Extraordinary: Start with owning the system

I am afraid that no one would have thought that the criminals who were wanted by Rebecca with a lot of money would appear in Rebecca's military intelligence investigation office in a grand manner. a little.

The current Dongwa is like a leech sucking blood on the Rebecca Federation. It looks small, but it is eroding the foundation of the Rebecca Federation all the time.

It's not that no one in the upper echelons of the Rebecca Federation has noticed this, but it affects the whole body. The harsh external environment has led to the only choice to be cautious about Dongwa, and temporarily endure it as if they don't know what to do.

Now Wang Luo is like a catfish who has no scruples, touched the nerves of many people, and dragged the seemingly calm Dongwo into the huge waves.

boom!Fujita suddenly raised his whip leg fiercely, just like a terrifying python, it was whipped on a thick wooden stake.

boom!After a crisp sound, the stake was kicked in half.

Afterwards, Fujita turned around and bombarded a steel plate continuously. In a few seconds, the steel plate was smashed into deep depressions, as if it had been knocked down with a hard hammer.

As if that wasn't enough, two young men from Eastern Japan wearing white samurai uniforms carried a thick bluestone slab to Fujita Tsuyoshi. As soon as it was put away, Fujita Tsuyoshi hit it with his head.

The hardness of this bluestone slab was astonishing, but after the impact of Fujita Takeshi's head, a crack spread from the impact point, and then it shattered into two halves with a bang.

Fujita just seemed to have completed a trivial matter, wiped his forehead casually, and said lightly: "Just because we pushed you to this position, it doesn't mean that your ability is really qualified for this position. This matter, What you did was very stupid."

"Understood...I understand." Takeda Kanryu kowtowed again and again, his trembling voice seemed to be full of fear, and his attitude was also unusually humble.

The condescending Fujita Takeshi didn't see Takeda Kanryu's humility, but what appeared in his eyes was a kind of madness and distortion, with traces of faint black energy looming. Under Fujita Takeda's cold and severe reprimand, Takeda Kanryu seemed to have found It's like having some kind of happiness, and the mood is completely reversed.

Fujita didn't pay attention, or didn't care about the attitude of mere ants, he said slowly: "Keep an eye on that Lancelot, I always feel that his purpose in coming to Dongwa is not pure."

"Yes, I have already sent someone to follow him. He seems to be very interested in the history of the Eastern Japan, because he didn't visit the museum during the day, so he asked to leave him a time to visit alone at night." Takeda Kanryu said respectfully .

Fujita frowned and said, "You just arranged for him to visit alone? What's in that museum."

"Because of what happened during the day, I have no way to refuse. As for the collections in the museum, most of them are imitations, and there are also a small number of worthless fragments, which have been appraised by Master Onmyoji." Takeda Guanliu replied.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much, but I still vaguely feel that something is wrong." Fujita narrowed his eyes and said thoughtfully.

At this time, the pale moon slowly rose into the sky, casting its long-lost silver light on the museum in Edo City.

It was already around one o'clock in the morning, and the cold sea wind whizzed through the streets, whimpering sounded like a demon from the abyss, and the signs and advertisements were crackling.

The streets were empty, and there was no one to be seen. Even the lights were dimmed from time to time, adding to the desolation.

Suddenly, a black steam car drove over without a sound. What was particularly strange was that the car didn't have lights on, and it slowly stopped at the entrance of the museum like a ghost in the dark night.

Then a woman stepped out of the car, wearing a tight leather jacket, which highlighted her extremely hot figure and slender and strong legs to the fullest.

This woman had black hair, a straight nose, fair skin like snow, and an extremely resolute expression. Her eyes were dark blue, as deep as the sea. She frowned suddenly and looked at the museum.

There was silence in the museum, and there was no sound.

The woman frowned, picked up a walkie-talkie, and asked, "What's going on? I feel that there is a strong negative energy here. If the will of the world notices this, it will be very troublesome."

"Miss, it should be that group of disgusting werewolves fighting the wizard, and the battle should be almost over now." A man's voice came from the intercom, unusually respectful.

"Damn werewolves, please pay attention to the situation outside, don't let those humans interfere, this time we must welcome back the holy artifact!"

"Congratulations in advance on your success!"

The woman threw the walkie-talkie back into the car with a blank expression, her brows were slightly frowned. For some reason, she still felt that there was something weird about it.

As the princess of the Bruhe tribe, the leader of the secret party, although Berserkin is only a young vampire in her 200s, not as good as Prince Adoka, she is also a well-deserved master among the general dark races, possessing strong combat power and induction skills. force.

Bersekin took out a revolver from his waist, stepped on high heels and stepped into the museum, and the slender heels made a clicking sound when they stepped on the ground.

The anti-theft door of the museum in front of her was ripped open from the outside, leaving clear paw prints on the metal door, and it was obvious at first glance that it was left by a savage werewolf.

"Killing a werewolf in this world is definitely not something a wizard can do. Who is it? I hope it's not those scary guys."

Belsakin became more and more vigilant. Under the suppression of the will of the world, the extraordinary no longer appeared, but the influence on dark races such as vampires was far less than that of wizards.

After all, in addition to blood magic, the former can also rely on his own reaction, strength, and speed. Even if he temporarily picks up a gun, he will instantly become a sharpshooter.

Even though Belsakin deliberately made a sound, the entire museum was still quiet, and all kinds of sculptures from the old era seemed to come alive, adding to the weird atmosphere.

When a gust of night wind blew by, Bersekin sensitively sensed a faint scent of blood.

"Huh!" Belsakin jumped with both feet, and his body rose into the air, flying forward lightly as if wearing a paraglider.

Her way of flying is completely silent. With the help of the decorations on the dome of the museum, she can fly more than 20 meters each time, and quickly moves towards the direction of the bloody smell under the cover of shadows.