Rise of the Investigator of the Elf

Garrog didn't know how long he had been fighting, he only knew that he needed to rescue the girl at the end of his vision.

The blood of the enemy has already stained the glorious uniform of the Interpol, and the samurai sword waving in the hand is flowing with warm blood. On average, an enemy trainer will be beheaded by the sharp blade within ten seconds.

The number of enemies far exceeded his imagination, but these guys were too weak to pose a threat to him at all, and the act of rushing up with the elves also facilitated his cleaning activities.

Interpol officials have never discovered such an illegal secret stronghold. Perhaps the aftermath of the Cocoon of Destruction incident has not yet brought everything back on track. settle.

In short, this unknown warehouse, the money laundering location of the Richard family, was used by the young master Richard's subordinates as a place to destroy him, a figure of unknown rank in their eyes.

But no matter what level it is, I should be considered a serious problem for them now.

He was thinking wildly, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

What is the big family?Can the big family do whatever they want in this world?

The strength of holding the knife increased, and the consciousness that the youth had gradually diffused in the battle was once again concentrated.

He wants to let those high-ranking nobles know that the dignity of common people is not something they can wantonly trample on!

Bella's family tragedy is the epitome of the bottom of this world. Everything he experienced in just a few days and the obstacles in the investigation made him see the truth of the world clearly.

The nobles can disregard the laws of the alliance and run rampant in this world, because in their eyes, the laws are just a plaything in their hands and a tool to restrict the people of the lower classes.

No one knew about Trova's disappearance. Even if there was a fierce elf battle in the city, it would not attract the attention of the police. The big hands of the family could easily crush any ant called a commoner to death.

But he doesn't want to admit defeat, even if he embarks on a road of no return, he still wants to show those big families the anger and strength that belong to the common people!

With swords and swords, the goat on the mount swings its wooden horns and struggles to break out of the encirclement, providing fighting space for partners and trainers.

Garrog's footsteps were firm, the soles of his shoes left deep blood marks on the ground, and he walked towards the girl who was tied up and struggling frantically on a wooden chair at the end.

"Calm down, Trova, I will save you!"

Her mouth was blocked by something that could not be broadcasted, she could only make a slight whimper, and the various voices from her ears made her feel dizzy, and Garrog's shout seemed to have some kind of magic power that could make people feel at ease , so that the blindfolded girl's body could not help but relax.

Something plummeted down from the sky, approaching Heracross who was flapping its thin insect wings and suspended in mid-air at a very high speed, and was pierced by the latter's sharp big feet.

Blood dripped on the youth's smooth black hair, and the life of the dogleg ended.

"Hera!"

Because of the potential energy of gravity, Heracross' body sank slightly to shake off the bloody unknown object above his head, vibrated the insect wings, cooperated with the wrestling eagle and pink butterfly on the other side, and launched a powerful counterattack against the pursuers behind, saving the trainer from the enemy's back. danger.

But their actions are futile in the end. When a group of people and elves are defeated by them, more people and elves will be replenished from other workshops, stepping on the corpses of their partners, and attacking the enemy like cold weapons of war Unleash a life-threatening attack.

"Quantitative changes can lead to qualitative changes, so what if you have the strongest unit strength? Don't you want to be killed by my dear Deadpools!"

On the top floor, admiring the hard-fought battle between the Interpol and his elf under the surveillance, the corner of the man's mouth under the black cloak hung a contemptuous sneer. froze on the face.

"Bah!"

The old mount goat swung its limbs and let out a deep growl. The huge horn on the top of its head flashed green light. It lowered its hair and ran wildly, strangling and killing all the enemies wherever it went.

Like a beast in oriental mythology, the giant dog with flaxen fur spewed out monstrous flames, trapping a large number of enemy units in the swirling flame vortex.

The white-bearded elf carrying a huge shell waved his thick arms, and rushed into the enemy's formation like a berserker. All the attacks coming from behind were blocked by the spiked shell. The elf flew out.

The red and black raptor pierced through the void, like a fighter jet hovering above the enemy, spouting orange trains for long-range bombing.

When he flew to the highest point, the cloak could hardly meet his eyes, and the aura of a veteran on the battlefield frightened him so much that he dared not move.

When the other party flew away, he touched the back, and the white shirt was already soaked in cold sweat.

"How is it possible? The Douglas Police Department will dispatch it in person?"

The crazy cloaked man became even crazier. He slapped the console in front of him helplessly. He never expected that Douglas, who was cautious in intelligence, would personally dispatch for a small inspection minister under his command.

As if feeling the incompetent fury of the enemy leader, Douglas of the Interpol Police Department in the surveillance screen raised his head, his face covered with thick white beard was full of power.

"He is a genius who hasn't fully grown. At least, I won't allow anyone to hurt him before I fall down." The voice came into the ear of the cloaked man through the listening device installed on the monitor, and Douglas narrowed his eyes slightly , as if there was a golden light bursting out, "Even if it is my life!"

"Hehehehe, good, good!"

The hideous and distorted face stuck to Douglas in the surveillance screen, and the cloaked man screamed, "Since you want to die, let's bury them together!"

As he spoke, he tapped a certain red button on the console. All the entrances and exits of this metal warehouse were sealed by heavy alloy steel plates, and the scarlet countdown was projected on the ceiling.

"What a lunatic!"

The jet flames of the wind speed dog burned the micro-monitor in front of it, it raised its head and barked loudly, and immediately conveyed the information it learned to the trainer.

The choking smell of gunpowder poured into his nostrils. Douglas, who was surrounded by the enemy with a calm expression, shrank his pupils. The countdown above his head had already explained everything.

"Garrog, that lunatic activated the warehouse's self-destruct procedure, retreat quickly!"

As for why a warehouse has a self-destruct program, after all, it is a place for money laundering, and there is still a last resort.

I have to say that the man in the cloak is a villain who doesn't talk much, and he only uses the last resort after he doesn't have an impromptu speech. Unfortunately, the villain is still a villain.

Bricaron punched the alloy steel plate behind him with all his strength, but only left a shallow fist mark on it, which made Douglas even more anxious, "Come here, let's rush out together with all our strength..."

"I'm going to rescue her!"

The young man's voice was inconspicuous in the noisy environment of the battlefield, but his firm words seemed to have a strong penetrating power, and they clearly reached Douglas' ears, making the latter shut up instantly.

"Hey, boy who is trapped by love, let the old man play a big game with you!"

The 20-minute countdown was not enough for Douglas to find the time bombs hidden in various parts of the warehouse in the chaotic situation. He could only respect the obsession of the inspection minister under him and escort his heroic road.