Mysteries: Arcana Wars

"Don't move!"

As tear gas and smoke bombs exploded and gunshots rang out, a dozen well-equipped masked men in black broke into the conference hall through the window.

The professional bank clerk immediately closed the box and attempted to evacuate quickly with the Golden Lady under fire cover. Sheriff Hawke, who was coughing, hid behind the podium at the first moment, trying to stuff all his fat under the protection of the wooden board, and did not forget to shout.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

Several security guards in black suits quickly pinned Massimo down. Most of them were Sequence Eight and Sequence Nine Beyonders. Two of them helped Massimo retreat, two covered him from behind, and three waited at the door to meet him, completely ignoring Sheriff Hawke's life or death.

A gangster suddenly appeared behind Massimo. The nearest security guard was a step slower, turned around and activated his extraordinary ability while emptying the magazine.

Swindler, Mind Interference, Bullet Stealing!

Immediately afterwards, the Sequence 8 fraudster bodyguard spat out a mouthful of blood, and his brain suffered a severe mental shock.

The opponent's strong mental resistance caused the scammer to suffer a backlash!

Before his brain could begin to collapse and mutate, the gangster forcibly broke his hand that was holding a full load of bullets and broke the con man's spine with a single blow from the empty butt of the gun.

Even David didn’t know that there was a Sequence 6 Corrupted Baron in his team today!

David had always thought that, except for the three Beyonders hired at a high price, the others were just like him, ordinary radical cybernetic warriors, at most Sequence 9. In fact, those noble Beyonder mercenaries were all at the level of Sequence 6 or Sequence 7, and the remaining mortal mercenaries had also received professional military training.

Without using any extraordinary abilities, the situation in the conference hall was stabilized in an instant amid the blood splattering. Not many hostages died. Killing was not David's purpose, but money was.

Fat Fish Massimo escaped under the protection and sacrifice of his bodyguards. David didn't care. He was not the protagonist today, and this was not the main venue today. After the room was quiet, David gestured and walked out without looking back. Except for an extraordinary person and three mercenaries, the rest followed him without saying a word.

Walking past the seats, David caught a glimpse of a young policeman lying on the ground, mumbling while holding the pendant in a pool of blood.

"...You are the glory of technology... technology..."

"boom!"

The gangster following behind him raised his gun and shot him in the head, then quickly stepped forward.

"The Church of Steam's spy in Sivella Field." He pointed his gun at the ordinary-looking pendant. "We have to hurry."

The remaining half of the policeman's face looked at David blankly.

This made David feel inexplicably irritated. He walked out of the meeting room quickly.

It is said to be a conference room and lecture hall, but in fact it is an old building designed in the form of a chapel hundreds of years ago. To reach the hall, you need to go through a short corridor.

David did not see where Massimo and his bodyguards went, but he saw the captured bank clerks at the corner of the chapel. They and the security guards were caught in the act because they could not get to the shelter in time. A robber was trying to open the heavy safe.

None of these things hindered David's steps. His keen intuition told him that the insider would let the church forces disrupt the situation.

Now everything had to be accelerated. He led his men into the bank lobby, and the gangsters who led the way shouted while shooting.

"Everyone freeze! Robbery!"

Under the cover of smoke bombs and flash bombs, the gangsters raised their guns and fired them upwards, challenging the ancient top defense machinery. Amid the sparks, David heard the explosion of the surveillance camera and the shattering of the lever.

This kind of thing is more of an antique decoration nowadays, but considering that many products from the electrical age and even the steam age are still in good function or have undergone modern modifications, David still requested to destroy the mechanical dome first.

The crowd screamed, and the only security guard was disabled by tear gas. Amid the sound of gunfire, David and several gangsters came to the counter.

Inside the glass boxes on both sides, the tellers squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, leaning against the solid low wall and preparing to evacuate from the underground, but they were horrified to see the criminals sticking high-energy bombs on the glass.

boom! boom! boom!

Two clouds of dirty smoke rose in the lobby with loud noises and flashes. But the explosives of this strength did not break through the defense of the counter. The high-strength glass was still stubbornly connected under the fine spider web cracks.

The other extraordinary person understood what he meant. He took three steps forward, passed the retreating David, condensed the brilliant [Dawn Armor] on his arm, and hammered hard into the center of the spider web.

Wow!

The glass shattered with the sound!

"Hurry! Hand over the fucking money!"

The teller began to shakily search for cash in the broken glass box, while David did not hesitate to reach over the glass cabinet, find an open transport capsule, and send himself out.

David checked the information and found that this underground system was built hundreds of years ago. He checked the information and found that in the era when air pump capsules were popular, according to the business logic design at that time, for some low-level VIPs, banks would still exchange the items entrusted for insurance with customers at the counter and transport them out of the safe through air pump capsules.

In other words, David can go directly to the underground vault from this maglev track.

From the back door of the hall to the maglev track, David's entire movement was smooth and flowing. Before the panic of the crowd was suppressed by the threat of violence, David had already disappeared in the thick smoke.

Unlike the dense firepower and time requirements of the raid in the conference hall, the criminals who initially controlled the situation disdained to waste bullets on people, and the only security guards on the scene were more concerned about the evacuation of personnel, providing cover than attacking. Under the influence of thick smoke, halls, and bulletproof glass, a half-minute hot conflict would cause substantial casualties.

But as the "Level 1 Alert" was sounded, security reinforcements for the bank were on their way.

It's just a bank, and the number of mortals' combat power is not enough to give mid-level extraordinary people a headache, but I'm afraid there will be one or two extraordinary people among them.

An extraordinary mercenary stationed in the hall stepped forward, condensing a shining ancient armor on his body, ready to face the enemy head-on and attract fire.

Dawn Knight·Dawn Armor!

This warrior, the Dawn Knight of Sequence 6, stood firmly in the hall, a shining golden sword stuck in the ground. In the smoke, one could feel for a moment that the morning light was flowing on metal.

An inexplicable danger suddenly exploded in his spiritual intuition, and the Dawn Knight subconsciously released the light of morning light. However, this warm light was fleeting, and his concentration on releasing his extraordinary abilities was immediately interrupted by a sudden sleepiness.

Night Watchman·Dream!

All the ordinary people present fell to the ground and fell asleep at once. Only three extraordinary people stood up again after a brief loss of consciousness.

Leonard rushed to the scene and released the Dream and Soul Requiem immediately, but he restrained his spirituality and only released abilities slightly above the Sequence 7 level. This was not only to conceal his identity, but also to filter out the Beyonders for the reinforcements that would come later.

Of course, Leonard's biggest reliance was that his spiritual intuition told him that fierce reinforcements were coming. This time, he didn't need to take action, he just needed to hold his thighs to protect the civilians.

Three, two, one...

boom!

The tall glass windows on both sides of the hall suddenly shattered, and the fragments of glass and steel reflected the sunlight and the morning light. Black figures of all sizes fell from the sky in the flickering light, holding black guns engraved with inscriptions and holy emblems on their red tactical gloves.

Gloria Mitchell has arrived!