The Missionary of the Second Dimension

Under the night sky, it looked particularly terrifying.

"Stop, this is Academy City, those who don't have a pass leave here as soon as possible."

Seeing this kind of weird guy, although the guards were vigilant, they just regarded her as a girl with a slightly abnormal head who was chasing the perverted trend.

Besides, the students of Academy City are absolutely not allowed to make such weird decorations, and the woman in yellow clothes is absolutely impossible to be a student inside.

However, the woman didn't seem to hear it, and continued to walk forward slowly.

Step by step.

It was slow, but it seemed to be able to hit people's hearts, making the guards hold the guns in their hands tightly.

"Go any further, and we have the right to attack you'.!"

However, the girl is still walking forward.

"I really... don't know what is good or bad!"

A grumpy guard mounted the rifle in his hand, aimed at the girl in yellow at the feet, and pressed the trigger.

"boom--!"

Metal bullets hit the concrete pavement, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

And that made her stop.

"Have you started?"

"Get back now, or we have the right to arrest you!"

The guard realized something was wrong, and raised the gun in his hand under the gesture of the squad leader's eyes.

But the arm trembled involuntarily.

The woman in yellow smiled, stretched out her tongue and licked her fingers, and said, "Actually, you don't need to be so nervous."

While she was talking, the iron chain on her tongue was shaking and making noises.

Wouldn't it hurt to put that kind of thing on the tongue|head?

The guards thought so in their hearts.

"shooting!"

There are also quite a few capable people among the guards. They are more sensitive to danger than ordinary people, and they subconsciously think that the woman in yellow is definitely not a simple killer.

And with their skills, there is no need to be afraid of hurting innocent people.The rifles were loaded with non-lethal bullets, and the guards used this suppressive weapon when dealing with general riots.

"It's really...disobedient."

"By the way, my name is Wind Ahead."

As soon as the words fell, all the bullets fired at her limbs were blown off track by the strong wind pressure and hit other places.

"what?"

Those who have this kind of weird ability can only be capable people. The guards who have time to react are ready to throw more powerful grenades. This weapon is stronger than the existing rifles. Ordinary people will immediately faint as long as they are shocked by the center of the explosion. Fall, but not |will kill.

"Pa-ta-!"

"what happened?"

The arm that had just touched the waist was stiff, unable to use any strength at all, the body was out of control, and then fell to the ground with a plop.

Then, like making dumplings, all the guards lost their strength one after another, and after feeling their minds went blank, they fell limply to the ground.

"Isn't that all right?"

Except for the beginning, there was no resistance, and there was no scream, only the sound of the human body falling to the ground pierced through the night.

The guard who fell on the ground did not move, as if he was dead.

Immediately, the wind in front moved forward again, and the sound of the metal iron rings colliding with each other ".ˇkrakkala" sounded.

Then the girl, who was completely disfigured by the iron ring, snorted lightly, and picked up the walkie-talkie that had fallen in the No. [-] manhole.

"I know you've spotted me, Aleister."

At first, there were doubtful inquiries from the guards, but soon, there was a piercing electrical sound from the intercom, and then the voice became clear again.

"What are you doing?"

The mechanically synthesized voice made Front Wind frowned.

"I've been thinking before, whether you exist or not, maybe it's just a cover, a fake made with a computer."

"You are very imaginative. The profession of magician is not suitable for you. Cartoonist (good money) and novelist are ting|good."

Aleister's voice was still extremely flat.

"Forget it, let me ask you something." Feng Qianfeng squeezed the walkie-talkie.

"Excuse me."

"The British Puritan bishop, is he in Academy City now?"

"Yes."