[Yan Zan] "In short, find the time machine first!"

In this chapter, the Noisy Law character appears.

The bullies in heavy armor are like a high wall, blocking the narrow alleys of the slums in Longmen.Step by step, he approached Yan Ke and the mourner, his exaggerated two shoulder armors scraping against the gray and peeling wall.

Facing such a tall and strong opponent, skills are the least worth mentioning - can skills penetrate the bully's defense?Once this big guy runs and rushes, no one here, no matter the two operators from Rhodes Island or the mafia from Syracuse, can't escape.

However, the psychological quality of the two operators present is very good.The Undertaker only hesitated a little while moving forward.He quickly changed the magazine for the Boleta in his hand, and the special ammunition with a carved top and red primer was pushed into the gun chamber.Then he concentrated, pouring Originium skills into his fingertips.

Instead of the firing pin, the spell tapped the primer, the muzzle of the Boleta 92F spewed red flames, and the fifteen rounds of the magazine were emptied in an instant!

A small-caliber semi-automatic pistol was shot by the Undertaker as if it had the effect of a "Duelist" revolver.Fifteen special bullets drew an exaggerated fan shape, and all exploded on the bully's hard breastplate.

The tall bully was unexpectedly forced back half a step by him.Although the iron armor blocked the attack of bullet fragments, it could not avoid being injured.The row of dimples on the bully's chest is proof.The deformed iron armor pierced into the chest and could not be pulled out easily. The Yanke, who quickly dealt with the remaining two Sicilians, rushed from behind the mourner with a knife in his hand.He jumped high and kicked the bully's sunken armor!

Huge foes swinging their heavily armored arms staggeringly, as awkwardly as a brown bear or a hippopotamus.His center of gravity was shaken by Yan Ke's kick, but he was not completely out of balance. After a moment of shaking, he hugged him with two big hands, one left and one right, and moved towards the enemy resting on his chest.

It's a deadly hug!Yan Ke's golden pupils constricted instantly.The moment he jumped onto the bully's body, he smelled burning gasoline, which was enough to prove that the body the bully was wearing was not a heavy metal armor, but a simple mech driven by a gasoline machine—this proved that the bully was far more powerful than the bully. He imagined being flexible!

Being crushed by such heavy arms, even if he didn't die, he would suffer a comminuted fracture!

A line of ghastly white neck flesh was exposed between the dark gray armor.If Yanke is currently wearing the usual two swords, one long and one short, with the combination of Originium skills, he can cut off the bully's head with one blow at such a close distance.But now he only has a "Phoenix" with a blade length of about 32cm in his hand. Using it to cut the throat of a bully is basically equivalent to cutting a watermelon with a paper knife, and the upper and lower nails may get stuck on the blade.So he could only ride on the arms of the two mechas, quickly stepped on the shoulder of the bully, and fell back to the mourner with a backflip: "You can climb walls, right?"

"Climb...the wall?"

"Climbing the wall literally!" Yanke glanced at the well-dressed blond mourner beside him, thinking how he forgot, this colleague of mine is a good student, a good baby, probably never in school. I've done things like climbing a wall.

Of course, he himself did not rely on playing truant to practice wall-climbing skills, and Kazdel did not have any schools for him to study.It's just that when assassinating and sneaking in, you must know a little gecko swimming skills.In the current situation, it is absolutely impossible to continue to fight recklessly with the bully who has been enraged. The opponent has already made preparations to charge forward, and they can only seize the time to turn over a certain wall beside them.

"Don't worry, our reinforcements are here." The mourner said lightly.

Almost at the same time as his voice fell, a fierce female voice sounded from behind the bully: "Everyone get down! Cover your ears!"

There was a strange influence in her voice.Yanke almost subconsciously bent down and covered his ears.The next moment, the sound of gunfire and the sharp sound of bullets smashing through the iron armor came like a torrential rain, shaking the ground even faintly.Under the impact of countless bullets, the metal armor deformed intensified, turning into inward metal spikes, one after another, pushing into the back of the bully, grinding the spine of the bully.

The huge body was pushed forward inch by inch on the ground, and the iron boots left two deep and long marks on the ground.

Finally, he fell with a thud, hitting the ground forward.

Even though the shooter stopped shooting immediately after knocking down the bully, some of the overly dense bullets unavoidably spilled out, and the bee-like metal bullets passed over the top of Yanke's head, knocking him down. The residential walls behind and on both sides form their honeycombs.

The few Sicilians who collapsed on the ground were really useless. Not long after the shooting, they were frightened and fainted by the violent gunfire.

The mourner got up from the ground, tidied up the dirty fur collar coat, put Boletta back on the leg belt, and then greeted the rescuers who appeared at the entrance of the alley.Unexpectedly, the shooter who created the violent gunfire just now turned out to be a rather young girl. The red and black feather crown on her head and the feather tail exposed from the hem of her coat proved that she was a member of the Liboli tribe.The girl was carrying a multi-barreled revolver several times thicker than her arm, and a large pile of shell casings was scattered at her feet.

At first glance, it looks like a lunatic produced by Rutland Notary.Yan Ke thought to himself.

"your colleague?"

"En." The mourner turned his head and nodded at Yan Ke, "Independent special staff of the Rutland Notary Office, code name..." He hesitated for a moment, then turned back to the Li Boli girl: "May I ask you to call me the secretary?" Hidden Watcher, or God's Chosen Overseer?"

"This time it's the 'Suffering Stater'." Li Boli closed his eyes and sighed.

Yan Ke couldn't help turning his head to the side and laughing.

"Why did you change it again?" The only person present who didn't feel embarrassed was probably the undertaker, a Sakota civil servant who never knew the art of reading the air.The Liboli girl frowned tightly: "How do I know? They said they saw a great killer movie, and then they changed it to something like this for me..."

"I'll interrupt, interrupt..." Yan Ke felt that he was about to stop laughing.He also retracted the fighting knife in his hand into its sheath, and walked over the bullies whose life and death were unknown on the ground to their side: "Your code name is also changed from some killer movie, 'Undertaker'?"

Opposite him, the suffering narrator nodded heavily: "His words are science fiction movies."

"I thought the Rutland Notary Office was all..." Yan Ke gestured in the direction of the mourner, "He is as serious as he is."

"If they are all so serious, how can they agree to my random name change!"

Not bad, not bad, Yanke thinks this is very interesting.Although at the same time, he also regretted that in the face of reality, his fan fiction was inevitably OOC. In the third chapter of "Employee Dormitory Is Not a Place Outside the Law", the code name "Undertaker" was privately set up because of a "painful parting". The one who wrote "this farewell"...

Who would have thought that the truth is that the person in charge of the notary office watched a sci-fi movie!

It seems that the outline needs to be re-drawn, so tonight's update will be done first."Doctrine Force Field", the boss of Rhodes Island Forum Day, thought happily.

"You actually appeared at Longmen. In other words, your task target also arrived at Longmen?"

The air after the war was exceptionally leisurely. Mourners and tribulation narrators walked in front, exchanging new information they each possessed, while Yan Ke followed them not far or near, listening to everything big and small.

"Ah, yes, she's back. After all, the 'Emperor' of Penguin Logistics is now in Longmen."

"Will something big happen in Longmen?"

"I don't know. Based on what I know about her, she looks more like a whim." The statement of suffering said, "I have also heard about the incident of the integration movement attacking Longmen before. At that time, she did not choose to come back, but now she is back. .I can't read her. If one day we do understand her behavior, then my mission will be over, right?"

"The Syracuse mafia has also sneaked into Longmen. They are as dangerous as the integration movement. I still think something big will happen in Longmen."

"Since when did you have intuition?"

"It's the result of sound reasoning."

The ordeal recounter laughed it off: "What about you? How was your job after being sent to Rhode Island?"

"very good."

"How exactly is it good?"

"The operators in Rhode Island are very concerned about me. Some female operators are still writing novels under my name." The mourner said.

The ordeal statement's eyes light up: "I guess your next sentence is..." She imitates the undertaker's icy tone: "'This bothers me', right?"

"No. I just... find it very novel. What they wrote will not really affect my work and life." The undertaker paused, "Except for delaying my sleep time."

"Do you really know how to watch?" The suffering narrator looked as if he had discovered the New World.

"Why can't I watch it?" the undertaker asked solemnly.

"You... forget it, it doesn't make sense to explain it to you anyway. After all, your face is indeed very deceptive." The suffering narrator felt that he had grasped the truth: some face-controlling girls who didn't know the truth were caught by her. Bewildered by the pretty face of a Sakota colleague, he secretly wrote The Undertaker x Otome to satisfy his ambition.Poor girls, you must have no idea how brutal this guy is on the battlefield.

Uh... poor misery teller, let's just say the truth is more brutal than your imagination.

While talking, they had already walked back to the New Year's Eve Flower Fair.Yanke traced his memory and found the grapefruit-red Evergreen float entrusted by him, only to find that the honest and honest owner of the Fengti tribe had disappeared, and the float was managed by a tall girl.She has long, bright blue hair and is wearing the boss's big apron. She is facing away from them and is arranging the potted plants on the car. The white light circle on the top of her head and a pair of broken angel black wings behind her sway with her movements. .

"Why are you here?" The statement of suffering felt like a formidable enemy.She almost raised her revolver.The mourner didn't know why, but found that Yanke standing behind him also started to move his fingers, as before the fight: "Seeing is better than hearing..."

The two shouted in unison: "Mostima!"

"Ah, I heard it." The blue-haired fallen angel stood up slowly, brushing back the messy lock of hair hanging on his chest: "Are the guests going to buy flowers?"

In the next second, she lowered her head nimbly, dodging Sarkaz's Soul-Severing Palm and Li Boli's deadly kick that were coming towards her.

(TBC)