Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

Mach stood by the bed and lucked at the two sets of uniforms, just like before breakfast every day-thinking about which set he should wear to go out.

One set is a police uniform, brown shirt, black leather buttons, black tie, black breeches, black high-top leather shoes, black armed belt, black military cap, black leather gloves, black tunic top, four silver buttons, left side badge There are only four silver squares on the right. There is a diamond-shaped silver "SD" logo on the left arm sleeve, and the red, white and black armbands are above. There is a white gold cufflinks on the right sleeve, with small diamonds carefully spelling out the letter "S"-Sicherheitspolizei, security police.

The standard uniforms of the senior detectives of the Imperial Social Order Security Bureau symbolize the armor of power and authority, a smell of leather and shoe polish.

Another uniform is casual clothes, white shirts, black ties, suit-style black coats, black top hats-standard dress for secret police in plain clothes. Simple, low-key and more insidious.

After thinking about it for a long time, Mach decided to wear casual clothes. He doesn't stay in the headquarters building for work today, and there is no need to go out through the city in that gown-like uniform.

When Mach walked into the restaurant, his wife Clara had just brought the last breakfast coffee. The table was filled with ham slices, white sausages, boiled eggs, many fancy cheeses, and a lot of fried toast bread. Four cups of milk, two cups of coffee. Elvin, the eldest man, was drinking his milk while reading a book. Magda, the second daughter, spread butter on the bread. Ludwig, the third male, and Pilly, the youngest son, were forkning cheese with a fork.

"My dear, you are very spirited today."

The wife kissed him on the cheek, and Mach smiled and kissed back, and then followed the step-by-step breakfast, inquired and cared about the children's study and life, confirmed today's schedule, paid tribute to the emperor's half-length portraits and left the house. The Mach family started this day every day.

Like every morning, when his wife took the shuttle bus to the Ministry of Labor to work, Mach was the last to go out. When he locked the door of the room and was about to turn around, there were brakes and two consecutive car horns coming from behind.

With a sigh of relief, Mach turned and gave an expression to the uninvited guest who had broken into his life schedule since yesterday when he saw the creditor.

Greeting the gloomy senior detective is a dark gray 911 sports car, the original slightly lingering lines with depressive tones give people an unspeakable oppression, like the uniform on Mach's body.

"Senior Detective Lord Xavier Mach, good morning."

When the door opened, a figure quickly crossed the door and knelt on one knee to greet the voice. The voice was crisp and clear, and it was as pitiful as a bird chirping.

"About today's itinerary, 0830 in the morning..."

The bird-like voice is still chattering.

"Wait for me..."

Mach held his forehead with a jump, and after a full two or three seconds, the senior detective, who was relieved, shouted at the dangling head:

"Don't tell me about business on the street! Do you want me to be bombarded in this way?"

"Why...what did you say? This is a ceremony of swearing loyalty! It is even more necessary to confirm the daily itinerary and matters!"

"Yeah, a loyal prince! Have you ever seen a loyal clerk who told the master's itinerary of the main street, fearing that terrorists don't know where to put the bomb?! Brain-damaged?! You are a one-year-old baby!!"

The head of a blond hair ligature was raised sharply, and the huge emerald green eyes were looking at Mach with a helpless face.

This is a blonde girl, who looks no more than 14 or 15 years old, wearing a pine green military uniform, hanging a second star and a class badge, a ceremonial dagger for leaning on the waist, and a black sharkskin sword The sheath and silver-plated grips were spotlessly cleaned, as if to participate in a military parade; something that was alien to the solemn dress was the girl’s face, and the overall appearance was very cute. The correct facial features and slim willow eyebrows were obviously more suitable for casual wear or student uniforms, and It's not a military uniform that's been killed.

Wearing military uniforms at this age is not particularly unusual in the empire, but the existence of the girl is obviously incompatible with this exclusive residential area of ​​first-class citizens.

Several residents who went out late fixed their curiosity and amazement on the girl’s short human ears. When they saw Maher’s standard dress as a secret policeman going out on business, he immediately lowered his head and speeded up his pace until he walked far away. Carefully turned around and looked around a few times.

"But... Your Excellency..."

"No, get in the car and set off."

Grumbling, he seemed to get into the co-pilot and closed the door hard. The girl crooked her neck, and then cleverly got into the driver's seat.

The whole process of starting, starting, and getting on the road did not exceed three seconds. It was so smooth that it was impossible to imagine that it had accelerated from 0 to 80 kilometers per hour in three seconds. Of course, there was the credit of the electric transmission mechanism invented by Dr. Borsche, but the girl was like The superb driving skills of 40-year-old drivers are also indispensable.

In principle, Mach is the type of motion sickness if he doesn’t drive himself, or sleeps all the way. After changing several partners, he failed to correct this problem, and he completely gave up treatment. But at this moment he didn't feel dizzy or drowsy at all. He just lowered the car window, looked at the scenery boringly, then reached out and pressed the cigarette lighter.

Empire officials do not promote first-class citizens to smoke and drink alcohol, and they also publish a large number of publicity pamphlets covering "first-class citizens only", which are filled with nicotine, tar, spoiled mouth, respiratory tract and lung lobes. Otherwise, it is a patient with deformity or early death in the intensive care unit. In general, smokers are a small group among first-class citizens. In this small group, the majority like Mach who have to resort to spit clouds and fog to stimulate thinking because of work pressure. But the difference between Mach and other smokers is that he never smokes in front of senior officials and minor nationals.

So, now Mach intends to personally undermine his own principles?

Not really.

Although strictly speaking, even if one really came, he was not breaking the principle, but Mach did not want to delve into such issues.

"One year old baby."

The cigarette lighter jumped, and Mach threw a piece of chewing gum into his mouth, and asked vaguely:

"This is your first time at work?"

"Below is the first time it is put into use."

The subtle agreement of the dialogue has subtle violations.

"That is to say, it has not been tested in actual combat, and there is no way to guarantee it, right?"

"On this point, it can be guaranteed under the following, after all, the actual test data of the relevant parties -"

"I see, I don't have to go on."

Squeezing the acid water in the stomach pouch, Mach squeezed the bridge of his nose. It may be too full for breakfast, or it may be related to the pile of photos and text information when meeting this new "partner"; it may also be related to Mach's not used to having a partner.

Ordinary people in charge of the field police of the Imperial Social Order Security Bureau are called "chain dogs", and the imperial propaganda agency has created a nickname of "black wolf". For Mach, this is a very suitable nickname. But in essence, Mach is not suitable to be a wolf fighting in groups. He often works alone and uses his brain far more than his muscles. Colleagues who really know him and know him call him "Silver Fox".

After looking into the rearview mirror, the top hat was put in place, and the "Silver Fox" who entered the state asked:

"So, what was the result of going to the site last night?"

"Yes, 2234 arrived at the scene of the shootout last night. After careful investigation, although it is almost impossible to find, there are indeed traces of the use of magic."

Even if using Tianjing does not directly resonate with the mana in the atmosphere, but after releasing the surgical technique, it will a little stir the mana on the scene, leaving some traces. As time goes by, those traces will slowly disappear, but as long as you confirm it as soon as possible, you can still tell whether you have used magic.

"Can I lock the waveform characteristics and pursue the positioning?"

"The traces are too vague to remain."

"That is to say, the suspects must be screened one by one from those who appeared in that area during that day."

Mach pulled out the communication terminal, and the faces screened out by him initially crossed his eyes one by one, like a maze spelled out with human heads.

"Just start with him."

The senior detective's finger rested on a vibrant teenager's face, with the name of the potential suspect in Gothic underneath.

——Pierre Marseille.

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"Pierre Marseille Youth League member?"

"Yes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Under many hot eyes full of jealous fire, Marseille felt like he was almost cooked.

Very normal, everyone is adolescent, full of hazy and simple yearning for the opposite sex, especially the beautiful opposite sex. When a woman who gathers the conditions of the goddess in all male dreams and a woman suddenly sends an invitation to other men, of course they will be extremely envious and jealous. Marseilles will react similarly if they change their positions.

But only Marseille knew that he really wanted to exchange this pink-looking place with other students.

After all, he has some unspeakable secrets, once exposed... that will mean that the entire family will disappear from this world.

Neither the classmates nor the blond women in front of them seem to know the inner anxiety of Marseille. The students continued to send eyes that were murderous enough, and the beauty continued to ask politely:

"Can you take up a little time for you? It won't be a long delay."

—No, I’m busy.

Marseille wailed in his heart, he really wanted to say this sentence, and then turned around and fled at the fastest speed.

If this is the case, the idiot knows that he has a problem. The next thing will be martial law in the city and road closures. All public transportation facilities, communities, and police stations will be covered with pictures of his head. Marseille and his family will not be used for a long time. We will meet in the Imperial Social Order Security Bureau building to exchange the latest torture technology and human body limit test with world-class executioners.

"An invitation from a lady cannot be rejected by a gentleman."

The boy kept a dazzling smile, straightened his boat-shaped cap, and asked:

"What can I help?"

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