Law Enforcer's Handbook

The night is already deep.

Iger and his carefully selected guards walked through the jungle panting. As long as they persisted for a while, they could reach the evacuation point prepared in advance and completely stay away from this war-torn country.

This is a line with the fewest variants that he has carefully selected.

He may also want to thank the believers who are still fighting against the mutants in Antigon at this moment. It is they who have used their lives, blood and sacrifices to build a line of defense against the mutant invasion and provide them with this security. evacuation route.

Iger was not worried that the guards would betray him.

Now the evil deeds he did by using the chief judge have been exposed. Once they are captured and brought back to the church, their end will be tied to a stake by the angry believers and burned alive like him. This is both for him and for them. own future life.

As long as they can leave the third neutral country, they can go to any neutral country and spend the rest of their lives spending money like land.

They were getting closer and closer to the evacuation point.

Iger seems to have seen his new life beckoning to him.

But then, he seemed to hear an unusual sound, which was so secretive that he couldn't confirm the source, and he felt the arrival of the pursuers more intuitively.

A strong sense of crisis was getting closer and closer to them, and they were shuttling through this uneven jungle at a speed far exceeding theirs.

Also feeling a sense of crisis was the captain of the guard who was in charge of the evacuation operation. He gestured for everyone to stop and immediately established a defensive circle on the spot.

After receiving the captain's order, the members of the guard equipped themselves with weapons made with psionic collectors.

They used to be the sharp edge of the church, and have experienced countless civil wars and foreign wars. These weapons tailored according to each of their combat characteristics are the rewards of the court for these honorable soldiers. Now, they have to use the weapons in their hands against Come and pursue your own countrymen.

The members of the guards held their breath and waited in line, listening carefully to every slight sound from the surroundings.

until……

"On top!"

The captain of the guard yelled and issued a warning to everyone at the first time. This was a premonition based on his years of combat experience, but even if he pressed the trigger of the psionic ray rifle at the first time, the ability The converging light beams also failed to touch the attackers at all.

The brief brightness brought by the psionic ray before it faded made them notice the shadows flickering across the night sky.

What came along with it was the sound of the human body falling to the ground.

From the corner of the eye of the guard captain, he saw the bone spurs on the wounds of the dead. They fell from the sky like hidden weapons, and took their lives the moment they hit the target precisely.

And after a face-to-face encounter, that figure once again merged with the darkness.

This night of escape, chosen to deceive others, turned into an act of digging his own grave.

"The rest of the troops, cover Lord Iger's retreat with all our strength."

The captain of the guard made a judgment immediately. He identified the identity of the pursuer from the bone spurs in the wounds of the dead.

The "angel of death" of the Church.

When these children who survived the "mine" were brought back to the church, the archbishop personally ordered them to train them. During that not-so-long relationship, even the members of the court guards treated them A heartfelt fear arose.

Because these survivors are not human at all, but more like killing machines in human skin.

The captain of the guard stood in the way that must be passed. The ray rifle in his hand was divided into two and held in his hand. After being injected with spiritual energy, it formed two dazzling white blades.

The light emitted by the blade once dispelled the surrounding darkness.

The captain of the guard had a premonition of his impending fate.

"Angel of Death" not only has unparalleled fighting skills and fighting intuition, what's even more frightening is that every member of them has an immortal body.

No matter how severe the trauma, they heal in the blink of an eye.

Not every member of the guard who followed Iger was blinded by power and wealth, at least for the captain of the guard, he had a kindness that must be repaid.

He heard footsteps going away behind him.

The fighting instinct allowed him to catch the erratic voice of the pursuer, and he also recognized his former "proud disciple". The trajectory of the latter's actions seemed to prove that she did not want to waste time entangled with him.

Following the guidance of his intuition, the captain of the guard stopped the figure that was about to pass him with a roar.

"Face me, Night Heron!"

……

This was the last voice Iger heard from the captain of the guard.

Until he ran for a long distance surrounded by members of the guards, the roar seemed to echo in the forest.

Not far ahead is the withdrawal point where he bids farewell to the third neutral country and welcomes a new life.

However, that sense of crisis quickly caught up again, which made Iger furious.

useless guy.

He cursed secretly in his heart, and then gave new instructions to the guards behind him, "No matter what method you use, stop her for me!"

After leaving such an order, Iger ran down the mountain without any pause.

He got his wish and set foot on the land of the evacuation point. An armed floating vehicle purchased from the Barossa Group at a high price was parked on the open flat ground.

100 meters left,
50 meters,
Just the last few steps.

But just when Iger was about to touch the floating car, he stopped suddenly.

He didn't take a step forward again. After a brief stalemate, he turned around pretending to be calm, and what caught his eyes was a young girl who was bathed in blood, her amber pupils glowing with brilliance. He stared straight at himself.

The pungent smell made Iger frowned.

This is not the first time he has stared at the "angel of death" of the church, so Iger is very clear that the short distance of a few steps is too long, so long that the night heron is long enough for him to take another step forward. , cutting off his legs with her forelimbs that turned into blades.

"I am the chief judge, you have no right to judge me."

Sweat ran down Iger's forehead, and he had to admit that his heart was hanging in his throat, because what stood in front of him at the moment was a monster created by the church, and they lacked humanity and had no possibility of communication during the mission.

And in Yelu's hand, there was still a beating heart.

This seemed to be the dinner she prepared for herself.

"You have no orders from the Archbishop."

"I'm going to take you back."

Night Heron ignored Iger, "In order to prevent you from escaping again, I will break your leg first."

"Stand back, you have no right to judge me!"

Iger shouted.

But Yelu walked towards him as if he didn't hear him, which made him take a few steps back suddenly, and his back was already attached to the armored floating vehicle.

When Yelu said that he would break his legs, Iger had no doubt that she would really do it.

But at the end of the road, a ferocious smile appeared on his face, and he raised his voice again, mustering all his strength, as if to let his voice reach the sky.

"According to the agreement, I brought you the 'Angel of Death'!"

This time, the sky answered his call.

"boom--!"

The ground under his feet shook violently because of the rapidly falling object, the smoke and dust dispersed, and a shocking deep pit appeared on the open flat ground.

In the deep pit, a figure whose whole body, including his face, was covered in exoskeleton armor appeared in Ye Heron's sight.

She had seen similarly dressed people in Cansareal, but compared to those "toys" that could be disassembled at will, the people in front of her looked much more dangerous.

A mechanically synthesized female voice came from under the helmet of the exoskeleton armor. Her eyes passed the night heron and landed on Iger, and asked in an indifferent voice, "Why is there only one?"

Small theater its 78:
On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, Wednesday, afternoon.

Lu Xiang is a conspirator.

Song Lan was serious.

Who turns off the heating at home in the cold winter?What's more, when he rummaged through the closet, he was surprised to find that Lu Xiang had hidden all his down jackets.

Now he only wears an unlined garment at home, shivering in the cold winter wind.

The culprit of all this was sitting not far from him, watching him with a smile.

Song Lan originally thought that this was a militarized training that Lu Xiang came up with on the spur of the moment. After all, he had indeed heard that in order to temper the will of the soldiers, some troops even made a rule for the soldiers to take cold showers in winter.

But later he discovered that Lu Xiang seemed to have other plans.

"are you cold?"

The conspirator Lu Xiang finally showed his true intentions. When she asked, she stretched out her hands and embraced herself.

"not cold!"

But who is he, Song, and how can he easily bow his head to the evil forces?
"I am cold."

Lu Xiang seemed to have expected Song Lan's reaction a long time ago. Her smiling expression changed, and she stared at Song Lan with pitiful eyes. The eyes of the two exchanged for five seconds.

"Only this time, the next time is not an example!"

Before the words finished, Lu Xiang, who had planned for a long time, rushed towards him. Song Lan had no choice but to hug her, and Lu Xiang half-lyed on her lap.

But who is he Song?Even in the face of harsh weather, he can always find a way to keep warm!