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Chapter 1204 NO.110: Successful localized education

All efforts will be rewarded, which is often people's most urgent need, but occasionally the reverse may occur.

Just like Omer Linton a few minutes ago.

Despite the efforts made for stability, in the absence of decisive intelligence, the question of whether an attack will occur or not is still a matter of probability. When faced with probability, people will inevitably have luck. Omo's luck is that he has no luck. things happen.

The number of extreme pranks registered by the entire Federation of Terra on Halloween is countless. It does not necessarily mean that it is true if it is involved in a large-scale event. Rather, the probability of something happening is not even comparable to the shipment rate in the mobile game card pool. .

However, after waiting for two hours, he did get his reward.

Suddenly breaking into Gilbalis' detection scanning area, a metal signal showed the outline of a giant cigar with a length of six meters.

--missile?
The conclusion that the brain subconsciously extracts from what it sees and hears is consistent with the data retrieval in the artificial mind (the original stage of Gilbalis), and with an instruction progression speed that is faster than that of ordinary AI, it makes what anyone seems to think. It was extremely coherent, as if he had raised his hand in advance with some premeditation.

Mephilas, who is always easy to use but also inconspicuous, once again showed his presence in his hands. The energy shield that had blocked the light of the Ambelians for nearly ten seconds on the set of Membius was instantly deployed. Compared with Jetunat, An energy shield against light, which obviously carries physical interference.

It easily withstood the explosion and the falling objects caused by the explosion. It carried a sense of security that was not inferior to Ultraman's body, and also avoided the worries of the special service operators who were mixed in with the crowd.

The missile attack did not come out of thin air. Both the original security system and the additional special forces alert were spread throughout the interior and exterior from the very beginning.

It was not only Omo who responded to the attack the moment it appeared, but also the security personnel who patrolled outside the museum and watched the missile fall directly.

They chased the attackers directly, and although Omer wanted to continue the show, a message was already sent to the indicator screen on the edge of the DJ booth, and the lights in the distance were flashing at a specific frequency to signal.

Then he could only make the music fade out, glanced at the two JKs beside him who were staring at his right arm nervously, and then patted the headset:

"Hey! Everyone——! Please stay calm! Stay quiet!!"

Despite his irritable tone, Datuo Sun God not far away from the stage was even more shocked than the tourists off the stage. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was really angry or if he was continuing to act like a quiet Sunday.

"It's safe now! The staff has begun urgent repairs to the venue! The attacker is also being chased by the police, and the next stage will be handed over to another host!"

"As for whether the DJ activity in the afternoon will continue, please pay attention to the organizer's follow-up updates! Thank you everyone!"

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"Omo!"

"Here you are, sit down."

A few minutes later, in the staff rest area, Omo, who was calming down the Sun God, heard this and quickly pulled the chairs across the aisles with his magical hands.

The two teams headed by Akane and headed by Rudolf joined together. There were so many people that they needed to put up a bunch of chairs. However, the only people who sat down on the chairs immediately were Rebekah, Bitzer, Arisuko, and Rudolf. and Akane Shinjo.

Except for these people, everyone including Mann is quite worried about the current situation:
"Why are you sitting down, Omo, what's going on now?"

"Hey! Mann, don't find some idle work!"

Before Omer could speak, Rebeca couldn't help but stop him.

Everyone in the Edge Runner Agency used to uphold the fine tradition of Night City that no profit was gained, but the Federation of Terra was too ideal. Today, both Mann and David are vaguely aware of it. Giving people the idea of ​​voluntary labor was a big problem for her.

Kindness is one thing, working for free is one thing, dabbling in danger is another.

This matter is not as trivial as catching a petty thief... Although attacking a group of otakus and otakus is indeed as futile as petty thieves, the size of the number of people is obviously an extremely vicious terrorist attack.

But even if she thought so much and showed that she was insulting her boss, Mann would still be somewhat dissatisfied: "Rebecca——"

But Omo raised his left hand and pressed it down: "It's okay, there is no need for you two to have a conflict over this matter."

"Just leave this matter to the people who are paid to handle it."

His right hand is still raised high to support the orange shield above it that has lost its magic power. However, most of the building debris above the shield has been cleared away, and the shield in the museum that was originally breached by the missile has been re-opened and Increased power level.

Presumably a staff member will come over in a few minutes to remind him that he can put away the shield.

"Eh? Omersan won't participate?"

Hearing what Omo said, one of the Ultra warriors couldn't sit still. This was a decent whitewasher.

"Strictly speaking, I am involved from the moment I hold up the shield." Ormer corrected. "But there's no need to participate in the follow-up, right?"

"Yeah, it doesn't look like there's much fuss," Tachyon shook his ill-fitting sleeves that were slightly longer than his arms in boredom, "Was that missile launched normally or was it teleported?"

"Teleport," Omer shook his head, "The real airspace in the Realm Gate area is not easy to invade."

"Can we still catch him?" Bize asked in disbelief.

"Yes," Qianming said. This was a field she was specifically considering. "The criminal police department now has a device that specializes in detecting space folds. If such a big thing happens, someone will definitely bring that thing over and hand it over to those guys. Just deal with it.”

"That's right," Omer nodded and looked at Xiaolu, "This matter is far from requiring the intervention of Ultra Warriors or monsters."

"Giving humans a chance to show off their skills is also the virtue that Ultra Warriors should have."

“Omosan…”

"Miss Sunday Serenity——! This place has been cleaned up! It can be put away!"

"okay."

"Trouble!"

"It's okay. Thank you for your hard work."

"No hard work, no hard work, then I'll go back and report first."

"See you."

After saying goodbye to the cleaner who came all the way to report his thanks, Omer was finally able to lower his right hand and turned around to see a pair of golden eyes reflecting his own.

"..."

It was Sunday quiet.

Her appearance made Omer subconsciously glance at the door of the employee rest area. When he confirmed that it was still closed, he pulled off the wig and hair tie, and even took off the beauty with two fingers. Hitomi attracted a pair of small hands from the tea seat to lift them up and bend them slightly.

Bize and Asakura didn't pay attention yet, but except for them, everyone including Sunday Serenity noticed the girl's subconscious retention.

Omo even noticed the faithful lady in the distance. She stared at him with a pair of beautiful blue eyes, which was a pity.

"You look like you have a lot to say."

Withdrawing his eyes that were accustomed to capturing details, Omo moved his right shoulder casually, so calm that Sunday Serenity wanted to beat him even more than before.

"Take off your clothes for me!"

"Although I would indeed do this," Omer, who was already raising his hand to take off his coat, raised his index finger and pointed at the door, "but walls have ears, and your words may cause some special misunderstandings."

"I don't think there's such a misunderstanding about today's topic trend?!" the woman said angrily.

"Indeed, but you might as well think of something better," Omer handed over the black trench coat in his hand, "There are many people outside looking forward to taking photos with you, and maybe some of them will come to thank you for saving your life."

"I don't care!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Then a timid voice came from the sound transmission device on the door: "Excuse me, is it convenient? Sunday Tranquility? I want to say thank you."

"..."xN.

After a moment of collective silence, there was the sound of someone unable to hold back their laughter.

There is also someone who has nothing to do with his hands and says: "Listen."

"Fuck you!"

I'm very pleased that she didn't say any more An-Mei-style swear words that she couldn't tell which side was at the disadvantage.