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Chapter 1299 No. 205: Luzas employees stared with wide eyes
In fact, since the Far East Cup, the association has started joint planning with the local government, forcing the security of all horse racing events to be raised by more than two levels.

Spectators who have been to watch horse racing recently have more or less noticed the changes that have a direct impact on their visual sense.

Both their equipment and temperament are different from before. The guards are more common and more numerous, taking the form of a security system involving various alien races including bionic humans.

Even well-known mercenary groups are involved.

Here, Omer doesn't actually need to show his trainer badge, he can pass just by showing his mercenary certificate.

Because Linton Law Firm is also within the scope of employment.

This is natural, given the obvious strength of the mercenaries and the direct connection that there are four horse girls currently on the field, the Association will not ignore such a very important fighting force.

"Not only is it important, it also saves money. How many fewer security companies can we sign with if we hire him?"

The seats above the stadium were scattered like stars in a patchwork, and the galaxies connecting the star disks were guarded by security personnel at regular intervals. Among them, some people were dressed relatively casually, in obvious contrast to the local security uniforms - they were not mercenaries, but plainclothes SWAT police and the special services specialists who had arrived not long ago.

Arrived not long ago, this is an important little detail. Considering the distance between the nearest Secret Service location and here, a trainer was able to get someone immediately after just one phone call. Obviously, it is not because everyone in the Secret Service knows how to TP.

"I say, is this job hosted by Omer Linton again?"

"Is that right? Gathering in advance, dispatching in the middle of the journey, and waiting in silence... It doesn't seem like the director's style at first glance."

"Indeed, the director's tactics are not reckless, but at least they are close and close. There is no way he would let us wait like this without knowing anything."

"It doesn't matter. The mercenaries are waiting too. We just need a few security companies."

"Don't even mention the security company. Just the fact that he was able to immediately ask the director to send us here means that the association has made a lot of money, right? When did the Secret Service become a full-time agency specializing in Uma Musume cases?"

"You talk as if what happens here is none of your business - Oh oh oh! Teahouse-chan bypassed that red-haired guy!" The SWAT police officer who was listening to the complaints of a colleague from another department blended into the surroundings with a casual glance before he could finish his words.

Such an abrupt change, such a turn, was enough to make the foreign commissioner who had recently transferred to the Jiemen District twitch his lips.

His eyes immediately shifted to the surroundings, and it was hard to tell whether he was being responsible or disdaining his colleagues.

His local partner next to him, although not as careless as the special police in his work and staring at the field, did not glance around the field like him.

That person used technology.

The entire light screen shows a 16-grid 4K ultra-clear drone view, and there is auxiliary AI for real-time identification. This is often the standard configuration for Secret Service agents in standby mode. The difference lies only in the reduction or increase in the number of screens.

Of course, there is also a professional focus - some people do not use technology, but rely on the life detection network constructed by spellcasting medium puppets to detect the status of each audience member from the perspective of source energy.

But obviously, the latter is considered a traditional top student in the Federation. When this person takes on such a new technology, he can only sigh lazily: "I say, why don't they just give all the seats some technological upgrades to monitor heart rate, pulse and various energies, and if there is any discrepancy, the seat will be tied up!"

"Because it is difficult to guarantee accuracy, F.3, but I have to mention that your proposal has indeed been taken seriously by the association."

“…Hello, Deputy Director!”

"Don't be so nervous. It's not time to be serious yet."

"But the director seems to take this matter very seriously. When we were assigned to the ZS City branch in advance, some people privately questioned her decision..."

"We never choose the cases, but the cases choose us, don't we?"

"You're right."

"I also think that her recent decisions are too direct, and she seems to be blindly listening to someone, but that's just how it looks. It's just that someone always comes up with accurate first-hand deductions, so she has to start thinking about how to deal with it."

"Well, everyone knows it. After all, there have been no mistakes in the recent work."

"But I still can't help but mutter," the deputy director said calmly, "or there are too few action plans..."

When she said this, the commentary in the background made her subconsciously glance at the stadium.

Time passed as the conversation progressed, and the race on the field had reached the end where the crowd either held their breath or shouted. "Be prepared, there may be an order to arrest someone soon."

After she said that, she was about to inspect the next location.

Although technology and energy are ensuring the current situation, she is like the director she assists. She is always uneasy about the unknown and always wants to do something because of the uneasiness.

Maybe she should go talk to that Omer Linton. When this thought came to her mind, she would silently dismiss it.

After working together time and time again, even without a profiler to keep an eye on everyone's achievements, she could more or less see what kind of guy the career-minded person liked the most.

He has a persistence that borders on paranoia, a professional level of control over criminal psychology, and a network of capable people who are willing to act for him.

Most importantly, he was insecure.

He seemed unable to stop himself forever, and even Beatrix could not gain his complete trust. Perhaps it was not because he doubted Beatrix's position, but because he doubted the environment Beatrix was in, but in the final analysis, it was still a suspicion.

If this guy becomes a criminal, he will be one of the most difficult enemies to deal with... He will be extremely difficult and cunning, like a slippery and venomous snake.

Because of this kind of thinking, the deputy director occasionally hated himself.

Would she hate her next thought that Beatrix could seal that guy?
This would remind her of some common cases in ancient times.

Those foolish people who sacrificed their lives to pray to the demons and evil gods to maintain peace in that area reached a consensus in their own frivolous thoughts.

A similar suspicion is reflected in such inappropriate thoughts, and the fear and weakness that are most obvious in the suspicion.

At this point, this feeling was no longer just disgust, but rather it stayed in her heart longer than her initial thoughts, and had become the reason for her to constantly motivate herself to make progress.

But today, here, I think of it too many times from time to time?

She was almost constantly thinking about this matter, and her restless state of mind seemed to be harmed by some spiritual energy, making her look around in a distracted manner, trying to use this method to divert her restless state of mind.

But no matter what, maybe she should at least go find him and say thank you - she was thinking this, but then she lowered her eyes and caught a glimpse of an action order amid the cheers caused by those girls.

The instruction was filled with seat numbers, causing her and the special agent not far away to immediately put aside their current thoughts and rush to their respective positions according to the tacit understanding reached during training.

At the same time as they took action immediately and the fastest ones had already subdued the suspect, the horse racing ladies who had been urged to quicken their pace and enter the preparation room also let out sudden screams and exclamations from the long corridor.

It should have been transmitted outside the corridor while swaying, or even directly captured by the camera and audio equipment in the distance, but it was blocked by an inconspicuous black mist.

At the same time, the dimly lit corridor, the glittering gun lines, and the quick-reacting security workers all faced a whip of azure light that shot out at an even faster rate from the almost frozen time.

It was a whip of light swung out from the girls' line, striking out a series of sparks with the gun line, and also causing painful muffled sounds at the two ends.

"Ai, Elisan...?"

The girl who was closest to the source of the light whip stared at the plain yet mysterious long sleeves of the girl next to her with wide eyes, and became the mouthpiece for the other witnesses.

The girl just shook her sleeves with that sarcastic smile on her face during the game.

"What's wrong? Guys, this is something that is allowed to be brought in by the event security. You can't accuse me of cheating."

She was very proud, then looked at the two attackers who were being held down, and then looked to the front with a hidden gaze.

But Guinea Pig is right...

The figures of the teahouse and Bourbon had disappeared, leaving only the blue-black-handled samurai sword in Aiori's hand, emitting wisps of black smoke.

In this second round, all the players are from the same group, and the rest are new and fresh. Only those who serve as guards know how many people responded just now.

The response was so subtle and inconspicuous that it reduced the girls' fears and allowed the Hope Championship to retain hope.

Tips: Luzas is an organization in the stage play, and was beaten by Carmilla