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"More than 4 Leonix... Where should we put this number of imprisoned people? In a data prison?"

"Also from different dimensions, the space resources in that area are quite sufficient, but I feel that they will be sent directly to the frontier star field for labor reform and development."

The sky was still filled with dark red data streams, and the earth seemed to be torn to pieces by the flames of war.

There are also greenhouses, one-time fortifications, and even...

Portable extension building.

The police and security authorities have established many such temporary offices in this world. The main reason is as mentioned above - there are too many criminals and it is a little difficult to deal with them.

"Hey! The work isn't over yet, why are you starting to chat?!"

Even now, there are such 'supervisors' appearing, pointing at the special service officers chatting in the small office.

It's just that the supervisor's pointers are probably not very strong, so that the subordinates will say harshly:

"Don't say that, Captain, since Reblondo has been beaten, let's give the remaining scattered Leonix to other teams."

"Yes, yes, the director said back then that he should leave some credit to others so that it would be easier to cooperate in the future."

"Hey~ Is this what the tigress who keeps rising through the ranks thanks to her little boyfriend should say?"

A supervisor with a higher position than the 'supervisor', the woman with a sarcastic face made the entire office fall into silence from the first words she said after she appeared.

This silence lasted for several seconds, and then the courageous and tough-talking person said awkwardly: "...Deputy Director, you are so easy to make us suffer..."

"Yes, yes," his companion did not let him fight alone. "And according to internal intelligence... Director, she has not succeeded yet. Now it can only be said that it is... uh, ambiguous period?"

Thinking back to what he had seen and heard before, he was not sure.

"There is no ambiguous period, right?" The courageous Gossip Man directly proved, "The atmosphere when the two people were talking was completely unacceptable! It was just a workplace report! I think Mr. Linton and his Ultraman friends Getting along with him is more intimate than getting along with the director."

"Is Mr. Linton's orientation...well, hello, Director!"

Before she finished speaking, she saw the conspicuous 'double drill' swinging into the room. Her will to survive immediately raised her voice an octave, and also alerted other police officers who were limited in their field of vision and failed to pay attention immediately.

"What are you talking about?"

The director of the Secret Service took off the police headphones from his ears and put them on the table. He sat down neatly and began to operate the documents on the screen in real time. He seemed not to mind chatting casually in two threads.

After all, the biggest problem - Reblondo's matter has come to an end, and the rest will be finished.

Search, suppress, and arrest certain die-hards who hid very deeply and were very lucky and were not 'eaten' by Reblondo, nor did they honestly surrender or surrender.

With the help of Gilbalis, this finishing step was just a matter of following the pictures, and there was no sense of tension.

Even Director Shi Huaiya, who has always been serious and strict about his work attitude, will become more open-minded because of this.

"Uh... nothing to talk about, no chat, no chat."

"?" Glancing at these guys in confusion, the director shook his ears and continued to focus on the light screen, "Is that so."

"Director, where are Mr. Linton and the others?"

Under the nervous gazes of all the police officers, the deputy director's words seemed to be a precursor to some kind of provocation.

"I'm back. There are emergencies in every reality," Beatrix said lightly. "Only Mr. Hong Kai and Mr. Kaminaga stayed to help. What? You want those people's signatures too?"

"…Are there many people?"

Contrary to everyone's expectations, the deputy director, who had always wanted to usurp the throne, seemed not to be trying to regain ground with his words this time, but even cared about trivial matters that the director said were insignificant.

"Yes, people are constantly coming up to ask for autographs. It scares people themselves. They are all guys who like special photography. Are there any in our office?" She turned her head and looked around everyone in the office, especially those in the office. It was a male, "Does anyone like Ultraman? If you want to get an autograph, remember to report it to me first."

After saying this, a group of people stood up immediately and approached slowly:
"Uh, Director..." "The application report is nearby. Just get it stamped. Leave early and come back early. There are still shifts waiting for you at the front line."

"Yes!"

The director's straightforward words won everyone's smiles. After everyone saluted, stamped, and ran away, there were only a few female employees left, including the unhappy deputy director:
"Once you do this, the work here will be no different than a complete shutdown."

"There's nothing important to do originally. There's still at least an hour left for rotation over there."

"That's true, but you are very busy," the deputy director said angrily, looking at her busy screen, "Didn't you also get tickets for the game? Why aren't you with Mr. Linton and the others?"

As soon as this issue was mentioned, Beatrix's operation suddenly changed, and she lowered her head a little nervously.

"...I forwarded it to a friend early."

"what?"

"After all, I thought I couldn't catch up at first... Rather than rotting in my hands, it would be better to hand it over to someone else."

She said awkwardly, and tried to make her actions more persuasive with supplementary words: "And that ticket was quite precious, so after I told Omer, I gave it to a horse racing girl."

"You really know how to deal with people, Director."

"Uh...I regret it too!"

"Take some of your economic acumen," the deputy director was speechless. He then looked at the subtle glances from the remaining subordinates in the office and shook his head. "If Miss Chen and Miss Lin knew about your deeds, , I’m afraid the evaluation is more than that.”

"Gu..."

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"...Omersan!...Omersan! Can we really be here!"

Although he tried his best to lower his voice, the big boy was still extremely anxious because of his uneasiness, and he was not noticeable among the bustling crowd.

Because this is the rear internal space of Zhongshan Racecourse.

It is also the concert venue of Winner Stage.

But it was precisely because of this that Asakura Riku felt so uneasy.

"Me and Seiro-san, Justis-san, we didn't buy tickets at all!!"

It can only be said that the moral level of the Imperial Crown Prince needs to be lowered.

It's not like a certain Saijia young man who just said cheerfully: "What's the problem, Geed, we protected this game."

"Watching a show wouldn't hurt."

As for a certain super agent...his choice to shrink into the screen and not manifest into the material world is hard to tell whether it is out of guilt for not buying a ticket or fear of the pink-haired JK waving not far away.

"Little snake, little snake! This way, this way!"

In the eyes of Justice, not only the pink-haired JK, but also the owner of the light screen where he lives——

——The Omer Linton right in front of him was also exuding a strange feeling that made him feel particularly uncomfortable.

It's like a certain habit is broken, like a concept that has been accepted is shaken, like a foreign object is suddenly mixed into the beautiful natural scenery.

The strange feeling that he couldn't explain in words and couldn't directly describe what was wrong made him unable to integrate into the quarrel between the two Ultraman, nor to join in the communication between the monster user and the monster designer.

Not only Miss Shinjou Akane, but also Mr. Omer has become like that...

Where is it?
What went wrong?