Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 767: A thrilling chase?
The Westminster area is still brightly lit at night. The spotlights of the National Theatre illuminate the area around the venue as bright as day. You can vaguely hear the melodious music in the wind. I wonder what wonderful play is being performed. If you stand closer, such as near Trafalgar Square and the Little River Gardens, you may be able to hear a few words from inside the wall through the heavy concrete buildings, and then speculate on the excitement of the plot. It was in this way that those citizens who could not afford tickets in the past first got to know familiar characters such as Prince Hamlet, General Macbeth and the Brave Roche.

However, the high-end residential area in Westminster is far away from the public area where the National Grand Theatre is located. When the music reaches here, it has been diluted countless times by the night wind and is not much clearer than the sound of rustling branches and leaves. This quiet and secluded atmosphere is the reason why the nobles, financiers and business owners of Lonwitting favor this place.

In a neighborhood like this with good public security, it is reasonable that nothing serious will happen, so the police officer on night patrol was a little lazy. He held the lantern in one hand and yawned with the other hand. He was thinking whether to have a drink or go home for a nap after the mission was over. The light reflected through the glass lampshade overlapped with the light of the street lamp, which was a bit dazzling, making him squint his eyes slightly. At this time, the police officer's ears moved and he seemed to hear some strange noises.

The firm, powerful and rhythmic sound of horse hooves and the rumbling of wheels on the cobblestone road... He suddenly opened his eyes wide and saw a gorgeous carriage galloping towards him from the end of the street, at a speed that was simply beyond the capture of the naked eye. It was at the edge of sight in the last second, and had flown past him in the next moment. The iron-wrapped horseshoes crushed the gravel and dust on the road, and raised pieces of misty golden debris in the overlapping halo of wind lanterns and street lamps.

The beauty sitting in the driver's seat shook the reins, and when they passed by, she said to him, "Sorry, let me pass."

The sound was quickly torn apart in the wind. The patrolling police officer stared blankly at the back of the carriage going away. What impressed him most was the beautiful silver eyes of the coachman, which were as cold and pure as the moonlight. Then he realized what had happened. He shuddered subconsciously, and without thinking, he shouted at the speeding carriage: "Hey, the carriage in front, stop! You have seriously violated the provisions of the Capital Traffic Law... cough cough cough!"

Before he finished speaking, a larger cloud of dust was blown over by the wind, choking him and causing him to cough repeatedly, even coughing up tears, looking quite embarrassed. Along with the dust came the roaring sound of steam engines, just like a boiling steel machine rampaging on the street, making people feel terrified. The patrol officer covered his nose with his hand and looked back tremblingly. Two bright and dazzling headlights first cut through the night, causing his pupils to shrink for a moment, and then a huge and heavy silver-white chariot jumped out of the dust, rumbling in the direction of the carriage that had just fled at an astonishing speed that was extremely inconsistent with its size, and did not even glance at the tiny human beside him.

The patrol officer didn't know how to describe what happened to him that night. He stood there blankly, staring at the direction where the carriage and the steel chariot left one after another. There were still traces of carriage wheel tracks and chariot wheel crushing marks on the road. Some places were even damaged. It seemed that this street needed to be re-maintained.

All kinds of messy thoughts flashed through his mind. After a while, he cursed in a low voice as if to vent his emotions: "What the hell!"

……

The two parties chasing on the streets of Westminster did not care how much shock or psychological trauma their actions brought to an innocent patrol police officer, because both parties were busy, one was busy escaping and the other was busy chasing.

Inside the Crusher X-type Magic Armored Vehicle, Wade Locke used a goggles to observe the carriage running ahead. After estimating the distance, he said to Agil beside him, "The distance seems to be getting closer. If we continue to chase at this speed, it will be disadvantageous to us. Agil, is there no way to increase the speed?"

"Sorry, Captain." Aegir, who was in charge of controlling the magic armored vehicle, smiled bitterly. His forehead was covered with sweat, which stuck to his light golden bangs. He had no time to take care of it because he had to concentrate on the enemy in front of him to ensure that he would not be thrown away. "The magic engine is already running at the highest power. If we want to speed up, we can only overload the engine. But doing so will put a great burden on the chassis and tires of the armored vehicle. It is very likely that they will be damaged before we catch up with the enemy."

After all, it is an old model of magic armored vehicle, and it is probably a retired machine of the Night Watch, which Professor Heinrich has collected in the manor. Its performance has been greatly reduced. To be honest, the fact that it can still bite the opponent has nothing to do with the strength of the machine, but is entirely supported by Aegir's driving skills.

Wade Locke frowned when he heard this. Sally, who was sitting in the back seat, couldn't help but complain, "This carriage is too outrageous. It runs faster than the magic armored vehicle. What kind of horse is pulling the carriage? Could it be a monster?" If it's not a monster, what kind of horse can race with the magic armored vehicle? Even the best mixed-blood horse on the Lessenville prairie can't do it, right?
The people in the car naturally could not answer this question. Although they also felt that this was outrageous, it was a fact seen with their own eyes after all. No matter how much they questioned it, it was useless. Therefore, they could only ignore it for the time being and focus on the most important issue.

However, Sally's words gave Wade a good idea: since his speed could not catch up with the opponent, why not slow down the opponent? Is this the so-called theory of relativity?
After he expressed his thoughts, Michelle's eyes fell on Sally, because she was the sniper and fire support of the team, and this task should be her responsibility.

"Are you sure, Sally?" Wade Locke asked. It was not that he did not believe in the ability of his teammates, but the conditions were indeed very harsh: it was really a fantasy to accurately hit a target that was also moving at high speed in such a high-speed and narrow sniping point. Moreover, their mission was to intercept the opponent, so the bullets fired by Sally could not hit other places. Only hitting key positions such as the horses pulling the cart or the wheels would be effective. Such a miraculous sniping technique, perhaps only the elite veterans of the God's Eye Force could do it?
In response to his concerns, Sally herself seemed confident: "Leave it to me, Captain. When have I ever let you down on a mission like this?"

But we have never carried out such a mission before.

Wade was about to speak but stopped. Michelle saw his worry, thought for a moment and said, "Why not trust her just once, Captain? This woman is good for nothing except her shooting skills. If you deny her only value again, she might cry."

"Shut up!"

Sally glared at him fiercely, then leaned over and took out the "Grey Falcon XIV Magic Sniper Rifle" that she had just applied to the Construction Management Agency for a replacement for, as well as the corresponding base, scope, aiming bracket and other accessories from the weapon storage under her seat, and began to debug on the spot: "Give me some time, Captain, when I finish debugging, I will let you see how accurate my shooting skills are!"

Wade thought that he could only trust her at this time, so he turned his head to look at Agil in the driver's seat. The latter nodded in understanding: "I understand. I will try my best to bite the other party before Sally finishes the debugging."

Wade said to Michelle again: "In this case, let's prepare for the battle, Michelle. The other side will not passively take the beating. When the time comes, we will take turns to cover Sally and snipe."

Michelle nodded silently, then took out his magic sword, the Magic King, from the weapon storage room and began to manually adjust the parameters of the magic device.

The car suddenly became quiet and the atmosphere seemed to freeze, appearing serious and long.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)