Fantasy game evolution

"Then Qia will start now!" Without any hesitation, Qia closed her eyes immediately.

"Haha," the Miko let out a gentle laugh, and then-broke the door of the room!

In a way similar to an inch fist, the slender arm penetrated the door, and then, as if hitting something, a dull noise came out of the door.

"Although you don't need to sleep, don't bully children in the middle of the night." She said so, retracting her hand.

It's just that the hand at this time began to crack slowly...

Ah, my heart is so tired, let's continue FGO~

Ask for collection and ticket~

Chapter 234 The movement of all parties and reinforcements (3)

Guard, in the office of Deputy Commander Sonia.

At this time, Deputy Commander Sonia was connected to the communication of her own tactical missile, but the person who communicated made her very surprised.

That was the young investigator under his ex-husband, and judging from the noise leaked from the communication, he seemed to be still fighting?

Of course, what he said shocked her as well.

When he finished speaking for a while, Deputy Commander Sonia's expression became more solemn: "You mean, in the Medical University, Associate Professor Joachim is the black hand behind the scenes?"

After listening to Ling Yan's talk on the communicator for about fifteen minutes, Sonia repeated the conclusion without comment.

"Yes."

"What about the evidence?"

"If you can rush to the hospital, everything will be clear at a glance." Both sides are firm and affirmative, and they must not give in.

"So sorry, I can't agree with you."

"Yes. Actually, I don't need your consent. Deputy Commander."

"makes sense."

Sonia smiled when she heard him—a little embarrassed in her smile.

On the one hand, the Special Mission Support Section is the police and Sonia is the army. The two parties are not in the same organization, so Sonia did not affirm the power of Lloyd Bennings to act.

on the other hand……

Sonia's "deputy" commander meant that above her, there was a "chief" commander.

In the style of the commander, if what Ling Yan said is true, then the probability that the commander did not receive the bribe is almost zero—or in other words, he must have accepted the bribe.

Sonia could already think of what he would do if she gave him the conclusive evidence.

Probably they would delay the time while talking about confirming the reliability of the exhibits, and then forget this when other tasks arrive.

Therefore, Ling Yan's conversation was not based on the reason [Sonia can help] from the beginning.

But...

"What you mean is that I personally want to understand the whole story, right?"

"Yes. As expected of Deputy Commander Sonia."

"It's no good to praise me."

"At least our cooperation has always been pleasant, isn't it? Miss Noel is very good—in my opinion."

"Huh!?" Then the woman who had been an adjutant blushed instantly after hearing these words...

"In front of my sir, I am flirting like this. I really deserve to be that guy's subordinate." Seeing this expression on the adjutant like her own daughter, Sonia said happily: Honestly, this Noel, better than The former female soldier who could only say yes with an indifferent expression was much more interesting.

"Um, is Miss Noel by your side?" The voice on the other side of the communicator was instantly embarrassed.

After all, Ling Yan wanted to pass [Look, I have had such a pleasant cooperation with your best subordinates, why should I lie to you for such boring things?For the reason, Sonia has been sending troops to the rescue hospital in her own name.

The result-he did not expect Noel to be by her side!?

Although he feels that he didn't say anything wrong just now, but-something is always wrong?

"I heard it without missing a word." Sonia's tone was unexpectedly happy: "Then, the next thing is going to bother you young people."

"After all, this is a [first show] of your Special Mission Support Division, isn't it?"

"..." Ling Yan was silent for a long time, and a voice full of smile said in agreement:

"Ah, yeah."

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"What the hell is going on now?" Randy, who just put his clothes on his body, seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be asking the friends behind him, the Berserker in his hand. ] The bullet vented towards the enemy: "At night, this group of brains came and attacked the police!?"

He, who was planning to take a good rest, is very upset now: No one would be happy watching people come to demolish your house at night with a heavy machine gun, right?

Or, another way to call this behavior?

That is-enemy attack.

Although they are not too existential police officers, they are also police officers anyway, and it is a blatant contempt for Closbell's law enforcement power to attack them so directly.

But facing the heavy firepower on the opposite side, Randy didn't have time to think, only to fight back frantically.

The bullets screamed, and the table Randy used as a shelter was instantly shattered.

It was not the furniture used to resist bullets, but at this moment it has accomplished its mission brilliantly, turning it into raw materials, waiting to decay with the smell of gunpowder.

The barrage poured out, and thick smoke gradually filled the entire living room.

Are you aware that the people inside are dead?Six men in black, armed with machetes and rapid-fire pistols for close combat, broke in.

Behind them, the men in black with an imperial-made heavy machine gun in each hand were standing by.

The people here are the elites of the Mafia Rubacher.

Unlike the garrison’s commander, who has no wisdom and is so happy, who is easy to be deceived, Rubacher’s Penguin-like President Markeni is very shrewd. Rubacher’s weapons are all armed in the empire. Although it is somewhat inaccurate to call it the latest model, it is definitely a weapon active in the front line of battle.

The characteristic of the heavy machine gun is that it quickly launches and opens the barrage to suppress the enemy. In contrast, its huge reaction force is not something ordinary people can withstand.

Holding a hand in each hand, if it weren't for the brains to play handsome on the battlefield, then it can only show that Rubacher's mafia can hardly be called a human now.

Approaching the dense smoke cautiously, the Mafia scattered around silently to avoid being knocked down at the same time.