In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"I want you to take care of it! Hurry up and blow your hair | go to bed!"

"Huh? What do you do when I sleep on the bed?"

"Of course I'm sleeping on the floor!" Rosen cursed angrily. Sure enough, Assassin's poison can affect IQ.

While the brat was blowing his head, Rosen looked out the window, after thinking for a while, he finally knew where the news leaked from.

The strong killing intent made Mordred look over, the man gritted his teeth and growled:

"Emiya Kiritsugu!!"

PS: There is a bounty... and there is no monthly pass...

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The closer you get to the Nero Festival, the more noisy the city of Rome becomes, as if the citizens here have energy that can never be exhausted.

The impetuous city of Rome is never short of news. Several days have passed since the explosion that night, and now even the tabloids are too lazy to report it. While the citizens are still enjoying their lives, the guards have already started working.

The night was dark and moonless, but the bright lights of the city were as bright as day. Several figures stood on the roof of the building, letting the night wind make their clothes flutter.

Emiya Kiritsugu, who had 'quit smoking', was standing by the eaves, the cigarette in his mouth glowing red, and the telescope in his hand was looking at the alley a thousand meters away with great concentration, and suddenly he was shocked. a shudder.

Standing next to them were all the elite of the Roman Guards, and the man's movements naturally couldn't be hidden from their eyes.

"Your Excellency Emiya, what's the matter with you?"

"It's nothing, I feel a bit of killing intent." Kiritsugu was very calm, he had offended many people, and it was normal for someone to want to kill himself.

After stamping out the cigarette butts, this matter was left behind, and he asked from both sides: "Are you sure it's here?"

"This is the news from the 'organ'. They captured a barbecue shop owner. The information obtained under torture is quite reliable." The officer leading the team took out a document, frowned after looking at it :

"However, the preliminary investigation did not find any clues. The 'agency' has searched the entire alley, and no suspicious targets have been found."

"Has the household survey been completed?"

"It's done, they've never met a stranger."

"That's right here." Kiritsugu stamped out the cigarette butt, and took out another cigarette from his bosom, but when the cigarette case was pulled out, it happened to bring a photo with it.

The photo fell on the ground, and several half-heroic spirits glanced at it, only to see that Emiya Kiritsugu above still had a dead face, but the red-haired boy beside him smiled brightly.

"Your family?"

The officer leaned over and picked up the photo and handed it to Kiritsugu, showing a gentle smile. They all have family members, and they chose to fight because of their protection.

"Inuzi, your name is Shirou." Kiritsugu rarely showed a trace of tenderness, but was soon replaced by coldness, "Our opponent is Assassin! Even the low-level personnel inside will not be noticed by ordinary people!"

"Something makes sense." The officer nodded. Just as he was about to ask if he needed support, a black shadow came into his sight.

He stumbled like a drunk, but under the high-precision military binoculars, his face had been captured.

"Impossible?!" After seeing the face clearly, the officer exclaimed.

"what happened?"

"This guy is the owner of the barbecue restaurant who was captured by the 'government' two days ago! I've seen his photo, and I will never admit it."

What the hell, how could a person who was clearly captured appear here, and what was even more weird was that the target disappeared in a blink of an eye, and even the sniper didn't react.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to ask if there was an insider in the intelligence agency, but his hand was already pinched by Emiya Kiritsugu.

"We have no way of knowing the abilities of the Heroic Spirits, especially what kind of weird abilities appear in Assassin, which is very normal." The second cigarette was lit, and Kiritsugu squatted on the ground and began to organize his combat equipment.

Explosives, rocket launchers, and assault rifles are all powerful weapons, which made the guards stare straight.

This man...does he want to start a war in the city?

"Inform Your Majesty Nero that we are preparing to attack."

"Prepare to attack!" As the heroes of the noodles, the guards have always dared to fight. With a wave of the officer's right hand, there was a sound of pulling the bolt of the gun.

Equipped with the most sophisticated weapons in the body of a half-hero, even a team of more than a dozen people can already fight against weak chicken heroes.

The city of Rome is his own territory, and the officer was also very relieved, and nodded to Emiya Kiritsugu: "Your Excellency, please give an order!"

Not being too polite, Emiya Kiritsugu armed himself to the teeth, and jumped off the tall building first.

"Sniper cover, the assault team will follow me!"

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The disappearance of the drunk is similar to teleportation, even the Roman Guards couldn't capture the figure, but the bearded man from the barbecue shop immediately turned into a black skinny man when he entered the cellar, and this kind of black skin, in the cellar There are three more.

Thanks to Rosen, this is the last clone of Hassan Baimao. They looked at the empty cellar, but they were full of anger in a daze.

The clones of Baimao Hassan couldn't share their spiritual power, so they didn't even know how their brother died, as if they lost [-]% of their strength when they woke up.

The anger was quickly suppressed by Assassin's unique calmness, and the three looked at the black figure sitting in the center at the same time.

He was wearing a black cloak, only a skull mask was exposed, and when he noticed his gaze, the skull turned around.

"Your Excellency Baimao, you have failed. Not only did you fail, but the strength of the Roman branch was also exhausted."

The voice is deep and polite, which is rare among Assassins.

"Curse wrist... My failure will naturally be borne, but the whole matter is beyond our control!" Baimao's voice gradually rose, and this clone seemed to be extremely irritable.