Terra Hotline, crime simulator

After setting up the sniper rifle, the man below was already the size of an ant, and then he saw Sokol walking swaggering into the warehouse.

He held his breath, aimed at a shadow mage at the entrance of the warehouse, and fired. Then the body fell down, and the group of deep pool soldiers finally noticed the intruder.

........

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"It's a hidden sniper! Don't panic! Find out his location!"

"Treat the wounded! Find bunkers! Someone call Lord Mandela!"

Old K called them one by one. The deep pool soldiers could only watch their teammates fall. There were no crossbow arrows on the bodies, and no sound of muskets was heard. The masks worn by the soldiers were not detected. The second reaction of the Origin Stone skill is "refraction".

Two tombstone statues made of Mandela were flying confusedly in the air. Such clumsy gadgets were destined to miss Old K. The soldiers who used steam jets to fly became Old K's. The primary target was sniped as soon as it took off.

The only ones who could survive the bullets were the heavily armored guards and phalanx warriors, but they were like headless flies at the moment, unable to do anything.

It was like there was a godless God of Death taking each of their lives silently, and fear fermented in everyone's heart.

Sokol also successfully sneaked into the warehouse containing Origin Stone ammunition. Large quantities of crossbows and various Origin Stone ammunition were neatly placed on the shelves of the warehouse. In the center of the warehouse, there was a group of soldiers. Unloading weapons from a large truck.

"Hey! Soldier, take your weapons and go to support. Wait, you are..."

A warlock saw the disguised Sokol coming in humming an Ursus song. He also closed the door of the warehouse and took out a blunderbuss from under his coat and pointed it at them.

Da da da--! !

Before the leader could finish speaking, Sokol suddenly

Shoot them directly with a rifle.

"I really hate infiltrating, it's so unchallenging! Next time I have to ask Sir for a more powerful weapon, like little Kev."

Sokol entered the password for the C4 bomb, then casually threw it on the pile of arms, and finally drove the truck and crashed out of the warehouse.

But an accident happened. A cemetery stone statue blocked in front of Sokol, stopped the truck abruptly, and roared at him.

"Sokol! I saw the cadres of the Deep Pool Force approaching from here! She seems to be able to use rock-type spells!"

Old K saw through the scope that a film woman with a suspended rock next to her was approaching the warehouse. He tried to fire at her, but the damn rock shield blocked the bullet.

Mandela frowned and looked in the direction of Old K, and ordered to the surrounding Shenchi soldiers:

"Tsk, you're a bunch of trash. You can't even spot the enemy right under your nose. What use do I need from you?! Go and catch the guy hanging on the tower! Remember to keep him alive!"

Then she slowly approached Sokol, who was still on the truck, and said coldly:

"Who sent you here? How did you know this location? Be honest, otherwise..."

"Today is my payday! You little bitch!"

boom--!

The huge explosion blew up the truck with a heat wave, and then rolled and crushed the tomb statue into pieces. Mandela did not react for a while, and the rock shield on his body was broken by the shock wave caused by the huge explosion.

Before she could regroup into a new stone shield, the truck continued to roll and hit her, knocking her over.

The entire warehouse area instantly turned into a sea of ​​flames, and Shenchi troops suffered numerous casualties.

"Sokol! Are you okay!"

Old K stared closely at the overturned truck. After coming over for a moment, he saw Sokol struggling to climb out of the driver's seat, staggering and vomiting blood.

"Ah...I'm fine...but someone is in trouble."

Mandela huddled on the ground in pain, and Sokol was about to go up and give her a quickie, but Old K in the headset immediately reminded:

"Don't kill her! Jazz just sent a message saying that he is taking her away!"

"...What? Well, then give her to the Jazz. After all, he is the leader and has the final say."

Chapter 70 Money and beast-eared girls are indispensable.

The Second Storm Assault Team was taken to the Victoria Hill County garrison camp by Captain Kelly, where Horn met a middle-aged film wearing a colonel's uniform. He stood up and greeted Horn.

"Colonel Hamilton, I think we should go directly to the topic, about the group of robbers wanted by the empire and the missing military Originium products."

The horn was the first to speak. She had always maintained a military-like calmness. Even the loss of contact with her teammates and the appearance of Commander Daryl, who suspected that she was still alive, did not make her panic.

The moment he saw Sir Daryl's name on the wanted poster, Horn had many illusions in his mind that he couldn't believe, but he quickly suppressed them. After all, the name Daryl was quite common in Victoria. .

"This is all your fault, isn't it?" Lieutenant Scamandros? "

Hamilton sat back at his desk, not paying any attention to the horn.

"I don't understand what you mean. You surrounded us, but you let Sir Daryl go, right under your noses."

Horn frowned, she was vaguely aware that some things seemed not as simple as she thought.

"Obviously, we had Sir Daryl's location and were ready to capture him, but you and your team messed up the situation."

"Really? But I always feel that you are here for us. After all, is the timing of your appearance a bit too coincidental? Besides, a team member is missing from my side. I suspect that he has accomplices nearby, and you But you didn’t notice anything unusual around you?”

"Scamandros... This joke is not funny at all. Do you really think I would take a little lieutenant seriously?"

The colonel tapped his fingers impatiently on the table and spoke with his gun and stick.

Horn closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Over the past few years of her military career, she had learned to wait for others to finish speaking and then calm down for three seconds before speaking.

"I don't want to change anything, Colonel. You don't have to worry that the arrival of our team will affect your command in Xiaoqiu County. I just want to find the missing team members and complete my mission."

"Then I can regretfully tell you that your team members are probably in dire straits.

Fifteen days ago, three parts of our military camp were attacked by explosives at the same time, and [-] soldiers died.The blasted hole and our blood are still there.

21 days ago, our supply transport team encountered an ambush outside the northern suburbs logistics area. The entire team and all the goods disappeared. In comparison, the disappearance of your team members is simply unnecessary.

It was all caused by the damn Tara people, and the robbers you mentioned were probably with them. "

"But the most recent criminal operations of that group of robbers were in Londinium. Colonel, I'm curious how you knew that they recently came to Xiaoqiu County?"

The colonel grinned and slapped a newspaper on the table:

"Let's see, today

That morning, just a few hours ago, the news was just printed that a jewelry store was robbed, and at the same time, a warehouse in District No. 13 was hit by a terrorist bombing.

Lieutenant Scamandros, what a simple thing. The missing military source stone products were stolen by this group of robbers, and they must have been plotting something recently. "

Finally, the colonel put away his smile and said in a serious tone like a conspirator:

"It might be a big explosion, maybe, so I advise you not to get involved in this matter, or be blown to pieces."

..........

After the horn went down, the colonel called his adjutant:

"Let the police department withdraw the police forces tracking the robbers and tell them that this matter is serious and must be handed over to the army."

The adjutant was a young film. If he had anything in common with the colonel, it was that they both hated the local Tara people. It only took him a second to understand what the colonel meant.

"I understand, what about the Stormtroopers from Londinium?"

"Let her investigate. Of course, all she can do is investigate."

.........

"It's time to wake up, little kitten. Do you want cruel Sir Daryl to feed you some milk?"

Mandela felt his face being pinched randomly. The next second he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a white hockey mask.

"Get your dirty hands off my face!"

Mandela turned her head away in disgust, but she found that she was tied to a chair by someone else, and her hands and feet were tied with Originium Skill Suppressors.

"It seems that there are some beast-eared girls who are disobedient. The disobedient beast-eared girls are punished by Sir Daryl~~"

Sir Daryl patted Mandela's face gently with his leather-gloved hand, and Mandela spat on his mask and spoke in an extremely nasty manner.

"Who are you, this damn pervert?! What's the purpose of catching me? If you want to get some information from me, I advise you to just kill me!"

Mandela simply closed her eyes, but Daryl's next words made her widen her eyes again in surprise.

"Intelligence? What intelligence are you referring to? Are you, as the leader of the Deep Pond like Ahemoni, planning to hold a banquet at the nobles of Tara recently? Or, let me tell you the name of the leader of Drak ?”

"How...how do you know this?! I know, you sent someone to blow up our arsenal. There must be a Victoria spy..."

Mandela's heart almost jumped out of her throat, and she thought of countless possibilities in her mind, but Daryl stretched out a finger and waved it in front of her:

"I don't work for Victoria, I've been working in finance lately."

As he spoke, he took out two newspapers and handed them to Mandela, one from today and one from Londinium not long ago.

"Cruel Sir Daryl?! It was you who robbed the bank in Londinium? By the way, you blew up the Broken Building? What is your purpose in coming to Xiaoqiu County this time?!"

The shock and disbelief on Mandela's face was very clear. She had heard that a group of legendary criminals had caused a terrorist attack in Victoria's capital, and finally escaped being hunted by two high-speed land battleships and three legions.

At first, she thought the story was exaggerated, but now, she finally figured out why the other party sent only two people to destroy the arsenal of the Shenchi troops, and even defeated her easily.

The bounty on the wanted poster is not unfounded.

"...Sir Daryl, so, what are you going to do with me? Do you want money?"

"What am I going to do? In fact, my life ideal has always been very simple. In summary, there are only two things, money and beast-eared girls. And I haven't been short of money recently, so...hehe... .”

Chapter 71 Mandela, take off her white stockings

After Jenny woke up, she found that her vision was dark. She blinked and found that a layer of black cloth covered her eyes. The horns on her head were still sore, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in her heart.

But that wasn't the worst thing. The worst thing was that she heard a sweet gasp from the room next door, which sounded like a girl's scream and a sinister smile after her conspiracy succeeded.

"Well... don't... damn! You bastard, why are you so... there... ah! Don't... grab my creation... ...!"

"Haha, let's try Sir Daryl's secret weapon, the upgraded version of Catnip Pro 2.0! Hahaha!"

"This sticky... liquid... is so disgusting! Get it off my... leg! It's... so... uncomfortable!"

"Really? Is this uncomfortable? But your expression seems to give you away. Do you want me to push your tongue back in?"

"...*Siha*...*Siha* is not comfortable at all...you nobles...the way you play is really perverted!"

"If I feel uncomfortable, I won't do it. After all, I respect every animal-eared girl's choice."

"Don't...! Haah...I won't...give in defeat so easily...I'll do it later

Let you see... the wrath of the deep pool! "

"It seems that a cat has lied. Cats who lie will be punished by Sir Daryl."

"What are you... talking nonsense?! Ah... ah...! Why are your fingers... like tentacles... ugh... ugh... .”

[Obtained the simulation reward for this stage: Charlie (Octopus): Mask]

[Ability: Obtain eight invisible slippery moist tentacles and disappear after taking off the mask. ]

........

Jenny's heart was trembling. In the darkness, she didn't know what was waiting for her.

Is it my turn to be the next one to be persecuted?It’s over, what should I do?what to do?

She was heartbroken when she thought that she had not said goodbye to the operators at the Rhode Island office in Londinium.

Every second she spent next was extremely long to her. After the woman next door gasped and gradually became weak, someone pushed the door open with a bang.

"I will never give in to you evil guys! You can kill or chop me as you please!"

Even though she was tied to the chair, Jenny still raised her neck like a flag-bearer.

"Oh~~How could I kill you? My dear little Jenny...hehe..."

The black cloth over her eyes was suddenly torn open, and after letting her eyes adjust to the bright light, Jenny realized that the man in the white mask in front of her looked familiar.

"Wait, you are the one...the one a few days ago..."

Jenny's mouth was wide open, as if she couldn't believe that the man who had chatted with her a few days ago was actually Sir Daryl on the wanted poster.

Why couldn't he be recognized when he took off the mask, but she recognized him when she put on the mask? Jenny had no time to think about this problem.

"You despicable pervert, what do you want to do?

"So there is also a flag bearer of the Victoria Honor Guard here? Tsk tsk, it seems that you, the obscene demon, have quite a wide hunting range."

Before Daryl could speak, Mandela walked out of the next room holding on to the wall. Her face was rosy, and the ill-fitting black dress she was wearing had been torn apart, revealing her open belly and legs. The pair of white stockings on top had also disappeared, and on her smooth and white thighs, some silvery liquid shimmered under the light.Skirt six "玖④⑨三'⑥一③五

"...I hope your information is correct and you can keep your promise. After all, this is one of the few advantages of you dirty nobles."

Mandela straightened his messy short hair and looked at Daryl like he was looking at trash.