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Chapter 260 NO.23: But is Ye the perpetrator or the victim?
"It's a big misunderstanding. How is my brother like Jugula?" Bize argued for his brother, and then muttered in a low voice, "You said he is more or less like the Spartans."

"I guess he was talking about the situation at the scene." Omer once again had the opportunity to look at the black-haired man in front of him more carefully.

He has an oriental face, but he has amazing strength and speed. He has the posture of a soldier, but he doesn't have the neatness imprinted in his bones like a soldier.

The strength of a lone warrior cannot be found in the known energy system, but he has the warmth of deja vu and subconscious repulsion.

Like... light?

Omer frowned slightly, raised his hand into his pocket, and pressed the more violent cards, especially the Ace Killer in the middle layer of the card box.

An absurd guess floated in my mind.

And following that speculation, was a little excitement.

Although he loves monsters, it doesn't mean he hates Ultraman as the protagonist.

People's yearning for heroes has a long history, and it can be traced back to an even older past.

Whoever has never longed for the brilliance that can save them when they were children, even if they gradually recognize the reality as they grow up and realize that only themselves can change their immediate relationship, most of them will not lose their longing for "light".

Dedicated altruism, whether incarnated by oneself or by others, has a rallying appeal of its own.

But guesses are just guesses, and Omer will not be confused by the appearance of the longed-for existence in front of him.

It should have been the opponent who should have messed up.

"Yes, that's right, am I... disturbing something?" The man asked, and then looked back at the three figures who were still lying on the ground behind him.

Omer looked at the same.

Seeing the two pictures where the body of the card user is gradually dissolving due to the card user losing consciousness, he stepped forward, holding the briefcase he just picked up in his hand.

From it, he found out the portable plastic rope that mercenaries always have.

"You really hindered me from trying to talk to him." Pulling off the black cloak on his body that wasn't obvious when he was still, Omer began to bind the mage's hands under the subtle gaze of the man, and then went further.

It is not possible to talk about professional tying techniques, but there is a kind of proficiency in tying bacon.

"But it's the same as continuing now."

While tightening the binding, he also conveniently pulled away the hidden cards and a traditional staff that was far from the No. [-] staff before.

Then he turned around and picked up the samurai sword again.

The man couldn't see what switch the young man had touched, and the samurai sword was deformed again in the riot of metal on the blade surface, turning into a lackluster black cane.

The young man suddenly turned his head and asked the two girls, "Do you want to avoid it for a while?"

he asked, and suddenly a dim light shot from the opening above the cane, punching a tiny hole in the ceiling.

"I'm afraid there will be some do not see evil in the future."

A cane capable of firing lasers.

Omer also found time to be familiar with some of the strange weapon parts in Morrison's iron coffin.

After all, given the choice, he naturally felt that the risk of using the Beta Magic Blade as a weapon was too high.

It is true that Mephilas's technology is trustworthy, but the guys he has met recently are all of the same interstellar weight.

Omer knew that he was not one of those Ultramans with a background, who couldn't beat Ultraman, and someone gave him away. If the Beta Magic Blade broke in his hands, he couldn't count on the Frontier Lighthouse Group for warranty.

So this iron coffin always stays in his briefcase, and it can come in handy at times like this.

And Tohsaka Rin looked at the cane, but he was also calm.

"Will there be a lot of blood?"

Her acceptance of this kind of weapon is full, after all, she also has a gem sword in her hand that can only emit waves, and she has seen some weird weapons in the clock tower.

"No, with its high temperature, there will be no chance for blood to bleed." Omer raised his hand and brushed the straight mechanical staff with his fingers.

Although the shape has changed a lot, the weight has not improved much. The three girls probably wouldn't be able to lift it up, but the man beside him has to say something else.

"A very special weapon." The man, who was probably preparing to speak, noticed his gaze and complimented the weapon.

"You too." Omer glanced at the steel pipe with the gap.

This immediately made the other party choke.

"My real weapon is more dangerous."

"Is it?"

Glancing at Bize's nodding appearance, and then considering the conjecture about the light, Aomo wondered if this guy still has some special photography resources that he didn't share with him.

However, these should not be considered at the moment.

"You can put the small talk and self-introduction later," he shook his head, and looked at the three over there again, "The important thing now is, are you all mentally prepared, especially you, Miss Dongshang Change. "

The little witch who was called up straightened her back like a reflex, just like when she was called to speak in class: "Yes!"

"As a trainer, I don't recommend that students watch the following scenes, although you may have had similar insights under the influence of your family."

A little girl who takes a witch as her ideal career and is raised by a veteran witch grandmother, can be a pure and flawless greenhouse flower... Omer doesn't think much about this possibility.

It's like a triple crown born in a local area, a mercenary with no history of violations of laws and regulations, and a virgin Bichi, it's a setting that only comic novels would consider.

Dongshang Reform obviously doesn't have such a dreamy setting, but she still has some anticipation when facing Aumer's words. It's hard to say whether she has lingering fears about this matter or is simply nervous about facing Aomer.

When Aumer was in a demonic state before, the girl looked at him very strangely. When Bize typed to inform Aumer of his identity, her eyes seemed to be shining, probably a non-existent witch. Memory has been conceived.

It is even confirmed that the magic academic lectures to be published in the future will be signed by the two.

In this state, she naturally cannot face Aomer rationally, but she also has companions.

Although they got along for a short time, the friendship of "being kidnapped together" is no less than that of "going to the battlefield together", and a "sense of companionship" brought about by the crisis can be born. You also have the right to know, don’t you, Mr. Linton.”

"…certainly."

Unexpectedly, Tianhuo would answer the conversation for Dongshang Reform, and after that, he also saw the latter glance at Tianhuo and then nod when he looked at himself again, so Amo sighed and turned around simply.

"Aren't you going to stop me?" He glanced at the man who was still watching Dongshang Reform.

A man with a light on his back has a bit of excess kindness... Amo judged it based on his experience in most of the special photography works, and he just asked this question.

"Indeed, compared to your laser, I think torture like joint techniques is more suitable." Kai nodded.

This made Omer silent for a while: "...you should keep quiet, so that I won't hold you accountable for interrupting my plan."

The joint technique is indeed a good choice. If it is well controlled, the trauma will not reach the standard of minor injuries, and fingerprints will not be detected on the clothes.

However, close contact such as twisting and shearing tends to ignore the overall situation because the perspective is too close.

This is a big taboo when facing the caster.

So he looked at Bi Ze again.

This unlucky friend who was involved was a student who had never been exposed to any danger half a month ago. Seeing Omer now, he seemed to be very conscious, and was skipped by Omer.

"Hmm? Why don't you ask me?!" The unlucky guy was very dissatisfied.

"If you have any questions, you can come to this kind of upper-middle class exhibition. Don't you have made up your mind?"

Aumer asked, and the movement of his hand was even more flatly tilted to the side—amidst the sound of the wind, the laser emitted from the metal at the end of the stick went straight into the side of the man's arm tied behind his back, almost instantaneously. It made the unconscious man wake up screaming in pain.

"What's going on? Where's No. [-]!" Contestant No. [-], who was dizzy earlier, woke up to find that his upper body was tied up, and he even cared about No. [-]'s safety.

Did he really, someone cry to death?
"He..." Glancing at the man aside, thinking about his display of strength just now and his claim that real weapons are more dangerous, Aumer spit out two words, "Dead."

"I sacrificed to save you, now it's up to you to waste the life that was saved."

Once the basis of nonsense is determined, the trap based on lies will be extended along the basis.

Omer's conversation was very smooth, without the slightest jamming or unnaturalness, and it was only natural that he would be watched by five subtle eyes.

"Dead...? How could... Ah, it's you!"

It seemed hard to believe that the teammate sent it so easily. Number two was still confused, and when he looked up, he saw the man who hit him with a sap.

"Hongkai!" He suddenly became angry.

"Are you famous?" Aomo, who was not very surprised by this, asked with squinting eyes.

Although the latter was a little surprised, when asked, he smiled lightly: "In this circle, probably."

Not only people who are in contact with interstellar events, but also many traversers know themselves very well, and Kai is gradually getting used to this.

Troubled as it was, there was a subtle sense of fulfillment in hearing from the outlaws that they all knew me.

It also made Aomo make up his mind, not only to collect Ma Niang's big data, but also to get more crawler software to help him catch information in the mercenary circle and interstellar news.

He didn't know anything about Kai, and he thought about 'torturing' Bize later.

"Now that you know him, it's easier." Zuo played with his cane in a casual manner, and Homa looked condescendingly at No. [-] who was trying to prop up his upper body.

Noticing the unnatural movement of the shoulders of his cloak, another beam of light brought out the other party's screams.

"I'll ask you an answer, I won't kill you, and I won't make you seriously injured, we should have a lot of time—"

Before he finished speaking, he frowned and looked at the corner at the end of the road ahead, and then looked back at Dongshang Reform—a pair of horse ears were shaking and twisting in the hole for the ears in the little witch's pointed hat, and then turned towards Stay on the left side.

When I met Omer's eyes, I wanted to say something.

Needless to say, Omer looked back at her to confirm that he had no auditory hallucinations, and there was indeed a group of people staggering with orderly footsteps.

With a rather professional quality.

Aomo was silent for a while, and then under the puzzled eyes of others, he threw an emergency healing spell at the number three.

While throwing it away, he asked, "Mr. Hongkai, have you called the police?"

"No." Kay replied, denying Omer's guess.

But he didn't wait for Aomer to continue to ask, he smiled heartily: "But I called an ambulance, and this incident seems to be quite a big one, must someone call the police?"

But someone like you calling the police will raise the level of vigilance...

Although he didn't know the background and strength of the other party, Omer knew that the police system had a set of criteria for judging the level of the case according to the identity of the caller.

So it will:
"Eastern Metropolitan Police Department! Don't move at all!"

"This is the Terrorist Mobile Squad! Put down your weapons!!"

"God's blessing music team has arrived at the scene, and immediately evaluate the proportion of clearing and saving here."

"This is Rhodes Island! The location of the Skyfire operator has been confirmed."

……

Oh, beef batch...

Faced with such mobilization, Aumer could only let go of his stick.

Let it fall to the ground and stay with the briefcase, while also smashing a few cracks in the mixed material floor.

And he just showed his blank hands raised high.

Just to remind people behind me:

"I advise you to do the same first."

After all, although they are not criminals, violent law enforcement agencies such as the violent terrorist mobile team often make some bad responses that will be complained about.

Whether you are the perpetrator or the victim, you can save yourself trouble by first showing that you are not hostile.

　Add more to send!Once again, I wish all readers good health and success in the new year!

　　By the way... Regarding whether Kai is Uub's body or a human body, this has been a protracted issue and there is no real evidence so far. You can read what the author said in this chapter when O-50 was mentioned in the previous chapter.

　　In short, it is to choose the human body first. When this book is set, after all, O-50's ring of light has shown a more powerful and neutral function than the plasma spark tower when dealing with the three Rob brothers and sisters. Gula was obviously not so neutral, it was more like—someone was on the account to operate, I won’t say who it is.jpg
　　that's all!

　　Well, until we see you tomorrow!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)