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Chapter 516 NO.99 I'm Just Ashamed to Talk
If it were the usual Treisen, Homa would never dare to walk around in this posture.

Not to mention how many little girls would be frightened by him, just the past in the teaching building of the junior high school made him try his best to avoid the situation of encountering that classmate Liqi Xiaolin.

But at this moment when there was really no one...or there could only be one Metronian, he stepped forward without any scruples, looking for the traces of Tver who should be there.

"Mr. Linton, where is it?" The man on the screen was quite curious about the environment reflected by the camera.

"Jiemen West District, Central Treisen, one of my jobs."

As the devil spoke, he suddenly looked up at the rain cloud.

The rain that dripped into the eyeholes turned into mist before it accumulated, which made it difficult for him to look up.

So he raised his hand, holding a card between his fingertips.

"Melba." / Melba.

The recognition sound of the teahouse came out from the Beta Magic Blade, and the moment the sky-shattering monster appeared with its hand, it charged towards the sky.

The flickering wings broke through the dark clouds, and the ear-piercing screams shattered countless glasses—it also showed the fact that the degree of reduction in this world is not as good as reality.

In the real central Treisen, the building materials are unambiguous at all, and even the windows can withstand the wind pressure of the horse lady running.

"one?"

Although he was a little surprised by Omer's sudden move, Justis didn't interfere.

He believed in the emptiness of this world more than Homa, so he would not accuse him of harming anyone by his behavior.

As for the target Metronians... With the talents of this family, even as a technician, their physique is far stronger than that of a human.

"It's not important, please keep quiet for less than ten seconds."

Homa, who didn't want to talk about his part-time job, just looked at the building complex that he once again swept away the rain clouds, and listened attentively.

But his sensitivity was like that of a horse girl, and his hearing became even better after being transformed into a demon, and he instantly picked up two strange door opening and closing sounds.

One is above and the other is below, making his brow wrinkled.

"..."

"he's not here?"

Ten seconds later, looking at the demon's motionless and silent appearance, Justis couldn't help asking.

However, Omer, who had been quite polite before, did not respond immediately at this moment, but whispered to himself:

"It shouldn't be..."

He wasn't surprised to hear movement here, but why was it movement from both sides?

"Are there other people in this world?" He then looked at the screen.

And his words made Justis startled: "Others?"

"The Federal Police Agency and the Security Bureau of the two worlds have checked with each other. The sum of the number of arrests and kills is the number of members of the invader alliance."

The implication is that it is impossible, unless the intelligence database on the side of the coalition army is invaded, or someone in the police station or the security bureau has made a mistake.

There must be a mistake in the three parties to explain the two voices that he heard constantly pulling the door.

Up and down, the upper is an iron door, and the lower is a wooden door.

It sounded like they were locked up, pulling hard at the door.

Homa stayed in the academy as a trainer for two months, and it can be considered that he has turned more than half of the area, and he knows that the door materials of the central Treisen are divided into four grades.

Infrastructure such as classrooms, trainer offices, and activity rooms are all made of interstellar imported wood.

Facilities such as gymnasiums and dance studios are made of bulletproof glass.

And the exits of the campus, the roof doors, laboratories and equipment rooms, etc., usually require students to apply for access to the facilities, which are alloy doors.

Finally, there are the doors of the student union and the chairman's office—they are all wooden doors, but the quality of the materials used is higher than that of another batch of interstellar imported wood.

This was complained by Ms. Susakawa after drinking, and it was an unnecessary expenditure of "the chairman makes a decision as soon as his head is hot".

Of course, for the sake of a stable official career, it is better to forget such words.

Moreover, the building materials in this place are not as good as what I am familiar with.

but……

Stepping, running, and the flame ports hidden in the scales on the body surface are also used to move forward and turn faster and more accurately. Omer first went to the trainer's office, gym, and student union room to confirm the respective materials.

The categories are the same.

"Although I don't know what you are doing, I want to remind you that the remaining time is less than 10 minutes," Justis reminded, "After the entire world is compressed to the extreme, a small black hole may form."

"Are you sure it's compressed?" Omer asked.

In the initial judgment, the new world where the mainframe was defeated should be as difficult to run as a game whose server was blown up, and then collapsed.

But the view that Omer and Justis overlooked in front of the gap in the world seemed to be in another state.

Data and information are all accumulating in accordance with a certain will.

From collapse to concentration, the difference of one word is two kinds of results.

"I'm sure, I'm still monitoring the status before the gap in the world. The equipment provided by the Two Worlds Security Bureau shows the energy flow of this world very intuitively." He said, showing the screen on the side.

"Can you understand this picture? I have no idea why it is like this."

He was able to be found by Omer specifically asking Shi Huaiya to borrow his authority, because he has quite a wealth of experience in traveling through the data world.

Super-agents go to the electronic world to find people, just like Omer is to find people-although there is no chance to receive them again, they still have skills.

And he did arrive here with Omer, but he couldn't understand the phenomenon that all the energy was flowing back toward the center.

"The center is the Jiemen District."

Looking at the screen, Omer can naturally recognize the plates that divide the respective urban areas by lines.

"Don't you look very surprised?" Justis looked at Omer on the screen who looked down at his feet and then looked up at the ceiling.

He was in the corridor on the third floor of the teaching building of the junior high school, listening to the sound of doors being pulled up and down.

Right here, the voice on the top is very familiar, but the bottom is a little strange, reminding him of some subtle rumors.

"The only connection in this world is Tver, and this person is a complete horse cook. As long as you consider this, the migration route of this energy is not surprising."

"Can you guess what he wants to do?"

Justis watched him finally take a step on the screen, and the moment he stepped out, the scenery changed.

As if using that teleportation ability again, he appeared in front of an iron gate.

"The world is collapsing after all. Even if it is being compressed and closed, the remaining energy will not be enough to realize his wish."

"Where is the semi-finished product?" Omer asked, looking at the familiar iron door in front of him and the door handle that looked intact.

The broad sharp claws held the thing and twisted it without pressure, but the movement of pushing it away was very gentle.

It made Justis a little puzzled.

"It's unlikely to be a semi-finished product, right? But what are you doing here? There's no one here."

These words made the demon turn his head to look at him successfully, the flames in his eyes fluctuated slightly, with some arcs like question marks.

"What's wrong?" The super agent looked at him without fear, and he was the one with the most question marks.

Then he saw the demon sigh, and a faint silver flame swirled around his mouth.

"...Nothing, let's go to the basement to save that guy."

"Why are you sighing?"

"Sigh for the basement."

"?"

The super-agents are considering whether to label Mr. Linton the Riddler.

(End of this chapter)