I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

The act of pressing the digital buttons did not bring any feedback. When I went to the stairwell, I found that it was also locked from the outside, and the handle could not be turned from the outside at all.

"It's okay to have such good security...but how do I get up there now?"

After getting the answer from the front desk staff that the key card could not be reported as lost without the identity certificate of the person who issued the room, Phil could only sit on the sofa in the lobby and wait for Klaus and the others to come back like a salted fish who had lost his dream.

"I'm so used to it..."

Phil, who was sinking into the sofa, was twirling his fingers around his hair in boredom, and his stomach made an untimely growling sound.

In the past, because she didn't feel hungry at all, she would eat every meal, just to enjoy the lust of her mouth and tongue. At this moment, she was tortured to death by deep tiredness and hunger.

Turning over on the sofa, he felt something rattling around his waist. Phil, who was not in a very cheerful mood, smacked his lips and took out the hard object under his body with his hand to take a look - it was a flashing 1 zer coin with beautiful silver shine.

This sudden feeling of happiness made Phil smile with joy.

"An unexpected bonus~ I actually picked up some change that someone left here. I should be able to buy a good expired lunch at the convenience store with this!"

In the past, Gracefield, who had millions of dollars in HL and spent money like water, never imagined that he could be moved by a mere 1 zer coin when he was at his lowest.

In a great mood, Phil jumped up from the sofa, clutching the coins in his hand, and looked through the glass door at the 24-hour "(Alien)" convenience store with white lights across the street.

It's just such a close distance. If you come back quickly after buying food, nothing will happen, right?

Chapter 159: Catastrophe

Phil, who walked out of the hotel with such thoughts, did not clearly realize that this was not the HL where the crime rate had dropped again and again after his arrival, but a secret society that maintained the balance of the world and secretly protected order.

The most chaotic period when "Lebra" didn't exist yet...

Although Gracefield is the most familiar with this city at the moment, it is obvious that she also suffered the disadvantage of being "the most familiar" and became careless.

"Didi~Welcome!" A slightly mechanical welcome came from the mouth of the little doll hanging at the door. The clerk behind the checkout counter is an alien with an octopus head. He is taking a nap while leaning on a chair with his legs crossed. He seems to have no intention of getting up to greet the only customer who comes to this convenience store late at night.

However, Phil was familiar with the classification of shelves. He went straight to the refrigerator and began to rummage through the bottom layer for discounted bento boxes that were about to expire.

As for why Phil knew about this kind of thing, it was all thanks to his good friend Leonardo Watch who was hungry because he was often robbed...

"Usually, there are bento boxes on the last floor of the refrigerated cabinets in 24-hour convenience stores that are about to expire. Most of them can be bought for only 1 zel. This is a good thing that can often save people like us! Although the taste is basically the same You just have to choose...Compared to Senior Cheng, you haven't experienced this kind of life where you need to tighten your belt, right?" Leo said with a smile at the time.

"Hell snail flavored risotto with thick crucian carp sauce... Wow..."

The good news is that Leo is right, the bento that is about to expire here does only cost 1 zer.

But the bad news is that the box in Phil's hands is probably all that's left.

The strange dark green juice dyed the rice below a particularly unappetizing color. No wonder no one buys this kind of thing until it expires...

But Phil, who was so hungry now that her eyes were dizzy, basically had no choice. She could only pray that putting this thing in her mouth would not kill her, and that the microwave next to the counter could still be used.

"Didi~Welcome!"

It seemed that another customer pushed the door open and came in, but Phil didn't mean to care about other people. He walked to the checkout counter with the bento in his hand and placed it in front of the napping clerk.

Gracefield knocked on the counter: "Hello, checkout."

The clerk slightly opened one of the four pairs of eyes on his face, glanced at the items the human woman in front of him wanted to check out, waved his hand and said, "Sorry, we no longer sell expired items."

"But this obviously hasn't expired yet!"

Unconvinced, Phil slapped the 1 zer coin in his hand on the counter and wanted to argue with the clerk in front of him.

"If your eyeballs and brain nerves have not failed due to special drugs, then please take a closer look." The clerk seemed to ignore Phil's dissatisfaction and raised his tentacle to knock on the digital clock behind him.

Phil twitched the corner of his mouth and looked under the barcode of "Hell Snail Flavored Risotto with Thick Crucian Carp Sauce" in his hand. The expiration date on it was written at 22:30 tonight.

The number on the digital clock behind the clerk was jumping from 22:32 to 22:33.

"Isn't it just overdue for 3 minutes? Come on, man, it's not like I won't pay!"

"Are you hungry? Miss?"

"Of course...if you have the idea of ​​treating me to a normal meal, I can accept your rough approach."

The voice of another customer came from behind. When Phil looked back, an alien in a black windbreaker was raising a gun in his hand towards him.

Oh Shet!

Phil only had time to say a curse word in his mind before the gun in the man in black's hand rang out.

boom!

The deafening gunfire shocked Gracefield's mind, but the buzzing sound that still echoed in her ears told her that she was still alive.

The radiating blue blood was smeared on the white wall indiscriminately along with the clerk behind him whose head exploded in an instant. Even the yellow eyeballs that should have been in his eye sockets were blown out and were shot by a stick. Nerves hanging out of the eye sockets.

"This lunch is free now, miss."

The human girl in front of her seemed to be frightened and stood there blankly. The man in black was very satisfied with the impact he had caused and raised the corner of his mouth to make a joke at her.

But the gun he still hasn't put down in his hand indicates that this evil guy doesn't seem to want to let any of the witnesses go.

"I said...you used the special bullets produced by the Wecera factory just to rob a convenience store? All the products in this store plus the money in the cash register are not enough for you to splurge on the second shot, right?"

However, the words spoken by the human woman in front of him seemed to be beyond the expectations of the man in black.

"Oh? He looks like an unusual guy. How did you tell that?"

Perhaps out of curiosity, the man in black did not choose to fire a second shot immediately to end the life of the fragile human woman in front of him.

Phil knew that if he screamed like an ignorant idiot at this time, he would definitely not survive the second second of HL's random robbery. Without any weapons or ways to save his life, the only thing he could rely on now was the brain on his neck. .

She raised her hands to show that she was not a threat, then took a few steps back and leaned against the counter, then pointed at the dark muzzle of the gun in front of her and said slowly: "Okay, I admit that I have some guesses, but I don't think so. To kill the Zhang people with strong vitality in one blow, rely on the weapons sold in ordinary gun stores.

9mm and pt.45 won't do. "

"Of course, this is the first time I've seen someone rob a convenience store with such expensive bullets. People who can shoot and squander such rare and precious things without hesitation must be rich or noble. What's wrong, sir? Could it be that this is yours? Unique interests? If you guessed wrong, please pretend I didn’t tell you."

The man in black tilted his head, and the mask that covered his face made it difficult for Gracefield to see his expression clearly. He could only see a hint of a joking smile in his completely purple eyes that were definitely not human.

"Unfortunately, I guessed wrong. I never said I came to rob, and I can't afford the special bullets from the Wecera factory."

Before the man in black finished speaking, he turned the muzzle of the gun in his hand again and fired a shot, cutting off the clerk's arm as he secretly moved towards the alarm button.

That guy's vitality is really not that tenacious. He's not dead yet... He even managed to squeeze out a few uncontrollable screams from his throat.

Phil looked at the struggling clerk who fell to the ground in pain with a tense expression. He pursed his lips and was forced to look at the muzzle of the gun that was pointed at him again.

"That's right. Ordinary convenience stores can't afford to hire Zhang Ren as a clerk. After all, convenience store clerks in this city can be called consumables. After death, the boss will be happy not to have to pay him future wages. So am I involved in a deal with some strange organization? Or is it debt collection? A drug dispute? "

The man in black shook the muzzle of his gun and shrugged: "Miss, you are really not an ordinary person. This is the first time I have seen a human being with such courage and knowledge. If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't leave anyone alive in principle, I would really want to be with you. Let’s have a big date.”

Listening to such a frank declaration from the man in black, Phil knew that if he didn't do something, his short journey in HL with this identity would probably end.

So Phil smiled with disdain, slowly lowered his raised hands, and said word by word under the vigilant eyes of the man in black:

"I advise you not to shoot, otherwise both you and the organization behind you will regret it for the rest of your life."

"Oh? I'm curious again about how you have the confidence to say that."

"Have you heard of...Lebra?"

As if she was confident of winning, the girl put her hands into her skirt pockets and raised her head high.

Those blue eyes looked at the man in black in front of him with disdain, as if he were looking at a person who was already dead.

The cold feeling, as if he had killed countless lives with his own hands, pierced the air through the short distance and reached the mind of the man in black, causing him to take a slight step back.

He even had an almost absurd idea for a moment——

If the gun is not removed from her head, she will die in the next second...

It can only be yourself.

Chapter 160: Continuous Reversals

"Lebra?"

Surprised by the aura of the human girl in front of him, the man in black recalled it carefully in his memory, but he had no impression of this word at all.

But the guy in front of him is indeed different from any human being he has ever seen. He looks extremely young but possesses insights that are unmatched by ordinary people and an indifference towards death. If it were anyone else, I'm afraid he wouldn't be seeing that person. The next second the clerk's head exploded, the scream would shatter the roof of the house.

Is that some mysterious organization that I haven't heard of?

There is a turbulent undercurrent behind Helsalem Zlot. There are countless agents and spies from various countries and gangs from other worlds who have infiltrated in just a few hours. It is inevitable that there will be powerful organizations that I have never heard of. To take over the city.

The man in black put his finger on the trigger lightly, and then revealed a hint of hesitation.

The momentum in her eyes was really amazing...but that didn't rule out the possibility that this was a bluff or delaying time.

The moment he noticed that the man in black was hesitant to press the trigger, Phil knew that such a bluff was still quite effective. After all, the first rule in this city is - never judge a book by its appearance.

Phil, who had bought some time, did not sit still and waited, but moved behind the counter seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

Because in addition to alarm buttons, there are usually hidden compartments where weapons are hidden. In the convenience store robberies she had seen before, at least 30% of the robbers were killed by some clerks from a tenacious race. Use this method to counterattack.

Patrick once joked with himself that most of the people who came to him to buy self-defense weapons of mass destruction were young people who wanted to use it to gain confidence during gang fights, or when the store they were running was robbed, they wanted to get rid of themselves before the police arrived. Store managers whose losses are no longer expanding.

"Wise choice, sir, something terrible happens all the time in this messy city. I think your time is as valuable as your money, so why not save a bullet and just do that?" Everyone goes his own way? In other words, we forget thousands of things every day, why not make sure this is one of them?"

"I can still afford the time to pull the trigger and the money for an extra bullet. You are right, bad things happen in this city at any time, so for the sake of safety, one person and two people disappeared here. It doesn’t make any difference.”

The muzzle of the gun that had been slowly lowered in the man's hand was raised again.

"But I guess if Lebra is someone we can't afford to mess with

The organization shouldn't let its members argue with the store clerk over an expired product that only sells for 1 zel, right? "

Phil glanced at the expired bento on the counter and secretly screamed something bad.

The man in black in front of him pulled the trigger finger without hesitation. The moment he observed that the muscles of his fingers began to exert force, Phil immediately tilted the shelf at hand towards the muzzle of his gun.

boom!

Huge gunshots and firelight once again illuminated the dim street through the glass door of the convenience store, and the iron boxes of chewing gum shattered by bullets were scattered everywhere.

Phil, who successfully dodged the third shot with his petite body, was huddled behind the counter. He immediately reached out and took a photo of the red alarm button, and then pulled out the weapon in the drawer that was shattered by the bullet.

Staring at the huge silver-white streamlined gun that quickly unfolded in his hand, Phil even froze because he was so surprised.

This...individual particle accelerator cannon? !

Why the hell does this happen in a convenience store?

But now there was obviously no more time for her to be in a daze. Before the man in black threw the shelf on his face to the ground and fired the next shot at himself behind the counter, she had to use the thing in his hand first. Send him to the West!

brush!

Gracefield, who was hiding behind the counter, suddenly stood up under the surprised gaze of the man in black. A huge muzzle as thick as her two arms was condensing a blue light spot and pointed at herself.

The wonderful ionizing charging sound shrieked like a buzzing sound, and it hit her eardrums with the raised corners of her mouth...

"Surprise motherfxxker!"

"Damn it!"

Obviously, the man in black immediately recognized that the thing in Graysfield's hand was definitely not something that could promote social prosperity and development, human friendship, peace, mutual assistance and progress. He immediately pounced towards the door of the store like a cheetah, bumping into it. The broken glass tried to escape from the killing range of this thing.

What a joke! No matter how fast the bullets of the pistol in his hand are, they are only supersonic. The bullets that came out of the chamber were probably melted by the high-energy beam particles as if they were blown to death without killing her first, and they lifted themselves into the sky!

The increasingly high-pitched sound of ionized charging made the man in black's heart tremble. However, after he ran a long distance, he realized that there were no beams or gunshots coming from behind...

When the man in black not far away turned to look at him, Gracefield's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"Identity authentication failed, trigger locked."

A cold mechanical prompt came from the auxiliary system of the individual particle accelerator cannon in his hand. No matter how hard Phil pulled the trigger, the muzzle condensed with blue light showed no desire to shoot anything out.

"Farke!"

At this moment, the situation turned another 180 degrees. The particle accelerator cannon locked by the smart identity authentication insurance was no different from a stronger iron rod in his hand.

The store manager must have thought that if such a weapon was stolen and used to kill him, he would be as stupid as a villain in a B-movie, so he added an extra layer of trigger safety to the gun, but this For Phil, who was helping the store manager to kill the enemy at this time, it was undoubtedly a desperate Bad End script.

So...except for the store clerk who fell to the ground motionless next to Phil, there is no other person who can fire this weapon.

The two looked at each other through the shattered glass door from a distance away, and the awkward air seemed to freeze the famous scene into silence.

"It seems that the thing in your hand is not so obedient, young lady." The man in black pulled off his mask, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat flowing down his forehead, and laughed ferociously.

"Oh, maybe I just want to give you some time to escape."

"Then what I just heard about the identity authentication failure was an illusion?"