French Republic?
Gaul?
As Qin Shimao said at the beginning, is Japan similar to Japan?
Yin Hang took a few steps back, keeping some distance from them.
Under the current circumstances, it is difficult for him to trust these so-called foreigners.
And the timing of its appearance was so perfect.
Of course, Yin Hang didn't want to take the initiative to cause any conflict.
"I'm actually fine."
But Yin Hang looked at Luo Er who still looked worried, so he could only add in simple Chinese.
"I am fine."
During his battle, the inheritance of the "Green Bag Book" was able to heal him in just a breath, but the high degree of concentration still made him a little tired overall.
As for Luo'er's incomprehensible prayer just now, and the holy light shining on him, Yin Hang didn't feel anything special.
Is this her awakened ability, or is it a special power system in Europe?
"Can you leave that guy to me?" Standing next to Yin Hang, a man named McCuller Benton, who claimed to be from the American Federation or something... ASM, bent down in a standard gentleman's manner and asked Luo'er. road.
"Beautiful lady?"
Luo'er didn't say anything, but just tilted his head slightly, which was regarded as tacit approval.
When McCorkle approached the girl knight in light armor, the other party suddenly showed an expression of disgust, but still threw the long sword behind her and stood a little distance away, staring at them.
Graal Hindson lifted the ghost attached to his body. Apart from the penetrating wounds that looked like charcoal, his condition seemed much better than that of Yin Hang, who was covered in blood.
But the mental state of the two is somewhat difficult to describe.
"What the hell," Graal gasped, "Why are you ASM people here?"
AS put away his elegance when treating ladies, and his blue eyes were as deep as the deep sea.
"I was not authorized to deal with the incident related to you, and..." McCuller Benton suddenly showed a disdainful smile when he discovered that there were injection marks on his neck that were difficult to remove, "The illegal drugs you injected ."
"It's a pity. If I were in the ASM back office department, the indicators for the next three months would be enough."
"Really, that's such a pity..." When Graal Hindson saw the dark object that the other party took out while he was talking, he immediately shouted in horror: "Damn it, what are you going to do to me!"
It was a firearm with an extremely special handle, a pure black color, and its intensity of light absorption made it impossible to see the specific details on the firearm.
And it represents the continuation of a certain hero who cannot face his will, and it also represents the death declaration of Graal Hindson by the US Federal Special Agent Service ASM.
"You may not be sure what your current actions mean in the eyes of this highly sensitive country." McCulloch Benton sighed sadly: "The impact is very bad..."
"Wait a minute, this is a grudge between our heroes, it has nothing to do with your damn ASM!" Graal Hindson desperately searched for a reason.
"Yes, I'm trying my best to keep it out of my business. After all, I've booked a hotel in the Maldives, and I don't want to stay in this damn place and continue to work overtime."
"I am a hero in this secret realm who is about to advance to the Pathfinder!" Gral Hindson glared at the opponent fiercely and said: "And you definitely understand the reason why I am here!"
"Yes, so..." McCuller Benton patted the dark gun in his hand, and it was so cold that Graal's teeth trembled in fear.
"Then, that...damn it," Graal Hindson stared at Yin Hang incomprehensibly, "Then why don't you kill that damn guy?"
"He's just slightly ghostly. You and I can kill him in no time!"
"Because those two ladies are French," McCorkle held out his hand in a victory sign, but the fingers were bent, "and I only have one bullet."
"Oh, yes, if I say more, that knight's long sword is going to hit me." McCorkle shrugged helplessly, pointing the black gun in his hand at the opponent's frightened forehead, with a look on his face. With a sad look on his face, he said, "So, may God bless you."
"Wait!" Graal Hindson crawled back desperately, his whole body trembling with fear, "Damn, damn!"
The pitch-black gun did not follow his aim, but was still pointing at that position.
McCuller Benton gradually slid to the trigger position, and when he was about to pull the trigger, Graal Hindson suddenly shouted with eyes wide open: "I agree!!!"
“Damn I agree!!!”
"I agree voluntarily!!!"
Graal Hindson gasped for breath, "You ASM guys talk so much and are so slow to pull the trigger. Do you really think I can't understand!"
"Yes, I volunteered to participate in that damn experiment that was restarted!"
“And I pretty much tick all the boxes!”
Graal Hindson's teeth were trembling, and his constricted pupils were staring at the opponent's finger that was holding the trigger. Then he turned around suddenly and concentrated all the remaining medicinal effects and elements on his body as a super magnetic field. Legs.
After exerting force suddenly, Grall's figure fled into the distance like a swift cheetah.
But the cheetah's speed of 120 kilometers per hour was indeed a bit slow in the eyes of him and the knight girl.
An existence that is infinitely close to the pioneers... was actually injured to this extent?
McCuller Benton's pitch-black gun was still pointed at the location where the opponent had roared just now, but after the muzzle was slightly offset, he pulled the trigger on the empty snow.
Bang——
After the gunfire, Gral Hindson, who was about to escape into the snowy forest, fell down as if he had been hit hard.
But soon, he suddenly got up again and rushed towards the dense forest at a faster speed.
"We threw the Thor's Spear when we entered this realm -" stepping forward, the petite blond girl slowly pulled out the knight's sword behind her with one hand, "and you actually let him escape. Lost?"
"His strength far exceeds ours and is infinitely close to the power of the Trail Blazers——"
"It's equivalent to your French guardian knight."
"So I don't think we can really get rid of him easily."
"I could kill him," the blonde girl's voice was cold. "When you were stalling for time, I should have killed you, but you actually let you defraud my king's trust."
"Obviously this was a misunderstanding, I'm just a roadie," McCork Benton said very apologetically: "Unfortunately, he has escaped now."
"My king did not allow him to leave the palace." As the blond girl drew out her long sword and held it in front of her, the light originally wrapped around it became stronger and stronger, even extending straight into the mist-shrouded sky.
"In the name of my king - the oath of victory!"
In the stern voice of the blonde girl, an extremely dazzling light cut from the sky, and after the roar, the light blade seemed to tear the entire world apart.
When the light finally dissipated, the entire forest was as silent as the Great Rift Valley in East Africa.
The petite blond girl was breathing heavily on the spot, and the knight's sword in her hand was mottled and almost broken.
After she calmed down a little, she put the long sword back into her scabbard, and then smoothed the dull hair on the top of her head.
"Every time you imitate her using abilities and shouting lines..." McCuller Benton tried to please with a kind smile: "I feel very cute."
"But your gentlemanly drama makes me sick." The blond girl looked extremely disgusted, and then returned to the somewhat heartbroken girl.
Yin Hang was a little stunned. After all, the violent slash just now was... a bit shocking and familiar.
And after seeing clearly the petite blond girl with some dull hair on her head, the sense of déjà vu became even stronger.
McCuller Benton also walked back, and then leaned towards Yin Hang again and said: "The U.S. Federal Secret Service apologizes to you again."
American Federation?
That's America, right?
Although saying this is very one-sided and biased...but I always feel that he is synonymous with villain.
And then McCorkle Benton actually took out an ID and handed it to Yin Hanglai.
"This is the special charter of the Huaibei Special Academy of your province. Special events are handled in this secret realm..."
"I happened to meet these two French...Gaul ladies. Because they have the same purpose, I hereby come together."
McCuller Benton's Chinese is ridiculously good. Not only does he have a perfect grasp of the cadences, but his language is also quite refined.
After Yin Hang took the certificate, he fell into an awkward silence.
How could I possibly understand this thing?
When it comes to saying that he is still a teacher of the Dogen class, it is not a question of whether he believes it or not, but a question of whether he is embarrassed or not!
But Yin Hang still looked at it seriously and carefully twice, and at the same time looked at the other party seriously, and finally handed it back to McCuller Benton.
Yin Hang was not sure whether the certificate was authentic, but since the other party would hand it over on his own initiative, the probability of it being genuine was higher.
Of course, it may also be because you didn't follow the rules and procedures and deliberately tested yourself.
What can I do? I...can't understand it!
So what if it's fake? The worst result is to fight. Is it any different from questioning the other person now?
Just wait until Wei Lan comes back to confirm.
But when Yin Hang silently handed it back, Luo'er also saw it. When she wanted to confirm with the knight girl, she found that she looked at McCork Benton with even more bored eyes.
The blond girl found it hard to accept that this disgusting guy who regarded gentlemanly behavior as a show and game was actually a field agent of the American Special Agent Service ASM?
Oh, the United States is indeed going to end.
McCuller Benton was also slightly surprised when he picked it up.
I... is actually real?
Ah no... The ID of McCork Benton is of course genuine, otherwise he wouldn't take the trouble to use his full name when introducing himself.
But he was so numb that he almost forgot that he was real.
The group of practitioners in the camp didn't recognize his ID at all, and they were highly sensitive and would rather believe that he had it than that he didn't.
Although it does happen slightly...but it obviously hasn't happened yet, right?
How can we say that something that didn't happen happened?
It turned out that they were treated well, but in the end they were all placed under house arrest.
And in order for things to happen and performance indicators to be achieved, McCuller Benton definitely cannot be locked up in a hut and help kill fish every day.
Because there are damn indicators for killing fish!
Later, McCork fortunately relied on his own charm to escape from the camp, which made him feel more friendly to the beasts outside the camp... except for the fish.
However, the young man in front of him actually recognized his ID...
Moreover, Graal Hindson has a power that is infinitely close to that of the pioneers, and he is also the holder of the second element. Coupled with the illegal drugs provided by the magicians, his strength is not far behind that of the A-level guardians of the cultivator camp. Jean is undoubtedly the strongest being in this God-chosen place.
But even Graal Hindson couldn't kill this guy when he was stalling for time...
But in the end, Luo'er, who had been unable to find his position, used the Thor's Spear, which was not a bad thing overall.
But this guy is covered in blood, but he can still breathe, right?
His status is not low, and he has enough strength... let alone the Special Academy sending someone personally, right?
McCuller Benton immediately bowed and said in an extremely humble tone: "I take the liberty of saying that, if you can..."
"I hope you can pretend this never happened."
"I will provide you with adequate compensation in my own name that is absolutely satisfactory to you."
"The standard of compensation is based on the U.S. stationed in..." McCorkle paused for a moment, coughed a few times and then apologized: "If you have the intention to come to the United States for development in the future, we will serve as heroes and defenders." A free country will wholeheartedly welcome you."
McCuller Benton felt a little regret when he said this. He should not have let Gral Hindson go so easily just now.
Staying is one's own, but letting go is for others.
In this extremely sensitive period, in this extremely sensitive situation, coupled with the Special Council that can represent the new government, even if I only make a small difference...
"I'll think about it later," Yin Hang frowned, but they had no intention of leaving at all, "Do you have anything else to do?"
McCuller Benton was fine, just plain weird, but Luoer had been observing him with an unusual look, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"The one who escaped just now seems to be very good at mental attacks." Luo Er had difficulty concealing his doubts, "I still..."
"I'm fine," Yin Hang emphasized for the second time: "VERY GOOD!"
"Well, what I want to say is that I am very good at spiritual comfort..." Luo'er looked worried at his anxious look, "I just need more time."
"And the blood on your body..."
But Yin Hang couldn't care about this. What he was most worried about now was the situation in the cave, not himself.
What should I do if the guys who were knocked unconscious by me wake up?
The ones left in the cave are girls who have no fighting ability.
But he felt that it was bad enough to lure these somewhat incomprehensible guys back, especially this 'What Benton'.
But the importance of the two made Yin Hang immediately start rushing back after determining the specific location of the cave.
(End of chapter)
