Is Tsumugi really as vulnerable as he looks?
the answer is negative.
Regardless of Zimu's performance in the battle just now, he is still the uncrowned king who controls most of Tariq's underground black market business and has close ties with Silver Jue. Zumu's men are not just a simple gang of big men. He has a small, fully armed army to serve him, and that is his main force. At the same time, Zimu is protected by Yinjue, and those patrols and escorts are more or less closely related to Zimu secretly.
But today, he was buried in the floor by Torea alone, humiliating himself in front of a lot of people. The main reason for this ending was that everything happened so suddenly that he suddenly became bald.
Just like the most perfect crime is to kill a complete stranger on the street with a knife without any purpose, the most successful raid is to rush in front of a complete stranger with whom he has no interaction whatsoever and punch him twice. And Torea's action was perfectly in line with this point. Until she was embedded in the center of the ring, Zimu didn't understand who this woman was, why she wanted to hit him, and what wrong she had done.
Who did I provoke, and I got a beating for no reason?
In fact, Tsumugi is not an idiot. If his gang of boys were picked off by Torea and then came back to complain, Zimu would never help these local products. Instead, he would ask those souvenirs to apologize to Torea in the name of rules. At the same time, he will take out two sums of money, one of which is to pay for the medical expenses of his little brother to appease people's hearts. The other thing is to make friends with Torea, at least not to let the conflict continue.
However, Torea drank. Just such a bottle of wine, a bottle of wine that came from the goodwill of the wine shop owner, indirectly gave Zimu a big job. That rugged northern man could never have imagined that his bottle of wine would change the underground black market.
"Gather all the people I can muster. This woman must die in front of me before dark!"
From the moment Torrea left this underground arena, Zimu placed her on the highest level wanted list. In the dark room, Zimu's teeth were chattering, his body covered with bandages, and anger filled every nerve in him.
What a shame! What a shame! What a shame!
The uncrowned king of the black market was so humiliated by a woman that he was unable to fight back. The anger at this time had completely gone to Zimu's mind. He directly used the grounded communicator to send a notice to the entire underground black market. Anyone who kills the woman with white hair and red eyes will receive a huge fortune.
Of course, Tsumugi didn't completely lose his mind. He also investigated the identity of this woman. After learning that this woman was not from any faction, Zimu also specifically asked the Silver Lord Guards if any strangers had appeared recently.
"Be careful. The brave man just killed four terrorists in the underground passage. He is very strong and has a background that makes even the king respect him. Don't mess with the wrong person."
Zumu frowned. He often didn't like to be disturbed when watching games, so he didn't know what happened just now. He held the communicator, pondered for a moment and then asked: "White hair, red eyes, followed by a short purple-haired man. Can you recall, is there such a person beside the brave?"
"Um…"
The Silver Guards thought for a moment, and then replied firmly: "No, there is a woman with long blue hair next to the hero. The feature you mentioned is very obvious, I will not fail to remember it."
"That's good."
After hanging up the phone with a sinister smile, Zimu tore open a magic circle tablet with a one-way connection engraved on it. Soon, an illusory voice appeared in his ear.
"What's up?"
"Help me catch someone."
Zimu stared fiercely at the surveillance camera in the dark room, looked at the white-haired girl who was advancing rapidly, and said sternly: "I will send the image to you right away. She is very strong. My men probably won't be able to hurt her. You still need to take action." .”
"cost."
"Twenty healthy pigs without any blood disease."
A look of physical pain flashed in his eyes, but thinking of being able to kill this female lunatic, Zimu laughed cruelly.
"not enough."
The voice on the other side was a little lazy, "The Pinkerton Office is not short of your blood and food. You know, I will suffer a loss if you rashly take action here."
"Ten thousand gold coins, plus the pigs mentioned earlier."
"make a deal."
The sound disappears.
After confirming that the other party had hung up the communication circle, the smile on Zimu's face grew thicker. He was very confident, confident that the group of people could catch this white-haired woman.
Because of their profession, they are Pinkerton detectives.
"Come on, is there anyone short of money?"
In a small but very exquisite house, a boy with curly brown hair threw the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray and said casually: "Ten thousand gold coins, twenty blood meals, Zimu's job."
"When did he become so generous?"
Covered in tendons, with a bald head and a square face, the body is like an iron tower and is filled with a sense of oppression. The man was holding a bottle of coffee and asked curiously: "What does he want us to do? Hunt demigod horror beasts?"
"Said he was arresting a woman."
The young man stretched out his hand and grabbed it out of thin air. A piece of paper with a portrait of a girl appeared in front of everyone, "No, it's her."
"Isn't it beautiful?"
A tall, thin but stooped man slowly walked out from the side. He looked at the portrait in the young man's hand and said with interest: "It doesn't look like those skinny dogs in the west. It seems that they came here from the outside."
"This skin must be from a big city."
The short woman, whose face was covered by a veil, suddenly took the portrait from the shadows, clicked her tongue twice and said, "It's so beautiful, what a pity."
"If you want to go, please sign up."
The boy was holding the paper and dangling in the air. He was called the Magician and he was the operator of this office.
"I'll go."
The strong man nicknamed "Iron Tower" touched his head and said honestly: "I have been training my legs recently, and I have consumed a lot of blood and food."
"Black Cat, what about you?"
The magician looked at the little woman on the side and asked casually: "Aren't you going to buy a new steam beauty device recently? It will cost a lot of money."
"I'll forget it. I can't bear to part with such a beautiful girl."
Just like her nickname, Black Cat lazily curled up on the sofa, waved her hand, and said lazily: "You might as well ask the detective, he is short of money recently."
"Count me in."
Hearing this, the lanky detective raised his hand and said in a gentle voice: "I've been short of money lately."
"OK."
The magician nodded, threw the portrait to the detective, and then said to everyone: "Iron Tower and the detective are out on the field, three thousand gold coins and ten blood meals for each person. I am responsible for logistics and investigation, two thousand gold coins. The remaining two thousand gold coins It’s still the same as before, just keep it in the office and take away the useful ones temporarily. Is there any problem?”
"No."
Iron Tower replied angrily. The detective on the side nodded, opened the door with a charming smile, and disappeared into the darkness.
"By the way, aren't the missions of Angel and Musketeers over yet?"
At this time, the black cat on the sofa beside him suddenly sat upright and asked curiously: "It's strange that they haven't come back yet."
"I do not know."
The magician was swaying in his chair, flipping a card in his hand. He looked at the black market not far away and said with emotion: "Their mission is not simple. It is not an easy job to snatch an infected demigod from Tarik."
"Too."
The black cat glanced lazily at the magician, lying motionless on the sofa.
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"Sister Torea, are you okay?"
Squatting in the alley, Azi patted the pale Tolea's back worriedly, and asked worriedly: "Are you feeling uncomfortable now? Do you want to vomit?"
"fine…"
Torea waved her hand, hugging her knees as she looked a little more delicate than usual, and said with some discomfort: "My body's digestion ability is very good. Except for being a little allergic to alcohol, there are no problems..."
"I contacted Sister Don Quixote, she is on her way this way."
After hearing Ah Zi's answer, Torea nodded and said softly: "I'm sorry, Ah Zi, for causing trouble to you."
"It's okay, you're standing up for me too."
Lin Zi smiled, and she stretched out her hand to help Torea up.
Buzz~
In an instant, Torea passed by Lin Zi like a sharp sword. With a bang, a long silver thorn fell to the ground. Torrea held a spear and stared at the two people who were gradually walking out of the shadows.
No inquiries, no meaningless exchanges. In an instant, lightning burst out from the spear in Torea's hand. She turned around, rolled around in the narrow alley, and appeared above the two of them in an instant.
Class Change - Elemental Warrior
"interesting."
The corners of the lanky detective's mouth were slightly raised. He looked at the approaching spear above his head, and his eyes were suddenly covered in black. There were no pupils, leaving only the dark eyes.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Drums beat and booming explosions come from the alleys. Accompanied by bursts of fire, the tower's arms continued to explode, recover, and explode again under the astonished gazes of Azi and Torea.
What kind of gameplay is this? Self-exploding truck?
The tip of the spear released the knight's barrier, and Torea struggled to withstand the tower's constant physical bombardment, her eyes filled with astonishment.
"Switch professions at will, be proficient in various abilities, and have full combat experience. You are very strong. If you hadn't been drinking, we might not have been able to catch you."
The detective, whose eyes were only black, had a joking smile. In his eyes, Torea had become a piece of meat on a chopping board. As the second-to-last detective in the Pinkerton Detective Agency, his auxiliary abilities are terrifying.
His ability is analysis.
Analyze everything, analyze everything in this world.
"Attack the purple-haired girl to distract her."
Following the detective's simple yet fatal command, Tieta pulled down his entire right arm, and his arm flashing with starlight directly hit Ah Zi who was not far away. At the moment when the broken arm was about to fall in front of Ah Zi, Torea twisted her waist and pulled out a spear. Silver Moon rolled the broken arm in and threw it towards the detective not far away.
"Ah."
A ferocious smile appeared on Tieta's honest face. He stretched out his long right hand to catch the remaining arm. With a slight exertion, the blood and flesh dissolved into his body. He stretched out his hand and hit the ground hard, and a series of explosions began to spread towards Tolea and Azi behind her.
Corpse explosion!
This attack is very tricky, and the angle is just right to hit Lin Zi behind Torea, and at the same time, it will attack Torea's side. With the help of the detective, the attack from the Iron Tower almost blocked all of Torea's escape routes and possibilities.
I won't die.
With this word flashing through her mind, Torea's eyes darkened slightly, and the spear in her hand shone faintly. Unlike the hero's immortality, Torea's immortality is due to the special nature of her constitution, which also means that her immortality comes at a certain price.
Losing an emotion.
Feeling the rapid breathing of the petite being behind her, Torea opened her eyes, and complex lines appeared in her pupils. Just when she was about to take the blow with her life, a reassuring force suddenly floated in her chest.
"The Eternal City!"
A familiar voice sounded from behind her, and a girl in knight armor appeared in front of Torea from the air holding a giant shield. The light array on the tower shield, like a red flame ring, spread throughout the alley. In this way, the demigod-level explosion was blocked by the giant shield without causing any ripples.
"Drinking?"
Don Quixote's fiery red short hair is like a blooming rose, and his heroic and elegant face has a slight smile. She looked at Torea behind her and said calmly: "We are partners after all. Trust me more."
"She has no long-range ability. The tower consumes her."
Eyes flashing through the haze, the detective retreated slightly and calmly analyzed: "The three major families of Magnum, the Guardian Shield focuses on defense and lacks offense. But her steps are obviously leaning forward. As the times change, their battles The magic should have been upgraded. But it’s useless, the Guardian Knight is always a guardian, her long-range ability is very weak, and she can bomb with all her strength.”
"good."
Tieta has great trust in his partner's analysis. He nodded, flicked his arms, and the bombardment broke out.
Facing the flying debris of the explosion, the knight's power was poured into the tower shield. Don Quixote turned around and shouted angrily, and a dazzling and bright light burst out from the shield. The sudden light caused the tower to lose sight, but with the help of a detective on the side, he quickly regained his sight.
Then he saw a classic Magnum .90 caliber minigun.
I
Grass
Before the country's curse comes, the bullet goes first.
A terrifying roar like a metal storm rang out from the minigun in Don Quixote's hand. The iron tower was caught off guard and subconsciously protected the detective on the side. A layer of crystal covered him to block the bullet attack. But the rate of fire of the bullet was very terrifying. Even if he was saved from being penetrated, he would still be defeated step by step under the terrifying impact.
"waist!"
The detective suddenly shouted, Tieta was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously protected his waist.
"I mean her waist!"
The detective's shout was obviously a little late. At this time, Torreya had already taken off the magic electromagnetic grenade from Don Quixote's waist, and with precise parabola, three grenades exuding magic energy rolled to the soles of their feet.
send.
