Chapter 221 Soft and dull hair

Author: Year of the Dancing Spoon

Chapter 221 Soft and dull hair

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 [Qing Nang 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 United States 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 acquiescence.

When McCorkle approached the young knight in light armor, the other party suddenly showed an expression of disgust, but still threw the sword behind her and stood a little further away, staring at them.

Graal Hindson released the ghost shadow attached to his body. Apart from the penetrating wounds that looked like charcoal, his condition looked 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 have not been authorized to deal with incidents related to you, and..." When McCork Benton discovered that there were injection marks on his neck that were difficult to remove, he suddenly showed a disdainful smile that could not be concealed, "The illegal drugs you injected

."

"What 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..." Graal Hindson saw the dark object that the other party took out while he was talking, and immediately shouted in horror: "Damn it, what are you going to do to me!"

It was a firearm with an extremely special handle and was so pure black that it absorbed light so much that it was 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 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 why I am here!"

"Yes, so..." McCuller Benton clapped the dark gun in his hand, and it was so cold that Graal's teeth trembled in fear.

"Then, then... damn it," Graal Hindson stared at Yin Hang incomprehensibly, "Then why don't you kill that damn guy?"

"He's just a little bit of a ghost. You and I can kill him quickly!"

"Because those two ladies are French," McCorkle held out his hand in a victory sign, but his fingers were bent, "and I only have one bullet."

"Oh, yes, if I say more, that knight's 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 pointed 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 astonishment: "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 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.

The 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 spot 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 jungle, fell down as if he had been hit hard.

But soon, he suddenly got up again and rushed towards the dense forest at an even faster speed.

"We threw the Thor's Spear when we entered this realm -" stepped forward, the petite blond girl slowly pulled out the knight's sword behind her with one hand, "and you actually let him escape

Lost it?"

"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," McCornell 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!"

Amidst the stern voice of the blond girl, an extremely dazzling light cut down from the sky, and after the roar, the blade of light 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, on the other hand, was a little confused. 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 Advocate of your province. This is the secret place chosen by God to handle special events."

"I happened to meet these two French...Gaul ladies. Because they have the same purpose, we are going together here."

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 received the certificate, he fell into an awkward silence.

How could I possibly understand this thing?

When it comes to saying that I am still a teacher of Dogen class, it is not a question of whether I believe it or not, but a question of shame!

But Yin Hang still looked at it carefully 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.
To be continued...