Edel held Poposa and stood against the wall outside the bar door with the senior specialist called "instructor". There was no sound in the bar, as if there had never been anyone inside, so quiet.

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Edel exchanged glances with the instructor, and the two stood up at the same time, kicked open the door of the bar, and entered the bar with weapons one after another.

But the scene in front of them exceeded their imagination. The air was filled with a strong smell of wine, and broken wine bottles were scattered on the ground, and the wine was sprinkled everywhere. The target seemed to disappear out of thin air.

The drunkard in the corner disappeared.

It seemed like a battle broke out in the center of the tavern, all the tables and chairs were broken, and the broken wood chips were placed in a weird pattern on the floor. In the center of the pattern was the girl in a white dress, and her white dress was already

A large area stained red by blood, like a white dove with only broken wings.

The whole scene seems to be the scene of some kind of evil ritual, and the girl is the sacrifice offered.

There is no sound in such a big change?! Even Norma, who monitors the inside of the bar through the camera, did not remind him! If the former can be achieved by relying on the effect of a certain spiritual spirit, what about the latter?

A fine cold sweat broke out on Edel's forehead, and he whispered to the headset, "Norma? Norma?"

No response.

Norma never makes mistakes, nor does it ignore the call of the commissioners. Then there is only one possibility, Norma's signal is blocked.

But this is Chicago, which is in the United States. Who can block Norma in this North American continent?!

"Train." The instructor whispered, "The organization in the Yancheng Merchant Case!"

There was a rustling sound from the tavern, followed by a faint smell. Edel finally understood why he had to break so many bottles, to cover up the stench of Deadpool.

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The fishy smell became stronger and stronger. A deadpool gradually swam out from behind the bar. Its lower body was a thick torso like a snake tail. This was a spliced ​​snake-shaped deadpool.

Then there is the second and third... How did they hide so many Deadpools in the bar that was still crowded dozens of minutes ago? Or did these Deadpools just ambushed in?

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Edel was shocked and angry. Such a trap could already be regarded as a provocation to the secret party, but the secret party itself is the largest thug organization in a mixed-race society. Even the mixed-race species wandering on the dark side will avoid it.

Not enough, fearing that it will cause anger - then, who has set a trap against the academy and dared to provoke the secret party?!

"The plan changes, save your life first." Edel pulled the trigger, and Bobosha poured out a large number of alchemy bullets, submerging the bar with the snake-shaped deadpool.

The instructor threw out two special mercury tear gas bombs, put on the gas mask and handed it to Edel.

The smoke tumbles with mercury drops mixed with it, which is quite dangerous to Deadpool and can affect their sense of smell while reducing visibility. The bad news is that their vision is also obscured.

"Look at if that girl is still alive!" Edel played a whole drum in vain, and the snake-shaped deadpool was already breathing. He wore a gas mask and his voice was a little dull, "The clue can't be broken just like this!

The sheriff who led the team to blockade on the street outside is ours. If something goes wrong with Norma, he should come to support him!"

The instructor rushed to the girl. For some reason, the smell of wine in the air became even stronger... But the instructor was not free to care about so much. He bent down and put his finger on the girl's carotid artery.

"Although still alive! No, this wound is a penetrating injury..."

"What's wrong?" Edel was on guard with a gun. He shot blindly from time to time through the fog, intimidating the Deadpools so that they could not rush up easily.

"... the wound has been treated." The instructor swallowed, "It was as if he was deliberately leaving this woman with serious injuries to us..."

"It means we are missing clues in this regard and we must take her away?"

"It looks like this. So I have to stuff us a... burden."

Papa... After the thick fog, there was actually a sound of applause. A man appeared from behind the thick fog like a ghost, "Wonderful reasoning!"

This was the drunkard in the corner of the tavern at that time! Edel made a quick decision and snatched it and shot it, but the alchemy bullets were bounced away two steps ahead of the man, as if they were hitting a wall.

Word Spirit·Wu Chen Land. Edel finally understood why he didn't hear any sound outside the bar just now, because the other party expanded his domain. As Word Spirit, which is a king of the sky and the wind, the dust Wu Chen Land can

To achieve sound insulation function.

"I just dealt with the traitors of the organization and made the college's specialists laugh." The man bowed slightly, his tone full of apology.

The instructor was on guard with a gun to prevent Deadpool from suddenly attacking, but for some reason, it seemed that Deadpools stopped moving after the man appeared, and even the rustling sounds disappeared.

"The academy doesn't mind helping you clean up the portal." Edel raised his eyebrows. What the man said did not match the information he received, but he cleverly covered up his lack of intelligence. "It seems that you only deal with it."

The girl fell out, what about that boy? Do you need our help?"

"That's so great. I'm worried about what to do." The man turned around, dragged something from behind, and threw it on the ground like a dead dog.

That is the target that the Executive Office requires to kill this time, a high-risk mixed-race species with blood-purified drugs.

It seems that the boy has taken that medicine. He has gone beyond recognition. He has fine black scales on his exposed skin and hard bone spurs on his joints.

However, even after drinking that potion, he was still no match for this man.

"Your organization is really efficient." Edel smiled, and he glanced at the boy calmly, trying to confirm the wound on his body, and infer what weapon the man was carrying.

Edel's smile quickly solidified because the boy's black scales were covered with mottled cut marks, which were deep enough to see the bones, and the size was even more shocking.

If this is caused by a sword, the opponent's sword technique is too fast and good. And there is also a good knife, because the defense of those scales cannot be underestimated, and it can actually be cut out of such a deep wound.

Alchemy sword?

Edel looked at the other party carefully and tried his best to cover up his suspicion, "Is this what you did? You have a good knife."

"You talk about these wounds?" The man smiled shyly, "That's my spiritual effect."

"Yan Ling?" the instructor frowned, "Your Yan Ling should be a dust-free land, right?"

"Yes. You can see it immediately." The man nodded.

The instructor was moved. He knew that this spirit of the word, the releaser could form a huge force field with himself as the center. The surface of the force field was filled with high-speed air flowing, forming something similar to the "enchantment" to defend against it, and just blocked the bullet.

This is the effect.

Although dustless land is generally defined as a defensive spirit, no one has developed the aggression of this spirit. It is said that a releaser used his own domain to forcibly crush his opponent and cut it into pieces.

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I didn't expect that someone would go this way.

And it seems that this man has a very good grasp of the dustless land, and he can take into account both attack and defense.

The instructor asked himself that even if he held a sword in his hand, it would be difficult to leave that level of wound on his body after strengthening. But this was not the most terrifying thing. What made him more uneasy than his mastery of the Spirit was the man.

status.

The other party acted too humble and reasonable, and looked quite sincere, not like it was performed. But what he did was a complete evil deed, which made people shudder.

"I'm sorry for meeting for the first time, but I didn't entertain both of you well." The man apologized sincerely.

"It's not necessary to entertain, I'm not very interested in your organization's Deadpool." Edel shrugged, "Since you don't need help cleaning up the portal, let's go first."

"That's right, but I still have a favor and need two people to help you." The man took out a tube of dark purple reagent from his pocket, and the churning precipitate substance in it looked like a star.

He squatted down and crushed the glass tube with his hands. The fragments were embedded in the penis and stabbed his fingers, but he did not show any pain.

The man pointed the test tube at the boy's mouth on the ground, poured a thread out of his hand, and the dark purple liquid mixed with red blood slowly flowed down.

The target had not yet died. As this purple medicine poured into his mouth, his body began to tremble greatly, and at the same time he let out a painful roar from his throat. Edel never thought that the slender body could actually emit it.

This sound is like a monster venting resentment towards the whole world or a boy's curse of all injustice.

The wound on the target's body is being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye. He is growing new scales, with a texture like black jade.

Even a fool can see that the potion is comprehensively strengthening all aspects of him. However, because of the man's words, Edel can only watch and cannot stop him.

"The other deadpools haven't moved for a long time," Edel whispered. "I guess the side effects of this potion must be very big, at least it has an effect that does not distinguish between me and me. Therefore, in order to avoid unnecessary losses, he removed it first.

Other Deadpools.”

"Yes." The instructor nodded slightly, his voice also very light. "Although it is hard to imagine the skills to control Deadpool, I can only explain this."

Deadpool's offensive instinct is absolute. Even if they obey commands, they will not have the discipline of the army. No matter how bad they are, they can hear roars and rushing sounds. But since the two tear gas bombs, the bar has been silent as if it were dead.

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"I will try to suppress the fire again later. Before the goal has been completely strengthened, you bring that girl and we will break out."

"If the other party dares to leave this clue to us, it means that this clue is not very valuable." The instructor shook his head, "Taking her with him will only delay our breakthrough."

"Okay, two, don't argue." The man suddenly spoke out. Before Edel was surprised by his amazing hearing, he had already clapped his hands and stood up.

The man's fingers were cut by glass fragments, and every time he clapped his hands, he felt blood flowing, but he didn't seem to feel anything. "I suggest everyone stay here together and collaborate on a show, and the name is..."

He took out a match, lit it, threw it on the ground. Then he bowed deeply.

"Romeo and Juliet in the Fire."

The instructor finally understood where the strong smell of wine came from. The smell of wine came from the wood that broke the tables and chairs, and the wine was sprinkled with wet.

The smell of wine can certainly cover up the smell of Deadpool, but that is only one of the functions. The real function is to sprinkle the wine on the wood.
Chapter completed!