After the black sedan followed quietly, the two black jeeps that were originally parked on the side of the road also quickly followed, but neither Casilios nor Salomon paid attention. Because Eton College is located in Berkshire, Casilios needed to drive from London to the west. The M4 road has always been one of the main roads outside London. There are many vehicles coming and going along the way, and the three tracking cars are not at all prominent.

When Casillaos drove past the Heslow Airport, several cars that were tracking slowly suddenly accelerated and drove to the side of the vehicle in Salomon. At this time, Salomon had just tied his King's cloak to his body. This was the proof of his application for scholarship. As long as he had this cloak, he would be a good person in Eton. Those senior students who instructed lower-grade students to serve tea and water would not have eyes to provoke him.

OK, it may be the best person, (*/w＼*)

After all, the lower grade students who were ordered still need to do something that girls can do, and the atmosphere in British boys' schools is a bit gay. However, Salomon can at least ensure his own safety, which is the most important thing.

On Salomon's wrist is a gift from Beyonetta, just like a suit. Beyonetta believes that a mature man needs at least one watch. Salomon is not sure how valuable this watch with a black semi-matte alligator leather strap is, but it is definitely not cheap.

Another gift was given by Joan of Arc. Although she didn't know where she got the course arrangement of Salomon, when she saw the fencing class, she immediately prepared a gorgeously decorated sting sword for Salomon, that is, Western swords. For example, today's small swords have to grow a little - Salomon didn't know if this French woman had any mistakes. The fencing class is not the kind of course that would lose her life at any time five hundred years ago. All students were wearing protective gear, and the tip of the training sting sword was also a ball - but Joan of Arc still asked Salomon to bring it, because the sting sword has always been a symbol of status and weapon of the nobles. Beyonita also advised Salomon to accept the gift, after all, this was the first step in reconciliation between Joan of Arc and Salomon.

"You have a tuxedo and a sword, and now you're still a few girls." Casillaos took a cigarette in his mouth and took a deep breath. "It's a pity that you went to boys' school, otherwise this aristocratic style would definitely attract many girls."

"You know I'm not interested, Casilios." Salomon tidied up his sword bag boredly, "I'm not interested in it either a girl or a boy."

"Then tell me about those two witches." Casillaos said, "What? Modu told me that you were mingling with them all day long... those are two charming girls..."

Salomon rolled his eyes and said, "There is nothing special except that I am over five hundred years older than me..."

At this time, the car was driving towards the Queen's Reservoir. After passing through the reservoir, the old Windsor was ahead. Eton College was located at the northernmost end of Windsor Castle, which was also the destination of Salomon. Compared to when I first left London, there were a lot fewer vehicles here. Two black jeeps stepped on the accelerator and drove to the left and right sides of Casilios and Salomon. The black sedan in front was also blocked in front, and three cars surrounded them in the middle.

At this time, even a fool could tell something was wrong. Casillaos narrowed his eyes, let go of the steering wheel, took out the hanging ring from his suit pocket and put it on his hand. "Who do you think it is?" he asked, "I always think they are here to trouble you, Salomon."

"I think so too." Salomon's movements were exactly the same as Casillaos, and he also put the ring on the index and middle fingers of his left hand. At the same time, he quickly recalled what he had done recently that might cause suspicion, but after thinking about it, Salomon could not think of any clue that he had missed to let others track him down, except for one thing - "I guessed it." He said, "I met a S.H.E.L.D. agent."

"Are you serious?" Casillaos asked, "Do you think SHIELD will doubt you just by just one meeting?"

"It's hard to say." Salomon reached out to open the skylight. He opened the zipper of the sword bag and pulled out the stinging sword inside. "That's a level nine agent."

"How do you know? Wait, you have to solve this problem yourself?" Casillaos quickly pressed Salomon's shoulder, "But they must have guns."

"Oh, you're helping a lot. Just be responsible for the development of the mirror dimension." Salomon recited a spell, and a protective field wrapped him up. Then he stepped on the seat, holding a stinging sword in one hand, jumped out of the skylight. Salomon's back was straight and stood firmly on the roof of the car. The cloak swayed in the galloping wind, like a black wave, and the black tuxedo swayed like a flag. His slender fingers held the hilt, just like a young man who lived centuries ago and was confident in the coming duel. He seemed to be surrounded by stands, and there were many girls in palace costumes. He stood not on the roof, but on the garden covered with fallen leaves.

The secret mage stretched out his finger and loosened his tie a little, which made him feel uncomfortable. He was looking forward to the girls' handkerchiefs, which were the sign of victory.

"The target jumped out of the skylight and was standing on the roof of the car." The man in the black jeep was reporting through the walkie-talkie. The operation team looked at Salomon and smiled at them, opening his mouth and not knowing what he said. He quickly reported, "We were discovered!"

"Action!" The black jeep window suddenly shook, revealing several black muzzles. The black sedan in front also slowed down suddenly and tried to stop Casilios. Immediately afterwards, a pattern of shattered glass appeared in front of the road, but these people ignored it. Salomon smiled. He had long been impatient. Now Casilios has prepared the mirror dimension and can show his strength.

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"Put down your weapons!" The members of the Operation Team with a black mask shouted. Before they could find themselves entering an isolated space, they were still pointing at Salomon with assault rifles.

"Put down your weapon!" he shouted, "CIA! Stop and be inspected!"

The black sedan in front suddenly stopped. Casillaos stepped on the accelerator and hit him hard, making a loud bang, and the front of the car was sunk unexpectedly. Before the impact occurred, Salomon raised his foot and stepped onto the jeep on the right. The shaking caused by the vehicle did not make him lose balance. This is also the effect of magic. Now Salomon does not have to eat spiders when he performs spider art.

An operation team member fired a gun. He aimed at Salomon's legs. The bullet penetrated the air with a whistling and explosion, and flew accurately to Salomon's knees. However, the flight trajectory of the bullet was stopped by an invisible force field, but the force reflected the bullet back and hit the armor plate on the chest of the operation team member.

"The enemy has guns!" He fell to the seat, the pain in his ribs reminded him of the opponent's way of counterattack. He loudly reminded his teammates, "I didn't see how he shot!"

"Radio contact was interrupted!" the driver also shouted, "We lost all contact information! The enemy has a jamming device! We were betrayed!"

"F*ck!F*ck!" The action team members peeked out again, but did not see Salomon. Then, he saw an amazing scene. The originally straight road suddenly folded vertically, like folding a piece of slender paper. The black jeep on the right no longer drove on the same plane as the other three cars. Now their road has become inclined, and the distance from other vehicles is getting farther and farther away from other vehicles. But the driver is not in the mood to consider this because he must increase the accelerator to ensure that the vehicle does not overturn.

"The target disappears! Repeat! The target disappears!"

"What the hell is going on!" the leader shouted angrily. This action was extremely strange from the beginning. First, the opponent who was so fast that he couldn't see clearly, then the radio interference, and now it was a terrain problem - this kind of terrain does not exist on the M4 road at all!

"The answer is wrong." Salomon's voice came from the roof of the car. "You didn't say what I wanted to know."

"He is on the roof! Why didn't he be thrown off!" A member of the action team cursed and took out his pistol, poked out half of his body to shoot at the roof of the car - because the jeep was bulletproof, including the roof - but before he could see Salomon's figure, a narrow sword blade appeared in front of him, and the sharp sword tip was inserted into his eye socket accurately and quickly, and penetrated through the back of his head.

When Salomon pulled out the stinging sword, black and red blood gushed out like a fountain, and fell at Salomon's feet like a handkerchief thrown by the girls after the duel. With a muffled sound, the corpse fell out of the car without anger and was run over by a galloping jeep.

"Shoot!" Before the leader ordered the others to attack Salomon, the sword stained with green flames penetrated through the roof of the car in a sound, and cut off the leader's cervical spine accurately like a scalpel. The green flame jumped from the sword body to another action team member like a living object.

"shit!" The operator slapped the flames on his body in panic. The nylon-made body armor was not fire-proof. But Salomon's action did not stop. He continued to lift the stinging sword and stab it down. Not that no one tried to poke out the window and shoot at him, but as soon as the players of the operation were poked out, they would be tied up by lightning and pulled onto the roof of the car. Then Salomon used the stinging sword to cut his throat. The people who were in the car could only see the corpses rolling behind the car. Every scream and the sound of the corpse falling hit their hearts like a heavy hammer. They were the elite among the elites, and had dealt with many superpowers, but no superpower was as weird as their target today.

They were fearless, but today, fear still enveloped them, because they had no power to fight back, and were tremblingly waiting for their destiny like chickens to be slaughtered. Salomon's figure gradually coincided with the things they feared most in their lives. The nightmares of their childhood crawled out from under the bed, from the closet, from the storybook, they made sniffling laughter, and stretched out their cold claws from the accumulated black past memories again on their shoulders and faces. This was a reunion after many years of separation. This fear accompanied them growing up and now came to them again. Now the current operation team members would yell in panic whenever they saw a little corner of Salomon's clothes.

Now it is not about how to complete the task, but about how to survive. When they first received the task, they thought the target was an ordinary supernatural person, and they had high temperature abilities. Now it seems that all this information is wrong. Even if they escaped at the last minute, no one would blame them, because inaccurate intelligence actions would be to die.

Suddenly, the car returned to balance and the driver slowly let go of the accelerator. No one spoke. In addition to the leader who was still breathing and a few members of the operation team holding the pistols, the people with hot minds were all dead. The car slowly stopped, and no one dared to gasp loudly, for fear that a little movement would attract attack.
Chapter completed!