Is the Evil God Me?

How did the Beyonders fight?

After observing the [Lamp Holder], Lynn faintly had an estimate in his heart.

The specific combat methods may be different for different extraordinary occupations, but this process, such as collecting enemy information, formulating combat plans, team division, estimating unexpected situations, and delineating combat boundaries, is already very skilled. I don't know if this is a habit of the [Lamp Holder] branch, or if it is a textbook-style hunting process for Beyonders in this world. The model, Lynn feels, is already the prototype of a military combat process that goes through the former lighthouse.

The fate of that client...

Well, Lynn didn't think it would be wonderful. He swears by the device that looks like an exoskeleton on Yefne's body and the steam rifle that Mr. Bill took out of the wooden box.

The Beyonders who believe in [Melting Core] have far more control over mechanical creation than others, and there seems to be some kind of mysterious connection between the two.

In order to avoid getting involved in the battle, Lynn was so obedient that he obeyed the arrangement to be a whole street away from the battle site.

Compared with keeping a distance from death, the regret of not being able to witness how the Beyonders fight is completely negligible. If nothing else, Lynn doesn't think he has received any training at all. As a half Sequence 9, he can overcome both psychological and physical difficulties and participate in the fight without changing his face, and even perform exceptionally well.

Anyone who can achieve this level is the luck and will of the chosen person.

boom!

Lynn heard the thundering sound of a rifle, and the sudden thunderous sound made the fish in the water tank of the nearby fish stall jump up in unison, splashing a series of water pearls.

The performance of the people in the fish market is not much better than that of the fish. Some people are holding their heads and running away, some people are ignoring their heads, and some people are taking out self-defense weapons to be vigilant. For a while, Lin En had a panoramic view of all beings in the fish market. Compared to these people who were just shivering with fright, he was already calm.

After the gunshots sounded, several rhythmic explosions sounded one after another.

If it wasn't for the Bill's carbine, an African elephant would have been knocked down if it took so many shots, but it's very unlikely that Bill's marksmanship is sloppy, and the sound of the gunshot, like a musical instrument with a rhythm, explains everything. What's more, there is also the existence of Yefni, the leader of the team.

The nervous Lynn clenched his fists unknowingly. Now he and the [Lamp Holder] are bound by interests.

If something happened to Yefni and the others, I'm afraid that my previous series of efforts would be greatly discounted, or there would be twists and turns.

'You have to work hard! ’

His lips were dry, his fists were clenched, his breathing was low, his body was tense, and the young Lynn, who was eager to see through his eyes, was completely immersed in listening to the movement. The pounding sound of the heartbeat caused by the tension seemed to be transmitted to the eardrum, and the flow of time between heavy exhalation and inhalation All slowed down a bit.

In maybe a minute or so, Mr. Bill's rhythmic gunshots stopped abruptly.

it's over!

From the time when the near fish market indicated the client's area to this moment, Lynn could feel that the violently fluctuating traction line snapped off, and the blessing status given by Miss Atari seemed to end there. As for the specific situation of the client, Lynn's eyes were smeared.

successful?

Lin En, who was standing where he was and wanted to step forward, took it back abruptly. He was like a student who was anxiously waiting for the results of the exam, and he had no idea what to do after the exam. The strong memory also brought overly strong and clear emotions, and Lynn found that his fingertips were actually getting wet.

"Hey! Little gentleman, this is not the venue of the Harvest Festival. You are standing and waiting for the parade of floats, come here!"

Suddenly, Bill, who emerged from the chaotic crowd, shouted to Lynn who was not far away. His clothes were as neat as ever, without the slightest mess, except for a little bit of green mud on his boots. The appearance of Mr. Squint immediately relaxed the nervous and anxious Lynn's whole body.

He adjusted the round neck of the shirt tied at the lower neck, and his delicate face raised a relaxed smile. He walked briskly towards Bill. The faster he walked, the faster he seemed to finally remove the shackles that had been placed on him. Safety and freedom are restored.

……

……

Of course, calling Lynn over was not for a celebration feast, much less to play the Quint card.

Yefne was dealing with the scene, and Lynn was taken into the fish market management building by Bill without even having a chance to glance. The people inside looked at the first-class military steam rifle of the Kingdom that Bill was holding in his hand, as well as the [Suppression Bureau] badge displayed, and they were so wise that they didn't stop him in the slightest.

"You still remember the appearance of the [Abundance Tantra], right?" Bill confirmed to Lynn.

"It's hard to forget."

Lynn couldn't help laughing bitterly. How could he forget about that **** papyrus book, the toilet paper that was too hard to wipe his butt, and the deadly rubbish. To exaggerate, he remembered exactly how many potholes there were on the cover of the book.

"It seems that you also know how dangerous this thing is to people who understand it. What we have to do now is to find out this potential danger."

"As ordered, sir." Lynn probably understood that the client was beaten to death for violently resisting the law.

"This is the room, come, come in with me..."

Bill pushed open a small office on the corner of the second floor. The environment inside gave Lynn the first impression of chaos. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com The messy pages were scattered all over the floor, and the dirty wine bottles and a few Leftover empty cans were placed together, and coats were littered. However, the smell fell within an acceptable range, and Lynn felt sad for a while. After the baptism of garbage dumps and farm animal pens, has his environmental requirements exceeded the lower limit to this point?

Lynn's nose twitched twice, the delicate body of Mrs. Black Holy Grail trembled in her consciousness, and a strange color flashed from her blue eyes.

Here, there are very thin remnants of 【Spring】.

Compared with the "spring" that I understand and possess, this "spring" is mixed with something else. Lynn looked at Bill, who didn't notice the appearance, and thought for a while, but still didn't say anything.

The office is not big, but there are a lot of scattered pages. There were stacks of books in the drawers, on the table, and on the floor, and there wasn't much to hide. Both Lynn and Bill were looking for the [Treasure of Abundance], but most of the pages on the floor were bookkeeping and pulp fiction of the steward's work. After Lynn commented a little on the steward's taste, he focused on searching.

After a circle down, Bill patted the smudge on the glove and turned to look at Lynn.

"no?"

"No." Lynn shook his head, not to mention the [Abundance Tantra], he didn't see anything related to the [Mulan language] in the whole room, and the person's comments on the bookkeeping were all in Albion.

Did you arrest the wrong person?

Lynn had this idea for the first time, and at the same time, the image of ghosts and animals with many legs running under a book came to mind. Bill bit his lip, and they really hadn't thought about the situation where people caught it but the book wasn't found. He pulled the chair casually, and the slight difference in the feel made him look down on a distorted ring.