The sin of wearing a crown

Inside the Krupp factory.

Yevni, the brave female knight, was looking at the iron-tower-like team leader Aiwen and the people from the military who came to talk. It was clear that Aiwen, who had taken the right direction this time, was no longer speechless by the group of Qiu Badu. Even if he wanted to quarrel, he felt confident.

The impatient military personnel could only talk to Ivan patiently.

The involvement of interests is the most difficult to understand because you don't know where the other party's bottom line is, and you can't expose your own bottom line, so suspicion and temptation have become the norm.

You ask for a high price, but I will pay you back.

Although he would not express his position directly through fists, blushing is indispensable. And every time at this time, Yevni felt that these well-dressed big shots were essentially no different from the street people who quarreled over a piece of money.

Wrangling, wrangling, wrangling again.

Not fully understanding the arms market share and profit transmission channels, and not understanding some of the twists and turns, Aiwen and the other party argued for a long time without a clear result.

It is the military after all.

[Suppression Bureau] It is impossible to say that the force was too harsh. After seeing off the guests, the big-muscled bully who was not good at using his brains angrily returned to the factory, grabbed a hammer, and started beating him as if to vent his anger. Amidst the sharp metal collision, small iron ingots were knocked flat and pushed into the barrel as raw materials for parts of a large machine.

"These candy-skinned Qiu Ba, Ye Fenni, I really need your people, otherwise I won't understand some words at all. I can't believe what they want."

Alvin huffed when he heard the sound of boots behind him.

He feels a little embarrassed now. Both Clark and Linn have told him the answers to a set of test papers, but he just can't solve the questions correctly. This makes him, the leader of the second team, not embarrassed.

Hearing Ai Wen's angrily request, Yevni didn't know what to say and nodded in agreement.

"No problem, I've set the time on Clark's side."

"Thank you."

Aiwen breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. He was really jealous of Yevni now. He almost got lucky and touched Linn's good card with his eyes closed. This is fate. I can't envy you. My team is all made up of muscular men. If it were anyone else, I might have thought it was a team of Roman law enforcers.

Regarding the envy and jealousy on Ai Wen's face, Yevni said nothing, but the corners of her mouth raised were clearly proud.

As a competent captain, the greatest sense of accomplishment for Yefenni is the development of subordinates. It was partly a coincidence that Lin En was able to knock on her heart unintentionally. She now looks at Lin En just like she looks at the person she likes. Others can praise her, but they cannot scold her. Only she can reprimand the people she values ​​​​for scolding her. Besides, Lin En Nothing to worry about at all.

The two people left the Krupp factory happily.

The sun was setting in the west now.

Yefenni looked at the spectacular and beautiful scene of burning clouds, and was about to make a speech when suddenly a slight tremor came from the factory building behind her.

Immediately, a belated rumble resounded throughout the [Steam City].

"This is..." Eveni's face changed drastically in an instant, and she bit her lip.

"It's insurance. My people have no mission today." Ivan answered immediately.

The two lantern leaders looked at each other and thought of something for a moment.

The next moment, Yevni ran directly outside as if she was crazy. She ran so fast that Alvin, who tried to follow, could only watch her disappear.

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Fifteen seconds after the first grenade detonated.

Bill, who was rubbing his ears, yelled at the people around him.

"Take that little boy back. Take him back now. I will stop those madmen who are not afraid of death with the people in front!" He had to shout in his ear, whether it was the continuous gunshots or the explosion just now. It has damaged people's eardrums to an extremely serious extent.

"Sir, sir, let us protect you!"

The person next to him was obviously frightened and wanted to use this excuse to stay with Bill.

Just now, two desperate lunatics rushed in with explosives strapped to their bodies, blowing everyone up to ashes. If it weren't for Bill's accurate shooting, everyone might be buried in the ruins now.

Bang bang! !

The person who responded to the policeman was Bill, who was holding the idiot's collar with one hand. His smiling face was a bit ferocious, and Bill spoke word by word through his teeth.

"Take him and get out! Don't think it's safe to stay here. There are at least three Beyonders on the same level as me outside. If we wait a little longer, we will die together!"

Just when Bill was furious.

Suddenly there was a burst of gunfire like popping beans from another direction outside the house. This orderly gunfire made everyone overjoyed. Even the policeman who had been slapped twice showed a surprised smile.

"Hit, beat these bastards to death!"

Detective Douglas's police helmet was lost somewhere, and he managed to escape from the attack with someone else. For the first time, contrary to his kind nature, he spat at the rioters. If Bill dies here, let alone him, even a circle of people in Elba Field will be in serious trouble!

The resources consumed to cultivate an extraordinary person, as well as the value they create, are enough to make the big shots at the top thunder furious!

Faced with field-mounted rifles, even people who are so numb that they are not afraid of death and armed with various shabby cold weapons cannot withstand bullets. These were basically unorganized and did not know how to avoid them. The crowd with dull eyes was quickly dispersed. And those extraordinary people who were filled with the aura of [decay] and [spring] could only disappear among the crowd when they saw their success failed.

Meanwhile, 63 Königsallee.

It's a mess.

There seemed to be an attack here too. The majestic door was blown to pieces along with the wall, and the high-hanging police badge fell among the rubble in the residual sunlight. There are panic everywhere here. The policeman holding his colleague with a broken head and bleeding covered his wound and couldn't stop calling for help.

These policemen, who can intimidate poor people and are usually aloof, behave no differently from ordinary civilians when faced with death.

Death is the most severe and fair goddess.

In such a panic, there was a figure who seemed out of place. Chan Ning wiped the blood on his hands and walked out of the Elba Field headquarters unimpeded. His expression was between numbness and excitement, and he felt strangely satisfied with the act of silencing himself.

Qian Ning's pupils changed, as if they had crossed the barrier of space and landed on Lin En.

Soon, the sound of the second phlogiston grenade detonating echoed throughout the city.

And this inconspicuous short boy was lost in the crowd. From beginning to end, Qian Ning's body did not exude any extraordinary traces.