The Strongest Deduction of the Comprehensive Comics

The one who made the sound was standing next to the woman, a tall and powerful young man with explosive muscles clinging to his clothes, outlining traces of him.

He was dressed in the same way as the blonde woman, and his head was deliberately lowered to hide his face, as if he was worried that he would be recognized by outsiders.

But judging from the jerky movements, he doesn't seem to be good at concealing his tracks.

"Carters, since you're not good at it, why don't you show it openly. You look like you are saying to others, 'I have a problem, come and catch me'."

The blond woman raised her head slightly, speaking playful words in a very flat tone.

"With your words, I am relieved, but Your Highness, please call me Charles, I like to be called by this surname."

The burly man raised his head, revealing his resolute face with Chinese characters and the brown hair hidden in the hood, giving people the impression of a ferocious lion, full of terrifying power.

"I see, Charles. I have always had a bad sense of time. How long have Martel and Clayton been in."

The blond woman known as the saint turned her head, looked through the exit of the alley, and saw the shops on the other side of the street.

It was a house with a 6-meter-wide gate, and a signboard with the word "Budgens" hung on the second floor.

The English signboard means 'cost-effective', and this store is also a well-known supermarket chain nearby... It is famous for its very uneconomical prices and has been reported as a commercial fraud.

"Actually, I don't have a strong sense of time, but it seems like 11 minutes have passed?"

Charles raised his hand, and on the arm that was as thick as someone else's calf, hung a silencer watch. The chain of the watch was tightened by his arm, which looked a little funny.

"The time has passed. If you continue to delay, it will be terrible to be discovered by the Knights of the Eagle Kingdom." The saint said in a sullen tone, as if she was angry at her companion's unpunctuality.

And at this moment, the originally flat ground in the alley began to change. It seemed that something was about to spew out from under the ground, and a soil bag the size of a washbasin bulged up.

What's strange is that the stone bricks paved on the ground did not shatter due to the soil bag, but stuck tightly to the soil bag, like a layer of stickers.

Neither the saint nor Charles expressed surprise at this phenomenon, but Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief.

The dirt bag cracked slightly, and a figure also wearing a white down jacket jumped out of it, followed by another person.

"Sorry, I'm late." The person who jumped out first bowed his head towards the saint, as if he was ashamed because he was not punctual.

"It's okay, but next time, please be more punctual?" The saint rubbed her head through the hood, feeling a little headache to the bald black man beside her.

The black man named Martel grinned, showing his white teeth, and then said with a smile.

"Hey, guys, you know what I got in that supermarket just now, 4 KFC family buckets and Coke! Let me tell you, there is a KFC store in this supermarket, and all their employees have run away, okay I used to work at KFC, so I made 4 buckets out of materials to comfort our hungry bellies, otherwise we would really starve to death this time.”

Martel grinningly distributed the four family barrels in his hand to everyone, and also thoughtfully gave white plastic gloves to prevent oil pollution. The other three looked at each other, and finally sighed helplessly, and it turned out that Matel The family bucket in Ter's hand.

To be honest, the group of them hadn't eaten anything in the past three days, so they could only say they were helpless and understandable about Matt's behavior. After all, it felt very uncomfortable to be hungry, otherwise Matt, who usually eats and lazy I will not make four family barrels myself.

Incidentally, Martel was fired from the KFC store for being too lazy.

"I'm on the lookout, you guys solve it quickly, remember to seal off the smell of the food, so that no one will find out."

A burly young man named Charles leaned against the entrance of the alley, watching the knights passing by from time to time outside the street with vigilance.

"You can directly take the instant food from the supermarket, just remember to put the pound on it." The saint said in a helpless tone as she ate the fried chicken drumsticks.

"Don't you think KFC is great?" Martel showed his big white teeth and gave a thumbs up.

The saint was silent for a moment, then sighed. "Well, thank you for your hard work, Clayton."

"It's not hard, Mr. Saint." Clayton, who was eating fried chicken wings, was a little depressed because of the reprimand from the saint just now. After hearing the consolation of the saint, it was as if he had been injected with hormones, and his eyes were very hot. replied.

A group of four squatted at the entrance of the alley like this, eating chicken legs. If they were discovered by the knights at this time, probably they would not be regarded as lawbreakers, but a group of innocent citizens eating chicken.

Looking at the four people eating grilled chicken legs in front of him, the corners of Steele's mouth twitched as he hid at the other end of the alley, wondering if he was staring at the wrong target.

However, at this moment, goosebumps rose on Steele's back, his pupils shrank, and he rolled on the spot.

Choking sound.

The sharp knight's sword sliced ​​across the air-conditioning case that Stiyl had previously hidden, and the sound of electric arcs resounded from the missing corner of the air-conditioning case.

Stiyl, who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised his head, and looked at the silver armored knight who kept bowing and swinging his sword.

At the same time, when the three people who were squatting at the end of the alley heard the sound, they immediately stood up regardless of the food in their hands, and looked at the other alley entrance in horror.

After seeing the priest lying on the ground and the knight in armor, the pupils of the four couldn't help shrinking.

At this moment, the same thought sounded in the minds of everyone in the alley.

"Oops, it was discovered!" X5

Chapter 308 You guys go first, I'll come back! !

"Find the Puritans, it's Stiyl Magnus!!"

After the armored knight discovered that the sneak attack had failed, he immediately called for help from the walkie-talkie embedded in the armor, without any delay.

"FUCK!!"

Stiyl cursed angrily. At this moment, he was very annoyed at his reputation as a prodigy in London in the past, so that now even an ordinary knight could recognize his face.

Click! Click! Click!

The sound of iron boots colliding with the ground sounded, and the asphalt road began to tremble slightly. Obviously, the support from the Knights was rushing to the scene.

"Four citizens over there, please retreat to the main road to avoid being accidentally injured by the fighting."

The knight clenched the standard long sword in his hand, while confronting Stiyl, he shouted at the four people at the other end of the alleyway.

Although two of them were wearing white down jackets and covered their faces with hoods, the KFC family barrels that could be seen vaguely on the ground made the knight mistakenly think that the other party was an ordinary civilian.

In fact, it is not that there are no such citizens sitting at the exit of the alley, eating while watching the knights and Puritans fighting, but there are many.

Among them, most of them are young people, which perfectly demonstrates what it means to be "not afraid of death".

Then, after these people were affected by the battle, they cried and called their mothers one by one, which caused great trouble to the members of the knight faction.

They are knights protecting the country, not hooligans, and they can't kill these dead guys with a single knife. So now, experienced knights usually clear the field when they encounter citizens.

The four people who were already preparing to fight paused when they heard the knight's voice, then glanced at each other, turned their heads and left immediately, and Martel, the black boy, even picked up the family bucket on the ground.

At this moment, Stiyl rolled his eyes and shouted directly.

"Big Bishop, you go first, I will hold them back!!"

The cry was so loud, like a death cry, that almost the whole street was heard.

Now, the knight in front of him sat on the wax. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that among the previous four people, the woman whose face was covered by a hood was indeed blonde, and her figure was also very close to that of Laura Stuart.