Chapter 260 NO.23: Is Dan X the perpetrator or the victim?

"It's a big misunderstanding. How does my brother look like Jagula?" Bize argued for his brother, and then muttered in a low voice, "You said he looks like the Spartan family."

"I guess he was talking about the situation at the scene." Omer once again had the opportunity to look at the black-haired man in front of him more carefully.

He has an oriental face, but he has amazing strength and speed. He has the posture of a warrior but does not have the integrity that is imprinted in his bones like a soldier.

As a lone warrior, his power cannot be found in the known source energy system, but he feels a warmth that is familiar but subconsciously rejected.

Like...light?

Omer frowned slightly, put his hand into his pocket, and held down the more violent cards, especially the Ace Killer in the middle layer of the card box.

There is a ridiculous speculation floating in my mind.

And what followed that speculation was a little excitement.

Although he loves monsters, it doesn't mean he hates Ultraman as the protagonist.

People's yearning for heroes has a long history and can be traced back to an even more ancient past.

Who has never longed for the light that can save them as children? Even after they gradually realize the reality as they grow up and realize that only they can change their immediate relationships, most of them will not lose their longing for "light".

Whether it is incarnated by oneself or by others, altruism that is willing to contribute has its own charm that gathers people's hearts.

But guesses are just guesses, and Omer will not be thrown into confusion just because the existence he has longed for appears in front of him.

It should have been the other party who should have messed up.

"Yes, that's right, am I... in the way and disturbing something?" the man asked, looking back at the three figures still lying on the ground behind him.

Homais looked at it in the same way.

Seeing the scene where two of the card users' bodies were gradually disintegrating because they had lost consciousness, he stepped forward, holding the briefcase he had just lifted in his hand.

He took out a portable plastic rope that mercenaries often use.

"You really hindered me from talking to him." Pulling off his dark cloak, the tear was not obvious when he was still, Omer began to tie the mage's hands under the subtle gaze of the man, and then further tied them up.

There is no professional tying technique, but there is a kind of proficiency in tying bacon.

"But it's the same as continuing now."

While tightening the binding, he also easily pulled away the card hidden on the opponent's body and a traditional staff that was far different from the previous staff No. 2.

Then he turned around and picked up the katana again.

The man couldn't see clearly what switch the young man had touched, and the katana deformed again in the riot of metal on the blade, turning into a featureless black cane.

The young man suddenly turned around and asked the two girls: "Do you want the two ladies to step aside?"

He asked, and a faint light suddenly shot out from the opening above the cane, making a tiny hole in the ceiling.

"I'm afraid there may be some inappropriate behavior next, so don't look at it."

A cane that shoots lasers.

Omo also took the time to get familiar with some of the strange weapon parts in Morrison's iron coffin.

After all, given the choice, he naturally felt that the risk of using the Beta Demon Blade as a weapon was too high.

It is true that the technology of Mephilas is trustworthy, but the guys he has met recently are all guys of the same interstellar level.

Omer knew very well that he was not one of those people with a background who could not defeat Ultraman, and that some people had failed him. If the Beta Magic Blade broke in his hands, he could not expect the Frontier Lighthouse Group to provide warranty.

So this iron coffin always lives in his briefcase and can come in handy at times like this.

Tohsaka Rin looked at the cane and felt calm.

"Will there be a lot of bleeding?"

She is very receptive to this kind of weapon. After all, she also has a gem sword in her hand that can only produce waves, and she has even seen some weird weapons in the clock tower.

"No, with its high temperature, it will not give the blood a chance to flow out." Omo raised his hand and brushed his fingers across the straight mechanical staff.

Although the appearance has changed dramatically, the weight has not improved much. The three girls would probably not be able to lift it, but the man next to him has another story to say.

"A very special weapon." The man who was probably thinking about what to say noticed his gaze and complimented the weapon.

"Same for you." Omo glanced at the gapped steel pipe.

This immediately made the other party choke.

"My real weapons are more dangerous."

"Is it?"

Glancing at Bize's nodding look on the side, and then considering his guess about the light, Omo wondered if this guy was still hiding some special photography resources that he hadn't shared with him.

However, this should not be considered right now.

"The small talk and self-introduction can be left for later," he shook his head and looked at the three people over there again, "The important thing now is, are you all mentally prepared, especially you, Miss Dongshang Transformation.

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The little witch who was called out straightened her back as if reflexively, just like she did when she was called upon to speak in class: "Yes!"

"As a trainer, I do not recommend that students watch the next scene, although you may have had similar experiences under the influence of your family."

A little girl who took a witch as her ideal profession and was raised by an experienced witch grandmother could become a pure and flawless greenhouse flower... Omer did not consider this possibility.

It's almost like a local-born triple crown champion, a mercenary with no history of breaking the law, and a virgin Bichi. It's a setting that would only be considered in comic novels.

Dongshang Reform obviously did not have such a dreamy setting, but she still felt a little anxious when faced with Omo's words. It was hard to tell whether she was still frightened by this matter or simply nervous about facing Omo.

When Omer was still in the demonic state, the girl looked at him in a very strange way. When Bize typed to tell Omer his identity, her eyes seemed to be shining, and she was probably a non-existent witch.

The memory has been conceived.

Even the magic academic lectures that will be delivered in the future are confirmed to be signed by the two of them.

Naturally, she cannot face Omo rationally in this state, but she also has a companion.

Although we got along briefly, the friendship of being kidnapped together is no less than that of going to the battlefield together, and it can give rise to a sense of companionship prompted by the crisis. Aethelflae took over the words with emotion: "But we

You also have the right to know, don’t you? Mr. Linton.”

"…certainly."

Unexpectedly, Tianhuo would answer the question for Dongshang Zhanzheng, and after that, he saw the latter glance at Tianhuo and nod when he looked at himself again, and Omo sighed and simply turned away.

"Aren't you going to stop me?" He glanced at the man aside who was still looking at Dongshang's changes.

The man who carries the light on his back must be somewhat overly kind... Omer came up with this question based on his experience in most of the special photography works.

"Indeed, compared to your laser, I think torture like joint techniques is more appropriate." Kai nodded.

This made Omo silent for a moment: "...You should keep quiet, so that I won't hold you accountable for interrupting my plan."

Joint technique is indeed a good choice. If it is well controlled, the injuries will not reach the standard of minor injuries, and fingerprints will not be detected on the clothes.

However, in close contact such as twisting and cutting, it is easy to ignore the overall situation because the perspective is too close.

This is a big no-no when facing spellcasters.

So he looked at Bize again.

This unlucky friend who was involved was a student who had not been exposed to any danger half a month ago. Now that he saw Omer, he seemed to have a very conscious look, and was ignored by Omer.

"Hmm? Why don't you ask me?!" The unfortunate guy was very dissatisfied.

"If you have any questions, you can come to this middle- and upper-class exhibition. Don't you have made up your mind?"

Omer asked, and the movement of his hand was even more plainly tilted to the side - amidst the roar of the wind, the laser fired from the metal at the end of the stick went straight into the side of the man's arm that was tied behind his back, almost instantly

The unconscious man woke up screaming in pain.

"What's going on? Where's No. 4!" Contestant No. 3, who fainted earlier, found himself in a predicament with his upper body tied up when he woke up, and even became concerned about the safety of No. 4.

Did he really cry to death?

"He..." Glancing at the man aside, after thinking about his performance just now and his claim that real weapons are more dangerous, Omer uttered two words, "Dead."

"I sacrificed my life to save you. Now it's up to you whether you want to waste the life that was saved."

Once the basis for lying is determined, the trap based on lies begins to follow the basis.

Homao's conversation was extremely smooth, without any lag or unnaturalness. Naturally, he would be watched by five subtle eyes.

"Dead...? How could...ah, it's you!"

It seems hard to believe that his teammates sent it so easily. No. 2 was still confused, and then he looked up and saw the man knocking on his sap.

"Hong Kai!" He suddenly felt angry in his heart.

"Are you famous?" Omer, who was not surprised by this, asked sideways.

Although the latter was a little surprised, when asked, he chuckled: "In this circle, probably."

Not only were there people who were in contact with interstellar events, there were also many time travelers who knew him very well, and Kai was gradually getting used to it.

Although I am still troubled, I still feel a subtle sense of accomplishment when I hear from the criminals that they all know me.

It also made Omer make up his mind that he would not only collect big data on Ma Niang, but also get more crawler software from the mercenary circle and interstellar news to help him capture information.
To be continued...