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"What? Not here?"

The person who raised his head was named Royd Asprinde. Of course, he was not from District 11, but a pure Brittanian. Although he had a frameless glasses on his fair face and a white coat, he looked like a researcher from an institution, he was a real soldier. The ruling Army of District 11. He was a special dispatcher to guide the technical department, Royd Asprinde.

"Well, the troops seem to have been sent to the front line, and that person should have followed."

A young woman answered him with some difficulty beside Royd. She had gorgeous black hair that was rare among Britannians and was wearing a straight non-commissioned uniform. From the collar, you can see the lieutenant's class chapter. Her name is Sesir, the ruling army in the 11th District. The special dispatch guide technical department, Lieutenant Sesir Coermi.

"It's rare to say what Lancelot brings." Royd sighed, showing a regretful expression like a child who lost his toys.

"What should I do?" Sesil asked strangely.

"Well? Even if you want to force yourself, you lack important 'components'."

Royd shrugged in confusion, seriously considering other feasibility.

Seeing this, Cecil carefully stated his opinion.

"Before this, I felt that it would be impossible to get permission from my superiors in the current situation..."

"Is that true?" Royd raised his eyebrows and asked.

"The enemy has only one old-style Glasgow. We have eighteen fifth-generation Sunderlands, and even the Jeremia Border Beth and Viretaqing attacked. In this way-"

"Ah~ Can you say, you are a fan of Jeremy Ah?"

"...I'll tell you."

"Well, from his current level, he is just a sloppy 'component'. But-"

Royd said, showing a proud smile.

"We can do better without considering strange titles. Has you discovered that?"

"What did you say?"

Cecil asked with confusion.

Royd sat on the ruins everywhere in the slums and said sly:

"It's that simulation device."

Upon hearing this, Sesil thought of something instantly, and his face became unnatural.

Royd continued to disclose what he did and was proud of it.

"Although the one who copied Sunderland's control mode on the surface was actually replaced by Lancelot's control mode. Oh, the wailing cry of all the trainees with a blue face is so cute."

‘Anyway—”

Cecil coughed lightly.

"I can only say that cleaning the driver's seat is very troublesome."

Although that should be a disguised sarcasm, Royd didn't care much.

"When she met Velettaqing a few days ago, she said, 'The level of non-commissioned officer candidates has dropped recently'. Haha. Why didn't she try it by herself?"

"In that case, we probably won't stand here alive."

Cecil asserted firmly.

"Uh, that's why it's said that being serious women are hard to deal with."

"...I can understand that this is your complaint to me?"

A kind and charming smile came into Royd's eyes, and a chill suddenly arose.

"How...how is that possible? Oh, right, although the honorary Britannian went to the front line, the simulation device has not been modified yet. Before those serious people discovered it, they might be able to dig out some spare 'components'."

After saying that, Royd fled in a hurry.

"I said, you should change the simulation device as soon as possible!"

If it is discovered, it will be in the military court.

.............

Returning to the familiar dark underground space again, the smell of rotten and dampness in the air was blocked by the protective helmet. It can be said that it is unexpected good news. As long as you sneak into the search team of the guards, you may not even know what the target is a man or a woman, based on the clues at hand.

Since that's the case, even if he ignores ZERO's help, he has a way to break the status quo.

However, when it comes to ZERO, Ling Yi has his own evaluation.

In short, it is a conspirator with ambition, ability, but not very lucky.

But as a woman, Ling Yi thinks she has done a good job.

A well-known figure who dared to challenge the upper class as an ordinary student, even in the field of chess, was very amazing. The initial understanding was completely accidental. The location was an entertainment club in the Tokyo Concession, which also mainly operates various money-making activities such as gambling. As an agent, she probably thought that the nobles were cowards who care about their reputation, so it could be said that they easily defeated a "master" who had a reputation in the chess world. And that "master" could not come down in front of so many nobles, and neither wanted to admit his failure nor embarrass her, so she slandered her for playing despicable tricks. Then she planned to "teach her a lesson" and ordered her to force her to take her to the room. It is conceivable what would happen to a "master" who had already tasted the taste in the face of a beautiful girl with black hair and waist.

In this regard, although Ling Yi did not have the habit of saving beauty by heroes, looking at the face that should have been depressed and resentful, it was as if he was saying: I am just shameless.

Can this be tolerated?

This is just a scam.

It’s okay to eat black and eat black, but it’s still so arrogant and blatant, as if showing the attitude a noble should have.

So, without anyone knowing it, Ling Yi asked him to roll down from the 16th floor.

That's right, get out.

Like a round ball, I rolled from the stairs of the safety passage to the first floor lobby before stopping.

Although the man who suffered such "doom" was not dead yet, he had already gone to Germany for orthopedics and was said to be paralyzed all over...

In short, it is a great blessing in disgrace. I hope he can stand up for the rest of his life and kneel down and repent for his stupidity.

But this is basically impossible.

In this world of ‘NO.ZUO.NO.DIE’, what he did was completely called death.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when he lost consciousness, anyone who guessed who did it would consciously distance himself from him.

Even praying is useless, maybe God will give up treatment.

And ZERO. The beautiful black-haired girl who always gave Ling Yi a pseudonym waited in the gorgeous big room for a long time without waiting for the ugly man who should have been defeated by her.

Later I learned that the gentleman had been taken to the hospital.

There must be doubts, but she couldn't guess that it was Ling Yi's move. It was not until one day, perhaps accidentally heard someone talk about this, and then mentioned the person "Spiritual", that she knew Ling Yi's existence.

As for how they got in touch, that's another matter.

Not to mention it here for now.

There was a genuine search team member who was a famous Britannian named Shumu Zhuque. The reason why he took the initiative to find him to join him is because his identity has nothing to do with the name "Shumu Zhuque". In fact, if you don't ask, Ling Yi wouldn't know what he was called.

But now he has changed a little.

At first, he talked with the idea that "it is more convenient to act with the search team and it is not easy to make people suspicious." But now Ling Yi has become a little interested in Shumu Zhuque.

Of course, it is not a good impression, it is just an unformed guess.

"Hey, Zhuque...you don't mind saying that, do you?"

"Ah? Yes, that's OK."

The quiet atmosphere was broken by someone. Zhuque was concentrating on searching for possible traces on the ground and heard someone calling his name. How could he say it? It was rare.

He was stunned for a moment and nodded.

"There are many footprints on the ground nearby. If you look closely, you will find that they were left by military boots, which means that someone has come before us. It seems that there should be no gains here. I think we should speed up."

Ling Yi said as he glanced at the slightly messy footprints on the ground.

"What you said makes sense, but according to the captain's instructions, the target should not be too far away. I am worried that others accidentally missed some corners, or that the terrorists were still hiding somewhere and did not leave. Otherwise, Shiina, you can search other places first and meet later?"

No clues can be let go. This will prompt Zhuque to force himself to calm down, not to be anxious, and not to be blind. If this continues, he will only gain nothing.

However, let Shiina make a fuss with him. He was a little disgusted, knowing that this might just be a useless effort.

Not everyone can let go of waste time.

"Okay, then we'll meet again later, remember to contact us on the radio."

"Yeah. I get it."

A strange color flashed through Ling Yi's eyes, but Zhuque not only did not notice it.

The night vision camera is empty in the reddish brown field of view.

If you have to say it, there are only rats with strong vitality. But even they are gone now. Only air and themselves can move. For some reason, the cement walls closed in the dark remind people of the small cinema they visited when they were children. The long-necked monster that makes people feel inverted time and space seemed to be about to jump out of the darkness.

Of course, it is impossible for that thing to appear. Instead, the communication with noise came into Zhuque's ears.

To be on the safe side, Zhuque converted the built-in power supply to standby mode. Then, he jumped off the station platform that was about to collapse and came to the railway tracks below.

The gravel that fell from cracked ceilings from time to time was annoying.

Judging from the map obtained during the situation description before the operation, this should be the original Shinjuku Railway Line. After the terrorist drove a snatched truck, he escaped from the police station and hid in the subway passage.

Zhuque took off his protective suit gloves and touched the rusty rail under his feet, which contained a thick layer of dust.
To be continued...