“We failed.”

In the hall of the Fields family, the large round table was filled with nobles. The old man sitting at the head of the table crossed his hands in front of him. After saying this, he lowered his head, and the hall was full of whispering and muttering, until a middle-aged man with long hair stood up.

"Both teams failed, and the backhand we arranged failed to catch the tails of those foreigners."

"Now the security of the blasphemer and his mistresses has been increased by several levels. Our personnel cannot find their traces. They even have false information specially released. One of our commando teams has been wiped out."

A young man took up the topic. After he finished speaking, he looked at the old man: "His Excellency Fields, I think we should change our actions. We are currently exposed at any time."

"Yes, I have let our people withdraw from the surveillance of the blasphemers, Lord Fields, we are going to reassess the danger coefficients of Marceau and his mistresses."

It should have been like this long ago. The old man who thought of this shook his head and began to speak: "I have no objection. I tell everyone that from today, stop all contacts, and the meeting will end in fifteen minutes. Everyone, remember what we are doing. The energy that the mistresses of that cat have will be moved by it, so close their mouths, because as long as the incident occurs, no one can escape the beheading."

"Of course, Lord Fields, we will all keep our mouths tight." Everyone in front of the round table said in unison.

The old man felt a little tired. He was about to get up when he heard the sound of glass shattering from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the hall. Although he was old, he was not as stupid as he could not see the things clearly. He saw the black cylinder flying higher and higher.

Flash bomb.

This is what foreigners call this kind of object.

Before the strong light and sound swept across the hall, the old man could not even close his eyes.

While the strong light and sound storm made their visual and auditory systems mess up, the old man also thought of a proverb among foreigners.

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In the afternoon, the intelligence officer confirmed that a large number of nobles gathered in the Fields family. When things got to this point, Marceau and the girls immediately started to head north. After nightfall, he and the combat boats they were riding on landed in the local temple courtyard of the Anonymous Temple. This was the power that the saints deserved. After showing their identity, the bishop of the Temple of Anonymous Temple had already completed the procedures for Marceau's entry.

Marceau and the girls also explained their purpose with practical actions. He and them also had hundreds of grassland elves and kitten players removed the equipment box from the abdomen of the combat boat, and then began to distribute weapons and equipment on the spot.

Change into a black shirt and the same black trousers, and wear a black bulletproof leather breastplate. This leather breastplate with an improved bulletproof interlayer can effectively block the shooting of old round fire ammunition, and at the same time have special effects on various fragments.

Then he put the magazine and grenade in the carrying gear on his chest, and finally buckled his helmet on his head. Marceau jumped onto the tracked cart that was transported over and smiled at the Bishop who was standing beside the garden and having been filling air since the beginning: "Good night, sir."

"Ah, good night, sir." As if I had just woken up, the bishop smiled and greeted Marceau, and then I left without looking back.

Then more than twenty silently modified crawlers moved through the gate towards the noble area.

For this raid, Marceau first took a revenge task on the side of the God of Revenge, which was to take revenge at all costs to the mastermind behind the assassin. Then the girls took the task in seconds, so that people could avoid anyone finding them through prophecy. Then the girls brought hundreds of little brothers and came over. These little guys were all about level 50. They were originally prepared for this batch of wet work. They didn't have to leave it after making this ticket, and they could just delete the account.

Then they will start a new round of leveling process and wait for the next action.

This time, the girls could be said to have taken action with anger. Paroonst and Ashbey had at least twenty action teams preparing, waiting for the arrest here and then confirming their identity, Li Qiu did not miss a single person, so that every noble man who appeared in the venue could experience the neatness of the family in the style of a foreigner.

It can be said that it was a big kill.

The tracked cart quickly entered the noble area. Before that, the girls' special action team had already used illusions to solve the city guards in the noble area. Now these city guards are afraid that they will still live a wonderful life in their dreams. Not to mention that the tracked cart passed by them, even a poisonous blade tank passed by them and went to the noble area to launch a few shellings, they would not wake up these poor people.

When he was still thirty meters away from the target's mansion, the players from MI7 appeared on the side of the road. The convoy stopped and everyone jumped out of the car. Marceau glared at the little head in the window on the second floor of the nearby mansion. Its owner immediately pulled up the curtains.

"The neighborhood has been cleared, and the sharpshooter team has been in place." The big black guy who had a bad relationship with Marceau said, scratching his head and noticing Marceau.

"Well done, you can evacuate." Panny, as the current big ** of the MI7th Division, naturally had to encourage him.

The big black guy stood in front of Marceau before leaving with his teammates: "Hello, Your Highness."

"Uh... you don't need to be so formal, Otto, what's wrong with you?" Marceau was a little embarrassed. After all, his surname is Su now, and he couldn't afford the title of Your Highness.

The big black-skinned guy named Otto rubbed his nose and said thank you: "My great-grandfather was the last scattered soldier of the 101st Fort Campbell. He disappeared in the Battle of Mars. It was just an adventure for you, but he found his relics for me. Thank you, Your Highness, the last missing person in our family has finally been found. I'm glad that he was able to fight with those heroes."

"…Otto, this is an experience that everyone has with honor, and I am proud of me for being able to find them, thank your ancestors and his companions for everything they have done for the innocent."

"Thank you too, this is Otto. We are honored to serve you and your wife, and the banner of the king will never fall."

"The flag of the king will never fall." Marceau nodded, watching Otto and his companions leave, then turned to look at the girls: "We did something really great."

"I think so, but now there is no time to make us sad. Let's go, Marceau."
Chapter completed!