Old George, who had finished handing over the shift, dragged his tired body on the way home.

There is no curfew system at night in the City of Peace, but due to security issues, few humans like George, like Old Man, appear outdoors at night.

Come and go, there are many tactical human figures of various models. When they start their nightlife, they appear to be a human figure like George.

As usual, no less than a dozen tactical humanoids took the initiative to come up to express their concern, and Old George returned to his doorstep.

Instead of opening the door and going home, I sat on the steps in front of the door and lit a cigarette and started smoking.

Old George knew that sitting at the door was not much different from returning home, and his family had fallen apart in more than ten years of war.

The elderly parents died in the deep sea bombing of coastal cities, and the wife passed away early because of inhaling radiation dust.

One of the two sons went to the Navy and the other went to the Army. They only had two medals and clothes they wore when they came back.

In the smoke, Old George seemed to have seen the happy life before the war.

Unfortunately, this immersion lasted for a few minutes and was interrupted by the cigarette butt that burned his fingers.

Old George, who shook his head and sighed, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it a few times before taking out the key.

Just as Old George just inserted the key into the keyhole, a slight sound of footsteps came to his ears.

"Who?" Old George asked nervously immediately.

Human beings live not only in the best environment in the city of peace, but also in areas where tactical humans are forbidden, especially at night.

Old George, who had no vision of tactical humanoids, could not see clearly where the footsteps in the night came from.

Old George's question was not answered, but the slight footsteps did not stop.

As he heard the sound of footsteps coming from all directions, Old George took out the police officer who had no use at his waist and aimed left and right.

Finally, under the pressure of hearing only the sound of the footsteps of the person without seeing him, Old George pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang" a few times, and the bullets in the bullet compartment were cleaned.

After several consecutive pulls, Old George, who only heard the hammer hit, had his arm trembled and wanted to reload the gun again.

Before Old George could move, a slender and weak palm rested on his arm.

Old George, who was startled, looked up and saw a pair of bright red pupils that were uniquely bright under the night sky.

"Where are they?" Vayne, who put his hands on Old George's arm, spoke and let out a breath of cold air.

"You...you...what are you talking?" Old George, who wanted to pull his arm back, was frightened to find that although the other party just put his palm on his arm "lightly" it, it was as if he had suppressed a thousand pounds of force.

"Where are they?" Vayne asked in a tone that could freeze the soul.

"I...I don't know what you are talking about, help...help...help!!!" Old George struggled for a few times and found that everything was futile and began to shout help.

Unfortunately, no matter how hoarse he called for help, there was no response from the surrounding human settlements.

This is very strange. In theory, he had already reacted when he just fired the gun.

Since those damn robots keep humans here like pets, how could they allow shootings here?

"You know...what I'm talking about." Vayne's fingertips moved slightly, and the policeman who was tightly held by Old George turned into a bunch of parts and fell to the ground.

Then Vayne raised his other hand, opened it in front of Old George, and several warheads fell on the ground.

"Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, I really don't know what you are talking about, I'm just a little guy!!" Vayne's actions made Old George fall into a collapse.

This was the first time he saw a robot that could catch bullets with empty hands... By the way, he also complained to his colleagues at the police station in his heart and filled in the other party's information.

Is this human? This is Superman! Captain America can't do this level.

"It takes a price to protect the secret." Vayne's arm climbed along the other's arm to the neck, and choked the neck and lifted Old George up.

Old George, who was unable to breathe for a moment, struggled and said, "I...I don't know, I don't know what you are saying...I...I don't know..."

Under the pain of suffocation, Old George's legs began to slam, and gradually lost his strength and stopped his movements.

Vayne, who remained in a high position for five minutes, letting Old George's body collapse on the ground.

"Is the clue broken?" Vayne shook his head, stabbed a blood hole in his fingertips, and dripped a drop of sticky non-human blood on Old George.

Old George's pupils, which had begun to spread, suddenly shrank.

Originally, my pupils, which were congested and blood-tight, were eroded by a ball of filthy and turbid.

Looking at Old George's "corpse" shaking and standing up, Vayne sighed slightly at the power he had.

If she wanted to, it would be a matter of minutes to turn this city into Shin Yanan... It can be seen from the reaction of the sniper rifle girl drinking the blood collection bottle that Lord Mishan picked up.

Vayne's blood is also effective for the tactical humanoids of this world.

"I don't know your soul, are willing to continue keeping the secret." Vayne said as he moved his eyes away from the beastly old George and stared at the dark night.

"Roar..." Old George, who made a low growl, began to move in a certain direction.

"Veine, who was following behind, turned into a transparent smoke.

Twenty minutes later, in a secret stronghold, a group of members of the People's Party dressed in white sheets gathered together while recalling the beautiful world before the war broke out, while thinking about what to continue to do to let those damn robots know who the world is.

While this group of white sheeters were talking, more than a dozen self-disciplined tactical humanoids were protecting the stronghold with weapons in their hands.

A loud "dong" sound broke the hustle and bustle stronghold.

Most of the dozen tactical human figures immediately picked up their weapons and aimed in the direction of making sounds, while the rest moved towards the "Commanders" and wanted to protect the "Commanders" and moved to other safe places.

Unfortunately, this time, the formulated emergency response measures did not play any role.

The shadow raven, which came from somewhere, rushed into the secret stronghold.

The gunshots of the counterattack and the screams of horror continued for just over a dozen seconds before disappearing. The reality proved Vayne's evaluation of the "not worth mentioning" of the gun-type tactical human-shaped combat power.

Walking in the secret stronghold, the dead white sheets stood up from the ground staggeringly when Vayne passed by, but the tactical human figure that had lost consciousness was not eroded by Vayne's power.

"Find everyone..." Under Vayne's order, the beastly members of the People's Party dressed in white sheets and picked up the weapons at their hands, such as sticks, crowbars, water pipes, and walked towards the location where the "companion" was.

In this way, one after another, the white single forces of the City of Peace were devastatingly hit on this ordinary night.

Some of the Peace City Police Station, which was late, did not sound the alarm until a few hours later.

The deaths of hundreds of humans can be considered a super big case in South Dakota Autonomous Prefecture.

It was not until dawn that I quietly returned to Vayne, who was in the hotel, and only saw Lord Mishan lying on the balcony chair and asleep.

The "doll" who only said to protect Master Mishan for 24 hours also changed his movements... Judging from the other party's movements, he seemed to be pinching Mishan's feet and pounding his legs before falling asleep.

Although there is no "service module" to provide some more in-depth services, this can still be done.

As if he noticed Vayne's return, Mi Shan woke up from her sleep, rubbed her eyes and looked at the time on her personal terminal and complained: "It took so long..."

Originally, Mi Shan planned to sit on the balcony and express her opinions when Vayne came back, but she didn't expect that the other party would fall asleep directly after spending so long.

...I have to say it's very embarrassing.

"I'm very sorry, sir." Vayne, who realized what happened, said quickly.

"Ahhhhh" The sniper rifle girl who also woke up from her sleepiness looked even more apologetic. Alee Barrett's first personal service to the commander actually turned out to be a result of falling asleep. It was really a stain on life!

"Have you done it?" Mi Shan stood up and stretched towards the gradually lit sky.

"That's what those people deserve." Vayne said.

"Hmm..." Mishan did not make any comments on the completely different ways of handling Vayne and Greenhill.

Mishan is not unacceptable to dark current characters.
Chapter completed!