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Chapter 129: An exciting chase?

The Westminster district is still brightly lit at night. The spotlights of the National Center for the Performing Arts illuminate the area near the venue as brightly as day. You can vaguely hear the melodious music coming from the wind. You don’t know what kind of wonderful show is being performed. If you stand at a distance

In closer places, such as Trafalgar Square and the River Gardens, you may be able to hear fragments of words coming from the walls through the thick concrete buildings, and then speculate on the excitement of the plot. Those who could not afford tickets in the past

It was through this method that the citizens of the city got to know familiar characters such as Prince Hamlet, General Macbeth and the brave Roche for the first time.

However, the high-end residential area in Westminster is far away from the public area where the National Center for the Performing Arts is located. When the music reaches here, it has been diluted countless times by the night wind, and is not much clearer than the sound of rustling branches and leaves. This quiet and secluded place

The atmosphere is the reason why the nobles, financiers and business owners of Lunweting favor this place.

Logically speaking, nothing major would happen in a neighborhood with good public security like this. Therefore, the police officer responsible for night patrol could not help but feel a little slack. He held a wind lantern in one hand and raised the other hand and yawned. What he was thinking was:

After the mission is over, should he go have a drink or two, or should he go home and take a nap? The light reflected through the glass lampshade overlapped with the light from the street lamp, which made him look a bit dazzling, causing him to squint his eyes slightly.

At this time, the police officer's ears moved and he seemed to hear some strange noise.

The firm, powerful, and rhythmic sound of horse hooves and the sound of wheels rolling over the stone road... He suddenly opened his eyes wide and saw a gorgeous carriage flying from the end of the street from far to near.

Running over, the speed was so fast that it was simply beyond the ability of the naked eye to capture. One second he was still at the edge of his sight, and the next moment he was flying past him. The iron-wrapped horseshoe crushed the gravel and dust on the road. Under the wind lantern,

Pieces of foggy golden debris rose up in the halo that overlapped with the street lamp.

The beauty sitting in the coachman's seat shook the reins and said to him the moment she passed by: "Sorry, I borrowed it for a moment."

The sound was quickly torn into pieces in the wind. The patrolling police officer stared blankly at the retreating back of the carriage. The most profound impression in his mind was the coachman's beautiful silver eyes, which were as cold and pure as the moonlight. Then

Only then did he realize what had happened. He shuddered subconsciously. He was completely tired. Without thinking, he shouted at the carriage that was speeding by: "Hey, stop the carriage in front of me! You are already seriously injured."

Violated the provisions of the Capital Traffic Law...cough cough cough!"

Before he finished speaking, a larger puff of smoke was blown over by the wind, choking him and causing him to cough repeatedly and even bring tears to his eyes. He looked quite embarrassed. Along with the smoke, there were bursts of steam engines roaring and roaring.

The sound was like a boiling steel machine running rampant on the street, which made people feel scared. The patrol officer covered his nose with his hand, looked back tremblingly, and saw two bright and dazzling car lights.

First, it cut through the night, making his pupils shrink for a moment, and then the huge and heavy silver-white chariot jumped out of the smoke, rumbling towards the driver just now at an astonishing speed that was extremely inconsistent with its size.

He chased in the direction in which the carriage fled, without even looking at the tiny human next to him.

The patrol policeman didn't know how to describe what he had experienced that night. He stood there blankly, staring blankly at the direction in which the carriage and the steel chariot left one after another. The ruts and battle marks of the carriage wheels still remained on the road.

There are traces of rolling wheels and even damage in some places. It seems that this street needs to be re-maintained.

All kinds of random thoughts flashed through his mind. After a while, he seemed to vent his emotions and cursed in a low voice: "What the hell!"



The two parties chasing on the streets of Westminster did not care how much shock, or psychological shadow, their actions brought to an innocent patrol officer, because both parties were busy, one was busy escaping, and the other

Then he was busy catching up.

Inside the Crusher

If we continue to chase at this speed, it will be very detrimental to us. Agil, is there no way to make the speed faster?"

"Sorry, Captain." Agil, who was responsible for controlling the magic armored vehicle, gave a wry smile. His forehead was covered with sweat, and his light golden bangs were stuck to him, but he had no time to take care of them because he had to concentrate on staring at the enemy in front.

In order to ensure that it is not thrown away: "The magic engine is already running at its highest power. If you still want to accelerate, you can only overload the engine. However, doing so will put a great burden on the chassis and tires of the armored vehicle, which will be very difficult.

Maybe they were damaged before we could catch up with the enemy."

After all, it is an old model of magic armored vehicle, and it is probably the decommissioned body of the Night Watch. Professor Heinrich kept it in the manor for collection. Its performance has been greatly reduced. To be honest, it is still biting each other now, and it has already merged with the body.

Strength has nothing to do with it, it's all supported by Agil's driving skills.

Wade Locke frowned slightly when he heard this, and Sally, who was sitting in the back row, couldn't help complaining: "This carriage is too outrageous. It can run faster than a magic armored vehicle. Who is the horse pulling the carriage?"

What species is it? Could it be a Warcraft species?"

If it's not a monster breed, what kind of horse can race with a magic armored vehicle? Even the best hybrid horse on the Raisenwell Prairie can't do it, right?

The few people in the car were naturally unable to answer this question. Although they also thought it was outrageous, it was a fact that could be seen with the naked eye after all. It was useless to question it, so they could only ignore it for the time being and only focus on the most important issues.

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However, Sally's words made Wade think of a good idea: since one's own speed cannot catch up with the opponent's, then let's slow down the opponent's speed. Is this the so-called theory of relativity?

After he expressed his thoughts, Michelle's eyes fell on Sally. Because she was the sniper and fire support in the team, she should be responsible for this task.

"Are you sure, Sally?" Wade Locke asked. It's not that he didn't believe in the team members' abilities, but the conditions were indeed very demanding: he wanted to accurately hit an equally high-speed moving target at such a high-speed moving and small space sniper point.

The target is really a whimsical thing. What's more, their mission is to intercept the opponent, so the bullets fired by Sally cannot hit other places. They can only be effective if they hit key positions such as the horses or wheels pulling the cart. A magical sniper like this

Technology, maybe only the elite veterans of the Divine Eye Force can do it, right?

Regarding his worries, Sally herself seemed confident: "Don't worry, leave it to me, captain. When have I ever let you down with a task like this?"

But we have never performed this kind of mission before.

Wade hesitated to speak, but Michelle saw his worry in her eyes, thought for a while and said: "You might as well believe her once, captain, anyway, this woman is useless except for her shooting skills. If you deny it again,

Her only value is that she might cry."

"shut up!"

Sally glared at him fiercely, then leaned over and took out the "Gray Falcon XIV Magic Sniper Rifle" and the corresponding base from the weapon storage under the seat that she had just applied to the construction management agency for replacement not long ago.

, magnifying glass, aiming bracket and other accessories, and began to debug on site: "Give me some time, captain, when I complete the debugging, I will let you see how accurate my marksmanship is!"

Wade thought that he could only believe her at this time, so he turned to look at Agil in the driver's seat, who nodded understandingly: "I understand, I will try my best to bite her before Sally completes the debugging.

"

Wade then said to Michelle: "In this case, let's prepare for the battle, Michelle, the other party will not be beaten passively. When the time comes, we will take turns covering Sally for sniping."

Michelle nodded wordlessly, then took out his magic sword, the Magic King, from the weapon storage, and began to manually adjust the parameters of the magic sword.

The car suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere seemed to be frozen, serious and long.


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