Caesar is a chuunibyou, and chuunibyou is always a kind of extravagant personal hobby, mainly manifested in spending too much energy on some useless thoughts and slogans.
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As a maverick chuunibyou, Caesar once secretly practiced thirty-six handsome postures to release divine magic in the student union office. Then he discovered that those cool postures and chants would only slow down his battle.
speed.
As once said, Gattuso's successor does not actually need to fight. Perhaps Caesar has received complete combat training, but in the final analysis, he still lacks experience in combat.
So after discovering the problem, he began the path of learning and evolution like a sponge absorbing water. In the first year, Caesar learned how to investigate and cooperate with the team, abandoning those useless actions and secondary lines, and turned the battle into a new one.
The way has become streamlined.
In the second year, the unknown Chu Zihang began to rise. In the process of forming a team with his old rival, Caesar learned a lot of strange combat experience. He learned to be unexpected and use everything.
He also learned how to drive a truck and smash the enemy's face into pieces.
Now, in his junior year, he is completely different from the middle school boy he was back then. Although he will still try his best to pose as a middle school boy and deliver some embarrassing lines, he has no combat experience at all.
lack.
In Gattuso's manor, Gurweig was digging a hole with a shovel. As a priest who meant what he said, if Gattuso's people were to be buried in the soil, then he must do it.
Bury it in.
"Huh..." Gullweger breathed out. She has been growing vegetables behind the chapel these years, and she has gained quite a bit of experience when it comes to digging pits. The pits are dug very deep, and the fruits and vegetables she plants must be longer than the others.
excellent.
The butler who had been knocked down by Caesar woke up faintly, and happened to watch Gurweig add a shovelful of soil to his waist. Now the butler was half buried in the soil, and even if he kept struggling, he could not get out.
"This should be good." Gullweg looked at the fruits of his labor with satisfaction. The housekeeper was like a tree planted in a pit, looking up at Gullweg in despair.
On the side, Patsy, who was carrying the unconscious enemy, was standing by, adjusting his clothes, and lost no time in reminding: "Perhaps, we should let them dig their own holes."
"Isn't that the same as the Mafia?" Gullweger frowned and waved the shovel on his hand: "Reliance on your own. You have your work, and I can't be idle either."
The Italian Mafia had two unique skills at that time. One was to pour cement on people's feet and sink them into a lake. The other was to make people dig a hole themselves, and finally shoot them in the back to make them fall into the hole they dug.
grave.
However, Gullweger did not want to do this. These years of life taught her to be self-reliant, so in Patsy's helpless eyes, Guerweger began to dig holes and bury people.
"Aren't you going to see what's going on with Caesar?" Patsy asked in a low voice.
Gurweger was sweating profusely and shook his head: "Believe me, this kind of thing is very easy for Caesar."
Is it easy? Passi looked up at the Gattuso Manor in the distance, where the sound of gunfire kept coming. Caesar's figure flashed past a window with a wanton smile on his face, as if he was just a man.
game.
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In the manor, Caesar was hiding in a corner. Behind the corner was a team of the most elite Gattuso dragon-slaying squad. They were fully armed and formed a human wall, protecting the things behind them with airtight fire coverage.
There is the road leading to the basement of the manor, where all the sleeping elders of the Gattuso family are waiting for the call of the younger generation.
The so-called dragon-slaying squad does not necessarily refer to those responsible for slaying dragons. Most of its members may have never met the dragon clan, but the family is accustomed to calling those elite teams the dragon-slaying squad.
Even though the most they have done is to assassinate family enemies.
Is Caesar afraid of bullets? Of course he is.
Perhaps small-caliber pistol bullets cannot break through his shield, but the protective net composed of larger rifle bullets and multiple automatic rifles also prevents him from breaking in. Although he is second-rate, he is certainly not stupid.
It's such a stupid thing to accept a machine gun without showing your face.
"The protection is very tight, and there is an antidote. The Frigga Mist won't work." Caesar's mind kept flashing with the current situation. He didn't dare to use the word spirit. The air fluctuations caused by Kamamaita would reveal his position: "Perhaps
It can be like this..."
The dragon-slaying team responsible for protecting the basement is very relaxed now, and even started chatting in the team's communication channel. They look down on their second-ranked heir. In the eyes of these elites, Caesar may be very talented, but when it comes to
When it comes to fighting, they are still more powerful.
"The young master is just showing his temper again." The captain said this, holding the gun loosely, and said to the team members: "Just protect the laboratory, and let other teams handle the rest."
They are a team dedicated to protecting the basement. This task is rotated by twelve different dragon-slaying teams, which rotate every month. However, because the task is simple and easy, it is very popular with some team members.
"What do you think that is?" Suddenly, a member of the team in charge of security made a gesture, and the team immediately entered a fighting state, but then every team member felt deeply confused.
What floated towards them in the air was a hammer emitting a dull blue light. It looked a bit illusory, like a ghost drawn in a comic.
"Be alert, try to shoot." The captain made a tactical gesture, and a team member pointed the gun in his hand at the floating hammer. Amidst the roar of the firearm, a bunch of bullets hit the hammer head.
A slight blue light emitted from the hammer, but the bullet penetrated the hammer and hit the wall behind. The team member who fired the gun turned around. Even with the tactical goggles, others could see his confusion.
"What is this?" the captain cursed in a low voice. For hybrids, the unknown usually represents danger, so naturally, the captain issued an order: "Shoot, don't let it come close."
For a moment, the team members opened fire one after another, and the bullets formed an insurmountable steel wall, hitting the blue hammer.
The hammer was crumbling in the metal storm of the bullet. Even if the bullet passed through it, it still seemed to have caused damage to its structure. Finally, amidst the roar of gunfire, the hammer shattered and turned into a ball of dazzling white light that spread out.
.
"Attention, flash bomb!" The captain pulled down the tactical goggles on his forehead, but this small movement caused him to miss the opportunity to take action.
In that brilliant light, Caesar jumped out from the corner, the sickle and weasel roared to guide him, and bullets were shot from the gun in his hand. Each bullet was so accurate, landing on the vital part of the dragon-slaying team.
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When the light went out, Caesar stood in front of the fallen dragon-slaying team, and the light made his hair shine golden, like a child of the sun.
"What is that?" The captain looked at Caesar unwillingly. The other party looked at him and chuckled: