Kicked out of Rhodes Island, a small quilt was covered in the hole of the Longmen Bridge

In other words, he must have known that besides the rescue team, the response team, and the medical rescue team, there is also a 'detection team'.

ACE took out the walkie-talkie and tuned to the frequency band of the reconnaissance team, but the other side still kept the radio silence.

"...don't do anything stupid, little wolf cub."

ACE looked at the core city in the distance and muttered to himself, but what he didn't know was that Bai Hua was heading towards the other end of the core city, around the control tower.

"Hmm... I don't know if it's because of lack of oxygen, blood loss, or the impact of the previous natural disaster. Maybe it's because I didn't eat enough—I'm not in good health."

In the ruins of Qiecheng, Bai Hua put on the respirator (which has been scrapped, purely for decoration) and followed the traces of the reconnaissance team he found before, while complaining that his body was a little weak, and only encountered a natural disaster/and integration The sports leader got a little overdrawn after a fight.

Of course, 48 consecutive hours of high concentration, almost no food, external and internal injuries everywhere-all these add up, even Terra Superman can't stand it.

——Concentrate, Bai Hua, the situation of the reconnaissance team is not optimistic, natural disasters have cut off communication, at least let them know that the mission is over and they can evacuate... huh?

Bai Hua suddenly found that the trace of the reconnaissance team had disappeared ahead, replaced by a brand new trace.

——The team ended their investigation here, because they got what they wanted?Or... wait

Bai Hua didn't see any Rhode Island corpses nearby, but he noticed that the brand new traces seemed to be evenly distributed around the circle.

This kind of trace is either that the other party is walking around, or it is a trap——

Clap!

Bai Hua used the hook cable to remove the gate of the abandoned vehicle and held it in his hand. Almost at the same time, an explosion suddenly occurred in the path of ruins that looked plain in front of him.

"Well!"

The shock wave of the origin stone gunpowder and the metal fragments spread outwards. Although the car door blocked most of the debris, the burst of shock wave still knocked Bai Birch to the ground.

——The reconnaissance team did not encounter an ambush at all, these traps were prepared for me!

Bai Hua remembered the soldiers of the integration movement who killed them in the early morning. They said at that time that the integration movement had sent special Sarkaz assassins to deal with the 'Foxtail Grass' that was constantly destroying.

Bai Hua, who has always thought that 'the enemy is bright and we are dark', is completely unaware that she has also become a prey.

Bai Hua endured the stabbing pain in his chest and tumbling to hide in the collapsed dangerous building next to him. When he entered the corridor, he put the gluttonous glove in his left hand in the center of the steel bar of the load-bearing column to heat it quickly, and bent the heated load-bearing column with a punch with his right hand. Then wrap the wire rope around the rebar.

As long as the steel cable is pulled, the precarious and dangerous building will collapse completely. This is a simple trap temporarily made by Bai Hua.

Bai Hua lay on the stairs staring at the entrance, waiting for the arrival of the 'destined person'.

Finally, the ambusher showed up.

"Cute little fox, are you going to choose this place as your grave~"

"—"

Shirakaba, who was going to pull the cable, stopped the moment he heard the voice.

But the pursuers will not stop attacking because of this.A silver-haired Sarkaz girl wearing a black jacket with red highlights walked into the ruins. She hummed a song with a smile and dropped the bomb in her hand when she noticed the 'Foxtail Grass' He went out without giving the other party any chance to react, and directly pressed the detonation button.

boom!

After a loud bang, there was another irrecoverable ruin in Chernobog.

"Huh? He hasn't died yet. He deserves to be an elite who paralyzed most of the lower city by one person."

The Sarkaz girl noticed that the 'fox' avoided the attack just before the explosion, but he still leaned against the rubble and lost consciousness.

"Hmph, let me see, what kind of guy is the collection this time?"

The Sarkaz girl smiled and walked to the unconscious Volper, and took off his respirator.

"..."

The moment she saw the face of the other party, the mercenary girl put away her smile, blinked her eyes, and then reached out to caress the pair of ears.

Sure enough, the so-called fox ears were just nested camouflage, with fluffy gray-rimmed white wolf ears popping out.

"No no no no--"

The Sarkaz girl went from an evil smile to silence, and then panicked.

"What's the matter, W?"

A few mercenaries surrounded her and asked the Sarkaz girl named W what was different.

"It's nothing, you guys go to support Tallulah right now."

"But there—"

"Go quickly!"

"……it is good"

W roughly dismissed the mercenaries around him, and then looked at the Lupu youth who had taken off his disguise in front of him again.

"Baihua—damn it, what's going on, what's going on...!?"

W put away his smile, his expression extremely flustered.

Chapter 111 Periplaneta americana teaches you to lure gray wolves ([-])

For the Sarkaz who live in Kazdel, it is a badge of honor to be able to bear a name at the time of death.

From the moment most Sarkaz people were born, the enthusiasm for "war" flowed in their blood.Sarkaz mercenaries are a force that can be seen everywhere in Terra. Wherever there is war, there will be their presence—or it can be said that wherever Sarkaz gathers, there will be a war.

No one ever questioned that, and who would?Everyone likes to kill each other if they are left alone, the Sarkaz who can never be united, and Kazdel who is always full of ruins and artillery fire everywhere.

Most Sarkaz chose to become mercenaries, most Sarkaz died on the battlefield as 'mercenaries', and those mercenaries who can survive time and time again and get 'name' are naturally all The goals and dreams of the Sarkaz people.

"Today is a nice day."

Among the chaotic towns that can be seen everywhere, a girl is walking on the street, perhaps because she is eager to try the work she is doing, the expression on the girl's face is restless like a fanatic.

The girl looks a little younger on the outside, her face does not have the seriousness of years of fighting as a mercenary, but judging from the worn but professional combat clothing on her body, the girl is not a fledgling recruit.

She has short silver-white hair, with two eye-catching red highlights at the front, which complement the devil horns on both sides.The Lateran blunderbuss and strolling launcher hanging behind him replaced words, and he could easily tell the words "Don't mess with me" to the surrounding pedestrians.

"Boom"

After arriving at the end of the bumpy stone road, the girl pushed open the door of the tavern.

The unbearable noise of most people rushed into their ears in an instant, but the girl had long been used to the chaos and disorder of the Sarkaz Tavern.She roughly listened to these gossips from countless mercenary groups, and after confirming that they were all just pointless bragging and dirty jokes, she went straight to the bar of the tavern.

"Have a glass of 'Noon Hunt', two ice cubes and a slice of lemon."

The girl threw a straight etched Originium bullet on the table, and ordered a drink that wasn't on the menu.

"—have a good hunt, miss."

The tavern owner was stunned for a moment when he saw the bullets on the table, but he immediately nodded to the girl understandingly, then handed the girl a glass of light red cocktail, and silently left from the bar and walked into the backstage of the bar.

"Every time this glass of wine has to be wasted."

The girl looked at the cocktail left for herself on the table, at least this time the color matched her horn quite well.

Holding a cocktail, the girl passed through the rambunctious people in the bar, and came to a round table in a corner.

"Go away, there is no place here."

As soon as the girl stood beside the round table, the Sarkaz mercenary headed by her drove her away rudely.

"Is your attitude towards informants so friendly?"

"--go on"

After hearing the word "informant" from the girl, the Sarkaz mercenary adjusted his sitting posture. He assumed a more formal sitting posture, which also meant that he put his wrist around the machete at his waist.

Several people beside the round wine table also took ambiguous postures. It was hard to say whether it was a more formal posture for negotiation, or it was easier to draw their weapons when fighting.

"The Iolni Mercenary Corps - was established two years ago and had been attached to the Duke of Sark under the Tracys faction before. It left three months ago and completed a number of high-risk assassination and sabotage missions one after another."

"I can't tell I'm already so famous."

Sarkaz, the leader, snorted coldly and raised his head to look at the girl.

"So, tell me the information you have, and put a price on it, and I will decide whether to accept it or not."

There will never be a shortage of wars in Kazdel, and there will never be a shortage of noble lords who issue war missions.They will issue tasks to mercenaries because of various personal grievances and conflicts of interest.

The fledgling mercenaries can only join a large mercenary group, and follow the missions undertaken by the leader to work hard again and again.

If they survived by luck, and the leader of the mercenary group died during the mission, the surviving mercenary could inherit the command of the mercenary group and continue the mission.

Most of the missions can be undertaken in two ways. The tavern and the territories of various noble dukes will release some missions regularly, but these missions basically do not have much lucrative income, and more often they are temporarily recruited to deal with wars.

But if the tasks are obtained from 'informants', most of these tasks are issued by powerful local tyrants. Although they are extremely difficult, if they are completed, they will be rewarded with huge rewards.

Afterwards, you can choose to continue to cooperate at the risk of being secretly cleaned up by the boss, or you can choose to change places for one vote to avoid possible attacks.

Because of this, most mercenary groups like to deal with 'informants'.No one is not eager for an opportunity to soar into the sky.

"The Duke of Glennis hopes to find a team to destroy the energy supply station of the rival Duke Sark, and the reward is 100 pieces of gold."

"Hey~"

After hearing such a huge reward, the leader of the Sarkaz mercenary group whistled.

"What do you say, boss?"

The mercenary on the side showed excited and greedy eyes after hearing this number, and he couldn't wait to ask the leader sitting opposite the girl.

"It's just destroying the supply station. It's not going anywhere compared to the previous missions. Of course, I have to pick it up. Glynis is a well-known subordinate under King Teresis. If he can get on the line, the future Days will be more worry-free.”

The leader smiled hey, as if he had already planned the route for the future prosperity and wealth.

"The Joniel mercenary group has taken over this mission, informant. Tell me where to meet, and we will arrive—and also confirm, how much is the deposit among 100 pieces of red gold?"

The leader accepted the mission without much hesitation. He asked the girl where to receive the mission information and how to pay the deposit.

"The answer is 0."

"Heh, that's really interesting. I don't mind charging a piece of red gold as an intermediary fee, but I want to take all the deposit - your appetite is much bigger than your physique, girl."

After hearing the deposit reported by the girl, the leader showed a mocking smile, then pulled out a dagger and stuck it on the table, threatening the girl with a fierce tone.

Normally, the informant should retreat in the next second and propose a more reasonable 'information intermediary fee', but...

"Wow!"

The girl sprinkled the red cocktail in her hand on the leader in front of her, and while the other was dodging with her eyes closed, she pulled out the dagger on the table, and pierced the leader's unsuspecting heart.

"Damn, you're not a thread—"

The member of the mercenary group next to him was taken aback by the sudden change. He tried to pull out the machete at his waist, but fell to the ground due to excessive force and overturned the round table.

"Clap!"

The girl picked up the wine bottle in mid-air, slapped the skull of the mercenary who was rushing towards her with her forehand, inserted the broken bottle into the opponent's throat with her backhand, and then took out the Lateran gun behind her, aiming at the mercenary who fell on the ground. The soldier pulls the trigger.

"Pfft!!"

The other party didn't even get up, and was directly swept into a sieve by the girl.

The harsh gunshots overshadowed the noise of the bar, but the 'guests' in the bar did not panic after seeing this scene.Some of the mercenaries sighed and left the bar slowly, but more people took this sudden fight as part of the bar performance and continued to drink and watch.

Three members of the five-member team were killed in an instant, and one of the remaining two was still trying to draw his weapon, while the other got up like crazy and ran towards the corner of the bar.

"Damn-wolf! There's trouble here-poof!"

The fleeing man called out his name, but before he could respond, the girl pierced him from behind.

In an instant, there was only the last member of the Yoniel mercenary group. The opponent finally pulled out the machete from his waist, but before he could hold it firmly, the girl pierced his arm with the dagger.

"Uh ah ah!?"

The severe stabbing pain made him scream, and the girl immediately blocked his mouth.

"Don't disturb the people."

The girl smiled at the last survivor, then pulled out the dagger and pressed it against the other's neck.

"I'm really not an informant, but the missions do exist—of course, these have nothing to do with you."

"When I was hunting for the mercenary group, I noticed a very strange phenomenon. Your progress in the past three months is really too fast. You were just a third-line mercenary under the fence before, but recently you have completed consecutively. Many difficult tasks have been completed."

After confirming that the other party had no intention of fleeing or fighting, the girl told the survivors while collecting the nameplates of the others.

"I am very interested in you. If I can kill such a new star, does it prove that I have a faster improvement speed? But——you have disappointed me. From the moment I met, I realized that you are just a bunch of out-and-out The mob, without consciousness, accomplishment, and fighting ability, can't even survive for 3 minutes on the battlefield in front of the two kings."

The girl sighed. She had prepared for this hunt for a long time, but in the end it ended in this way, and the difficulty was even worse than killing an Originium worm.

"Now, I have a question—"