I am the former civilized hero.

Eight-sided blade.

The air whistled and cracks in the ground extended forward rapidly, cutting off the bullets, breaking the wall of fire, and then evenly splitting the human body and the vehicle in half.

Boom boom boom!

Cars exploded one after another, and the pilot, who was wrapped in thick armor, opened his eyes wide and quickly scanned several screens.

"What about people?!"

As soon as he turned on the weapon safety, the two miniature missile launchers on his shoulders lost their targets, and only the monitor captured his shadow.

The white-haired woman is the key target.

Fire coverage mode, full bomb fire!

The thumb moved towards the red button, and with a sharp sound of metal tearing, the pilot suddenly found that he could do nothing because a hole was torn in the 50-centimeter-thick alloy steel plate.

The white-haired woman half-stuck her body through the hole, and the almost perfect face was just a few inches in front of him. She gently pressed his right hand, but her red eyes were expressionless.

"I'm curious, where did you get this battle mech?"

......

Padufils turned around and saw the sky dyed red by flames, as well as intensive gunfire and explosions.

That's right. It was too quiet before, which made me feel uneasy.

Silence is a rare sight on Dusk Street. Those big guys have to fight each other every day before they can sleep. How could they suddenly become good kids?

"I'm really lucky. From the sound of it, they were fighting on the muddy street, so no one noticed me."

Padu took a few breaths and looked at the food in the cart in a dilemma. How could she get it into the warehouse when it was so heavy? But if she threw it at the door, she was afraid that someone would pick it up and accuse the sanatorium of stealing.

Be a good person and I'll just move in.

The girl walked stealthily around the entrance of the sanatorium and felt that the building with a pointed roof and a small courtyard was dark and looked a bit like a haunted house at night.

As one of the few mysterious places on Dusk Street that cannot be approached, she instinctively felt guilty. Seeing that there was no one around, she skillfully unlocked the door and gently opened the iron gate.

Deliver to your door and run!

Padu made up her mind, quietly pushed the door open, covered it with a piece of plastic sheet, then turned around quickly and ran away, but she did not put down her right leg.

A man was standing in the shadow of the door. He was wearing a white T-shirt and grey jeans and looked like a passerby. He had a mask on his face that covered most of his face. Although his face could not be seen, he did not look hideous or scary at all.

But just this one glance made Padufils tremble all over, her hair stood up like explosives, and she stood there, not daring to move.

It was a feeling of being suppressed by a natural enemy, several times stronger than the feeling Ryan gave her, as if if she moved another step, her head would turn into a rotten watermelon.

"There's nothing to steal in the nursing home." The man leaned against the wall, and his voice was not aggressive.

Am I lucky or unlucky?

Paduo was a little confused. Her successful arrival at the sanatorium was a sign of great luck, but when she was leaving, she encountered this irritating existence, which seemed to be very unlucky again.

"Well, I'm here to deliver something, not to steal anything. It's filled with rice and pickled meat." The girl answered honestly, and then didn't respond for a long time. She was immediately frightened by this weird guy.

The gunshots and explosions in the distance had completely died down. The orphanage was eerily quiet. Just when Paduafilis couldn't help herself and was about to run away.

"You are telling the truth. The extra boxes in the warehouse last month were also delivered by you."

"You knew already?"

"Huh, do you think I'm blind, or stupid!?"

"No, no." Padu shook her head quickly and licked her lips. "So I am doing a good deed, please let me go. If not, I will leave immediately."

"Stay, otherwise that nagging woman will complain about not having enough food again, but why do you do this?"

In the shadows, the pair of light green eyes under the mask were very sharp. At least Padu didn't dare to look directly at them. She thought about it and scratched her head.

“Maybe I think it makes sense to do this.”

“What is meaning?”

"Well, I can't really explain it, but I'll be happy if I do it."

"Like killing and fighting?"

Is there any connection between the two?

Padu felt like she had met a lunatic in the middle of the night, a very scary one at that, so she had no choice but to nod.

"I haven't read much, but I think everyone has different ideas about meaning."

After saying this, she stared at the other person anxiously, not knowing whether this answer was satisfactory. The man fell silent again.

It was not until Padufils could no longer hold on that she gently waved her hand.

"get out."

"okay."

Padu had been waiting for these words for a long time. She rushed out of the sanatorium like a gust of wind, wishing she had two more legs.

The man stared at her back until she disappeared, then he looked at the black smoke in the distance and his nose twitched.

"Strange, it smells familiar."

Chapter 224 I am a righteous thief!

Dusk? What is this? I have never heard Padofils mention it.

As Paddo was running for his life, Ryan was standing in the middle of a pile of wreckage, with the pilot's body at his feet and the mecha's head blown off.

Using mental shock, he obtained important information.

Tonight's operation was called by 'Dusk', who offered a high reward for Padofelice and mobilized nearly a hundred people.

This is a bit too much of a fuss. Even if one is curious about the boss' affairs, why would one invest so much money?

"This person should be the big shot behind Dusk Street, because this pilot is also a fusion fighter."

He glanced at the corpse at his feet. The other party was not much stronger than a normal person, but Ryan also found clues. It was a semi-failed product of a large number of transformation operations.

Power has strengths and weaknesses, so naturally it has to be divided into classes. The strongest are definitely upper-level fusion warriors like Sakura and Kevin. People like the Sword of Punishment are also elites, but just like a pyramid, failures always account for the majority.

Their strength has not increased much, and they are not even qualified to fight against the Rulers of Constraint. They can only rely on physical fitness that is several times stronger than normal people to drive mechas, which can be considered as making good use of waste.

This combination has become the mainstream within the Fire Moth, because even the weakest fusion warrior has much stronger reaction speed, overload resistance, and spatial recognition ability than ordinary people.

"The problem is that this person is a native of Dusk Street and has not been registered with the Fire Moth. Has the information about the transformation surgery spread?"

Ryan pondered for a moment. As a scientist who participated in the entire Fusion Warrior Program, he knew that the core technology was not difficult. As long as you are not afraid of death, you can try it. In theory, everyone has a success rate, and super-mutation factors are inherently difficult.

If it is a high-level Honkai beast, the mortality rate will be as high as 99.999%, but if it is just a breakthrough level, it will be much better.

It's quite interesting. The Fire Moths had indeed set up their presence in Dusk Street a long time ago. That's right, with their intelligence capabilities, it's impossible that they were unaware of the anomalies here.

Of course, whether this arrangement was a routine matter or something he did on purpose, Ryan was very interested in exploring it. At least -

He stroked his face with his hand and looked at the face with white hair and red eyes reflected in the cracked electronic eye.

When the machine was disassembled with bare hands, the appearance characteristics had already been transmitted back, and the person behind the scenes must have received it.

"I don't believe you aren't curious about this face."

......

Just as he expected, the instantly recognizable face had appeared on a tablet.

With white hair and red eyes, she looks like a pretty girl of fifteen or sixteen. If she were to be placed on Dusk Street, it would only arouse the desires of the villains, who would imagine countless scenes that are not suitable for children in an instant.

But in the eyes of some people, this face is already terrifying. They are also fantasizing, but the content has spread to outer space and the end of the world.

"How is it possible? This great creation has clearly been conquered and fell into the hands of foolish warriors."

The slightly old voice had always been confident and low, but now it became a little shaken, as if the worldview had been completely overturned.

The Pseudo-Lawgiver is their highest achievement, the proof that a human being can touch the 'realm of God'. Logically, this man-made apostle will only execute the will of God.

But what is happening now? Has He been instigated to rebel?

Can God's apostles change camps and even be controlled by humans?

"The crusade is doubtful. We did not find the body of the Pseudo-Hermendator, nor any trace of his existence. All that was left was the ruins caused by lightning." IX replied calmly, providing evidence for this hypothesis.

If we cannot prove his survival, we cannot prove his death, so his appearance is theoretically valid.

"He may still be alive. We need to confirm this with the Herrscher. After all, we know nothing about Honkai. But I want to know more, why is he in Dusk Street?" I's voice symbol lit up.

"It's strange, but not that strange."

"How to say?"

"Don't you think it's a coincidence? Dr. Ryan was going to Dusk Street, but now he's stuck in the Peninsula. He doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all. And after carefully observing the images sent back, I suddenly felt that he looked familiar and remembered someone."

"Who?"

"In Major Coleman's report, the man who flattened the Neon Palace."

As soon as the words fell, all ten tombstones fell silent, and the voice symbols disappeared together, apparently they had all entered a state of deep thought.

The black monster disappeared, but its fighting power and weapons left a deep impression on people, and the black skin looked very familiar.

A long-handled weapon, black, could it be a shadow? That supreme crystal, the Pseudo-Herrscher, actually turned against us?

"Then everything makes sense. No wonder he is not in a hurry. It turns out that there is a powerful helper beyond our sight."

"Well, it can be seen that he trusts this helper very much, just as firm as the Herrscher."

Alicia and the others had already been under surveillance, and Ying's whereabouts were also being sought. After several encounters, they all knew that Ryan liked to call on his friends, and none of them were from Dusk Street, which only proved one thing:

He also has a trump card that allows him to do anything without hesitation.

The logical chain is gradually becoming more complete and its credibility has reached 80%, so now is the time to talk about response.

"IX, I will send you the coordinates. You will communicate with the Holy Apostle. It involves the Pseudo-Lawyer, which is beyond our reach."

The tombstone was silent for a long time, and the voice symbol finally lit up, the electronic synthesized sound carried a hint of curiosity and relief.

"thank you for your trust."

......

The wall tiles were carefully removed, and a petite figure sneaked in.