Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

In that case, she would have no choice but to run away. Logically, this situation should not happen. After all, if someone with such skills cannot even control his own subordinates, she would have to consider whether to make a suggestion and directly bully the weak and level the situation.

There must be researchers for this technology, so he could just grab two. Anyway, he couldn't control his men, and they would tell him anything under the pressure of death.

Even if you can't capture the scientist, you can get the information, but it's still too much trouble. You need to go through the technology tree yourself. It's not worth spending that kind of spare money. It's better to force the other party to cooperate after getting the information, or else leak the information to the outside world, making it look like you can break up at any time, so you can squeeze out money more effectively.

Unfortunately, when Misty Tres arrived in front of the huge stronghold, she realized that her idea was a bit simple.

This may be far from the expected level of the gangsters...

There were a few simple tables in the stronghold with some accessories scattered on them. Several sturdy men were wiping and maintaining guns. On the other side, an armored vehicle of the same model as the wreckage in the laboratory was being washed by water sprayed from a pipe. It looked like an ordinary vehicle from the outside. It was hard to imagine that the inside of this armored vehicle was filled with various organs made of flesh and blood.

Mistres looked at the people busy in the stronghold and could clearly see the dividing line. Most of the men with fierce faces wore camouflage vests, steel-plate combat boots and the like. Their faces, exposed shoulders and arms were covered with scars (actually scars left from sutured lacerations). Just standing there was filled with the smell of gunpowder from the battlefield, like horrible beasts that might eat people at any time, licking their claws and waiting to hunt.

It would be difficult to defeat them, Mistres came to this conclusion after just one look. These must be mercenaries or veterans from the battlefield. If the mobile troops encounter them head-on, they might be able to hold on. However, if they fight an unexpected encounter, they will probably be crushed to pieces in an instant by these veterans.

On the other side, the graceful women running back and forth with documents were all wearing maid outfits. Maybe it was the owner's bad taste, or his unique aesthetic? This made Misteres consider whether to tell Jiuguang about this so that he could prescribe the right medicine.

Mistress stood outside and looked around, and finally decided to come in and talk. The moment she stepped into the stronghold, there was a crisp sound of the safety being closed and the gun being loaded, and Mistress was instantly pointed at by more than a dozen long and short guns.

The guns were different. There were assault rifles and shotguns that the group of terrifying beasts turned directly from their belts and held in their hands. There were also submachine guns and pistols that the maid who was holding the documents just now took out from her skirt (in her own hell space, but the portal was blocked by the skirt). Mistress even saw a double-barreled shotgun with a sawed-off barrel.

Such a variety of weapons made Mistress look down on this organization. Can't they even have uniform firearms? What she didn't know was that she came at a coincidence. It happened to be when Fang Qingyun and Evelyn were discussing upgrading light weapons and zombie equipment. All kinds of weapons had to be tested to prove whether there would be any problems in practice. This is why these weapons are so varied.

However, although these weapons are of various types, if all the firepower were to be directed at her, two kilograms of bullets should be able to be shaken out of her corpse.

Sweat dripped from Mistres's head. Fear disturbed the proprietress who had always been at ease. However, she had seen so many big scenes before, and she was still able to loudly express her purpose, although she was a little stumbling.

"Put down your weapons," a soft voice came from the mouth of a maid, accompanied by the sound of Caracara putting away her gun. Mistress frowned as she watched the maid stuff the cut-off shotgun into the space under her skirt. It was hard for her to think wrongly, and until the maid took her to the outside of Fang Qingyun and Evelyn's studio, she was still thinking about a very rude question: What is the "capacity" of these maids?

The maid knocked on the door gently, interrupting the quarrel between the two people inside. A little girl in a maid outfit opened the door. Evelyn was arguing with Fang Qingyun and was refuting Fang Qingyun's idea, because this guy planned to turn the zombies into space warriors with twenty-one surgeries, which was at least as good as a good brother holding a Gauss nail gun.

Evelyn, in an insider's way, severely criticized Fang Qingyun's unrealistic fantasies and gave him profound criticism. The two did not reach a consensus on whether Fang Qingyun had a problem with his brain and hoped for further communication.

Chapter 64, Evelyn, I will open the information to you again, I am a dog!

Seeing the proprietress of the black shop standing at the door, Fang Qingyun showed an interested expression. Evelin, who was standing next to him, saw his expression and instinctively felt that something was wrong. This guy was probably going to cause trouble again.

Fang Qingyun quietly approached Evelyn and roughly described the identity of Mistres as a spy, but added at the end: In fact, Mistres' plot can be played out in the end of the game, but because she is loyal to Jiuguang, there will be an inevitable process of being "punished" by Jiuguang. But it doesn't matter, if you really count it, it is actually the player who ntr Jiuguang.

Fang Qingyun's gaze made Mistres feel uncomfortable, as if he had some bad intentions and was targeting her. This made her shudder, but she still had to complete the task assigned by Jiuguang. She walked to Fang Qingyun's desk and put the invitation letter on it.

She positioned herself as: a black shop owner who was forced to deliver express packages because of a deal. After she handed the invitation letter to Fang Qingyun, she waved at him playfully, and the charm of a mature big sister suddenly emanated from her.

Evelyn, who was still feeling proud after winning the argument, was instantly defeated. She looked at Mistress's body curves with envy, thinking about going back to customize one, but when she thought about it carefully, it was not right. Her model was Viola, and she couldn't compete with Lady Viola for her body...

"Ala, Ala, I was just asked by a leader of the Asian General Yi to deliver an invitation. Now that the invitation has arrived, it's time for me to leave." Mistress, who was dressed in bright clothes, waved her hand: "Well, goodbye." She threw a coquettish look, pointed her fingers at Fang Qingyun like a gun with a teasing look on her face, turned around and walked towards the door.

“You can’t leave.” Somehow, Fang Qingyun wanted to laugh when he saw the somewhat panicked Misteres. Suddenly, he had a weird sense of déjà vu, until Evelyn, who did not want to reveal her name, said, “Ahahahaha, here comes the chicken soup.”

Fang Qingyun, who got the joke, almost spit out something. The whole tense atmosphere suddenly eased. Mistress wiped the sweat from her head calmly and breathed a sigh of relief. Based on the little maid's interrupting behavior, she roughly judged that it was okay. The person next to her dared to interrupt in such a serious occasion. It either meant that Fang Qingyun was easy to talk to, or... that girl was his forbidden fruit.

Evelin, who felt unhappy for some unknown reason, stepped on Fang Qingyun. Fang Qingyun made a face that said "stop making trouble, I'm doing business", which made her stop her feet from crushing left and right.

"Would you like to introduce yourself?" Fang Qingyun decided to start playing a role that she was not familiar with, to learn what a second-generation rich person is like: "A beautiful lady like you has the added benefit of letting me remember your name."

"I'm Mistres." Although Fang Qingyun's gaze made Mistres feel uncomfortable, it made her suspect that she might lose her virginity here at any time. Could this guy be interested in me?

"Well, let's get straight to the point, Quan." Fang Qingyun revealed her identity at once: "Don't panic, I haven't revealed your identity to anyone."

Misteres showed a puzzled expression, and that expression was so perfect that Fang Qingyun almost thought he had recognized the wrong person. If Fang Qingyun didn't know the plot, he might have been fooled: "Quan? Who is Quan? Boss, did you recognize the wrong person?"

Fang Qingyun slowly put on a mysterious smile, which made Quan's back numb, and then he retracted his smile: "Okay, okay, don't be so nervous, I'm not some second-generation rich kid."

He sighed to Evelin next to him: "For a three-good student like me, it is still too difficult to pretend to be a second-generation rich. I am used to being friendly to others, and it is really difficult to be domineering."

Evelin’s little face was cold, and she snorted very cutely, saying with disdain, “It’s useless.”

Seeing the two of them interacting with each other, Mistress ignored her rebuttal and realized that he might not be able to hide it anymore, but he had to be stubborn for a while: "Then I'll listen to your opinion for now, boss. Do you have anything to bring to that Quan?"

Fang Qingyun originally wanted to threaten Quan, or give her a spoiler of the later plot, such as that she fell in love with the male protagonist Ah Xiong, but still remained loyal to Jiu Guang. But after thinking it over carefully, she took her words back. What if this was a spoiler and severed her relationship with the male protagonist?

Or maybe she gritted her teeth and thought that Fang Qingyun was also the number one target of evil. If she went back to offer some advice, as long as she whispered a little, Jiuguang might order a division of troops to pin Fang Qingyun to the ground.

After all, Quan is also a person with great power, but her boss Jiuguang holds greater power. Although it is difficult to press Fang Qingyun, who can teleport freely, to the ground, it is not a problem to destroy the identity that Fang Qingyun created for himself.

The key point is that Fang Qingyun sees such a good object in front of him, but he feels aggrieved if he doesn't reveal the plot. After thinking about it, he finally knows how to tell the story, which is to change the way he says it, hide the event itself in the fog, and explain it in a revealing way, so that Quan will feel aggrieved for him. Translated, it means: Riddler.

Fang Qingyun, who had prepared a riddle in mind, spoke with confidence: "It has always been difficult to have both. When loyalty and love are placed in front of you, which one will you choose? The loyal ones become gears, and the lovers become free men. This is your own choice, and no one can help you." In fact, this riddle was quite bad. Looking at the confused expression on Mistres's face, Fang Qingyun felt even more aggrieved.

Evelin next to him showed a look of contempt: "He can't even learn a riddle. Now that the riddle is over and the purpose is achieved, send him away quickly."

Fang Qingyun showed a subtle expression after hearing what Evelin said: "Why do I feel even more upset after you said that? Oh, well..." He waved to Misteres who was standing there: "Go away, tell your boss that I will come back after having some fun. As for you, one day, you will face that choice."

Mistress politely greeted and walked out, like a person who was trying to be as polite as possible in the face of impolite behavior, or like a proprietress who just tried to get away with not understanding the riddle and not wanting to affect her subsequent business.

When Mistress walked outside, she breathed a sigh of relief. Fang Qingyun had put too much pressure on her. She took two deep breaths, made sure there was no one around, and returned to her shop. She told Jiuguang about the conversation, but when it came to the riddle, she hesitated and didn't tell anyone. After the report, she noticed what she had missed. She had been listening to the riddle for a long time, but forgot to ask Fang Qingyun what to call him!

Jiuguang's attention was obviously not on Quan. He was thinking about what Fang Qingyun meant by "having some fun". This word has always been synonymous with instability.

He thought about Fang Qingyun's abnormal behaviors and came to a conclusion: he was probably trying to have some fun with the anti-Asian organization.

After all, with this kind of special technology that has never been seen before, there is only one possibility that instead of taking advantage of the intelligence gap to complete the dimensionality reduction attack of new energy over old energy and make a violent profit, it shows it so unscrupulously.

That is, this cynical person might be the heir to the company, behaving in a peculiar way, just for the so-called fun. Considering the age of Fang Qingyun described by Quan, the possibility that he is the young master is even higher.

After all, if an ordinary executive takes such a risk, which may result in a successful negotiation but a complete fall-out, he will probably be criticized. The bigger the company, the less courage it has to try to make progress.

So imagine, would such a company be short of money? To the point that their young master had to live in an alley? Considering Fang Qingyun's recent behavior and Quan's description of Evelin, who was suspected to be his concubine, Jiuguang smiled as if he saw through everything. It was likely that the young master wanted to have fun with Fan Ya, and what fun could there be in Fan Ya?

Jiuguang first ruled out the spring sales held by Anti-Asian. If you have money, you can buy anything. Anti-Asian's spring sales are not worth the money. Unless your taste is so strong that you have to go to a small place on the street to vent, but this possibility is too low. Jiuguang, who has read several Chinese online novels, came to the most appropriate conclusion: Chinese people are probably trying to play the role of playing the pig and eating the tiger, or the Infernal Affairs.

Imagine if he finally got to the top of the Anti-Asian group and suddenly defected in the final battle, what a grand scene it would be? Just thinking about it made Jiu Guang feel excited, and even had the urge to come here himself. Unfortunately, although ordinary people didn't know his identity at all, there was a guy in Nayuta who knew...

Then just wait quietly for the opportunity. After such an analysis, Jiuguang lowered his guard against Qingyun. After all, a person who wants to play role-playing in an unfamiliar place must go around the owner of this place, and Jiuguang is the owner of this land. Want me to help? Sure! Just take out that special technology.

Young people often do things without thinking, and after a few words of provocation, Fang Qingyun will have to stuff the technology into his hands and beg him to do things, and then he will have to thank him after the work is done.

Thinking of this, Jiuguang felt himself floating in the air. After all, who can resist the temptation of money? Selling one's soul for money is a basic operation, and selling it several times is the operation of a capitalist. The more souls are sold, the more filthy they become. After all, if one abandons his conscience, he can earn more. In addition, he has to do some good deeds to let the old woman see who is the real master of Ya Zongyi.

Unfortunately, his idea was doomed to be wrong. After all, Fang Qingyun was a time traveler. He could not stay in each world for long. What was the use of being rich enough to rival a country? When you settle the account, the money will not be settled in the form of memory fragments. If it can be settled, it may really be a test for Fang Qingyun. He was not sure whether he would try the cracked version of the Destiny Codex when faced with such temptation.

"Back to the discussion just now." Fang Qingyun, who had watched Mistres walk out, turned around and looked at Evelyn, who was staring at his chest and doubting her life: "Hey, come back to your senses. You won't gain any weight by looking at it again. Let's talk about guns." As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Fang Qingyun felt that what he said was inappropriate and it was suspected of harassment.

Evelyn's cold gaze did not make Fang Qingyun feel any better. Her serious expression had always been like that. If she had scolded him loudly, Fang Qingyun would have felt better. But now, no matter how he looked at Evelyn, she seemed to be holding her breath. Fang Qingyun felt guilty and was caught in a dilemma. On the one hand, as a superior, he felt it was difficult for him to apologize, but on the other hand, he had indeed done something wrong.

But then I thought about it. I treated her like my sister in the beginning, but now that I have a little power, I start to put on airs? Is she still a human being? Isn't she going backwards? Fang Qingyun, Fang Qingyun, you have to remember that you are a person first, and then other social roles.

Seeing Evelin silent for a long time, Fang Qingyun went up to coax her and apologized very seriously. Unexpectedly, this behavior surprised Evelin, who didn't care at all. She felt flattered, so much so that she laughed out loud, holding her face with both hands, imitating some yandere big sisters in anime, and said, "So cute!"

This sentence made Fang Qingyun, who was ready to be criticized, unable to hold back. Looking at Evelyn's imitating movements, her figure that could be held in one hand and her forced "tempting" expression, although he tightly closed his mouth, he still let out a "gulp".

His smile made Evelyn lose face. Evelyn crossed her arms, pouted and stared at Fang Qingyun, and began to vent her anger: "Laugh, laugh, laugh! Even if you laugh again, your firearms will not pass the review. The materials are not enough and the structure is not good. We just have one more energy and means of use, and you want to become an Astartes?"

Fang Qingyun smacked his lips. "Okay, that's it. It's fine as long as it's over. Becoming an Astartes is just an ideal. I haven't even touched half of the technology tree yet. Why do I still want this?" Forget it... I'll just make do with these light weapons for now. I'll talk about it when I have new technology. It's far from easy for Hell Factory to transform. Moreover, Hell is seriously lacking in scientists and other talents. Just the vehicle transformation is enough to keep Viola busy.

There is nothing to do tonight, so take a rest.

Chapter 65: Come on, cameraman, cut the shot

While Fang Qingyun was slacking off and Jiuguang was sorting out intelligence in preparation for negotiations the next day, the Dongyun faction quietly sneaked up to Fang Qingyun's residence and went back to report.

What are the other two anti-Asian forces doing?

The Banyin faction here was also in a state of unrest because of the anti-terrorism operation in the morning. The number of private police in the entire Asian General Yi increased. People like them wearing clown costumes were simply the best targets, not to mention that there were only a few of them who were not "informal". In this situation, Banyin's spring sales business was affected because they could not go out to solicit customers.

Under such circumstances, even though the quality of the talents of the Tounom School and Nayuta was not as high as theirs, their business was still acceptable. But today, Halftone was having a hard time. Unable to attract customers, everyone stayed away from the clowns. The decoration was too much like a circus, which made those who were angry avoid it.

The leader of the Halftone faction, Murasaki, a man also dressed in a clown costume, sat in front of his desk with a gloomy expression. Next to him stood a woman who was wearing somewhat revealing clothes. Her top only covered her chest, revealing her smooth abdomen, while the pants she wore on her lower body were not pulled up, and one could even see the upper part of her thong.

Her expression was quite nonchalant. After all, she was not the kind of person who would think of ways to solve problems. Although she was dressed revealingly, she was actually a thug-type character.

"Stop chewing gum and browsing your phone. Come over here and help me think of a solution. Don't you get tired of looking at those two pictures of the shota every day?" Murasaki couldn't stand Shion browsing her phone. The key point was that this woman was browsing her phone, and she was laughing like a nympho. It's okay to laugh, but the key point was that she was drooling! She was nominally the second in command of Halftone, which was simply unacceptable.

Ziyuan put away her phone and showed an innocent expression: "What good ideas do I have? The private police are investigating strictly now. We can't even get the money for renovation here, and we can't attract customers. Although the female students deceived from the Yasheng dormitory are of high quality, if we want them to actively attract customers, I'm afraid they will realize this is a scam as soon as we tell them."

"After all, they came here because they thought you were their sister Shion. I really don't know how you tricked them into the guest's bed." Murasaki snorted, covered his head, and the hair between his fingers was pulled into a ball: "It's okay if you can't think of a solution, but if you still laugh strangely when I'm thinking, I'll let you go out to receive customers."

Shion was not afraid at all, she knew Murasaki was just speaking in anger. On the other hand, if the customer was a shota... she wouldn't mind trying it, even if it wasn't free.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but reveal a silly look on her face, which gave Murasaki an even bigger headache: "This is a vicious cycle... There is no money to make changes, and the boss lady can't buy on credit... There are still a few chess pieces missing..."

At this time, the two clowns guarding the door came in: "Boss, there is a guest looking for you"

Their faces are painted in all colors, they have red noses, they wear sleeveless vests like basketball uniforms, and they hold knives in their hands. Rather than being simple clown costumes, it is more like clothes that are a chaotic patchwork of clown and hip-hop elements.

This outfit is not something that ordinary people can appreciate. Anyway, facing this outfit, Fang Qingyun considers himself an ordinary person.

"Put away that shameless expression on your face." Murasaki knocked on the table, signaling Shion to change her expression. "Guest? I don't remember what guest I have arranged. If he is here for the spring sales, take him to the back to pick out some talent. If he is here to collect used talent, tell him that we don't have any today."

Collecting waste talents, as the name suggests, means converting talents who can no longer "work" into the last sum of funds. Talents who can no longer "work" include those who have mentally collapsed and those who are pregnant. After all, it is easy to catch people, but it is not so easy to have an abortion during pregnancy. Therefore, the best way is to wait until the boss's wife comes and "deal with" those waste talents.

As for whether those useless talents are released or used as body donations, it doesn’t matter. Why bother about it after getting the money?

"It's a salesman who specifically asked for you," the clown added. Obviously, neither of the two situations Murasaki mentioned matched.

"Sales promotion? At this time?" Murasaki felt a strange sense of humor. Where is this? Halftone! Anti-Asian organization, sales promotion here? Isn't that courting death?

"Excuse me, Mr. Murasaki." A man with a shifty look squeezed past the two clowns, showing his big teeth and squinting eyes. He looked difficult to deal with. He twisted his body and ignored the two people who were about to catch him.

"...I've never seen you before." Murasaki was quite cautious. He had a wide network of contacts in this city. Logically, he should have met all these businessmen operating in the gray area. Now, a person he had never met came to him to sell something, which made him suspicious.

He made up his mind that if he really was a legitimate businessman selling insurance or something like that, he would have two people kick him out.

"Of course, I just came to Yazongyi City recently." The man was not tall, like a small potato. He had a slightly hunched back when he spoke, and his hands were clenched together in a stingy manner, revealing his vulgarity.

"Really? A guest from outside?" Murasaki nodded. He was a little interested. After all, people from outside were "informal". Anyone who dared to come here to discuss business at this time must not be a simple person. Murasaki put away his contempt for this man and stretched out his hand in a pretentious manner: "So, this foreign guest, what do you want to sell me?"

"Foreign guest? That's a good name." The foreigner rubbed his hands. His pointed ears and monkey-like face only reminded people of a fly rubbing its hands: "I am a businessman. I only sell my customers what they need."

Murasaki was amused. He felt that this foreigner was bragging. He had a hard time figuring out the current situation himself, and you, an outsider, wanted to analyze it for me? He suppressed his contempt and said, "Then do you know what I need? You came to me specially. What do you want to sell me? If you answer wrong, I will throw you out."

The foreigner was not panicked. He led a man over from behind the two clowns. The two clowns looked at Murasaki. Murasaki nodded slightly and let the man go: "What do you think of this? Come on in."

A little girl walked in, with a delicate face like a princess. Although she was indoors, her hands covered with lace gloves were holding a huge parasol, and the edge of the umbrella was covered with bubble skirt-like decorations.

Her blonde hair fell from her shoulders, reaching her waist. What caught her attention was her pupils. She had rare heterochromatic eyes. Her left eye was sapphire blue, and her right eye was a charming purple-red. She also wore a unique headband on her head with two small ears, one black and white plaid and the other pure black, which added to her cuteness.

She was wearing a Lolita ruffled princess dress, mainly blue and white. There was a golden pocket watch hanging below her waist, which did not look like a decoration, as the second hand of the pocket watch was still moving.

The legs covered by the ruffled skirt are covered with a pair of tight pants. The pants are asymmetrically designed, with one side decorated with plaids of various colors interwoven together, and the other side is pure black. Looking down, the slender ankles are wrapped in socks with the same ruffles, and the small leather shoes on the feet have a rose embroidered on each side.

Murasaki was stunned for a moment: "A little child?" Did they capture a princess from a small country in the West? But as a talent for spring sales, she was definitely qualified in appearance.

There is no need to ask people to throw this foreigner out. He has just picked out such high-quality talents, and there should be more good stuff in the box. If there are more, it will be easy to attract customers even if he does not actively solicit them.

"Is this where Alice is going to stay?" Alice's innocent voice gave Murasaki evil thoughts. He was already thinking about how to trick Alice into the customer's bed.

"Although I may misunderstand you, I actually sell weapons," the foreigner added. Looking at the confused Murasaki, he smiled mysteriously, which made his big teeth stand out more. "What do you think?"

"It doesn't look like she has any weapon," Murasaki shook his head. It's believable that such a slender, doll-like loli is a spring sales talent, but it's impossible for Murasaki to imagine that she is a weapon.

Could it be that he wanted to use this child to operate the weapon to show me how convenient and easy it was to operate the weapon?

"I wonder if you know Lu Bu?" The foreigner uttered a word that represents nightmare. Some people may wonder why the Yazongyi City has a Chinese name. In fact, it is very simple. Lu Bu is the name of a deadly "weapon", or a code name.

Murasaki's face turned ugly. He knew that the name was well-known in the underground gangs of Yazonggi City.

In fact, Lu Bu is not the code name of the weapon that most people imagine. He is neither a gun nor a cannon, but a modified strong human being.

Some people may think that this does not matter, but in the eyes of eyewitnesses like Murasaki, Lu Bu can be said to be the real Lu Bu. Lu Bu is more than two meters tall, never carries weapons, and has such great strength that he can even overturn a car. He wears a cloak and a mask, and no one knows what kind of body he has under his graffitied armor, but no one can underestimate the man who can hold up that armor.

Lu Bu is a natural war maniac and can be called a troublemaker on the battlefield. No matter whether it is a fight between anti-Asian organizations or a fight between anti-Asian organizations and private police, he will rush to the center of the battlefield, roaring "Who dares to fight me" and then find someone who looks like a strong man and beat him up.

No one can get close to his pair of iron fists. He often has to bear attacks from various cold weapons of anti-Asian forces and private police guns. No one knows how he will react to the heavy weapons of the mobile forces, but when he rushes into the private police and ordinary anti-Asian personnel, it can be said to be a dimensionality reduction attack. Every time he can beat up the person he thinks is strong, and then walk away.

"That's right, Lu Bu is our masterpiece." The foreigner's smile was still so obscene. At this time, Murasaki no longer had the intention of looking down on him. If there was such enhanced technology... let alone the two anti-Asian organizations, even the Asian General Justice could try to overthrow them.

Chapter 66, Ahahahahaha, here comes the Loli Sniper

Banyin is not competent as an anti-Asian organization. For them, anti-Asian is just a job and a business. They have no determination to fight against Asia, but they have a strong determination to make money in the name of fighting against Asia. Banyin will not take the initiative to fight against Asia, but if there is a chance, he does not mind causing trouble for the Asian General Righteousness.

"Is she a melee fighter like Lu Bu?" Shion, who was standing next to her, finally responded. She touched Alice's smooth face with interest, regretting that she was not a shota. "Then her strength should be enough to tear out a person's heart, right?"

"She can only use a sniper rifle to blow those people's brains out." The foreigner revealed the answer, and this answer made Murasaki even more excited. If what the foreigner said was correct, then owning a sniper rifle in an anti-Asian organization that basically has no guns can be said to be a real dimensionality reduction strike. When everyone is fighting, having a good sniper can be said to be invincible.

"How do you prove that she is a good shooter?" asked Murasaki, who was still trying to keep calm.

"It's very simple, practice makes perfect." The foreigner smiled, and that smile looked particularly funny on his face, but Murasaki no longer cared about whether it was funny or not. He couldn't wait to try Alice's shooting skills.

Murasaki brought the foreigner and Alice to the top floor of Semitone. Alice took out a sniper rifle from a rolling suitcase she brought with her and said cutely, "Clarabel hasn't been calibrated yet, so I can't aim accurately."

The foreigner took out a telescope and handed it to Murasaki. Murasaki took it and looked at the nearby area through the telescope with a smile on his face. He had no experience as an observer and had no idea how to communicate with a sniper. He could only say through the telescope to kill someone. But even with such a simple description, Alice still seemed to be cheating.