There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

"Come on, let's go in too."

The Tin Man shook the ashes from his pipe and led the way toward the noisy crowd.

"Take some effort and leave them alone."

The Tin Man patted Jeston on the shoulder and raised his chin to the crowd.

Jeston didn't respond, but just looked at Talina.

"Don't hurt anyone, just stop them."

"Yes, ma'am."

Grabbing one side of the fence that was pushed to the ground by the crowd, Jeston manipulated the iron elements inside, making them change shape instantly.

"If you don't want to die, get out of the way!"

A loud shout echoed through the crowd, causing the noisy crowd to suddenly quiet down.

With a fierce look on his face, Jeston walked out of the crowd with a roll of spiked protective net in his hand, came in front of the soldiers, and set up the protective net as if no one was around.

"This guy..."

Looking at the murderous Jeston, the soldiers were all shocked by his aura, and for a moment no one stood up to stop him.

But they were, after all, a neighboring country with limited defensive power, and it didn't take long for the allies to react. They held their weapons at their waists and looked at Jeston in a state of alert.

The leader was about to step forward to ask, but was suddenly held down by the shoulders.

His left hand subconsciously slashed out, but was grabbed by a metal hand.

The Tin Man leaned over with a gentle smile on his face and his words were extremely soft.

"Relax, put your weapons away."

Volume 9: Chapter 24: Please

The tin man spoke very gently. If you only listened to his voice, you would probably think that he was just an ordinary uncle next door, the kind who would greet you with a smile every day after get off work.

But if it is paired with this strange exoskeleton, the scene will be a bit scary.

Even the leading soldier couldn't help but feel a little scared.

It's like a medieval knight's armor suddenly comes to life and greets you.

The soldier did not hide his fear, and the Tin Man saw it clearly. He had long been accustomed to other people's gazes, whether malicious or curious.

He ignored them all.

"Don't be nervous, we are in this together."

The Tin Man used his arms to pull the fallen soldier up.

"Your face, and your hands..."

Perhaps it was because of their good first impression of the Tin Man, and because Jeston helped to stop the rioting crowd, that the soldiers did not initiate an attack.

But again, their hands were on their weapons.

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This is a necessary defensive quality, and it's normal.

"It's the same with other parts. They just look scary. Exoskeletons. The military should also have this technology."

The Tin Man nodded and saluted slightly, then took out a small card from the inside of his clothes and handed it to the leading soldier.

"I work for the Melander Historical Society and currently serve as traveling secretary to Vice President Jackson. This is my accreditation code."

Tiny mosquitoes were densely packed on the small card, with a photo of the Tin Man engraved on it and a small string of numbers next to it.

The soldier took two looks at the person in front of him...?

Not daring to delay, he quickly checked the authenticity of the documents.

After pressing two buttons on a machine and seeing the green light on it, the soldier breathed a sigh of relief.

"Identity confirmed. Thank you for your help, Mr. Tin Man."

"You're welcome."

The Tin Man gestured to take off his hat as a courtesy and stepped aside to let Talina out.

"This is the special advisor to the Melander Historical Society. We have something to deal with inside. And the gentleman who just helped us is responsible for protecting our safety."

Now that he had helped, the Tin Man was no longer polite and revealed his hidden fangs.

"this..."

Looking at the excited but obviously frightened crowd outside the fence, the leading soldier hesitated.

Suddenly, he saw the walkie-talkie dropped to the ground out of the corner of his eye, and immediately he had an idea.

"Please wait a moment. I will ask my superiors for instructions."

When in doubt, he would look for his superior and never take the blame. This was a tactic he had learned recently.

This is also the reason why he can lead this team of ten people.

"Please go ahead, but I hope you can hurry. After all, things don't wait for anyone. If there's a delay, I'm sure you won't want to bear the responsibility."

The Tin Man nodded and made a "threat" in a neither hard nor soft manner.

"Please wait a moment."

After accepting this rebuff, the leading soldier quickly contacted his superior.

Without Holhaiya's interference, the surrounding signals returned to normal and the walkie-talkie could be used again.

The expression on the leading soldier's face changed several times, but he finally calmed down.

Feeling relieved, he returned to the Tin Man.

"The Colonel is on his way to see the Vice President. Your identities have been confirmed, and the Colonel has granted you three permission to enter."

"But we are currently urgently investigating the risk of chemical raw material leakage, so you three cannot go near the core area of ​​the accident, which is the Triton Third Chemical Plant."

"In addition, we will send people to follow the three of you and provide assistance when necessary."

After stating the order from his superiors, the soldier waved and called three people over, then stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation.

Looking at the three soldiers who were dominating her, Talina didn't say much, but silently accepted their arrangement.

Although she didn't know how the Tin Man got the secretary identity, it was obvious that the military was still wary of them.

I just don't want to fall out with you for the time being.

The Tin Man's reaction was even simpler, just his usual smile.

"No problem, I will cooperate."

.........

"Huh...coming in."

Crouching by the wall, Hemer avoided the cameras and patrolling soldiers outside and kept his eyes on his watch.

The picture on the watch was separated and no longer a whole piece. Obviously, she released more than one drone.

Next, all that’s left is for the two drones to fly at an altitude of one hundred meters, which is high enough to overwhelm the military’s detection system.

After all, her drones were modified by Mel, and the extreme weight control allows them to fly higher. Military drones need to take into account various functions and appear much more bloated in comparison.

"The Triton Factory should be up ahead. I hope the stealth tactics I learned in Rhodes Island are useful. Let's slowly approach..."

External help is always external. Whether you can find what you want depends on yourself. Hemer is very clear about this.

She fumbled in her arms for a few seconds, took out something that looked like dough, and put it on her shoulder.

Looking at this "dough" emitting special fluctuations, Hemer's thoughts suddenly returned to the past.

When she met with the director of the Rhine Life Source Stone Technology Application Department.

It was a yellow-haired Zarak.

She is from Sargon and comes from an immigrant family.

Her voice is so gentle and pleasant...

.........

"A batch of transmitters is missing?"

Looking at the yellow-haired Zarak in front of him, Hemer made a puzzled sound.

"Yes, to be exact, it was a batch of experimental materials containing transmitters. They were supposed to be shipped to headquarters along with other things."

Dorothy, the yellow-haired Zarak, the director of the Rhine Life Source Stone Technology Application Department, nodded.

"Someone stole the transmitter."

"And it's very likely someone from Rhine Life. They're the only ones who know this news."

Dorothy spoke sincerely, her eyes fixed on the sudden appearance of Liberi in front of her, a look of vulnerability emerging on her face.

"Hemer, I want you to go to Tremont and help me investigate this matter. I have to cooperate with the military investigation for a short period of time and cannot leave Base 359 for the time being."

"Transmitters are dangerous, as has been proven in previous experiments. If someone intercepts them with ill intentions, the consequences could be disastrous..."

Having said this, Dorothy's palms unconsciously clenched, her nails dug deep into her palms, and spots of blood were reflected on them.

as a result of?

Base 359 is an example. If she hadn't stopped at the last moment, she would have become a sinner, not even qualified to repent...

If possible, she would rather catch these guys out by herself, but she was obviously not able to do so as she was entangled by the military, so she could only pin her hopes on Liberi who came to her on his own initiative.

Hearing Dorothy's words, Homer seemed a little hesitant.

Now she is no longer alone, and she can no longer do things the same way as before, so she has concerns.

"Hemer, you are Director Parvis's student, but now you appear at Base 359."

As if she saw Homer's concerns, Dorothy smiled, her eyes full of tenderness.

"I was a little worried at first, but now I understand that you came here to seek my help."

"Or rather, you want to know whether the director of the Originium Arts Application Department is a trustworthy person."

"Feel sorry."

Faced with Dorothy's straightforward words, Homer was obviously not thick-skinned enough.

"No need to apologize. I almost caused some bad consequences. I'm not a good person. I must thank you, Hemer."

"At the same time, this is also why I ask you for help. You are sticking to your own standards. You have a more stable moral standard than others. You are looking for your own answers."

"You are the only person I can trust right now..."

Dorothy's words were sincere, and they touched Homer's heart.

But, there is still one final step missing.

"Besides, even if I didn't, you were going back to Tremont, weren't you?"

As if she could see what Homer was thinking, Dorothy smiled and handed over a piece of white dough.

Hemer didn't say anything, just took it in silence.

Volume 9: Chapter 25: Strange Flying Machine

Transmitters can sense and fuse with each other, which makes them perfect for tracking down the stolen transmitters.

However, even with the "locator" in hand, Hemer still acted cautiously.

The military has invested a lot of strength here, and no one knows why. If Transmitter hadn't sensed the same aura here, she would never have come here.

Against a country...

Oh, I am really tired of living, so I agreed to this kind of "task".

With a wry smile, Hemer controlled the drone as his third eye, found the opportunity for the troops to change guard, and prepared to approach the core area.

But just as she stood up, the images from the drone made her lie down again.

"Why... again? Why has the number and density of patrols increased?"

Looking at the patrol team that was almost indiscriminately connected, Hemer suddenly felt doubtful.