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"This is our next mission: to find the white-haired Ursus girl." Amiya turned her gaze to Ansor, who was bandaged up tightly, and the children who were lining up to have their medicine applied.

Amiya hesitated, unsure whether she should take the children away.

If they leave them here, the rioting citizens of Lungmen might reappear once Rhodes Island leaves. But Rhodes Island will have to deal with more than just these ignorant young people from Lungmen. Searching for unregistered infected is dangerous in itself, not to mention the presence of Reunion members lurking here. If they encounter Reunion infected, no one will be able to spare the time to care for these children during the intense battle.

Just as Amiya was worrying about this, the reconnaissance team called out through her communication headset.

"Report, a team of people wearing Lungmen Guard Bureau standard uniforms and carrying standard weapons is heading this way."

Amiya frowned and replied, "...Continue the reconnaissance, and remain hidden."

"Yes."

Amiya gently lowered her hand from the communication headset, a sense of unease creeping over her. Even with Commander Chen's exceptional efficiency, it was impossible for him to immediately airdrop a team of Guard Bureau personnel here the moment the communication ended. Could it be…?

"Rock, check if that guy is carrying any suspicious devices!"

Amiya made a decisive decision without the slightest hesitation.

Sure enough, the heavy-armored operator Rock found the suspicious tracking device under the other man's underwear with a look of disgust, and removed it with great repulsion. He barely suppressed the urge to punch Huang Laogou; the stench, as if he hadn't showered for three months, was as disgusting as rotting kitchen waste.

After learning that the other party did indeed have a tracking device, Amiya had a general idea in mind.

"All personnel on high alert, follow my instructions."

In no time, within tens of seconds, the Guardian squad rushed to the scene where Amiya was.

This Guard Bureau squad consisted of ten people. When they arrived at the coordinates displayed by the locator, their priority wasn't Rhodes Island, but rather the scattered limbs on the ground. After they squatted down and carefully compared the information of the original owners of these corpses and limbs with the data they had obtained, the squad leader, Charlot, silently raised his head and held up the Guard Bureau's arrest warrant.

"You have violated the Lungmen Constitution. Please abandon your futile resistance and come back to the Guard Bureau with us."

"Excuse me, what law have we broken?"

Franka smiled slightly, but her golden eyes held no hint of amusement.

"According to Article 232 of the Lungmen Constitution, the crime of intentional homicide is punishable by death, life imprisonment, or imprisonment for a term of not less than ten years."

Charlot turned his gaze to Franka, his eyes lingering on the black crystals seeping from her skin. He sneered, "As infected, you won't get to serve a prison sentence either."

“Sir, I think you’ve misunderstood me.” Franka silently placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, raising an eyebrow. “No evidence, and no intention of finding any, just because we were there at the crime scene, you treat us as criminals. I see. Is this how the Royal Guard operates? It’s incredibly easy. Does the Royal Guard need more people? You must have at least eight or nine thousand people who die unjustly at your hands every year, if not tens of thousands?”

"I'll report it! I'll report it!"

Before Charlot could even speak, the old yellow dog, whose groin had just been ripped open, started barking wildly.

"I'll report them! They killed these people with their own hands! They're the murderers! I saw it with my own eyes, and I'm willing to be a witness! Big brother! Help me, help me!!"

"..."

Franka narrowed her eyes, glancing at Old Yellow Dog, her golden pupils flashing with a sharp, cold light.

Rcok frowned, raised his hand to cover Huang Laogou's mouth, and casually stuffed the positioning device he was gently fiddling with his fingers into his mouth.

As for where this thing was previously kept?

...Please see the above text.

"interesting."

Charlott turned his gaze to the kidnapped old man, Huang, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Intentional homicide, fighting, violating the personal rights of Lungmen citizens, kidnapping... You now have two choices: either come back to the Guard Bureau with me obediently, or you will be arrested on the spot." Charlott adjusted the portable security video camera hanging on his shoulder; the camera, encased in metal, gleamed with a cold metallic sheen. "Of course, you can also try to resist. As for the consequences of assaulting a police officer, I don't need to elaborate, do I?"

"If you want to incriminate someone, why bother?"

Franka's smile vanished completely as she drew her rapier—that was her answer.

The Rhodes Island crew awaited Amiya's orders, but now it seemed there was only one option left.

It's impossible to sit and wait for death. Even at the risk of assaulting the police, it's impossible to go with this group.

Just as Amiya was about to give the order to fight, a familiar mental fluctuation suddenly appeared within her perception range.

Amiya has specifically marked the mental fluctuations of many people; each person's mental wavelength is different and has its own characteristics.

The doctor's mental fluctuations are unusual, always proceeding in a fairly flat, straight line, unless something special happens... such as during a battle, or when he is entangled with a strange woman, his mental fluctuations will fluctuate wildly.

Dr. Kal'tsit's mental state remained consistently low, as if she were standing on the edge of a cliff, poised to fall at any moment. This greatly worried Amiya, who could sense that Dr. Kal'tsit was constantly pushing herself, forcing her overworked body to move forward.

Besides that, Amiya was also keeping an eye on someone else.

That's right, that person is—

"crunch..."

Strange sounds came from the quiet surroundings.

Everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to it.

The rusty iron gate was pushed open with a thud, and the door of that unremarkable building, a familiar house in the slums, quietly opened.

The red-clad figure took half a step, but seemingly sensing the dramatic change in her surroundings, her left foot, already outside the door, suddenly froze, leaving her in an awkward position. It was as if a solitary female college student, about to go shopping, stepped outside and was immediately surrounded by ketchup, momentarily wondering if she had opened a portal and accidentally arrived in the hell the Doomsday Warrior had just left.

The Kingslayer looked at Ansel and the four children leaning against the door, then looked up at Amiya and a group of Royal Guard officers with weapons in hand.

"Sorry, we went the wrong way."

The regicide turned and closed the door.

Chapter 243 You Can Always Trust Exusiai (4K)

Amiya was dumbfounded.

She never expected that the king killer, who had been missing for several days, would appear in this way.

Moreover, his appearance and exit take no more than three seconds, making him a hero among comedic characters.

Just as Amiya was completely confused, the unsuspecting squad leader of the Royal Guard, Charlot, saw this as a good opportunity and made an attack gesture.

His subordinates understood immediately, setting up their standard weapons and preparing to follow their commander.

After making the gesture, Charlot launched the first attack, heading straight for Amiya.

He had done his homework before accepting the mission; he knew how many people Rhodes Island had sent to Lungmen and who the true leader of Rhodes Island was. This girl, who looked like a middle school student, was Rhodes Island's legal representative!

Once we take her down, dealing with the rest will be a piece of cake.

However, the ideal is full, and the reality is very skinny.

"Qiang——!"

Charlot's confident swing of his blade was blocked by the seemingly unremarkable Vaiva woman beside him, who raised her shield. The broadsword, capable of decapitating a wild horse, hadn't even shattered the shield. Charlot was shocked; despite his strength, he hadn't gained the upper hand in this sparring match, even though he was known as a top fighter capable of taking on ten men at once in the Royal Guard.

Charlott had initially assumed these people's achievements from the past few days were due to their assistance with the Guard Bureau's operations. But now it seemed his intelligence was inaccurate. This made Charlott curse inwardly; those damned young masters were willing to fabricate anything just to gain more honors!

If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have just brought a small team.

A surge of ruthlessness welled up in Charlot's heart. He brandished his broadsword, and a fierce clang rang out.

Razer gritted her teeth slightly, her right hand gripping the tritium iron sights of her one-handed pistol, but she had no chance to retaliate.

The opponent's offensive was like waves crashing one after another. This mysterious Yan Kingdom martial art, combined with Originium Arts, made each attack feel like waves crashing against rocks.

Razer kept her composure. This wasn't the first time she'd encountered this type of enemy, nor was it the first time she'd dealt with one!

"Zizzizi..."

Charlot, who had intended to take advantage of the situation to intensify the confrontation, was surprised to find streaks of blue-green light appearing on his shield. He knew something was wrong and quickly retreated.

A dazzling burst of lightning erupted from the shield, a powerful flash exceeding 5400 million lumens, like a second day rising from the ground, the blinding light engulfing Chariot. A five-meter radius fan-shaped area surged with destructive electricity, lightning-formed snakes flicking their forked tongues and baring sharp fangs as they attacked the enemy.

Even though Charlott immediately assumed a defensive stance, he was still struck by the high-voltage lightning, causing excruciating pain throughout his body. His limbs went numb instantly, and he involuntarily knelt on the ground. If it weren't for the anti-static material used in the Guard Bureau's standard armor, which mitigated the effects of the lightning strike, he might have already suffered cardiac arrest due to the electric shock.

"Well……"

Razer gritted her teeth and took a step back. Her Flash Shield was actually her Originium Arts trigger. The Counter Arc was incredibly effective, but the side effects were also quite obvious. It almost instantly drained Razer's physical and mental energy, leaving her extremely weak after releasing the Pulse Arc, barely managing to keep her weight on the shield.

Franka took a step forward, standing guard in front of the Thunder Serpent with her sword in hand.

It's always been like this since they met at Black Steel International.

A melee specialist operator alongside Razer; under normal circumstances, only Franka would fill this position.

Franka also believed that only she was qualified for the position—until someday in the future, before she passed away from Oripathy.

"hateful……"

Charlott's consciousness gradually faded, and if it weren't for the training he had received in the past that allowed him to maintain his thinking, he might have fainted from his body's instinctive reaction.

I underestimated these people after all. I never expected to encounter such a seasoned veteran. What kind of pharmaceutical company is this?!

Charlott's gaze wavered as he tried to control his numb limbs, but he couldn't defy the laws of nature in the short term. Luckily, he had given the signal to begin the operation beforehand; otherwise, charging in alone would have been incredibly foolish. Even if he was restrained, it didn't matter; his comrades would soon rush to protect him. Once he recovered, he would reveal his trump card, if necessary, and make sure these people died here!

But...what about people?

To Charlott’s surprise, he received no support from his colleagues for a long time.

Because of the electric shock coursing through his body, Charlot's five senses were dulled. He heard a series of noises behind him, but he couldn't tell what was making the noise.

Charlott tried to turn his head, but his stiff neck, weakened by the high-voltage shock, prevented him from moving freely. His gaze inadvertently fell on Old Huang. He recognized him; this was the pawn of "Dragon Gate Rebirth," the most useless piece to be discarded.

The original plan was that after they completely annihilated the Rhodes Island group, they should also get rid of Huang Laogou, since only the dead would not leak secrets.

At this moment, Old Huang's face was contorted in agony, as if he had eaten excrement.

Even so, his eyes still gave Charlot the information he wanted, tiny glimmers of light reflected in his terrified gaze.

The red chess piece is placed on the chessboard.

The kingslayer didn't really leave. She first comforted Misha and told her not to go out, then came out of the back door of the house with the conman.

Twenty minutes ago, the Kingslayer was enjoying an incredibly delicious meal—the likes of which she had never tasted before—in the restaurant. Upon learning that she was consuming a dessert set worth one million Lungmen Dollars, equivalent to two thousand Red Gold, the impoverished girl Lyudmila trembled violently. While trying to appear nonchalant in front of Misha, she pressed down on her trembling legs and mentally planned how to elegantly dine and dash.

You didn't expect this, did you, Chaoshan? This is my escape route as the King Killer!

It wasn't until the waiter kindly reminded the Kingslayer that all guests of the BOSS... that is, Lin Lu, dine for free at Grand Maison Lungmen that the Kingslayer stopped trembling and, like a country girl just out of the countryside, shouted at the menu, "Give me one of everything!"

Time had never seemed to pass so slowly. Just as the kingslayer was overjoyed at finally receiving her meal, the conman approached her with a serious expression and told her...

"The boss has given you a mission, and he said that only you can complete it."

The conman glanced at the exquisite dishes on the table, paused, and said softly, "Of course, you can refuse."

The fragrant, high-grade meat was already being brought to his mouth with a fork when the Kingslayer blinked, his distant consciousness snapping back from the wonderful world of spices.

She glanced at the food shimmering on her fork, then looked up at the conman, and silently put the fork back on her plate.

Don't eat.

I absolutely will not eat it.

She worried that if she took that first bite, she wouldn't have the courage to make another decision.

The kingslayer abruptly stood up, viciously wiping the chocolate crumbs from his mouth, and put his mask back on.

"Walk."

At this moment, the servants of Grand Maison Lungmen all changed their views on the regicide.

You should know that this meal was carefully prepared by the head chef, just to let the BOSS's guests know just how high the BOSS's status is!

The army without borders can do everything, even the cookhouse is number one!

Someone who can put down the meat that's practically in their mouth and resist such temptation, and who sets off immediately upon hearing the BOSS's order, is no ordinary person.

The only pity is that such a carefully prepared meal could not be properly enjoyed.

The waiters sighed softly.

"Waiter, takeout!"

The kingslayer shouted with great vigor, leaving behind a majestic figure.

The waiters at Grand Maison Lungmen were jolted awake; they realized that this was the Queen Killer's recognition and appreciation of them.

She would never let down everyone who had worked so hard to prepare this meal.

Saving food is never outdated.

No wonder he's the boss's close friend!

Rumor has it that she single-handedly fought off the Lungmen branch's defense squad the day before yesterday to protect the BOSS, and she actually won! The intelligence team's con artists were all stuffed into the wall—yes, the one next to her. Ah, if it's her, I could probably entrust the BOSS to her with peace of mind, right?

After all, the boss isn't young anymore; it's about time he settled down and started a family...

The kingslayer left amidst the applause of the servants, looking bewildered. Misha followed behind her, seemingly guessing what had happened.