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On this day, the Kingslayer was ranked fifth on the Army Without Borders' internal leaderboard as the most suitable partner for the BOSS.

"..."

The Kingslayer silently slammed the head of the Royal Guard squad member against the wall, making a dull thud.

The safe houses built by Army Without Borders are far stronger than imagined, and they also have force sensors. Not long ago, the swindlers discovered the situation after reviewing the surveillance footage because the safe houses in the slums received an impact force exceeding the threshold. They immediately reported it to Lawyer Lin.

Lin Lu originally intended to let only the king killer and the swindler deal with it, but Misha insisted on going along, and he chose to respect her opinion.

Misha came here with them not to freeload, but because she was waiting for Lin Lu to come and rescue people after he got his equipment!

Lin Lu wouldn't blindly think "it's for Misha's own good" and demand that she stay at Grand Maison Lungmen.

This is not protection for her at all, but imprisonment.

"It's you! It's you! It's you!"

The Kingslayer sidestepped a sneak attack from a Royal Guard officer, her agile figure shifting behind him with a complex web of movements. She grabbed the officer by the back of the head and slammed him against another officer on the other side. The two officers' heads collided heavily, producing a loud thud, and their helmets cracked open.

"It's all your fault! You made me miss my meal!!"

The regicide did not use a carbon alloy short blade, but instead used a pair of thin red and white gloves that Lin Lu had given her.

She didn't know what material the gloves were made of; they were very light, but their resistance in all aspects was quite high. This allowed her to catch blades with her bare hands, and she could even crush the standard-issue longsword of the Royal Guard Bureau. She could also scrape deep grooves into the walls of the safe house with her bare hands. They were incredibly useful.

It was said that Chaoshan prepared this as a gift for Lin Lü's return, but Lin Lü said he didn't need it and asked Chaoshan if he could give it to someone else.

After obtaining the giver's consent, Lin Lu directly threw this legendary treasure of the Yan Kingdom to the regicide.

The reason is simple: Lin Lu, the hunter of the Warm Nikki, thinks that the Kingslayer suits red and white very well, and it looks just right when worn.

Chaoshan smiled and said, "Sister, you look really good in that," but her smile was full of murderous intent.

The foolish regicide grinned foolishly, completely unaware that he was being watched.

"how come--"

Charlott's eyes widened; he hadn't expected his elite squad to be defeated so easily.

He tried to muster all his strength to forcefully control his paralyzed body, but a muffled thud of a gun came from afar.

A sharp pain shot through his left shoulder. Charlot slowly lowered his head and realized that a bullet had pierced his shoulder, along with the recording device hanging there!

Blood and foam, mingling with fragments of sophisticated instruments, swirled and fell onto the muddy ground, the metallic sheen reflecting on Charlott's terrified face.

"How is that possible! How could a weak and powerless gun possibly hurt me!"

Charlot roared. To the Yan Kingdom warriors, who were skilled in using all sorts of concealed weapons, firearms were useless. Only useless people would use such useless weapons, and he disdained them. Even though the Guard Bureau offered sniper training, he refused to participate and even mocked others.

Now that Charlott has been pierced through the flesh by a gun bullet and his recorder has been shattered, how could he not be furious!?

"here you go."

Amiya looked up and gave a thumbs-up to the red-haired figure standing on the high platform in the distance.

Penguin Logistics special agent Exusiai slowly raised the gun in her hand.

She lightly flicked her index and middle fingers with her left hand, gracefully stroking her long, thin bangs.

You can always trust Exusiai.

"Amiya, can I stab him twice?"

Franka asked the question while heating the rapier in her hand.

Amiya glanced at the fragments of the recorder scattered on the ground, then looked up at the Royal Guard squad behind her, which was being suppressed by the Kingslayer alone.

"I'm going to hand him over to Commander Chen's men next, understand?"

"I understand, I understand." Franka nodded obediently like a chick pecking at rice.

“…Don’t mess things up,” Amiya cautioned, certain that these people weren’t sent by Superintendent Chen. She also had a feeling that this group had some connection to the Lungmen youths who had started the riots in the slums.

"Got it~"

Franka smiled and raised her incandescent rapier. She squinted and swung the rapier.

"Don't think about it!"

Charlott had by then regained his ability to move.

With his powerful martial arts physique, Charlot immediately retreated, moving more than ten meters away from his original position in an instant.

But to his utter surprise, Franka still managed to stab him in the right shoulder.

A fragrant breeze caressed my face, and a flash of intense white light disappeared in an instant.

"Sorry, I anticipated your prediction."

Franka, who had decided to take the plunge from the very beginning, said without a smile.

Chapter 244 The Sentinel (4K)

Faced with the ultra-high temperature of the thermite sword, Charlot's Royal Guard standard armor and tough warrior body were completely useless.

An indescribable, excruciating pain shot through his right shoulder, causing Charlot to howl in agony. He could clearly feel his flesh and bones being melted and pierced. The intense pain made him wish he could just pass out, but his mind remained conscious despite the excruciating agony that exceeded the limits of human endurance.

There's something wrong with this sword!

Charlott's eyes widened; with a gun piercing his left shoulder, he was powerless to resist.

As wisps of smoke rose, Franka slowly drew her slender sword, seeing that the person was almost cooked.

"Haa, haa... Ah—!!"

Just when Charlot thought it was finally over, Franka slammed her feet down twice, and a flash of white light ripped through the air like lightning. The girl confidently sheathed her sword, and a cloud of mist billowed from its scabbard as she walked towards the direction of the Thunder Serpent.

Behind Franka, Charlott collapsed to his knees, parallel bloody holes appearing on both knees, and a faint smell of burning filled the air.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Amiya knew why Franka was acting, which was why she allowed Franka to carry out this action.

"Serve the leaders!"

Franka said respectfully, turning around and reaching out to embrace Razer, who was still recovering from exhaustion.

“Lei Degang, do you prefer the pink bow or the red bow? If you don’t say anything, I’ll tie the pink bow to your horn… Three, two, one! Okay, I’ve changed my mind, I’ll tie it to your tail! Ouch, it’s quite slippery…”

Amiya shook her head helplessly, ignoring Franka who was playing a prank while Liskarm was immobilized, and took a step forward.

She planned to first help the Kingkiller resolve the current situation before asking him if he knew the Doctor's whereabouts.

The Kingkiller was also present when the Doctor disappeared from the Lungmen Administrative Office.

"Ha...hahahaha!"

A piercing laugh rang out beside Amiya as Charlot, whose arms and legs had been crippled, knelt on the ground. Half of his face was contorted in agony, while the other half remained unchanged thanks to his years of martial arts training, giving him an indescribably grotesque appearance.

"Don't think this is the end."

Charlot, forcing a smile through his pain, said coldly, "We've sent out more than just people from here."

Amiya frowned slightly. She had a feeling that Charlot's words had a hidden meaning, but she didn't know what it meant.

“…Instructor Dobermann, could you please come over here for a moment?” Amiya pressed her communication headset, her gaze icy. “Yes, this is reward time.”

Indeed, interrogation matters should be left to professionals.

Amiya thought for a moment, then glanced at the old man Huang, who was trapped in the seven-day lock of the heavy-armored operator Rock's unbreakable bond.

"Alas--!!"

Old Huang was startled by Amiya's gaze; she looked at him as if he were a piece of dried meat about to be dried out.

"Don't even think about running away."

Amiya said calmly as she walked towards the lone kingslayer.

The once-imposing Royal Guard squad was doomed the moment the Kingslayer appeared. Neither the Sarkaz mercenaries nor the Borderless Army's defense squad could stop her, let alone this group of ragtag soldiers. If it weren't for their Royal Guard uniforms, which might have gotten them into serious trouble, they would have been in serious trouble. If the Kingslayer had drawn her short blades to fight, the time difference would have been reduced by about two-thirds.

“It feels so good.”

The regicide stood with her hands on her hips, looking refreshed. The long-awaited warm-up exercise made this hyperactive person feel physically and mentally happy.

These past two days, she's been staying obediently in the safe house to take care of Lin Lu, not even daring to stray too far during patrols, which has been driving her crazy. The Kingslayer is too embarrassed to go downstairs to find the Borderless Army's defense squad. Hello everyone, have you eaten yet? Eaten? Even better if you have! I'll beat you all until you vomit!

Amiya slowly lowered her hand, the black arc of light dissipated, and there was no longer any Guardian personnel standing there.

"Miss Kingslayer, I never expected to meet you here."

Amiya smiled gently and got straight to the point without saying a word: "Do you know where the Doctor is?"

"I know."

"Yeah?!"

Amiya's eyes lit up, and all the coldness melted away like the first snow melting in the spring breeze, turning into gentle ripples of warmth.

She awaited the Kingslayer's reply, and also hoped that the Doctor would suddenly appear from somewhere, even if it was just coming out of the house—wait, if the Doctor was in the house, then what was Rhodes Island doing for all those days that he and the Kingslayer hadn't come back?

Amiya then realized that the Kingslayer was one of her strongest rivals!

“I don’t know the specifics, but the Law sent me here to rescue people.” The Kingslayer thought hard, slightly raising her head to clear her mind of the food, and earnestly reiterated her mission, “He told me to protect the children!”

"You even have children?!"

Amiya exclaimed, but she quickly covered her mouth and turned to look at the safe house.

If she were to enter and see the Doctor and the Kingkiller's child, she didn't know if she would have the courage to face it.

It's only been two days!!

Have you mastered Terra's core technology?

I, as the legal representative of a pharmaceutical company, have never heard of such a thing!

“No, no…” The Kingslayer’s emoticon mask showed a shy expression. She recalled that last week in the private ward on the Rhodes Island ship, Lin Lu had ambiguously reminded her about marriage and having children in the future.

The Kingslayer pointed to the children around Ansuo and said, "They are the ones I need to protect."

Amiya finally understood what the Kingslayer meant. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief as her blank mind finally regained its rationality.

"Could you put it simply and tell me what has happened from the day before yesterday until now?"

“Well… Lu was injured in the administration building. He and I came here with that purple-haired girl to heal. He just woke up today,” the Kingkiller said succinctly, concealing the matter of the Borderless Army from the past two days.

Although the regicide was not good at thinking, it did not mean she was stupid; she simply disliked the process of thinking.

The borderless army must have a different meaning for Lin Lu, and no one can force him to accept it unless he is willing to do so.

"That's really concise..."

Amiya, rubbing her throbbing head, asked, "Where is the Doctor? Is he in his room?"

"No."

The king killer shook his head.

"But someone knows where he went, wait a minute..."

The king-killer looked around and shouted "Liar!" twice, but no one responded.

She slowly tilted her head, asking in confusion, "Where is everyone?"

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"Long time no see, Sentry."

The middle-aged man in the black cloak slowly lit a menthol cigarette and took a deep drag.

The thirsty lungs thoroughly enjoyed the coolness, then exhaled thick white mist from their mouths.

Before him, a Sarkaz man in a grey robe crushed the neck of an infected man in a white robe and picked up the crude mask the man was wearing.

"You conman...it's good that you're still alive."

The sentry looked at the sticky blood on his hands and gently smeared it on the tattered military flag, the bottom of his gray visor glowing with a faint turquoise.

"I can't die even if I want to. Would the Grim Reaper dare to take a rotten person like me?" The conman shrugged, whether he was joking or mocking himself, and asked, "Now that you're back, why don't you come to the paradise for a get-together? Everyone... well, at least I miss you."

The conman lit his cigarette, the smoldering butt falling to the ground. He took a deep drag, letting the nicotine fill his lungs. Because he was supervising Misha, he was always surrounded by children, which meant he had to endure his nicotine craving for a whole week.

“Some people don’t want me to come back.”

The sentry stared at the corpses scattered on the ground; these were the white-robed men who had slaughtered the Lungmen people before him and then retreated.