"There is no. 559, the City Lord's Mansion Guard, went out to work from July 22, 2016 to August 13, 2016. The troops they encountered were not allowed to stop the city defense officers and soldiers. The City Lord: Lance Hicks Havel."

After carefully looking at the letter in his hand, the white man who came out of the room looked at Fang Yuanshan again, saw the bulging backpack behind him, and inadvertently said: "Can you tell me what you are doing when you leave the city so late?"

"I……"

Before he could express his reasons for editing, two men had already walked over there and shouted from afar: "Hey, Steven, Chief Greenton is here, he asks you to go there immediately."

Hearing the words "Glinton", the white man put down the official letter in his hand, turned around and left in a hurry.

Fang Yuanshan, who picked up the letter, shook at the black man before and said, "Can I leave?"

The black man waved his hand, and the steel plate on the ramp ahead slowly fell down. Fang Yuanshan, who had put away the documents, walked towards the front without any haste. After stepping over the iron gate, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After hearing Ruth's words, he realized how lucky he was. The steel wall on the west side was not only powered by high voltage, but also a pressure detector. When an object with a certain weight climbed up, it would immediately trigger the alarm and power the "smuggler" above it into coke.

As for insulated gloves, it's a joke in the face of bioelectricity.

Why didn't he touch the alarm? I guess he was just maintaining it last night. Who knows?

Shortly after Fang Yuanshan left, the bald inspector had already arrived at the checkpoint and said as he walked: "This person's danger coefficient has reached B+ level. Everyone must be vigilant. If he passes from here, call for support. Try not to conflict with the other party head-on."

After explaining it, the Inspector Glinton stopped leaving, opened the door of the monitoring room and walked in, then went to the chair, closed his eyes and rested.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the sky outside became brighter and brighter. At eight o'clock in the morning, the instigator opened his eyes, stretched his waist and stood up from the chair.

"Hey, Steven, where is my coffee?"

The white man walking back and forth outside the surveillance room finally woke up when he saw the detective. He opened the door handle and walked in with a panic look on his face: "Mr. Glinton, there is a not-so-great news that the city lord was killed in his bedroom this morning, and it was discovered by the maid at home."

".~Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I'm sorry, this news has just been heard."

Suddenly, the strong white man looked pale and trembling with his lips, "Today... at 5:10 am today, someone has passed the pass with the city lord's handwriting."

"What, is there such a thing? Hurry up, call out the surveillance video and show me."

The white man was so scared that he walked quickly to the surveillance camera, turned back the time to the morning scene after turning on the computer screen.

When he saw that face, the Grinton looked ashen and gritted his teeth, "You bastard, you let the suspect go."

"Yes... I'm sorry, Lord Glinton, but the other party was indeed the Lord's warrant, I..."

The detective raised his wrist and looked at the time below the screen, and found that three hours had passed.

Three hours were enough for the murder suspect who made the city of Molika so messed up and flew away.

Indeed, Fangyuan Mountain was already hundreds of kilometers away at this time.

Walked around a large circle in the vast primitive jungle, and continued to move towards the central area to the east.

The world in this dimension is artificially divided into five administrative regions, namely east, west, south, and central royal areas.

According to his understanding, his current location is probably in the "Sahara" desert, but it is no longer endless yellow sand, but broken houses and broken ridges, and devastated windbreakers are sometimes mixed with tilted windbreakers.

In order to avoid accidents, he did not walk on the road, but crossed through the wilderness. When people appeared in his eyes, he stood on a high hill and looked over.

Unlike the "Molika" city built like a hedgehog, the city ahead seems to be unprepared, without walls, guard posts, moats, etc., it is well-connected everywhere.

Such an environment is really good for a person like him. Most of the day's rushing march made him very physically and mentally exhausted. He urgently needs to stop and rest now.

It took half an hour to jump and move on the road that is uneven and intersecting with potholes and gullies.

I didn't rush to go in, but looked around the outside first.

The city was once full of old buildings, and many of them showed signs of damage, as if it had been baptized by artillery fire.

In the southwest corner, an altar-like building still stands, which is the only place where he sees it is still intact.

The three-meter-high altar was made of granite stones. He bent over and touched it. The fine patterns were carved very exquisitely. The vicissitudes of time flowed on the stones, which made him unconsciously feel pious when he was observing closely.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Just as he was about to climb up to take a look, four or five strong men with naked upper bodies appeared in the empty building in the southeast corner.

Among these people are Asians, Mediterranean race, and one is obviously like the Nordic side.

When these people jumped out of the collapsed wall, he saw clearly that the people were carrying guns around their waists. They had already taken out the guns when they were more than ten meters away from him and opened the insurance.

"Hey, you damn it. Oops, stand there and don't move, or you'll blow your head."

He stood up and shrugged helplessly, "I'm just a passerby, just curious for a moment, so there's no need to make a fuss."

"Ah hahaha... Luqi, did you hear what he said? I'm just a passerby, I'm just curious~"

The small Mediterranean man walking in the front shrugged his shoulders like Fang Yuanshan, with the expression on his face as much as he deserves to be beaten.

Just after he finished laughing, he suddenly raised his large-caliber pistol, aimed at Fang Yuanshan's head and scolded: "You damn it, now immediately put down the bag on your shoulders and take off your coat."

"His shoes."

The Mediterranean man with a thick beard looked at his accomplices, then looked at the double-layer cowhide boots at the foot of Fang Yuan, and his eyes lit up, "Yes, yes, and your shoes, hurry up, take them off."

I originally thought it was something big, but I didn't expect that I met a group of robbers and said speechlessly: "I..."

"Shut up, you damn white pig, do as I say now, or I'll blow your head, hurry up~"

It was already very unhappy to be threatened by someone with a gun. Unexpectedly, even the words were interrupted. He was exhausted from his patience, and his body moved slightly, and the person had disappeared from their eyes.

"Puff~"

"Puff..."

Two white lights flashed in the air, and the "thump" sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was recalled.

The few people who were still in a daze felt their wrists numb for a moment, and then they felt a chill on their wrists. When they looked down, their gun-holding hand had disappeared.

"ah……"

"ah……"

".,., my hand, my hand...ah~" When he saw his bloody wrist, several people immediately hugged their arms and howled.

"Close my mouth, or the next stab will be your throat."

"Woooooooooooooo~"

"Plop..."

Two clever men were so scared that they fell to their knees on the ground, holding their bloody arms, kowtowed repeatedly, and wailing: "Please... please let us go. We are just some gangsters. Killing us will not do you any good."

He glanced at the blood that was flowing out of their wrists and sneered: "Where is this?"

"This is a zone where three people are involved, and they are all people who have committed crimes and fled in the area."

"About how many people are there?"

The thin Mediterranean man cried in broken English: "Woooo, maybe 70,000 or 80,000, maybe about 100,000, I really don't know much."

"The last question, if I answered it well, I will let you see a doctor. If you don't answer well, you will die here."

He paused and asked, "Is there any master here, or someone you can understand as having special abilities."

"I don't know, I'm just the bottom gangster. I swear I really don't know. Please, let's go."

Seeing him, he didn't seem to be telling lies, frowned and thought for a while, "Please keep your mouth in mind. If you say something randomly, you won't have to say anything in the future."

"Get out~"

"Thank you, thank you~"

Four or five people struggled to get up, holding their broken hands, staggered towards the wall, and took off their clothes to bandage the broken hands to prevent death from excessive blood loss.

He is not familiar with this place and now he likes to keep his hands on his work (he saw those figures walking away, and he stood there for a while but still hung behind him.

He jumped into the broken wall and followed the group of people through some alleys. When he saw them entering a house without a gate, he jumped on the spot, jumping directly onto the roof like a hero who had been high in ancient times.

Follow the top cover and walk to the middle of the house, then look in the four-dimensional image.

It turned out to be a private hospital with operating tables, utensils and medicines in it. There were also two women wearing nurses' uniforms who were helping to get started.

Seeing that nothing unusual was happening, he jumped off the roof and walked towards the city.

The houses here are generally mainly two-story buildings, and the doors of each household are closed. When they saw him, a stranger, pass by, the people who were hiding behind the windows and stealing, immediately pulled up the curtains.

"Hey, boy, raise your hands~"
Chapter completed!