"Assault? Damn it! Not good!" Wright cursed in his heart.

Although Yato's "replenishment" ceremony in Socra underground, through the "replenishment" ritual of completely drawing out the red magic source power, and several battles with the unintentional and the lost, his physical fitness was greatly enhanced.

And since he came to this world, he has "naturally" possessed unparalleled spiritual power and meticulous observation ability.

But as he used all his muscles to control his body to dodge backwards, the "upper punch" move used by the pure black fist still hit his chest without bias.

"Dong!"

After his fist contacted Wright's chest, it made a dull sound of flesh colliding with metal.

The figure who belonged to the fist originally thought that with his all-out blow, not to mention that he could knock down Wright, at least he would have to feel the pain and escape in shame.

But the reality was beyond his expectations.

Wright's pure black eyes were briefly in a state of out of focus caused by surprise and confusion. After two or three seconds, Wright did not care about the scorching feeling caused by the impact on his chest.

He actually stretched out his right hand, which was also wearing black tactical gloves, grabbed the fist that was attacking him, and grabbed it hard.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly put his left hand into the gun holster at his waist, using the "Quick-drawing" action, one of the firearm courses, which he practiced specifically when shooting the driving range of the Chekavsk Legion Training Institute. He took out the "Mad Bear Card" pistol and pressed it straight onto the figure's forehead.

"Don't shoot, sir... no, yourselves, no, no, comrade. Don't shoot, I'm also a member of the legion in the camp." The figure begged for mercy.

"Who are you? Why did you attack me? Is it because of this woman? I advise you to take off your mask and tell the truth. Although the purpose of the guards requires us to protect humanity, my gun has slaughtered many unintentional people and losers. Don't you want me to treat you as the loser, right?" Wright said angrily.

An unsuppressible irritable feeling surged in his heart, although he had met the lost people such as [Temptation] Yato, [Disfierce] Kayas, [Shadow] Qiao Yin in the past month, and fought against them to win.

But most battles are forced, even attacks that are in a semi-coma state under the touch of the red magic source power.

But when it was his turn to face the humans attacking him with conscious awareness, he actually showed unprecedented rationality and decisiveness without any hesitation. When the "Mad Bear Card" pistol suppressed the attacker's forehead, he had already obtained the absolute right to suppress this small battle.

"I...I don't have a name. You know, some of the non-staff members hired by the Empire only have code names, no names. My code name is CK-0517. I am here to chase that woman, the woman with blonde hair behind you. She is the person we commanded by name. I heard that she is a woman related to the remains of the silent highlands." "CK-0517" said in a pleading tone.

Immediately afterwards, he took off the black mask at the top of a pure black combat uniform, revealing his ugly, unappreciative face.

It was a cheek covered with scars, spots and acne marks.

In Wright's opinion, it seemed that the man had an infectious disease with spots on his face when he was a child. After he recovered, he experienced countless battles, leaving scars made of either shots or sharp objects.

And some new scars and acne marks are still covered with some cloudy white stains, and some scarlet liquid is oozing out slightly, even emitting a disgusting smell like sweat, vomit and rotten animal bodies.

The upper part of his head was abnormally square, like the product of the skull being squeezed and deformed by frequent wear of some square helmet, and his chin was unusually sharp, as if it had been caused by repair surgery after many battles.

But overall, if there was no black mask covering it, no one could tell that he actually had a face that was generally triangular!

"Moros, is there a situation where the non-staff has a code name but no name?" Wright didn't want to look directly at this "tragic" face and turned to ask Moros.

After all, for Molos, who is a civilian in his capacity as a "battlefield inspector", his knowledge reserves are obviously better than the other three people in the team.

"Yes, this phenomenon does exist. The legions in the wasteland sometimes recruit some humans with insufficient combat experience, low combat ability, and do not belong to the category of psychics as a supplementary source of soldiers. After all, most of those who can become non-staff members do not want to work in urban factories, or most of them do not have these skills. But Wright, you should ask him more information about this woman." Molos's attention was obviously on this woman with long brown hair and blood-stained body.

"Yes, woman. Judging from the accent, her imperial language is much purer than you and me. I think her identity has a certain uniqueness. I think you should tell me the truth. Also, your two companions hidden behind should also appear. If they want to escape, I will pull the trigger without hesitation." Wright threatened viciously.

For those who are not sympathetic and who are free to hurt and play with their kind, there is a natural disgust in Wright's heart.

This is not the mood of the Virgin, but a habit that needs to be maintained simply in order not to be affected by the subtle invasion of unintentional viruses in the air, water sources and every corner of the land.

Once human beings forget all the excellent emotions that belong to human beings, they will definitely fall into spiritual collapse and eventually become greedy, angry and bloody, become madman, or become an existence of unintentional people.

This is also an important part of the "Safety Code" of the Socrates Guards.

"Okay...sir." "CK-0517" agreed.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head slightly, heading towards the fairly white wall of the bungalow, shouting in a slightly sharp voice that had changed its usual tone:

“18,19, come here.”

A few seconds later, accompanied by the sound of messy footsteps, two young men, who were about one meter six in height, wearing simple body armor and tactical protective gear covered with scarlet dirt, appeared in front of several people in a panic look.

"As well as an extra-staff?" Wright asked in a heavy tone.

"Yes, CK0518 and CK0519. They have just grown up, and I hope you can be proud and not hurt them. 18, 19, put down your weapons!" "CK-0517" ordered loudly, hoping to ensure the safety of life as much as possible by surrendering the weapon.

After all, the protection of the same kind by the imperial soldiers is obvious to all. In the education of the Sun-Nepal Empire for all kinds of people, the imperial soldiers are trustworthy objects.

Besides, this is in the army camp outside the Dunusk ruins.

Under the angry orders made by "CK-0517" deliberately to save his life, "0518" and "0519" reluctantly threw the miscellaneous rifle in their hands underground, and raised their hands above their heads to surrender.

"Very good." Wright's mouth raised slightly. He glanced at the two young men with a black look with reluctance and panic, and then looked at the woman who was trembling and hugging his left arm tightly at some point. After thinking for a moment, he asked:

"Now tell me who a woman is, why do you pursue her, and why I heard your curses just now."

"She is." "CK-0517" looked up in panic and looked at the woman snuggled behind Wright, but then, after looking at the woman for a second, a more panic-like emotion appeared in his eyes than a woman.

He dared not continue to look straight into the woman's eyes, as if the woman was the legendary snake-haired banshee "Medusa". Anyone who looked directly into him would be turned into a pillar of salt or stone, and would lose his life forever.

"She is a woman saved by a professor from the city of Chekavsk. She heard that she is the 'semi-lost witch' who is transforming into the Lost. Some time ago, she was almost sent to the 'Yongming Square' to carry out the crime of flame punishment."

When the "CK-0517" is narrated, he always keeps his head low and hangs, as if a child has made a mistake.

But Wright could vaguely see a light that was intertwined by blue, red and black in his consciousness. Wright seemed to have vaguely understood the definition of these three colors in his subconscious.

One represents melancholy, one represents anger and fear, and the last represents despair.

Wright blinked hard, and the color just now disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared.

Without carefully thinking about whether the situation just now was an hallucination or the spirit was invaded by some force, Wright turned his head again and looked at the woman who was already curled up. It was precisely because of the cold air that had just passed by, and a hint of pity appeared in his heart.

The execution ceremony of Chekavsk's "Yongming Square" was attended by Wright. At that time, most of the women were dressed beautifully and even wore heavy makeup, which had the identity characteristics of medieval witches in the past world.

Moreover, their strange and strange actions that had their foreheads turned clockwise before they died had a profound impact on Wright.

But no matter what, he could not associate those "witches" who were punished by fire with the woman behind him who was dressed in ragged, dirty, and even slightly charmingly radiantly worthy of love.

"Is it true?" Leite questioned, and then used the "Crazy Bear" pistol to hit "CK-0517" on the forehead to show threats.

"It's true, and that professor once said. In fact, those women are half-lost people who are transforming towards the lost. Their latest research result is the research report called "S-099" that the half-lost people are the product of the combination of humans and the lost people. But if their blood is treated with some special treatment, normal humans can also become half-lost people directly. They are more powerful than psychopaths, and they can even use some of the skills of the lost people. It is difficult for them to fall into mental breakdown immediately. They do not have the ability to infect and do not have the existence of instantly mutating into unintentional people, but they will become the real losers who belong to the enemy as time goes by." "CK-0517" explained seriously.

Under the multiple threats of the "Mad Bear" pistol that seemed powerful and powerful, unconsciously oozing out of the thirty-cm-long, double-headed eagle-shaped pattern in his hand, under the multiple threats of the "Mad Bear Card" pistol that looked powerful, which seemed powerful.

He chose to tell the full information he knew. After all, if the Legion really destroyed an extra member, they would naturally not attract much extra attention as "consumables".

"The half-lost is a brand new term." Wright whispered.

"Yes, I've vaguely read this kind of content in the Socra City before, but it just flashed and left no impression. Moreover, there has been no information about fighting against such enemies in the empire's operations for more than ten years. Perhaps it is a new discovery." Molos added.

"Semi-Lost..." As Wright pondered about the relevant memory fragments, his brain suddenly felt a tingling pain, as if he was electrocuted.

After enduring the expression of pain, Wright gritted his teeth and spit out the information conclusion quickly formed from the "inspiration" that had just flashed through his sudden flash.

"Is it related to the quiet highland? Now all the three major churches of the Lost are stationed there, and the ultimate goal of the Empire and the Lost are to compete for the highlands. I believe you non-staff members have heard of it."

"This... well, it's true. The professor seemed to have said that this woman could understand the 'confused song' and would not fall into madness. Originally, the professor gave her to us to the institute under the silent high ground, but because the railway line was destroyed, we could only stay here first. So, she escaped from the bungalow and was caught by you. But sir, if she could not be sent to the high ground safely, the professor would not be able to spare us. He implanted a product of the old Cruzd Empire's legacy technology on our chests, a tiny mechanical bomb. As long as it was not removed at the specified time, we would die. So," as he said, "CK-0517" actually knelt on his knees and begged to Wright in an extremely humble tone:

"You are also a psychic. I know that you can avoid my fists and have the ability to react and observe beyond me. So I don't pray to fight you, but I hope you can return the woman to us. We want to live."

Just as Wright's lips were twitching and he was about to organize his language to come up with an idea that could not only retain women but not cause several "no-staff" to be injured, Bret seemed to read out his inner concerns, took the lead, bent over halfway, stepped forward in three or two steps and walked up to "CK-0517" and said in a thick voice:

"It is impossible for a woman to return it to you again. Since she is related to the 'confused singing' and the silent highlands, it will just help us complete the mission of the Socra Guard. You should have heard that the Socra Council is also a group of things that eat people and don't spit bones."

"Brett, I actually want to..."

Before Wright could finish his words, "CK-0517" eyes suddenly turned around.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to have made a great determination, and used his hands, who had experienced countless dangerous battles, to quickly grasp Wright's left hand holding the "Mad Bear Card" rifle, and "helped him" pull the trigger.

bump!

The sound of shootings of the "Crazy Bear" pistol was almost exploded. At the same time, a silver bullet penetrated the head of "CK-0517" along the predetermined track.

A gorgeous "Red Boat" with a bloody smell suddenly bloomed on the back of his head.

As his body fell helplessly, and his eyes that were bulging out quickly, some scarlet blood, white objects that looked like "bean flowers", and some flesh-colored tissues also came outwards like streams, uncontrollably from the center of "Red River".

"Brother!" "CK-0518" and "CK-0519" cried angrily at the same time.

Just as Wright had not yet completely relieved from the sudden shock, the two of them quickly took out a saber of silver-white shiny brightness from their waists and stabbed Wright.

bump!

Table Tennis!

Brett and Molos shot through the chests at the fastest speed at the same time. What surprised them was that the bullet made of brass easily penetrated the hearts of the two young men's non-staff, and did not seem to make any crisp sounds that hit the metal.

"It seems that the professor deceived them." Molos shrugged and teased.

"Um--"
Chapter completed!