My Heroic Life

The next evening, the sun set.

Roland leaned back on his office chair and watched the sun disappear into the high-rise buildings. He looked like an old fried dough stick at work and fished in the sunset. He raised his hand to check the time and found that it was time for get off work, so he stood up and packed his things. Ready to go home.

This is the Uruk News Agency in the city center, Roland's own independent office, and the main location for his activities.

Here, he is a 9 to 5 office worker. I don’t know why he is highly valued by the leader. With an independent office, he can spend his time out at will. He likes to drink tea but also coffee. He is kind and has a good relationship with colleagues. Of course, when the time comes, they will be as active as ordinary people.

But in fact, more than 50% of the shares of this Uruk News Agency have been acquired by the Lan Group. Roland is the real owner of this company, and he selects several pieces of information that can be revealed from the Intelligence Department every day. Bringing it to the newspaper is his main achievement.

Ordinary office workers, this is what Mr. Roland created for himself.

Roland, who was walking in the crowd, put on his hat and glasses to hide his appearance as much as possible, while thinking about the assassination action to be carried out tonight.

Because of the information given by Enqidu, Roland specifically urged everyone to be careful this time, but thinking of the action plan he saw last night, he suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Speaking of it, the plans in the organization in the past two years have been smooth, and Yuan Laiguang and the others seem to be a bit slack. Although they have also arranged a lot of responders, but...

"Forget it, stop by."

The man said so and stepped forward. On the other side, a middle-aged man with a reflective head and invisible toes was getting out of the car surrounded by more than 20 guards on the road where the car was driving. This is extremely greasy. The man's name is Bach, and he is one of the Babylonian MPs.

At this time, the middle-aged man was surrounded by more than 20 people, marching toward the building not far away. Since receiving the news that he was going to be assassinated, Senator Bacher had made sufficient preparations.

Although the empress Semiramis promised that he would be fine as long as he didn't act rashly and asked him not to walk around and continue to serve, but with a sense of crisis, he chose to protect himself and spent a lot of money to ask for these. Mystery worshippers are protected 24 hours a day.

As for the little girl apostles sent to him?He didn't want any of them, just kidding. Now in Uruk, who doesn't know the power of the mysterious admirer, the combat power and methods are not comparable to those of the Rauchi warriors, and Bacher knows this too well.

And the building in front of me is the headquarters of a mysterious admirer organization. As long as you enter here, you can sit back and relax, and his life will be saved. When the limelight passes, these guys can return to their old business...

"Thanks to you, now I don't even have to worry about accidental injuries. Chongtian, a big victory!"

"Hey?"

The abrupt voice of a girl came into his ears, and Bach, who was considering the potion reopening plan, suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. It was a cute girl in a light green dress. At this time, she was returning to her sword and smiling like a flower.

Knife?Wait, she is!

As soon as Bach thought about it, his color suddenly changed, and the next moment his body shook, blood pouring from his waist.

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Chapter 14 The hostage is dead, we can go up

"It's really an uncomfortable place here."

Inside the building, Souji Okita, disguised as an old woman, thought with a cane.

Although I knew it was a concentration camp for the evil party before I came here, I didn’t expect it to be such a level. There was a slight bloody smell in the air. It must be because of the illegal experiment upstairs, and the smell passed through the patio. It came out.

Although it was completely imperceptible to the heroic spirit, it was still too blatant.

The girl disguised as an old man frowned with a headache, and sat down on a chair beside her, pretending to take a rest, waiting for her goal.

Although Okita Souji was essentially a cold-blooded executioner, he could not say that he was a good person, but he was a person with normal concepts of good and evil.

She likes children, which is different from Atalante's psychological trauma, but purely as an ordinary person. She likes to watch the children play and always feel very energetic.

But recently, a case in the group made her very uncomfortable. A mysterious group actually abducted and killed children to refine some potion. He was very angry at the incident. Today, she is here to execute this incident. Behind the scenes.

"Obviously everyone has worked hard, but there are still a lot of wicked people, Miko-sama is very hard."

The girl stroked the crutch in her hand and muttered to herself, thinking of her favorite chief involuntarily.

Although Okita Soji looks serious, but he is actually the kind of person who can have no barriers to contact with people who accept him from the bottom of his heart, just like family members, and one of the most important people who accepts from the heart is Miko.

Although Mr. Tokata also exists like his elder brother, Mr. Miko feels more... In short, he is very close and wants to feel closer. Sometimes when he smiles at her, his heart beats faster and he treats her sickness. Very considerate.

As the master, he is a perfect existence, caring about all his subordinates, and sometimes even makes the head office feel jealous, just like the previous story of Ba Yuqian.

I really want him to look at me more...Huh?No way, no, what on earth was thinking, unexpectedly lost in the task!

The cranky girl patted her cheek to cheer up, and outside the gate, a man surrounded by guards got out of the car.

Seeing the situation outside, Mr. Okita's eyes narrowed for a moment. She stood up and walked outside the door. The rich experience allowed Mr. Okita to see the true identity of the guards and the layers of the fat man. Defense magic.

It is a very advanced defensive attire. If it is an ordinary apostle or even a heroic spirit, it may be difficult to kill him with a single blow, and then he will be dragged into a protracted battle, but it is a pity that these are for the Chief Secretary Useless.

Because of these, she couldn't stop her magic sword that could make things fall apart.

"Killing a child makes Miko-sama hate the guy so much, only death."

The Yingfa girl smiled and said, the next moment, the wooden stick turned into a knife, and the sword shot out.

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In front of the building on the street, it is now a scene of purgatory.

The stumps and limbs were all over the floor, blood was gushing like a fountain, and the villain who was the target was also severely cut. Even in this world with highly developed medical technology, this kind of slashed guy couldn't fight back.

In other words, the task is complete.

The girl from Yingfa breathed a sigh of relief at this point. Originally, I heard that a newly formed hostile organization had been spotted, and even a goddess had joined it. I thought there would be some problems. Isn't it normal?

The girl who thought this way threw a few explosive smoke bombs at her feet as usual, and at the same time used a skill called Shuchi to move quickly, and she was transferred to a nearby motorcycle between several flashes.

When the crowd panicked due to the smoke, the blonde motorcycle with sunglasses started the engine, and the motorcycle accelerated explosively with the roar, quickly throwing away the scenery behind him at an unimaginable speed.

"The solution was so fast, did it go well this time?"

"Yes, it went so smoothly beyond imagination. Kim Shie came to take me to transfer and felt a bit fussy."

"Haha, you can't say that, after all, the boss of Miko said that, why should we pay attention to it...huh?"

The smiling blond man suddenly stopped talking. In the rearview mirror of the speeding locomotive, he seemed to see a light flashing in the sky. Sakata Kintoki was taken aback for a moment, then his complexion changed drastically.

"not good!"

"boom---!"

The man’s big drink was covered by the violent roar, but this was not the end. The golden light bullets continued like rolling jade beads. It was better than the bombing of missiles covering the entire area. The gravel on the highway was splashed with smoke and dust. The vehicles that were behind him suddenly braked, and the rasping sound of the tires and the ground were constantly rubbing, and the red lights were connected.

In the sky, Ishtar, floating high in the sky, continued to shoot while shouting angrily at the communication equipment.

"Although it means that you are allowed to act at will, isn't it a zero score when the protection target is dead? Really, what are you thinking about!"

"Hey, Ishtar, don't shoot on the highway. What if someone is dead? Isn't my task going to be aggravated again?"

"Huh? Now this situation can only be done! What about other people? Answer me."