The supervisor does not die from a debt

"Not getting worse, huh...really missed the answer."

Reimu swung the black sledgehammer in his hand in a whirl, and smashed the barrier in front of her and the supervisor without the slightest intention of keeping his hands. As a result, all that jumped out were immune and harmless, and the supervisor had two The ponytail fluttered behind him.

"She said, you can go."

The sharp rapier easily pierced the barrier and pointed at Reimu’s throat. She quickly withdrew, but the supervisor moved faster than her. After the supervisor moved, the light green barrier shrank to approximately The extent to which he was wrapped, and then changed directions with the supervisor.

To be honest, looking at the series of white injuries that jumped out of Reimu's head, the supervisor felt it was quite novel--especially, she couldn't come up with a plan to deal with herself in the first place. What does this mean?

"Yes, that's it. I am now omnipotent, Reimu! This is the power of the first and last directors, how could you defy me with this ability!"

The supervisor now has full confidence, and he is completely worthy of the number of dead flags in what he said.

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PS:...... Ah so tired, please ask for a ticket and a blade, that's it!

829. Is it a mistake to challenge heroes with restrained units?

Five minutes later, the supervisor looked nervously at the damage slot that was about to bottom out. The rapier in his hand had been thrown away and replaced with two well-regulated straight swords... After all, Miss Future looked like a second-sword abnormality.

In front of him, there is the smashed ground and the ruined hall of the first district of the headquarters, while in front of the supervisor, Reimu is carrying a very strangely shaped sword. Slowly walked towards the supervisor.

The supervisor quickly projected the straight sword, and the moment she was about to touch Reimu, she was opened by the weird big sword she wielded, and even the dim eyes on the sword looked at the supervisor.

As if it were'alive', and this was definitely not an illusion. In the previous few minutes of fighting, the supervisor had clearly and clearly understood that the harm it can cause is not just a certain color.

It is a mixed damage. No matter how the supervisor adjusts the protective barrier of Miss Future, it will eventually be penetrated, taking away a large damage slot steadily.

Had it not been for the supervisor to increase the damage slot cap to [Miracle Orchestra], he would not be able to linger in a certain degree of defensive counterattack, but would be killed on the spot.

Seeing Reimu quickly rushed towards him again, the supervisor efficiently jumped up and stepped on the twisted metal plate that was penetrated and exploded from the inside out, avoiding Reimu’s seemingly disorderly wave. Turning over in midair projected two straight swords.

Then, before landing, two straight swords were gathered again, and when they were about to project again, they saw Reimu retreating at a faster speed than the charge, and at the same time whirling and slashing, the whole person collided as if flying at low altitude.

Miss Mirae obviously suffered from the loss of combat experience. All actions followed the supervisor's own actions. Except for providing ammunition, until now only a few small exclaims or warnings to the supervisor, [Director of Disciplinary Department] took out again Something new, ready to trip the supervisor.

——The fourth stage, perhaps the most mad dog stage of Reimu, she smashed the black hammer and liberated the black long blade, in exchange for relatively low protection ability...and extremely excellent combat ability .

It’s so good that the supervisor now really regrets it. Why did you release that kind of big talk before? Isn’t this a blow out!

But there is good news, that is that this full-out output form may be the last stage of Reimu. Every time she fails to cause a'lore' damage to the supervisor, she will squat on the ground for a while. , Seems to be gasping.

Judging from the lingering red streamer, she may have consumed those rays...er, almost consumed.

But this is not good news, because in Reimu’s mad dog-like sprint and slash, the supervisor’s last damage slot was also emptied, and the pale green barrier was broken—then, in the lower left corner of the line of sight, another slightly Short damage grooves appear.

You guys of A-level humanoids have unique skills, right?

The complaints in the supervisor's heart could not even be heard by Miss Future.When the damage slot was emptied and the barrier was broken, the supervisor felt a gust of wind blowing on his face, and his movements instantly became unbalanced. The whole person fell to the ground and rolled several times like a top.

Even the notes lingering around his body and the long sword in his hand dissipated, alive as if he had been beaten to release his transformation.

However, it is strange that Reimu did not continue to rush up. Although the red streamer agitated all over her looked very manic, she was able to calmly suppress this manic feeling, just walking over slowly with the big sword.

"Give up, according to your anomalous divergence process, now you should return to the containment chamber immediately instead of staying here, planning to fight back or do something."

Perhaps because the [Miracle Orchestra] was armed this time, Reimu seemed a little talkative. She squatted down and stretched out her hand to the supervisor—hesitating again and again, the supervisor grabbed her palm and stood up with strength. .

"I haven't been completely suppressed yet, and there is still one damage slot. You are not afraid that I will suddenly attack and smash you into the heart of the earth with this hall?"

To be honest, the supervisor said these things in this way, and it felt like a sense of disharmony, but Reimu didn't care at all. She carried the big sword and suddenly turned her head back and threw it out.

The weapon that swooped in instantly split the [Dead Butterfly Funeral] who did not know when to escape, and then returned to Reimu's hands, she shrugged.

"Why should you worry about something meaningless. And obviously, you have to use that incomprehensible trait again and start working again? I don't care, as long as you can solve this unstable divergence, it doesn't matter."

"Now, please make your choice, whether to return to the containment room by yourself or let me take you back... For the sake of [Miracle Orchestra], I don't really want your head to appear on my sword. "

At this point, if the supervisor still insists that he can solve Reimu, he would be too entangled, so he sighed, patted the somewhat dirty coat, and then looked at the same dirty braids. Stunned.

"You seem to respect [Miracle Orchestra] very much. If I were here, would you say these things to me?"

"No, I'll say it first, because you are not the kind of person who can change your mind through persuasion. I have seen many such people. Only when you really feel threatened will you compromise."

After Reimu commented unceremoniously, he scratched his head: "Are you not going to leave? Staying here will not do any good besides increasing the load on the suppressing force field. Although regrettable, I hope you will do it next time." When fighting, I can work harder."

After speaking, Reimu turned around, and when he was about to leave, the supervisor asked behind her, "Even if the attempt was excessive, might it even cause damage to the company?"

"Even so, there is value in trying. Anyway, those guys will always fix the damage...any damage. Including problems that might cause the company to fall."

The implication is that this kind of problem has indeed occurred.When the supervisor stood in the shattered hall, thinking about what to ask, Reimu quickly left the area with the big sword.

The supervisor sighed. Deep down, Miss Future told him apologetically that she did not know the so-called physical fall of the company.

And, although she can continue to make trouble, she suggested that the supervisor should go back this time-although she personally doesn't mind being cut into pieces by knives, guns and swords, others will, and there are still a lot of people.

Of course, the supervisor was one of the people who minded, so instead of insisting, he sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

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PS: ...today is also a rubbish weather, hot and stuffy, I am going to die-well, please ask for a ticket and ask for a reward...

830. Time to get active, and then prove yourself!

Returning to the containment room, the supervisor was not even in the mood to touch his favorite ponytail, but just sat cross-legged on the ground: "This is not quite right. [Director of Disciplinary Department] is much stronger than I thought."

'Ok?How do you say it?Haven't you succeeded in making Miss Reimu become quite debilitated.Can you beat her if you work hard?'

"This is where the headache is. The last stage is logically called the violent stage. The defensive power does not decrease without mentioning it. The output efficiency, methods, and methods will definitely become completely different, but I think she only takes out A... a strange big sword."

'Well... it does need to be considered, but there is one more important thing.Mr. Superintendent, if you continue to maintain the armed state here, you will deflect the abnormal tendency to this side at a rapid speed?'

This is a big problem. The supervisor continued to sigh, but he finally lifted himself up a little bit.

He patted his face, and the supervisor grabbed a straight, soft, slightly cool braid from behind his head and stroked it: "Then, this job seems to be going to fail again, next time I may need your help... No Mind you?"

'Don’t mind~ Let’s just say, chatting with Mr. Director makes me feel as relaxed as I’ve never been... If you can let go of my hair when you talk to me, maybe it’s better?'

"That won't work, it's only this I want to refuse."

When the feeling of dizziness came, the supervisor lowered his mind, and then entered into the darkness of perception. When he woke up again, the headache and dizziness, which could be said to make him immediately comatose, caused the supervisor to have no time to stand up. Drink something and hit the street on the spot.

In a trance, the supervisor only felt that his mouth was forcibly opened, and then a clear stream immediately poured into his mouth. He tried to open his eyes, picked up the beverage can and drank the contents as if to stuff it into his stomach. Finish.

The fuzzy feeling in front of him then slowly dissipated, and the robotic arms on the ceiling that were preparing to come to help quickly recovered. The rushing alarm in the room did not stop to remind the supervisor that the matter was not over.

And now, he could finally see who had just fed himself a mental energy drink—the mercury lamp was floating in front of him with a look of disdain.