"I didn't do it!"

Donia rolled her eyes at Jep's ridiculous reaction.

Seeing the blood on the ground, he screamed like a woman. If it were an ordinary person, such a reaction would be understandable. But you're a contractor!

Even if you don't kill your hands full of blood, at least you've seen dozens of lives! What's a little bit of blood and a lump of flesh? As for the reaction of shouting and screaming at first, and then reacting like encountering a police officer at the scene of a murder?

The DTPH team, who had just returned, seemed to think the same way. The ordinary-looking woman in the lead ignored Jepp and gave her a look at herself, then walked straight over and began to direct her subordinates to survey the bloodstains at the scene.

"Look at the freshness, it's just happened." After a while, a man spoke. "The deceased could not be identified. Judging by the statements of the editorial staff, they have been working in tents and have not heard anything. Well, it can be preliminarily inferred that the battle ended in an instant ...

Well? Detective games?

Donia looked at them with interest. In space, there are teams that have reconnaissance skills and can see what happened before the battlefield, can this team do the same?

There was a familiar smell in the room. From the moment she entered the house, she felt it.

How do you describe it? Not the smell of blood, not the smell of corpses, but something fragrant... Something like the perfume I smelled from the people there when I approached the group of saints before.

Is it their crime? Got the hang of attacking people in the rest area and came here to avenge their teammates?

Normally it is impossible......but the saints are a little paranoid and insane, and even if they do, it is not a surprise. So, can these people find out?

"It is not yet possible to prove that it was Mr. Ranke who died, although Pang Yi thought it was so, but if you think about it, it may just be a coincidence. Mr. Ranke may just be away temporarily..."

Frank? It seems to be their deputy head of the regiment. The regiment commander is so strong, will the deputy regiment commander be killed casually?

"Well, before we came, I had already arranged for someone to check if anyone from the group had returned. Today, because there was a competition, most of our members went over there. But it cannot be ruled out who came back suddenly..."

What a clumsy statement, isn't it to use the gift of space to investigate?

If so, it's not interesting. How do you think about space with the mind of a mortal? You're going to make a lot of mistakes.

Look at Jep and Tucker on the side. Ah, both of them are listless, obviously they can't take care of themselves.

They didn't look like they had been sent by Mr. Commander, nor did they look like they had been sent by Humphrey. Well, maybe they thought too much, what they said was true, they saw themselves in a dream, and then admired them, so they came to ask themselves....ah, alas, in this case, it would be a waste of time.

Before they find out, go back.

When she had made up her mind, she turned around, and was startled.

A man's face was less than two centimeters away from her, looking at her curiously.

"What are you doing!" She came back to her senses and said angrily.

"May I ask who you are?" The man asked her with a big smile. "By the way, I'm a DTPH scout, my name is Robo."

"Oh, my name is Donia." She stroked her hair to redeem the ugliness she might have shown when she was frightened. "I'm part of the Pasta team. Just now, two of your members invited me to come and play. ”

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Failed to stab Kutrov.

Logel felt a pity, because he was just a little bit close. War horses and riding spears are all equipment that is completely suitable for this era. If you stab you, you will definitely be able to seriously injure the opponent.

Beside it, there was a huge cheer. Obviously, many people appreciated the power of their own gun.

Loger took off his helmet and waved to the audience. In his opinion, this is his own responsibility. This is a fight, not a battlefield of life and death, and the poor ghost who forgives the two-headed vulture does not dare to take the opportunity to attack him.

After waving his hand, when he looked back, the man was still standing there, with a gloomy expression.

"I said, you just let me down early and make everyone happy, can't you?"

He couldn't help but say this to his opponent.

Kutrov shook his head. "No." Then he picked up the flask again.

Logel put on his helmet, raised his riding gun, reined in his horse's head, and rushed over again.

This time, Kutrov still had no intention of dodging. He slowly put down the flask, puffed out his cheeks, and then, when he saw that Loger was more than ten meters away from him, a mouthful of wine was about to squirt out.

Faced with the pervasive wine mist, Logel reined in his horse, his expression showing a little caution. But then, when he realizes that nothing has happened, he laughs.

"Hahaha, what are you doing, are you choking on drinking?"

"It's not." Kutrov said. "It's for the beast to drink a little."

Before he could finish speaking, the horse neighed and raised its front hooves.

Vogel, though tightly clutched the reins, did not fall for a moment. But then, the horse turned on one side and lay down, directly crushing him underneath.

Around, many people laughed (mostly men)

Roger struggled three or two times, but did not break free, annoyed, and afraid that the enemy would take the opportunity to attack, so he threw away the cavalry gun in his hand, drew the thin sword at his waist, and with a wave, a blue light flashed on it.

Subsequently, the horses and the rifle disappeared. He rolled over and stood up, covered in dust, and his personable appearance was gone.

"Bastard!" He roared at Kutrov. "I'm going to kill you!"

"I can't." Kutrov hiccuped. "I've been asked to spare your life and take nothing else."

Rubel raised his sword and rushed forward. Kutrov was not in a hurry, raised the flask again, drank a little, then put the flask down, and his cheeks bulged.

This time, Logar was on guard. When the other party squirted out the wine, he waved the long cloak behind his back to block the wine and prevent it from approaching his body. Then, a sword stabbed at the opponent.

Stabbed in the air, and when he looked closely, Kutrov was already far away.

"Hide quickly!" He took a sip and continued to chase the enemy.

"It's better to be honest." Kutrov's voice rang out from behind him. "Or just admit defeat and leave immediately, then I can also explain."

"It's you who should throw in the towel!" He followed the sound and stabbed back with his sword.

"Alas!" With a stab in the air, Kutrov's sigh rang out again. "Well, you can't blame me for that, you brought it on yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the armor on Lugar's right hand shattered into several pieces and fell to the ground.

"You!" Logel looked at his right hand, "What's going on?" ”

"You can think of it as a strong acid." Kutrov said. "Anyway, the effect is about the same. I don't think I'll want your life, as long as you're honest. ”