In front of her, a bald man floating in the air raised his hand, and a sharp long knife was unfolding in the man's hand.

He Ao slowly stretched out his hand and gently grasped a piece of jasmine petals flying outside the window.

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"careful!"

Tucker punched through the mecha in front of him, looked at the delicate woman in front of him who had walked to the edge of the screen, and shouted.

Behind him, several members of the mayor's guard transformed by prosthetics simultaneously surrounded the remaining two mechanically transformed attackers, creating a gap for Tucker to leave.

And Tucker did not miss this opportunity, and immediately rushed out in one step, rushing towards the huge screen as fast as possible.

But obviously, his distance is still a bit far behind.

"It's too late, hahaha, Tucker, the Dawn Falcon, is nothing more than that!"

The bald man flying in the air laughed loudly, pulled out a mechanical folding knife from his waist, quickly unfolded it, and slashed at Liz, who was already standing at the edge of the screen.

It was only at this moment that Liz vaguely noticed something and raised her head to look above her head.

Then she saw a sharp mechanical knife passing through the rain curtain, cutting the petals, and flying towards where she was standing.

Her body tensed up at this moment, and her heart seemed to stop beating at this moment.

She was not even much taller than the mechanical knife. If the knife struck her, it would probably be able to cut her in half.

Are you going to die?

Scattered thoughts appeared in her mind.

It is said that when a person is about to die, his mind will go through his life in a hurry.

But at this moment, Liz felt that everything was so quiet, and the whole world seemed to be filled with only cold rain dripping on her skin.

These 'attackers' may not have thought about letting the part-time marchers come back alive from the beginning. When she chose to accept this part-time job, she may have been doomed to die.

But if you can stand up to those bastards before you die, you may have made a profit.

If I had known earlier, I would have bought accident insurance so that my parents could at least get some money.

I hope Mr. Lin En can really change this city, so that even after he dies, his parents can still live.

Wouldn't this be too whimsical?

The woman took a deep breath and stared at the mechanical sword getting closer and closer, her eyelids gradually lowered.

However, before her eyes were completely closed, a white stream of light flashed across her field of vision.

what is that?

She was stunned for a moment and her eyes widened slightly.

And while her eyes widened, the bright white light instantly touched the chest of the bald man as tall as a hill.

Like a sharp sword piercing tissue paper, the seemingly solid mechanical armor was easily torn apart and penetrated by the white light.

boom--

As if an energy battery had been detonated, a roaring explosion suddenly exploded in the sky, igniting the burly man into a blazing flame in the wind and rain.

The pure white light also stopped after passing through the flames, and then shattered in the air.

Are those... petals?

A petal penetrated the alloy armor?

boom--

A huge head fell next to the woman and rolled to her feet.

The damaged mechanical prosthetic eye exudes a strange red light.

Liz, who was thinking about it, looked at the mechanical head, subconsciously took a half step back, and bumped into the huge screen that had been set up.

But this collision also woke her up from her almost stagnant heartbeat.

She stretched out her hand, touched the petals scattered in the sky, and then took a deep breath. In the moist rain, the rich fragrance of jasmine still spread.

It's good to be alive.

"Are you OK?"

At this moment, Tucker arrived in front of her and asked quickly.

"without···"

Looking at the sharp-eyed man in front of her, Liz waved her hands nervously.

Judging from the behavior and temperament of the man in front of her, he might be a high-ranking official of the city government. The highest-ranking government employee she had seen before was a driver's license officer at the Municipal Motor Vehicle Administration, so she was subconsciously a little nervous.

"There was a light just now..."

She turned around and tried to look in the direction of the white light.

What caught her eye was a wooden window that looked somewhat familiar.

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Behind the Mayor's Palace

After glancing at the surrounding cameras, the thin man jumped up and jumped directly out of a window on the second floor.

He raised his hand and glanced at the button in his hand.

That was the emergency contact information given to him from above, and this button led to a 'collaborator' of a certain consortium within the mayor's office.

If the collaborator is in the mayor's palace, pressing this button will get a response from the other party, and the other party will assist him.

And he had just received a response.

He lowered his head and glanced at the window in his field of vision again. If he remembered correctly, behind this window was the cabinet meeting room. That meeting room was rarely used. After leaving the meeting room, you could go straight to the mayor along the corridor.

office.

He lowered his head and looked at the glazed window with painted patterns. He reached out his hand, took advantage of the commotion outside, carefully broke the window, and jumped in through the gap in the window.

"Did you hear anything outside? Someone was attacking the mayor's palace?"

In front of the large conference table, a man with a mustache and a golden pocket watch put his hands on the table and laughed loudly, "I knew that this tyrant would definitely not be able to get things done. He must have caused public outrage!"

"Are we really not going to the safe house?"

The fat man sitting next to him glanced at the empty conference room, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. "At this time, we can find a member of the mayor's guard who can take us there."

"Why go?"

The mustached man sneered,

"So Lynn can stay in the office, but we can't stay in the conference room?

"Lynn didn't necessarily have any good intentions when he asked those guys to go to the safe house. Don't forget, he just fired us all.

"And let me tell you the truth, this conference room is at the very back of the entire Mayor's Mansion. If anything happens, it must be directed at that tyrant Lynn. What does it have to do with us? Those attackers can't come in from behind, right?"

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"That's right..."

The fat man held a cigarette in his mouth, lit the cigarette lighter, raised his head, looked behind the mustached man, and then his hand stopped in mid-air.

"What?"

The mustached man was about to speak when he suddenly felt something cold pressing against his neck.

He looked down, and a silver dagger appeared in his field of vision.

The hilt of the dagger was held in a skinny hand, and the blade was currently pressed against his neck.

"Lynn is still in the mayor's office?"

A hoarse male voice sounded behind him.

The mustache man's body instantly tensed up.

"Don't shout. You can try whether you speak first or I slit your throat first."

The voice behind him was calm and cold.

"Are you from the consortium? Are you here to assassinate the mayor?"

At this moment, the man with the mustache took a deep breath and suddenly asked slowly.

"Um?"

The person behind him seemed to have thought of something and was a little confused.

"We can cooperate, and I can take you to find Linn."

The man with mustache said slowly.

Hearing these words, the fat man sitting next to him suddenly widened his eyes.

"Dude, relax,"
Chapter completed!