In front of the carriage escorting the reporter, Alison hid behind the shield. The director and the others watched the battle behind and couldn't help but lend a helping hand. However, this movement was not good. The only three special team members left in front of the car were almost knocked over the shield.

"Get the shield and don't take action!"

The director of the special affairs officer was also startled by the sniper in the distance. When he was supporting him remotely, he thought the other party had been dealt with, but he didn't expect that after a while, he took action again.

"The sniper opposite is still here, why doesn't our sniper move?" The director and the team members hid behind the shields and looked at each other.

No one knew the answer, the director frowned and finally looked at Alison, who was hiding the most tightly, "Hey, what happened to that sniper just now, why don't you save them?"

"I don't save them because the sniper may have died." Alison looked at the director and said seriously, "Based on the ballistics, they will soon find the hidden place of our sniper."

"What? I was caught by the other party?" The director was stunned when he heard this.

"Yes, then why do you think you stopped? There were not enough bullets, or were the team members ugly?" Alison rolled his eyes when he heard this, then looked at the body in front of the carriage, "After the other party has dealt with our sniper, he should have launched a second attack soon."

The director frowned when he heard this. He looked at the back because of the sniper's sneak attack and fighting and retreating team members' eyes flashed, and finally took out the communication stone.

"Hey, I am the director of the Eighth Special Affairs Bureau. We found the attack on the road, with great casualties. Why didn't the people guarding secretly appear?"

The director contacted the bureau with a communication stone. Alison and others looked at him silently, and saw that the director's expression had been wrong since the contact, and he didn't know what the other person said.

After a long time, the director put down the communication stone and looked at the members of the special affairs bureau, "We are going to make the worst plan."

"Is this how?" Several team members looked bleak when they heard this, and then their eyes became sharper, and then they held up their shields and kept sharpening.

Allison quits their performance. She raised her head and asked, "What is the worst plan? Is it the Special Affairs Bureau responsible for someone to take the position of the underworld you contacted?"

However, the director and the team members ignored Alison at all, but started chatting on their own.

"Once upon a time there was a black castle where a baron lived."

"When I was a kid, I was trained there, and it was not popular to go to Knight Academy at that time."

Alison, who was squatting on the ground, saw that they ignored him at all, and couldn't help but get angry. She stood up and took off her shield and opened the car door, and then got on the carriage in the surprise of everyone.

"Hey!"

The director of the special affairs officer looked at Alison and showed a widowed face, "Did you get in this carriage?"

"Close the car door for me." Alison looked at the director sideways, then took out the endless God-chasing crossbow and aimed at the director's forehead.

The director saw the crossbow arrow fingering on his forehead shrinking his pupils, and the anger on his face became more and more obvious. However, seeing that Alison's eyes were cold and he was about to take action at any time, he twitched twice, but he still closed the door.

"Bang~"

"Young people today. We were all respectful to the elderly at that time. When we get old, we are not welcome."

The voice of the director came from outside the carriage and the echoes of several team members. Alison was too lazy to listen to it, so he sat down directly. Opposite her was a target person wearing a girl's coat and a top hat, like a detective and more than a reporter.

Alison looked at the other person, who also looked at himself calmly, picked up the kettle on the table and poured her a cup of tea.

"Click~"

The teacup was pushed in front of Alison.

Alison picked up the tea, took a sip, then opened the door and spit it out, "Bah, didn't rush out."

Seeing this, the reporter looked at Alison silently, and then she immediately released a pumpkin head.

Bang~ The pumpkin head appeared and instantly shook the reporter's eyes. He hurriedly leaned back to the carriage, feeling a burning heat.

"Are you an assassin too?" asked the reporter who was evading with a raised brow.

"No." Alison shook his head, then moved the kettle over the burning pumpkin repeatedly until the steam on the mouth of the pot was rippling back, and she took the flame back to make tea for herself with hot water.

"I am a E-level member of the Special Affairs Bureau. I received the task to protect you into the court." Alison picked up the hot tea cup and blew it slowly, "There may be some bumps on the road in a while."

The reporter showed a look of surprise when he heard this, "Bumpy? No, the horse pulling the cart is dead, and no one will come up behind him. You just saw your director using the communication stone. I can guarantee that he has never received any requests for help."

"You can tell by looking at your face." Alison glanced out of the car window after hearing this, and the director was there talking happily about his life.

"The communication stone must be saying that the secret defense work was not done by your subordinates? You are the leader and ask me what I do." Alison analyzed.

The reporter could not refuse, "There is also a possibility of being stopped by others."

Alison nodded silently, then looked at the tea cup in a daze. The director who did not explain above would not explain below. She had no good feelings for such things.

"Actually, when I was almost killed, I didn't expect much hope for this past." The reporter shook his head slightly, "Godden once told me that the impact of the moon in the moon is very big, but I never thought it would be so big."

"Godor?" Alison asked, "you are friends."

"Yes." The reporter nodded slightly, "He asked me to do private reports some time ago, but I have been following this matter, so I pushed it."

"Thinking about it now, he might be saving me at that time."

The reporter sighed slightly, then looked at Alison and smiled, "My name is Douglas, what's your name?"

"Ally." Alison said, taking a sip of tea, "Well, hot."

"Allie?!" Douglas was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then he showed a happy expression.

"You're not the one Gordon said that Ellie was looking for me, that very powerful church nun?"

"It's me, they usually call me a partner of justice and a rescuer of suffering." Alison looked at Douglas who was happy in front of him, "Don't worry, I will protect you."

Douglas nodded with relief when he heard this. In fact, Gordon did not tell him something very powerful, but he felt that the other party was very powerful.

After all, people without confidence dare not release fireballs in the carriage, and they might even burn themselves.

"So do we need to save ourselves now, such as sneaking away from the carriage on the other side?"

"No, it's so cold outside. I'll keep you safe."

Alison refilled her teacup, and after a brief silence in the carriage, half a minute later, she looked at Gordon, "Although I am very strong, I have to protect you after all. It's not possible without this carriage."

"I understand." Douglas looked completely obedient. He looked at the end of the battle outside and was about to speak, but he found that Alison's face darkened.

"It's going to start," Alison said.

"What?" Douglas looked out the window.

"The victory you see will disappear immediately."

Alison was excited to report the good news to the director as the special team members outside the car who killed the man in black with curses.

But under the demon's eyes, the dark aura around him was increasing, and the range had begun to form. The ground of the bluestone was cracking, and there were countless surging mice below.

Many of them have been arched under the carriage.

Seeing this, Alison looked serious, she reached out to the void and took out the Book of Witch Shadows with rolling black smoke.

"Deep sacrifice-inside inscribed~open."

"Deep Sacrifice-Ghost Gods and Magic Formation~Open"

"The hand of cutting—normal~open."

Alison put the book on his legs and spit out syllables calmly. The Witch Shadow Book flipped quickly, and her hands danced like a rope on her chest.

Douglas, opposite, watched silently as Allison did, his expression was a bit weird, just like in the church square that summer, and found that his long-time friend was a witch.

This is witchcraft. He is a professional journalist. Why don’t he know the magic start of the dark master?

Be careless.

The more beautiful the thing is, the more poisonous it is. Was she the secret agent who understands the special affairs bureau or did she appear to replace her when she comes out?

Douglas touched the steam gun on his chest, and the water in the tank had just made tea, then touched the dagger on his waist.

"Huh~" He held the knife handle in his hand and stared at Alison's movements. Although the other party was charming, he was willing to understand if he could, but he didn't want to die.

Without deliberately counterattack, Douglas waited silently. He knew very well that only when the other party took action could he rely on his professional skills to grasp the flaw.

However, just as he was concentrating, a disaster suddenly floated from the sky, blocking the light from the entire street. At this time, the world suddenly became quiet. Whether it was him or the members of the special affairs team outside, it was like a dog could detect an earthquake in advance, and they also became spiritual in advance.

"Where are you looking at, the danger is below."

Alison stopped flipping his fingers and said to Douglas.

"Hmm?" Douglas looked at her and his eyes widened.

"Bang~"

Just when he was suspicious, a bang suddenly came from under the carriage, and their carriage was arched up by the unknown and headed straight to the sky. In an instant, the red, blue and purple magic arrays were covered with suddenly shaking inside the carriage, which instantly calmed the feeling of being about to fall apart.

Douglas's heart was beating wildly at this time. He glanced at Alison, who was still preparing for something, and then subconsciously looked out of the car window.

The bluestone ground around him had already broken, and countless gray-black long-haired mice emerged from the ground and rushed towards the special team members. His eyes were pressed against the car window and looked down. Under his carriage were mice gathered into the top of the mountain.

"Boom~"

"Dingdang bang!"

Noisy shouts and squeaks sounded under the carriage, and the team members who were not many in their sight fell one by one. Even the range-type attack could not be stopped and were soon overwhelmed by the dark group of mice.

These are all dying to protect me!

Douglas watched the terrifying scene below and his heart beat wildly, and followed by a more terrifying scene.

The mice were actually gnawing at the corpses of the team members and looking at themselves while gnawing.

"Calm down, don't learn from those wastes that are mentally broken, as their deaths will be meaningless."

Alison looked at the group of rats below, reached out and pointed to the top of the carriage. The next second, the black clouds in the sky rolled, and the mice making the sound of eating on the ground were silent.

The mouse standing up had green eyes staring at the sky, then its body shook as if it was received a signal, and then it suddenly penetrated into the ground the next second, and the black clouds in the sky also exploded, revealing red and blue lights.

"Boom boom boom boom~"
To be continued...