The mechs are no match for the starships.

Whether it was non-human beings or pilots of special mechs, they all shattered his previous understanding.

So much so.

When Qu Jian'er appeared in the driver's seat, Old Lang was the first to exclaim in surprise.

Old Lang gasped, "Who are you!?"

Qu Jian'er rested her chin on her hand: "People who eat the black."

Her spellcasting was restricted.

Otherwise, the most cumbersome method—chasing after them personally—would have been used; a single sentence would have sent the starship back the way it came.

The fourth brother gripped the laser gun tightly and aimed it at Qu Jian'er: "You've come for Rong Yuan!?"

He could hardly believe that Rong Yuan, who had lived in the Federation for many years, would be qualified to meet someone who practiced metaphysics.

It can also get the other party to come to your rescue.

What kind of luck is this?

That's the world of metaphysics, a group that even their Federal Bureau of Supernatural Abilities has to be wary of.

Qu Jian'er glanced at the personal terminal on her wrist: "Look, isn't the timing just right?"

The starships have all entered a no-man's-land.

It's clearly something to be happy about.

But at this moment.

No one present was happy.

Besides Qu Jian'er~

Qu Jian'er smiled and said, "Since we've just met, I'd like to give you a generous gift: you can choose the order in which you die. So, who among you will begin?"

The fourth brother looked at Qu Jian'er, who was wearing a butterfly mask.

Just one glance.

He was so shocked that his scalp tingled, because he had the feeling that he was being weighed by a predator to determine the fatness of the meat.

The next second.

The mercenary closest to him was embraced by death, without even having time to say his last words.

Qu Jian'er rotated her wrist: "You're choosing too slowly, so let me help you."

She was holding a murder weapon.

It's just an ordinary laser gun.

The fourth brother instinctively exclaimed, "You killed him?!"

He was so frightened that he was drenched in sweat.

They no longer cared about asking Qu Jian'er, a person of metaphysics, why she would use a very scientific laser gun to kill people.

Qu Jian'er looked at the dead man, shook her head, and said regretfully, "Yes, I killed him. But the dead man didn't say anything, so please forgive me."

Those present: "..." What can a dead man say?!

soon.

Another head fell to the ground.

Qu Jian'er feigned crocodile tears, but not a single one came out: "Hiss, he's so pitiful. Who? Who on earth dared to let him die without a complete corpse?"

Those present: "..." It's you!