Chapter 121: Guardian
Anno and Eli sat in the rest area and chatted for a while. The peaceful mood he exuded made her feel much better.
She saw many children playing with various toys in the square, and many adults playing with some novel toys that she had never seen before, so she couldn't help but want to go over and take a look.
Eli followed beside her, and they strolled leisurely through the square together.
A cool-looking transforming mech flew up and circled in front of her, attracting Anno's attention.
The mecha was demonstrating its various structures and functions in front of her, but before she could show it off for long, another toy mecha crashed into her and started fighting with it.
Anno stood there watching the two young men control their mechs in battle using remote controls.
The mechs fought each other for a while, then suddenly stopped in front of her. A young man stepped forward and smiled gently at Anno, saying, "My lovely little one, who do you think will win?"
Anno subconsciously took a step back. Seeing that the young man was a meter away from her and did not continue to approach her, she turned her attention back to the two mechs. After thinking for a while, she pointed to the black and white one and said, "It has a fast attack speed and he can control it more flexibly."
The young man raised an eyebrow and looked at the other young man. “Little brat, I bet you’ll win. If I win, you have to treat me to dinner. If you lose, I’ll treat you.”
"Come."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two mechs immediately started fighting, their attacks faster and more ruthless than before.
Anno observed their techniques for controlling the mecha, as well as the mecha's design and functions; these two were at least professionals.
She enjoys watching various competitive games at home. The control awareness and combat methods of these two people are more like those of mecha pilots than simply playing with mecha toys.
Five minutes later, the cool mecha was pierced in the chest by a sharp blade extending from the arm of the black and white mecha, and then kicked away. The mecha was kicked to the ground, rolled to Anno's feet, twitched a few times, and the light in its chest went out, completely destroyed.
Anno picked up the mecha and handed it to the young man.
The young man took it, smiled, and said, "Thank you."
As he took the mecha, his fingers "inadvertently" brushed against hers. Anno frowned slightly and immediately withdrew his hand.
The young man said apologetically, "Sorry, my main gene is cloud bee, so my hands have some small barbs. Did I hurt you?"
Anuo didn't feel any prickling sensation; she just didn't like being touched by strangers. However, she could feel some small splinters on his fingers.
"We'll be going now. Hope to meet the cute little one again next time."
After speaking, the young man stood up and left with another young man. The two walked and talked and laughed, occasionally turning back to wave at Anno.
Anno often plays in this area and frequently encounters people who want to take the opportunity to talk to her and get close to her.
However, she never lets them touch her, at most they just exchange a few words. Today is the first time someone has touched her hand.
"Nono, let's go."
Eli watched the two young men leave, then took Anno's hand and walked away to another place.
Following behind Anno, Luo Jin watched the two young men's departing figures, pondered for a moment, and tapped his earpiece to turn it on. "Wu Sui, go investigate those two people. Hmm, follow them, but don't expose yourself."
After hanging up the call, Luo Jin watched as the two young men had already joined the crowd.
The square was bustling with people. The two young men continued to stroll around the square as if nothing had happened, and then headed towards a restaurant.
Once inside the store, one of them sat down to order, while the other patted him on the shoulder and said, "Walter, I'm going to the restroom."
Their eyes met for a moment, and Walter waved his hand: "Go ahead, but Sims, it's a deal for the loser to treat."
Sims smiled, glanced out the window, and turned to walk towards the bathroom.
Once inside the restroom, Sims locked the door, attached a soundproofing device to the wall, and activated the special communication frequency band installed on the computer.
He entered a contact code and dialed it; the call was answered quickly.
"We've already obtained the gene sample. Send someone to collect it, but be careful, they're watching very closely."
After hanging up the communication, Sims opened his palm, which was covered with barbs. At the tip of his finger was an extraction needle about the same size as his barbs. During the contact with the cub just now, he had pricked her finger and taken a blood sample.
Sims smiled slightly, recalling the energy he had felt when he touched the cub, removed the isolator from the wall, and opened the bathroom door.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw a tall, slender figure wearing a hood standing in the doorway. The figure had his head slightly lowered, and long hair was falling out of the hood, obscuring his features.
His heart tightened; his senses were so sharp, yet he hadn't even noticed when the man had been standing at the door.
Did he hear it? No, he had the soundproofing on, he definitely couldn't have heard it.
Who is this person in front of me? Someone from the security department?
He glanced around the restrooms and saw that two of the doors were still open, but he waited in his spot.
He composed himself and said, "Brother, isn't there an empty seat next door?"
After he finished speaking, the man in front of him slowly raised his head to look at him, revealing a pair of cold, heterochromatic red and blue eyes.
Sims paused slightly, then said, "You..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, the man grabbed his throat and shoved him into the inner room, pressing him against the wall.
Bazel held him down tightly and slammed the toilet door shut with his other hand.
Sims immediately used his superpower, and the lightning swirled around his hands. He grabbed Bazel's hand, which was gripping it, and transferred the lightning to his hand.
Bazel felt the pain of being electrocuted, but he was unmoved, as if he were immune to Sims's power.
Bazel bent his knee and kicked Sims hard, the movement swift and decisive, the force of which shattered Sims's ribs.
He grabbed Sims's hand and twisted it hard, breaking off one of his arms.
The whole process happened in the blink of an eye, and Sims had no time to react.
"I've been fighting in the arena for so many years, I know how to deal with you aliens."
As he tried to break free of his restraints, a sharp blade extended from his other wrist, piercing his shoulder blade and pinning him hard against the wall.
Sims screamed as Bazel grabbed his throat and slammed him against the wall, pressing the soundproofing device against it. "Shh..."
Sims had almost spread his powers throughout his body. The moment his powers erupted, a black bracelet on Bazel's wrist glowed blue, repelling his powers. The lightning on his body flashed a few times and then went out with a "poof".
He kicked Sims's shinbone hard, shattering it.
Sims groaned, breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain.
To conceal their identities, he and some of his companions lived in Isabel for a long time, following the daily routines of ordinary people, all to avoid being discovered and to find an opportunity to get close to the little cub.
Therefore, they cannot wear weapons or protective armor. The cubs have detectors on them, and if they get close to them, the detectors will sound an alarm, and they will be taken away for investigation.
Without protective gear, he was as fragile as glass in front of a beast with absolute power, and would shatter with a single blow.
Bazel pulled the blade that had been embedded in Sims's shoulder blade, and he immediately collapsed to the ground.
Sims, supporting himself against the wall, tried to stand up, but Bazel stepped on his chest, leaned down slightly, and extended a sharp blade, pressing it against his throat. "Tell me, why did you approach her?"
Sims's mind raced. He said, "I don't understand what you're saying. Who are you? Why are you trying to kill me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp blade sliced a bloody gash across his neck. He said expressionlessly, "Now I'm asking you a question. If you don't get the answer I want, you'll die."
Sims: "You dare to kill someone in Isabel!"
Bazel: "If you dare touch her, you'll die anywhere."
Sims looked at the undisguised murderous intent in his eyes and finally showed a hint of fear on his face.
"I didn't intend to harm her..."
Bazel stomped hard on his chest, and the sound of bones cracking rang out again.
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