880 Take Action 2 (1/2)

These pilots were like superpowers that were physically weak; or like mages, who were powerful when they were fully prepared, but once they were caught off guard, the previous scene would occur. Reagan could not even react and was killed with one blow in a split second.

Their bodies did not have the protection of energy field. Without gene enhancement, they could not even match some of those trained musclemen.

”In that case, maybe Fila should also be the same case. Perhaps I can go and see if there is a chance to move in,” Garen assessed.

The biggest weakness of pilots was that they could not maintain their state of strength at all times like Secret Technique practitioners. Their Willpower was equivalent to the bullets in a pistol that had to be reloaded after opening fire. Therefore, they would not be in a state of preparedness at all times because this kind of state would exhaust Willpower.

In this way, they were not that powerful in their usual daily state. When faced with threats that they could not respond in time to, it would likely be the end of them.

Walking out of the parking lot, Garen looked up at the artificial sun. The sun, which was surrounded by silver halos, was shining unceasingly with its great brilliancy.

He had found the best way to deal with pilots, which was close-range attacks. When the opponent did not even have a chance to react with their Willpower, he would be able to hit them hard.

Pilots without the protection of Willpower Field were, at best, slightly stronger than ordinary people.

They were not like Secret Technique practitioners, who would always have a robust physique defense on par with their own strength.

”Freeze!” suddenly, a man's voice shouted from behind.

Garen did not care. Yet, he felt a sudden cold at his back and immediately bowed his head. He mustered his Willpower and reached out his hand above his head, making a grabbing movement.

A hard and sharp feeling instantly reached his fingertips and Garen retracted his fingers in the nick of time but was still scraped a little.

Only then did he saw clearly what was passing over his head.

It was a mechanical bee the size of a fist. The bees were made of silvery-white metal while the wings behind were of non-metal materials that were vibrating at high speed. Some parts of the body were even covered with some kind of flesh and blood, giving the impression of a fusion of mechanical and biochemical science and technology.

Garen looked at his fingers and a layer of skin had been broken unknowingly. Blood was vaguely seen.

”I told you to freeze!” the man's voice rang again.

Garen turned around. He actually completely ignored the mechanical bees that were still flying in mid-air but looked directly at the man in a white shirt who was coming after him.

This man was the man who had just entered the parking lot.

His face clouded over and there was an identical mechanical bee hovering around him.

”Daring to murder in the Administrative Bureau, you sure are bold!”

Garen felt that it was strange that he did not feel any Willpower of aggressive nature on the other party. There was only a layer of protective film like a protective cover overlying the person.

”What murder? No idea what you're talking about, friend,” Garen shrugged innocently. ”You may have a mouth but you wouldn't want to simply frame a good person.”

”Whether it's framing or not, we'll know for sure once you follow me back to the Administrative Bureau!” the man's voice had not faded out.

Garen then felt a strong rush of wind at the back of his head. Without looking back, he lowered his head, stomped the floor and leaped backward like a compressed spring, drawing out a perfect arc. The oncoming bees rushed past him and before they could even respond, he had disappeared around the corner in just a few steps.

”What a terrific skill!” when the white-shirt man saw this scene, his face expression immediately turned serious. ”Even the mechanical bees with Level Three speed couldn't catch up with him…” his eyes flickered. He decided not to get involved in this matter. The opponent this time was not an average person. This response was purely that of a veteran killer, and not someone to mess around with.

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Sprinting on the edge of the street, Garen did not sense any tracking behind him. He gradually slowed down and quickly returned to the same posture as the average shopping person, looking left and right.

Although the inner courtyard was very chaotic, there were not many who would strike openly on some of the monitored streets. In many places, once someone began an assault, there would be people who would come over to maintain order. These people who maintained order were not from the Administrative Bureau. Instead, some of them looked like students, obviously the managing gang of the area here.

Whenever an assault occurred, it was natural for the gang and manager of the site to be responsible for the aftermath.

There was no good or evil here, no compassion nor mercy.

As Garen strolled along, he had seen a lot of that. A pure and beautiful young girl with two watery eyes had been lured into the alley by several bad students. After half a minute, it was the shrieking of the few bad students that was heard instead.

Several lovely girls who looked like they were going shopping were quarreling with someone at the entrance of a shop. One of the girls was hot-tempered and she slapped a seemingly strong-looking bald man. Both of his arms were fractured as his whole person flew more than ten meters away.

Of course, not all cases were of this contrast. But throughout the way, all of those people who dared to shop on the streets was not someone to be messed with. They either had powerful capabilities or they had at least some objects for body protection on them.

The inner courtyard was always in chaos. There was no difference even in those street areas that had people in charge of them.

Robbery, fighting, revenge, high-energy gunfire, semi-mechanized armor brawls and small-sized spacecraft chasing battles; for people who were generally weaker without special means, even walking on the street was an extremely absurd thing.

Garen had nearly been affected several times. The horrific strength of thermal weapons was something that even he did not want to experience himself.