In fact, Rococo's phrase already involves sexual harassment.

And he said it in front of a police officer.

But at this time Bolton also had a headache.

"Mr. Arthur, can you restrain this lady?"

Arthur was now more distressed, but I wanted to restrain her.

But I also need that ability.

"Lady, if you harass me again, I will really sue you, I'm not kidding."

This is definitely not a pleasant process.

This kind of thing is very instinctive, joke and seriousness are two attitudes.

She can choose any attitude, provided that it does not affect others.

Chen Ye turned and left, but Chen Ye faintly felt that in the police station, something seemed to be brewing.

Chen Rong did not go far, but found a rooftop of a building not far away, holding a police station one kilometer away.

...

Burton entered the police station and suddenly found the old policeman on duty at the front desk lying on his desk and falling asleep.

The entire police station was quiet.

Bolton did not wake up the old police, after all, everyone was tired at night.

Normal people take a break, and so do their police.

But when Bolton brought everyone into the police station, he found that everyone in the office had collapsed to the ground or on the table.

Bolton's face changed so quickly that he stepped forward to check.

Arthur and others also looked at the situation of these police officers.

"They inhaled a lot of paralytic dust and were not life-threatening," Arthur said after the inspection.

It was only at this time that Bolton understood why when he was chasing the murderer in the dark just now, there was no movement through the office.

Bolton thought that his colleagues had gone out, but he was unconscious.

But since they were both unconscious, who repaired the electricity?

"How long can they wake up?"

"They wake up when they're full," Arthur said.

"Are they fascinated by the murderer?" Bolton asked.

"No, I remember the smell of paralyzed dust in the air, it was Cyberbola." Rococo said.

"She? She dared to show up here?" Humble said in surprise.

"Deserves to be my daughter. Her thoughts are exactly the same as mine. She also wants to take the thousand-faced monster as her own, haha ​​..." Rococo said proudly.

"I don't understand what's so good about this, you mother and daughter are crazy."

"Take us to the underground parking lot," Rococo said.

"Your daughter? What does your daughter have to do with the killer?"

"It shouldn't matter, she doesn't have the ability to kill so many people." Rococo knew too much about Cyberla.

"Take that elevator down."

Rococo came to the elevator and glanced at it. "Arthur, get rid of the traps on this elevator."

Arthur glanced at Rococo, and she could drive it out, so why waste her magic power.

However, Arthur still obeyed Rococo's order, took out a delicate sabre, and pierced the elevator slit.

"Spirit of the great ancestors, please wipe out the evil in front of me."

A burst of air came out of the gap in the elevator door, and Bolton almost stood unstable.

Fortunately, another guardian knight supported Bolton's back with one hand.

"You can go down, Mr. Police, do you want to go down together?"

"Of course, this is the place where I work, but now there are outsiders here to come here, how can I just ignore it."

"Maybe it's not what you think it is."

"It doesn't matter, I'm ready for it."

The crowd entered the elevator and descended into the underground parking lot.

When Bolton got out of the elevator, he saw four people in front of the burnt-out truck.

Rococo and others were also discovered by Cyberla, Mahergie, Fraser, and X-9.

There were also a few demolished cars around.

Bolton didn't understand. What are they doing here?

X-9 was about to start immediately, but Cyberola prevented x-9 from moving.

"You continue to repair this big truck, and leave everything else to us." Saibola said.

Cyberbula stepped forward and looked at Rococo: "Mom, I'm so glad to see you again."

Rococo walked: "I'm not happy, Cyberbola, you should immediately launch a magic escape, you should understand better than anyone, you can't beat me in any way except to escape."

"Mom, I'm known as the first witch in Britain. If you despise me like this, you will probably lose it." Cyberbola was not afraid at all.

Rococo stared at Cyberla: "Have not seen you for more than a decade, have you become so arrogant?"

"Don't move, you have the right to remain silent now, and what you say now will be a testimony." Bolton followed the process and said to Cybola and others with a gun.

Even if he knew inside, his words were nonsense for these people.

"Rococo, hurry up and don't waste any time," Humble Mass urged.

She gave Rococo enough respect, so she didn't interfere.

Of course, she also believes that Rococo will not show mercy.

Even if the other party is her daughter.

But Rococo has always been a man of control.

Cyberbolt also inherited the character of Rococo.

So this mother and daughter are doomed.

Two people who are both strong and controllable cannot be family members.

This is well explained in Rococo and Cyberbol.

Rococo was helpless: "She put a twisted barrier in front, and I need three minutes to break it down."

Hearing the twisted barrier, Mass is also very helpless.

There is only one person in this world who knows how to transmit magic, which is space magic.

The twisted barrier is also the most powerful defensive magic currently known.

"Mom, you are really too old. In three minutes, you actually took three minutes to dissolve my magic. It really disappointed me. Fifteen years ago, you could disintegrate in one minute. Now you need three minutes."

In fact, for fifteen years, Rococo did not weaken, but strengthened.

It's just that her progress is not as great as that of Cyberla.

"You say I'm old !?" Rococo was suddenly furious. She raised her arms, her dry palms opened, and then her palms began to shrink slowly.

The twisted barrier separating the two sides began to slowly collapse.

Seeing his mother's power, Cyberbola suddenly felt a little ugly.

Although she never underestimated the strength of her mother.

However, because of her own words, she directly used her destruction magic at the expense of magic.

Just as Cyberbola mastered the unique magic of space, Rococo, her mother, also possessed a unique magic of destruction.

The title of Britain's first witch is far less than that of Rococo.

My mother is the scary witch.

And her fear is not only her title of the great witch, but also her destructive magic.