"Driver, can you drive faster?"

"Miss, don't you look at such a heavy fog, and **** traffic jams, how can you drive fast?" The driver complained: "Also, are you sure your pet won't tear my seat?"

Fali was helpless, always looking at time.

She felt that she finally had a place to play.

Not to mention participating in the battle, at least she can be regarded as bringing reinforcements to the battlefield.

But ... but now she's stuck in the road.

There is a big traffic jam in New York today and every road is blocked.

Especially the bus that Fari is currently riding is even harder to move.

"If you can reach your destination in twenty minutes, I'll give you ten thousand dollars." Fari gritted her teeth and promised a heavy reward.

Although the driver was very impressed, the bus was stuck in the middle of the road and could not enter or retreat.

What can he do, he can only watch $ 10,000 and fly away from his eyes.

"Forget it, princess, let's get out of the car and walk straight." Fali looked anxiously.

...

At the moment in Louis' manor, the battle had begun.

This is like a real battlefield, with gunfire and gunfire everywhere.

Evil spirits wave after wave of storms.

Myroncolm and others rely on powerful weapons and just block the evil spirits in front of the villa.

Gaia also carried weapons provided by Myroncom.

A magic grenade was thrown out. The magic grenade flew out at least two hundred meters and landed just outside the battlefield.

"Good work, Gaia ... are you interested in joining the Templars and maintaining world peace?"

"No, I'm very satisfied with the role and environment in the Occult Society." Gaia replied as he raised his gun and shot a horrified spirit into a horse honeycomb.

"Well, if you're interested, you can make this call." Myroncom raised his hand chicly, snorted, and a sneak attacking spirit was penetrated through his head.

"Windblade!" Joelin Nash yelled.

A gust of wind blew past, with dozens of wind blades mixed in the gust.

Several evil spirits were torn apart by the windblade on the spot.

"Joelin Nash, would you like to come to the Templar? You are a wonderful witch, and you will let the world remember your name."

Joelin Nash ignored Myroncom at all and yelled, "Elemental Stone Man! From ..."

Myroncom was uninterested, wandering on the battlefield, looking for new targets.

"Hi ... Mr. West, you ..."

"Are you interested in booking the magic rating package of our Paranormal Association? Send a corresponding magic ring, and you can increase the magic slightly. Look at the ring in my hand, is it good?"

"..."

Suddenly, two evil spirits attacked West from behind.

"Be careful." Myroncomb was about to raise his gun, but found that two evil spirits flew behind West himself.

"What kind of magic is this?"

"My magic is to strengthen my spiritual power. If I could only speed up my thinking speed before, but after using the ring, I can make others think slow. Do you really want a magic rating package?"

West was actually able to use this trick after being double-strengthened by Barrya's war dance and Arath's magic formation.

A hundred meters ahead, a violent explosion suddenly occurred.

Dozens of evil spirits were swallowed up by the explosion, leaving no residue.

"Hey ... good job."

Jurage and Battier hit each other.

Myron Colm understood immediately, no wonder the two of them had been looking for them east and west today.

It turned out they were tinkering with this big guy.

Myroncom came to the two of them again: "Hello, our Templars are short of you. Are you interested in coming to our Templars to maintain world peace together?"

"I'll ask our president, and if he agrees, I will answer your request."

"Uh ... forget it, when I didn't say it."

If you let Chen Huan know that he was digging his corner here, he might endlessly die with himself.

Battier took out some other parts and dazzled his hands with both hands. A weird mechanical wheel was pieced together by him. The whole process took less than a minute.

Myroncomb took a breath, what magic was this?

Battier controls the mechanical wheels with a remote control.

The mechanical wheels ran wild in the battlefield, while the mechanical wheels extended three barrels on both sides.

Da da da

Myroncom is full of envy. This supernatural association is really talented.

Everyone is unique, and everyone can stand on their own.

If Chen Yun knew what Myroncomb thought, he didn't know what he would think.

At this time, Myroncom found a figure in the battlefield and quickly passed through the battlefield.

That man seems to be named Inglit, he runs so fast.

At this moment, English is responsible for attracting strange people. Behind him, he has attracted more than a dozen evil spirits.

Ingleton ran towards Moore.

And Moore came in the direction of English.

Myroncombe wondered, was the child capable?

He looks more brave than everyone else.

Moore rushed past Inglit, and the two passed by without stopping.

The evil spirits attracted by English saw Moore rushing over, and immediately shifted the target to Moore.

But the next instant, huge shocks and flames burst out from Moore.

Myroncolm was dumbfounded, and he saw Moore's body fall to the ground.

"Fack, self-destructed attack?"

Then that Englishman started to go out again to blame, and in the lap attracted a dozen more evil spirits.

Myroncolm found out and ran out of Mohr.

Strange, are they twins?

Myroncomb couldn't figure it out, but another person caught his attention.

There was a lot of vines around Reilly's head, Moyd.

Those creeping vines are constantly creeping on the ground. As soon as an evil spirit approaches, they will immediately get out of the ground and attack those evil spirits.

"The people of the Paranormal Society are so good." Myroncom looked at the rooftop, and could see Varia's figure faintly.

At this moment Keck is also constantly attacking the evil spirits that come from the air.

His marksmanship is so good that almost one shot is a headshot of an evil spirit.

At the periphery of the battlefield, the eldest mother stood in the darkness, staring at everything on the battlefield.

Standing beside the aunt, it was the real combat power of the attack.

The ones that rushed in front were all cannon fodder.

The cannon fodder was as much as she wanted, even if she died, she would not feel bad.

"Whoever you want to kill the woman on the rooftop, her body is releasing a kind of magic to improve their fighting power, while also suppressing our people's fighting power.

"Ma'am, let's go," said the members of the evil party.

"OK, then you go."