The northernmost tip of Manhattan Island, Fort Trion Park.

"The team has arrived at the location."

"Team in place."

Hearing the report from the earphones, Tennessee echoed his understanding while quietly taking a few steps forward.

Across the dense grove, fifty meters ahead, there is a building with a red roof.

Judging from the style and size of the building, this should be a private house built in the 1960s and 1970s. However, through the signs and billboards hanging outside the house, it is not difficult to see that it has been transformed into a commercial building integrating shopping and leisure.

"The pockets are already tied." Squatting behind the bushes, staring at the big red-roofed house not far away, Tennessee raised his hand and put it on Sif's waist, asking her for advice in a low voice: "Can we get started?"

"Are the girls on the river ready?" Looking back, Sif confirmed first.

"It's already in place, and it's lurking." Under the night, Tennessee's eyes flashed eagerly.

Looking at the big house again, after a few seconds of deliberation, Sif stretched her hand behind her back and grabbed the hilt of the sword on her back: "Then let's start."

Without speaking again, Tennessee just looked back and raised his right hand to make two gestures.

Following Tennessee's order, a dozen or so figures appeared in the woods behind the two of them.

"California, you take a group of people and go around from the south. The rest, follow me!"

"receive."

"Yes, Sister Tennessee."

"Remember not to kill yourself."

Reminding the last sentence, Tennessee stood up, walked out of the bushes with Sif, and took the lead towards the big house fifty meters away.

The greening in the park is well done, and the green lawn is well trimmed. Under the cover of night, everyone's whereabouts were well concealed, and thanks to the softness of the lawn, the footsteps were very slight, almost inaudible.

In addition, the group of people controlled by Lorelei are basically ordinary people. When performing security patrol tasks, they are far less meticulous than professional soldiers, and even inferior to those no-name security guards hired from the society. In the blink of an eye, the combat team led by Tennessee and Sif had already arrived in front of the big house.

After a few very weak muffled sounds, several guards outside the main entrance of the big house were knocked down and knocked unconscious, lying on the ground like a dead pig.

Looking at each other, Sif squatted down and touched the window on the side of the gate.

Tennessee, on the other hand, crouched and walked towards the window on the other side, while gesturing to the little sister following behind.

The battle plan had been discussed before the operation. After receiving the order from Tennessee, the two ship girls immediately turned around and quickly walked towards the cars in the parking lot in front of the house.

If it were someone else, it might take a little effort to paralyze these cars. But in the hands of the ship girls, it's mainly because they got more useful tools from Stark before departure. It didn't take a few seconds for the two ship girls to remove it with a small laser cutter. The front wheels of these cars.

At this time, Sif and Tennessee had also smashed the windows and led the team into the house.

"Bang bang!" The sound of the glass shattering finally aroused the vigilance of the enemy. After a few slightly panicked shouts, fierce gunshots rang out in the room.

Shotguns, pistols, and civilian semi-automatic rifles. If you are familiar with ordnance, you should be able to distinguish some differences from the gunshots and hear which weapons are firing.

Well, in fact, no matter what type of firearm it is, it cannot pose a threat to the ship girls.

After all, they are all elves born on battleships. Although they all look very delicate, they seem to be able to be knocked down by a gust of wind, but in fact, their defense power is completely equivalent to that of a battleship. Not to mention the individual firearms that can be controlled by manpower, even if it is replaced with a larger caliber vehicle-mounted weapon, it will still be unable to break through their defenses and cause them substantial damage.

On the contrary, Sif, who came from Asgard, felt some pressure. Although she has three times the physical fitness of the people on Earth, after all, her skin strength is slightly stronger than Thor who has not lifted the seal. little bit. The physical body alone can withstand the bullets of small-caliber pistols, but it is still a little bit meaningless when faced with more powerful semi-automatic rifles, or shotguns equipped with slugs that can hunt large animals.

You can't charge straight forward against the opponent's firepower like a ship girl, you have to set up a shield from time to time, or use your body to dodge flexibly. Fortunately, Sif has been diligent in training, and she is a master of cold weapons. He has accumulated countless experience in close combat with fire. Generally speaking, her combat efficiency is not much inferior to that of the ship girls.

"Ha!" Once again, the shield was set up to block the bullets fired by a certain hunk, and with the inertia of turning around, Sif kicked the vase down on the ground with one kick~lightnovelpub.net~.

It is quite thick, and there is still half a bottle of water that has not leaked.

"Crack." With a crisp sound, the vase shattered on the hunk's forehead, as if someone had hit it with an 80 hammer. The hunk stared cross-eyed and fell limply.

Almost at the same time, Tennessee also rushed in front of the other two guards, resisted the bullet attack, and rewarded each of them with a heavy punch.

One was smashed and lay on the floor, while the other flew out, broke through the window and hung on the window sill.

The guards at the back hadn't had time to rush over, and the few in front who hadn't been cleared away were also shocked by the attack of the ship girls, and forgot to fire for a while.

The scene fell into a brief silence.

At this moment, a head poked out from upstairs.

Perhaps it sensed this sight, or perhaps it was pure coincidence, Sif also raised her head at the same time.

"Lorelai! You can't escape."

"It's you again!" Looking at the murderous Sif downstairs, Lorelai showed a trace of panic and deep hatred on her face.

It was precisely because of Sif's relentless pursuit of her for thousands of miles, staring at her like a hanging ghost, that Lorelai was arrested six hundred years ago, and was finally locked in a dark cell. In other words, if it wasn't for Sif, she might still be enjoying the glory and wealth after usurping the throne, living a nourishing and chic life as a queen.

Hate because Sif ruined her own good deeds, and fear because it was in Sif's hands back then, so it's no wonder Lorelei would react like this after seeing Sif again.

"Kill her!" Called by Lorelai, the subordinates under her control picked up the guns in their hands again and launched a new round of attacks on Sif.