Constructing-Style Wizard - Chapter 134
Chapter 134: 86. It’s difficult to help a fool_2
Translator: 549690339
Noland Lee shook his head, steadied his mind, and cut off the idea of continuing to disassemble the Bone-mending Wand.
As an experienced player who had spent a fortune in mobile games, he was well aware of one thing:
Fate cannot be changed by playing games more, nor can a fortune be spent to change destiny, but with hard work, one can make up for their shortcomings.
Facing a new pool, if the first 20 draws don’t yield anything good, it’s better to stop. Save the money, buy something delicious, it’s better than mindlessly spending.
Noland Lee took a few deep breaths to calm himself and entered the mode for modifying the Undead Runes.
Time passed as he worked on breaking the Magic Protective Cover.
Unconsciously, Noland had weakened the magic protective cover by nearly 40%, and was on the verge of a great achievement.
During this period, no investigators from Division Intelligence Unit ft,vo appeared before him. Imperial soldiers who were collecting Death Element
Stones on the riverside also never came to pry.
Noland Lee worked in the quiet environment, his attention highly concentrated.
“Crunch, crunch…”
Someone walked over, stepping on the rocks.
Noland stopped his “pen tip”, took a pause in his breath, put the Rune Staff and the translated text into the cloth bag, flicked the metal box closed with the tip of his foot.
He could be sure that the person coming was definitely not Murphy.
Because Murphy would come and go like the wind, without any apparent movement.
People like the one who had walked toward him, with footsteps, were very likely military investigators from Division Intelligence Unit Two, who were now tracking the Bone-mending Wand.
Noland picked up the cloth bag, stepped lightly, and slowly retreated towards the riverside to withdraw.
As for the metal box containing the Bone-mending Wand, let it go, whoever wants this hot potato can take it, he didn’t want to carry the blame.
Noland Lee retreated step by step, quickly about to leave the scope of the shadows.
A woman’s voice rang out in his ear: “Stay where you are, Sin Soldier No. 888.”
Upon a closer look, a thin red light column pierced through the poisonous fog from a distance, landing on his chest.
It was as if someone was pointing a gun’s laser sight right at him.
When the person who emerged from the poisonous fog stood in front of Noland Lee, he realized that the red light column was emitted from the Red Bio-Spores on her arm.
Judging from her clothes, she was a Senior Investigator from Division Intelligence Unit Two with a Sergeant Major rank.
She was older, probably around 30 years old.
As he looked at her well-maintained beautiful face, Noland Lee couldn’t muster any appreciation, only thinking about how to escape.
“Don’t move, Sin Soldier No. 888. It only takes one-tenth of a second for my ‘Blazing Spores’ to blow a hole in your chest.”
The female investigator stared at Noland and stopped at the metal box.
She kicked the edge of the box with her right foot in her long boots, opening the lid.
Looking at the abundant Death Energy magic protective cover, the female investigator’s eyes remained unmoved.
She raised her head, her expression flat, and asked Noland:
“What were you doing just now, Sin Soldier No. 888? Do you Imow what this
Facing her inquiry, Noland Lee pursed his lips, chose to remain silent, and hoped for Murphy’s prompt return.
“I know what you are waiting for, Sin Soldier No. 888. I’ve seen many people like you.”
The female investigator raised her hand and pointed to the cloth bag in Noland’s hand:
“I can assure you, your Chief Officer won’t be back. She’s tied up with trouble and can’t get away. You can’t expect her to appear here or help you block anything. Now, hand over what’s in your hand. You can also choose not to hand it over, but if I use the Blazing Spores, the stuff in the bag will be mine too.”
Noland Lee took a slight breath and waved his right arm, throwing out the cloth bag.
The female investigator caught the bag, glanced at its contents, and looked at Noland Lee again:
“I’m satisfied with your cooperation. Now I’m informing you as an Investigator of Division Intelligence Unit Two that you must undergo a review by Division Intelligence Unit Two because you are suspected of participating in illegal activities of the Death Herald Guild. Hand over your issued gun, raise your hands, and squat down, holding your head. I’m going to take you back to the Legion Fortress immediately. Any resistance will be killed on the spot.” “Chief Officer, I’m still on a Corps Task.” Noland tried to argue.
“No, from the moment I appeared, your Corps Task has already been terminated. Don’t try to challenge my patience. Any resistance or argument will only confirm your identity as a Death Notice Spy. Now, hand over your gun, raise your hands, and squat down, holding your head. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
The female investigator’s attitude was tough, her tone cold. The red spores on her arm wriggled slightly, revealing a faint flame light; the threat was more than evident.
“So you’re saying I’m guilty, right?”
The female investigator sneered lightly:
“Yes, Sin Soldier No. 888. Face the facts. Either you’ll end up on the gallows, or you’ll spend your whole life in prison. No one can save you, not even Murphy.”
“All right. I’ve imagined this day would come. Luckily, I’ve never been fond of asking others for help.”
Noland’s eyes narrowed slightly, and an odd light flickered at the bottom of his eyes.
He scanned her appearance and posture from top to bottom, his gaze becoming more and more unrestrained, as if he had unlocked some kind of shackle in his mind.
He slowly moved his hands, unloading the rifle from his back and the gun from his waist.
“Why don’t you just kill me, Chief Officer?”
Noland Lee threw the guns on the ground and casually asked.
After he finished speaking, he didn’t raise his hands as she wished, but naturally let his arms hang down on both sides of his body, straightened up, looked straight into her eyes without fear..
