When Calvin Meyer took over the responsibility of commander, many people even thought that the Special Guards were just a vase stationed on the Emperor Star, and that their captain should have no abilities.

But after the Freedom Alliance sent out biological weapons that were difficult for even mecha teams to deal with, the people at Seidna Base discovered that the members of the special escort team were indeed capable.

Now, Calvin Meyer's decision makes everyone in the command room feel that this temporary commander has the courage to be as courageous as Major General Shu.

"Quick! Notice!"

"Open the protective shield in three minutes and meet the enemy head-on!"

"We must secure Seidna Base until support arrives!"

*

On the sixth floor underground, in the corridor not far from Computer Room 3.

boom--

The ground shook as a young technician in a blue uniform carried a soldier who was much larger than him on his back and moved forward slowly.

Compared to the thin young technician, the soldier was like a big mountain weighing on him.

The young technician panted as he walked down the ruined corridor, sweat dripping down his face and his calves trembling.

Suddenly, without noticing for a moment, he stepped on a gravel, staggered a few steps, and fell forward, including the person on his back.

Bang——

The whole person fell to the ground, and his palms rubbed wounds on the ground full of gravel, which instantly dyed the ground red.

The young technician's face wrinkled up in pain. He opened his eyes and looked at his hands, but a pair of black leather shoes attracted his attention.

The shiny black leather shoes are incompatible with the gravel on the ground. The style is a bit old. I don’t know what era they are from. At least the young technicians have never seen such leather shoes.

He raised his head anxiously, wanting to see if the person standing in front of him was a friendly or an enemy.

As if anticipating his reaction, the owner of the leather shoes squatted down, put his hands on his knees, and asked with a smile: "Which computer room are you from?"

The young technician's expression became dull, his eyes widened, and he didn't hear Simon's words at all.

Anman, who was standing aside, saw the nymphomaniac expression on the young technician's face and looked at Simon, who was squatting without any image.

"Please maintain the illusion, don't you know how much trouble your face will cause to ordinary humans?" Anman couldn't help but said sarcastically.

Obviously they are not a 'special group' like elves, who are famous for their beauty, but this pure-blooded vampire in front of him has a face that is more beautiful than any pure-blooded elves.

It’s strange that ordinary humans can think normally after seeing such a face.

Simon raised his right hand, touched his chin, and looked like he was thinking seriously.

After a while, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there any?"

His little employee looked at his face every day and was able to work normally. Moreover, Arnold also said that when he was working at the travel agency, the little girl was more efficient.

Seeing Simon's face that seemed to say, "You lied to me," Anman wanted to slap him, but he held back.

The main reason is that his slap may not be able to hit a pure-blooded vampire, especially this one is the legendary 'bloodthirsty prince'.

The head of the family warned him a few days ago not to mess with this person who is obviously a prince but claims to be a duke.

"Please believe me, your face is not something that just anyone can see." Anman said sincerely.

Simon glanced sideways at Amman. This old guy, like his master, didn't use curse words when swearing.

Standing up suddenly, Simon said with a polite smile on his face: "That's right, this kind of thing should be left to you, who looks ordinary."

With a twitch of the corner of his mouth, Anman stared at Simon silently, and at the same time complained crazily in his heart: The vampires are indeed chickens.

Complaints are complaints, but Anman didn't dare to offend this murderous demon.

He forced a smile and nodded: "Then leave it to me."

"Sorry to trouble you."

Simon made a gesture of invitation in a graceful manner, and then strode forward, no longer paying attention to the two people behind him, no, it was three people.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Anman squatted down and grabbed the soldier on the weak chicken on the ground with one hand. His movements were simple and rough, and seemed effortless.

Without the heavy burden on his body, the young technician only felt a lightness on his body. Only then did he notice the tough-looking middle-aged man standing in front of him.

"Who are you?" the young technician slowly got up and asked with confusion on his face.

He seemed to see a particularly good-looking face, but it was definitely not the middle-aged man in front of him.

The young technician felt that he might be hallucinating, and that he might have hit his head in the fall just now.

Simon, who had already left the corridor, had arrived at the corridor where Computer Room No. 3 was located. When he saw the hole in the wall of the corridor, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

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When Calvin Meyer took over the responsibility of commander, many people even thought that the Special Guards were just a vase stationed on the Emperor Star, and that their captain should have no abilities.

But after the Freedom Alliance sent out biological weapons that were difficult for even mecha teams to deal with, the people at Seidna Base discovered that the members of the special escort team were indeed capable.

Now, Calvin Meyer's decision makes everyone in the command room feel that this temporary commander has the courage to be as courageous as Major General Shu.

"Quick! Notice!"

"Open the protective shield in three minutes and meet the enemy head-on!"

"We must secure Seidna Base until support arrives!"

*

On the sixth floor underground, in the corridor not far from Computer Room 3.

boom--

The ground shook as a young technician in a blue uniform carried a soldier who was much larger than him on his back and moved forward slowly.

Compared to the thin young technician, the soldier was like a big mountain weighing on him.

The young technician panted as he walked down the ruined corridor, sweat dripping down his face and his calves trembling.

Suddenly, without noticing for a moment, he stepped on a gravel, staggered a few steps, and fell forward, including the person on his back.

Bang——

The whole person fell to the ground, and his palms rubbed wounds on the ground full of gravel, which instantly dyed the ground red.

The young technician's face wrinkled up in pain. He opened his eyes and looked at his hands, but a pair of black leather shoes attracted his attention.

The shiny black leather shoes are incompatible with the gravel on the ground. The style is a bit old. I don’t know what era they are from. At least the young technicians have never seen such leather shoes.

He raised his head anxiously, wanting to see if the person standing in front of him was a friendly or an enemy.

As if anticipating his reaction, the owner of the leather shoes squatted down, put his hands on his knees, and asked with a smile: "Which computer room are you from?"

The young technician's expression became dull, his eyes widened, and he didn't hear Simon's words at all.

Anman, who was standing aside, saw the nymphomaniac expression on the young technician's face and looked at Simon, who was squatting without any image.

"Please maintain the illusion, don't you know how much trouble your face will cause to ordinary humans?" Anman couldn't help but said sarcastically.

Obviously they are not a 'special group' like elves, who are famous for their beauty, but this pure-blooded vampire in front of him has a face that is more beautiful than any pure-blooded elves.

It’s strange that ordinary humans can think normally after seeing such a face.

Simon raised his right hand, touched his chin, and looked like he was thinking seriously.

After a while, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there any?"

His little employee looked at his face every day and was able to work normally. Moreover, Arnold also said that when he was working at the travel agency, the little girl was more efficient.

Seeing Simon's face that seemed to say, "You lied to me," Anman wanted to slap him, but he held back.

The main reason is that his slap may not be able to hit a pure-blooded vampire, especially this one is the legendary 'bloodthirsty prince'.

The head of the family warned him a few days ago not to mess with this person who is obviously a prince but claims to be a duke.

"Please believe me, your face is not something that just anyone can see." Anman said sincerely.

Simon glanced sideways at Amman. This old guy, like his master, didn't use curse words when swearing.

Standing up suddenly, Simon said with a polite smile on his face: "That's right, this kind of thing should be left to you, who looks ordinary."

With a twitch of the corner of his mouth, Anman stared at Simon silently, and at the same time complained crazily in his heart: The vampires are indeed chickens.

Complaints are complaints, but Anman didn't dare to offend this murderous demon.

He forced a smile and nodded: "Then leave it to me."

"Sorry to trouble you."

Simon made a gesture of invitation in a graceful manner, and then strode forward, no longer paying attention to the two people behind him, no, it was three people.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Anman squatted down and grabbed the soldier on the weak chicken on the ground with one hand. His movements were simple and rough, and seemed effortless.

Without the heavy burden on his body, the young technician only felt a lightness on his body. Only then did he notice the tough-looking middle-aged man standing in front of him.

"Who are you?" the young technician slowly got up and asked with confusion on his face.

He seemed to see a particularly good-looking face, but it was definitely not the middle-aged man in front of him.
To be continued...