Please ask the dream.

Chapter 815: It may not be a good thing for a fisherman to catch fish

As the [Princess] left, Feng Xue's irritability slowly eased. He stood up, and the G·I particles that were fixed as ornaments quickly dispersed, wrapping his body layer by layer.

Faint electric arcs and transparent light like a veil swept across his body several times. After that, Feng Xue finally had to admit that there was indeed no "traces" of incoordination on his body.

"It's not hypnotic suggestion, nor is it mental control, nor is it drug control. Simple psychological profiling is not enough to penetrate my will defense. So, is it really that I lack a sense of crisis?"

Feng Xue always felt that he would not be so careless, but when he thought about it carefully, his idea of ​​writing books at home and going out to hunt when he was bored was quite arrogant in itself.

"Tsk..."

Feng Xue felt more and more annoyed as he heard the sound of surprise. He finished the spicy soup in a few mouthfuls, took out the tablet and started to activate his abilities.

"I can beat him to death, a visitor from another world who has landed nearby!"

The pendulum moved and rotated on the map faster and faster, and Feng Xue's action of enlarging the map also accelerated it.

"Wow, at this frequency, it will land within half an hour? Wait, isn't this the place where Diablo landed before? So someone is actually holding a comic convention there? The authorities actually allow it? Or is this the authorities' plan to fish for fish?"

Feng Xue's eyes suddenly became sharp, and the hesitation and imbalance in mentality caused by the "Princess" disappeared instantly at this moment.

He was still in a very irritable mood, and was so annoyed that he wanted to find a punching bag to vent his anger on.

But at the same time, his professionalism allows him to maintain the most basic rationality at all times, and after confirming the position, he immediately makes tactical plans.

This time, he did not try to cover up by going out. Instead, he sat calmly in the study, opened the window a crack, and sat at the desk watching an animation, which was replaced by a puppet silhouette.

Today, he was selecting the bad movies that he had prepared long ago. His notes, which were better than nothing, were also ready. He disappeared along the wall downstairs and quickly headed towards his destination...

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In the huge exhibition hall, the environment that should have been lively seemed a bit dull. Although the cosplayers in the exhibition were very professional in both makeup and clothing, they always gave people a strange sense of detachment.

"Master, they say that shells won't land in the same pit. It's been less than a month since the last incident. Can another one really happen in this shabby place?"

In the monitoring room, a young man dressed as a security guard asked an older colleague beside him, but the colleague glared at him and said:

"I don't know, but judging from the current national case summary, convention and exhibition centers, movie studios, and large theme parks are the areas most prone to outbreaks. This is the largest convention and exhibition center in our area, and we have to guard it regardless of whether there is one or not." The young policeman disguised as a security guard just nodded when he heard this. He knew this very well, he was just a little bored.

Although hundreds of extra-dimensional arrivals occurred in a short period of time, the number that could spread across the country was only a very small number. However, compared to those that have already caused an impact, the country is more worried about those that may have already arrived but mixed into the crowd before anyone noticed.

Although we know everything about the guys in these fictional stories, it is ultimately just the one-sided expression of the author. The good guys in the stories may not be that good in reality, and the bad guys in the stories may not be impossible to communicate with in reality. The current official idea is to at least find a target to communicate with first, and obtain more information about the advent events through research and analysis of the other party.

To this end, brother units from all over the country have tried their best, but there has been no successful case so far. And because of the special nature of comic exhibitions, it is even difficult for them to confirm whether someone did not come, or came but was treated as an ordinary cosplayer because he did not cause any trouble.

To this end, their district contacted the nearby police academy and mobilized a group of young people who had just graduated or were about to graduate to pretend to be cosplayers. Based on the stupid idea that "everyone is one of us, and the one who is not one of us must be an adventer", they began to wait and see.

However, no one actually has much hope for this phishing strategy, it is just a helpless act. After all, the news cannot be leaked at present, and it is impossible to seal the hall and prevent it from being used. Even if it is really closed, those who rely on it as a source of income will spontaneously look for alternative places, and enthusiasts will also move, and then the advent will become even more uncontrollable.

"Oh, I'm afraid that when the time comes, we won't be able to deal with it!" The young policeman pinched the bridge of his nose to relax himself. His master could only shake his head when he heard it.

Although he is old enough to be a master, he was born in 1985 after all. He has watched animation special effects and so on. Naturally, he knows how complicated things those imaginative authors can come up with.

Even if you don't watch it, just the pink-haired girl who was killed in the exhibition center before can skip more than ten seconds of time around the whole world. Who knows what kind of monsters will come out next.

"Sometimes I would rather have spiritual energy revived. At least when it revives, the locals gain power and everyone becomes stronger. What's the difference between this situation and the Earth Defense Organization that uses planes and tanks to fight monsters?"

"The difference is that there is no Ultraman in our team!" The master rolled his eyes and said unhappily. The young man grinned and suddenly had outrageous thoughts in his mind, such as "If I am the first to crash while flying a plane to fight monsters, can I become the human form of Ultraman?"

Fortunately, he is not in the air force and cannot fly a plane.

Just as the master and disciple were chatting about random things and constantly switching surveillance cameras to look for possible extra people, a strong vibration suddenly came.

Before anyone could realize what was happening, a wall of the convention center suddenly began to crack.

Although they did not get the specific information, the police officers and reserve police officers who came to participate in this operation had already known that they might face a terrorist attack with great danger. The moment they realized that something was wrong, all the knowledge they learned in school was activated. However, the change was more drastic than they had imagined. At the moment when most of the "cosers" just started to escape, the wall had collapsed, and in the smoke and dust, there was a silver-gray "giant"!
"Good news, it's not a monster." The master looked at the surveillance camera and muttered while picking up the emergency communication.

The disciple next to him sighed upon hearing this:

"Bad news, it's a Gundam (actually a mecha)!"

(End of this chapter)