Armor: I can only summon the general

In the Happy Castle, Qiao Shefei, who had just come out from the fight in the Hall of Light and Shadow, sat back in his original seat and continued chatting with An Mixiu across from him.

An Mixiu said with some emotion: "The technology tree of the people on Earth is really crooked. They don't even have anti-interference communication technology, but they can just teleport people everywhere casually. Even Ares doesn't have this." technology."

"Yeah, at first I thought their technology tree was askew, but I have to say that every civilization has its own unique development direction, and no one is the absolute standard. If you think about it this way, the technology tree of the earth is just the same. It’s not too crooked.”

Qiao Shefei pointed in the direction of the bathroom.

"That's the base of their armored warriors. You don't know how backward the control system inside is. Their computer computing speed is too slow. Any civilian computer in Ares is countless times faster than theirs, but that's How about it? Didn’t you develop group teleportation technology?”

An Mixiu looked in the direction Qiao Shefei was pointing, and then shook his head helplessly. As a reporter for the Eight-Day Magazine, it was his duty to track down the armored warriors and dig up news. But now, he suddenly became dissatisfied with his job. Lost interest.

The elusive armored warriors in the past were right in front of him, and the true colors of those armored warriors were also seen by him. Just as he thought, the so-called "city heroes" and "guardians of justice" were nothing more than a group of ordinary people. .

Especially when he learned that his best brother was also a member of the Armored Warriors, he felt strange in his heart, and the photos in the album that made him extremely satisfied no longer mattered.

Thinking of this, An Mixiu took out his camera, took out the memory card and placed it in front of Qiao Shefei.

"Qiao Shefei, these are the photos I took of you before. I didn't know what was going on here before, so I secretly took these photos and was secretly pleased with myself. Now I'm giving them to you. Please pass them on to Leader of your team, I don’t have a backup, all the photos are here.”

Qiao Shefei looked at An Mixiu, and then pushed the memory card in front of him back to him.

"No need. In fact, you are not the only one taking photos. As armored warriors, they will be the focus of the camera wherever they appear. It's not your part. As long as you delete the photos of their faces, the rest will be fine. It’s your job not to stop you from shooting and publishing, and Hua He and the others will understand you.”

An Mixiu lowered his head and looked at the memory card in front of him. He was indeed a little hesitant at this moment. The reporter's job was the most satisfying job for him in a thousand years. If he hadn't been sitting here today, sitting in the armored warrior's stronghold , he will definitely keep doing it.

However, now he no longer thinks so. At this moment, he suddenly feels a little sorry for these armored warriors. If it weren't for them, D City would never be as peaceful as it is now, but he is still digging into their privacy. This is really unfair. It should be.

Today on the battlefield at the pier, An Mixiu had a brief battle with the clone of the supernatural beast. To put it bluntly, in front of him, one of the top three individuals in the Nether Legion, the individual supernatural beast was completely different from him. opponent.

But he knows that there is not only one supernatural beast. From the past to the present, the supernatural beasts that have appeared in the city, including their clones, add up to dozens of them. If it were not for the armored warrior, he would have been alone. It is absolutely impossible to stop the attack of the supernatural beast, and even oneself has to get involved.

Furthermore, if it weren't for the armored warriors, all over the world might be attacked by supernatural beasts.

Ordinary people cannot defeat these monsters, and although powerful lethal weapons can turn them into magic stone state, they cannot completely seal these monsters. They will come back in a few years, and then the earth will never have peace. .

Therefore, thanks to the armored warriors, they have been fighting against the supernatural beasts for so many years. Generation after generation, they have worked tirelessly and succeeded in limiting the range of activities of the supernatural beasts to a very small area, without allowing them to spread to a large extent. disaster.

An Mixiu came to live near D City very early. He understood the importance of armored warriors very well, so when he was transferred to D City, under the influence of "obsession", his pursuit of armored warriors reached an extreme. high degree.

Until now, through contact with Hua He and Qiao Shefei, the obsession in his heart was temporarily suppressed. Now he can see the true self clearly. Many things that he couldn't figure out before can now be understood clearly.

Therefore, now An Mixiu also wants to understand that there are many jobs that can be done in this world, and it is not necessary to be a reporter.

After sighing heavily, An Mixiu pushed the memory card in front of him to Qiao Shefei.

"It's not my job from now on."

An Mixiu ripped off the press card and the work pass of the Eight-Day Journal from his chest. The gray energy lingered in his hand, the press card he had worked hard to get, and the editor of the Eight-Day Journal in D City that he had finally won. The ministry work permit slowly turned into a pile of ashes in his hands.

The gray energy slowly sank into An Mixiu's body. He stretched his hand to the side and raised it outward with force. The ashes in his hand floated in the air and disappeared after a while.

"Hey, An Mixiu, why are you doing this?"

Qiao Shefei shook his head helplessly, but from another perspective, he could also understand An Mixiu's approach.

Ever since they escaped from Ares, An Mixiu has been tortured by obsession. After so many years, An Mixiu is still like this.

An Mixiu opened his palm and glanced at Qiao Shefei, also showing him his attitude of correcting his mistakes when he knew they were wrong.

"Qiao Shefei, we have always been the best brothers. This is how I am. You know, I can see you today and see you like this. I am really happy for you, so I plan to change my job again. , leave this city and live a new life.”

An Mixiu smiled and said what he was thinking, which caused a wave of waves in Qiao Shefei's heart.

"Why? An Mixiu, we just met again, but you are leaving as soon as you turn around? Why can't you stay and live a good life here with me?"

Qiao Shefei was very puzzled and reluctant to let go. The two good brothers finally met each other after thousands of years. He had so much to say, but now his brother was leaving him. He couldn't help it. Solution, even more reluctant to give up.

"Qiao Shefei, whether you believe it or not, I have to tell you that if you meet me today, you will meet Ku Yisi tomorrow, and in the future you will meet Balu, Sabine, Kula, and the general. You were reminding me just now, but now you have forgotten that the general is not dead yet. If I stay here, he will come to you one day. Will you still be able to live a stable life by then?"

An Mixiu, who was opposite him, still had a smile on his face, as if he was telling a very trivial matter.