Chapter 493 NO76 The performance of the local horse girl is not very good

Author: Gu Xinxuan

Chapter 493 NO.76 The performance of the local horse girl is not very good

"Excuse me, did you miss something here?"

"What can happen? It's not the same as before..."

Metronians have very little patience, and would rather explain things with actual pictures than with long conversations.

At the moment, you can also see his palm protruding from the coiled tentacles. With a swipe in the air, countless screens appear around him, showing the visitors images of battles at different times and in different areas.

The unknown Ultraman, the Servants he met one-on-one, the super agent and the members of the Edge Runner mercenary group that made his eyes pause for a moment...

"This kind of surveillance work is completely meaningless. Boss, they don't close the door, they just keep letting people in. Now the people who come to the base to cause damage are even strangers. Are you interested in these things? Or not at all.

Do you know anyone?"

"I don't have many acquaintances. I feel like someone may have sent a commission to the real mercenary station. They are all strangers who are suspected of being mercenaries."

Omo watched several men and women on the screen easily attack, kidnap several aliens, and then destroy the surveillance footage. It was difficult to tell which side of the screen was the villain.

But these people are indeed unknown to him, and he doesn't know if the edge runners spread the news or if other mercenaries are well-informed.

After all, the authorities, Chaldea, and the Clock Tower do not control information.

"Mercenary? Yes, the mercenary industry in this world is also very developed." Staring completely at the screen in front of him, he looked like he had given up thinking when he opened his mouth. The Metron star looked at it, and then suddenly looked up at him, "

Wait, why are you here?"

"Your reflex arc is too long."

Omo, who was walking around in this dark and closed room, was currently looking at the numerical trends on a physical screen.

Before the label of horse racing girl, Tver is undoubtedly a fanatical fan, so fanatical that she is willing to cover for Omer - as long as Omer is willing to take him to the event site to watch the game and give him the opportunity to take photos

.

But even such fanaticism cannot overcome the oppression of social animals by work.

Today, he didn't mention anything about the competition to Omer, and instead returned to his job.

But even so, social animals also have their own ways of resistance, such as... watching the live broadcast of the horse racing girl's race at the post.

When your boss is not around, just touch him for a while. This is the lowest threshold of resistance, and it is also good for rejuvenating your tired body and mind.

Especially for aliens like them who do not have enough ability to escape from this data world.

Full-time jobs in the data world also mean a closed experience like being in prison, not to mention watching lower-level employees being literally killed by 'just men' from time to time.

"Isn't this what the life of a cadre of a villain organization is like? Everyone is on the road to be killed by a hero~"

"Don't just say that with such a relaxed face! Isn't your horse girl competing!?" The Metron star lowered his head slightly, looked at the live broadcast of the horse girl entering the gate above, and then looked at this 'live-up'

The responsible trainer suddenly became furious.

"Is this the point? You really don't have the consciousness of being a technician."

"Because I'm not a technician! I just know enough to help the Knuckles debug the equipment. I'm only responsible for statistics!"

Although he was very angry, as a witness who witnessed the other party's killing of Magma III, the Metron still did not have the courage to take action.

"Don't be so angry, I still need your help to guide the way to the Knuckles," said Omo, who had just exited from the terminal shooting function, and turned to look at him, "Well, I'll tell you why you don't have to worry about the waves.

For other reasons, how about you be a little more serious?"

"What's the reason? She's being targeted by all the horse racing ladies! It's very difficult to run this kind of competition if more than three horse racing ladies are targeting her at the same time! She will be surrounded and suppressed!"

Just like a traffic jam in an urban area, spaces are occupied in front and on the left and right. Unless you have enough strength, it will be difficult to escape from the encirclement.

But even if you have enough strength, wasting your energy on forcing a breakthrough is not a good choice. After all, the venue for this game is sand, which consumes more strength and even endurance than grass.

"So... is there a possibility?" Omer walked closer to him and looked at his normal screen, "She doesn't need to worry about being surrounded?"

"..." The cosmonaut, who looked like a fan of horse racing, was startled when he heard this.

For someone like Miura Bourbon, who was a triple crown seed player who was in the limelight just a few months ago, he is naturally familiar with it, let alone the opponent's consistent running style.

Just like this moment——

——

The moment the gate opened with a crisp sound, the sound of breaking wind also came.

From then on, what was heard on the field was not the usual cheers, but shouts of shock and surprise.

"Miura Bourbon! The first one to start! It's the super express of the chestnut hair who has won seven games!! She still chose to run in the lead in today's Kokura Arena!! To beat the second player

The sand and stone command the gap between two horses!!!”

The audience was in an uproar.

Although they all know that Miura Bourbon's consistent style is to lead and escape.

If we were to list the most famous horse escapes in recent years, Miura Bourbon must be among them.

But even so...

Ten steps.

Ten steps out of the gate.

The astonishing acceleration had already brought her to the front of the queue, surpassing the other fleeing horse behind her by two lengths.

Miura Bourbon, who was silent and had not spoken to anyone since he walked out of the corridor. Just like the rumored Miura Bourbon, who looked like a bloodless and tearless cyborg, with his silent footsteps, he interpreted the passion that comes from speed.

oppression.

That makes people feel almost desperate and oppressive after exiting the gate.

What is despair?

Despair means that you know that you are in excellent condition, that you have no injuries, and that the opponent is not a "brake stallion" activated by the "red skill", but simply crushed you with speed.

You have no hope.

You can't find an excuse.

Obviously knowing that the opponent is always famous for his great escapes, he played it repeatedly and studied the opponent's past game videos.

He knew that the opponent's prologue acceleration was so strong that he and others even needed to be the first to activate the restraint-type skills.

Even those that do not belong to the Three Goddess series, the source energy ‘off-board moves’ that can appear in the recent OP events and Dream Cup are all ready to go.

But when the other party really stepped forward and splashed countless gravel - all the hearts that had been premeditated and ready to move were easily trampled under their feet.

He was driven by those legs that were still speeding up, as if they were tireless and showed no mercy.

【コンセントレーション】/focus

【Escape straight line○】/Escape horse straight line○

【クロックアップ】/Super speed

Her power, which is almost equivalent to a passive skill, has been developed over countless days and months. As long as she is in the starting position, as long as she targets the first place, she will be like an overloaded speed machine, with her core pumping the unparalleled power. power.

But in that seemingly over-accelerated pace, there is also a will called precision.

His slightly leaning posture is extremely stable, and his running steps are so precise.

And those blue eyes didn't even want to pay the slightest attention to the rear.

There is no pride, no pity, and even when looking ahead, there is no satisfaction and expectation.

She just stared ahead.

That's all.
Chapter completed!