Tree spirits have a considerable degree of aggressiveness, especially when they are in order to protect themselves against attackers, they will always use their own natural weapons to catch their opponents off guard.

In addition to direct physical attack methods such as waving branches, wiping them with vines, or throwing fruits, spewing out burning saps, swallowing blindly approaching ignorant, and even spreading toxins around through pollen or breath are also their common methods.

Even if a known species of plants are transformed into tree spirits, it is difficult to predict how they will use to launch an attack. It seems that when a tree spirit appears, it will gain the power to contrast with itself, and those already-existing abilities will become stronger on the tree spirit.

The most dangerous among all kinds of tree spirits is undoubtedly the toxic plants. Their toxicity has been enhanced and they also have more deadly abilities.

This is the tree spirit who is enemies with them now. Its own existence is surrounded by many mysteries. Every sudden attack can always successfully calculate its enemies.

The sudden outbreak of poison gas made the already troubled situation even worse. The unprepared guards were suddenly frightened. Those who could barely support themselves did not dare to stay where they were. They could only take their fallen teammates away from the area covered with the fragrance of flowers as much as possible.

"Huh... I've been put on one."

Curt looked at the green plant suddenly embedded in the residential area and sighed with laughter. His expression was as usual, and his face was as sick as ever. Even if he had a sick look, he was much better than the security officers who were sent to the hospital for treatment.

At least he is the only person who can move freely after coming out of the poisonous gas area. Just this point, he has won the admiration of many security officials.

This is undoubtedly a trap. And it is very likely that this trap was set up since he found the body. Some people knew that Curt was investigating the Slots and the "Blue Eyes", so when he checked the body and informed the guards, they began to prepare this big pit, waiting for him and the guards to jump in.

He never expected that the other party would play this trick.

This trap may not be targeted at him. After all, for most people, he is just a small person. He doesn't need to spend this effort to design a big trap to make things difficult. Killing a bird does not require a big sword. It is not necessary to deal with a mercenary to harm the residents of a block.

The guards who were able to maintain suppression not long ago have now been driven away by the spreading fragrance of flowers, and can only look at the calming tree spirit from a distance. The area covered by the fragrance of flowers has been completely cleared, and even the streets have been strictly blocked and are prohibited from entering and leaving at will.

Fortunately, the guards were still a little prescient. Before the poisonous gas of the flower fragrance spread, they asked all nearby residents to leave their residences, which luckily prevented the victim from further expanding. Only the guards who were injured by the poisonous gas were closer.

Otherwise... this is going to make a big news.

Those reporters with a keen sense of smell did not know whether they smelled the news of the frustrated guards or the toxic fragrance of flowers, gathered like flies. Now there are a lot of long guns and short cannons aimed at the quarantine guards, and reporters from different newspapers were trying their best to take out information from his mouth.

Curt had an intuition - this should be a sure thing. Tomorrow, the front page headlines of various newspapers will definitely report the sudden appearance of this tree spirit with sensational words. As for the health of the security officers, this kind of unimportant statistics is probably only concerned by unknown tabloids.

The same object was questioned by the newspaper reporters. The residents brought out of the house were still scared and looked at the strange plant that appeared near their homes. They once complained about the police officers who asked them to leave their house in the middle of the night. But when they saw those police officers being transported out of the block one by one, they finally knew what the result would be if they didn't leave.

However, seeing those reporters keep recording negative reports about the security forces, they don’t know what these “Mr. A, Miss B, who did not want to be named” would say. He doubted that when he finally passed on the newspaper to other citizens who did not know the truth, there would be a few "truth" left to say.

Liqi once said that whether it is to take measures to mandate speech or allow freedom of the press, what is presented to you in the end may not be "real". Because these verbal words that represent the interests of some classes and groups that only report news are just telling their own "reality".

Curt agrees deeply about this.

Grosted and Beat have been sent to the hospital by the support staff who rushed to the hospital. Although Grosted was already in a coma, Beat also had a dark face and kept trembling. But after hearing the doctors on the train, if nothing unexpected happens, they should be able to recover after a few days of treatment.

Mr. Second-class Guard and his subordinates, who have been busy investigating for several days and have not had a good rest, can finally take advantage of this "work injury" opportunity to take a good rest. However, when they wake up, there may be more trouble waiting for them to deal with.

——At least now, an unrecognized security officer has been in place as the agent to replace him.

As a witness of the case, Curt was ordered not to run around, and he was happy to stay at the scene to see how the guards who arrived later handled the case. Except for Grosted and his subordinates, his relationship with other members of the security forces who held power was not good.

After all, he is just an ordinary iron-level mercenary. Organizations like militia like the Mercenary Management Office are always criticized for being involved in case investigations. Even the heavy-weight mercenaries with the highest honor in the Mercenary Management Office have to endure the rolling eyes of the security team. Not to mention him?

The relationship was not very good, and Curt didn't plan to watch the police jokes - these people were protecting the peace of the city in their way, and even with some different views, it was not intolerable. These guards were much harder than casual mercenary work.

As time passed by minute by minute, Curt felt as if he had been forgotten.

But this is not a mistake for the security officers. They are too busy. In just a short time, dozens of team members will be sent to the hospital, and there will be no enough staff. The follow-up troops are still coming one after another, but the security officers who are trapped in a vacuum of manpower can't get anyone to pay attention to him.

A mercenary appeared at the scene of the security work, which seemed abrupt. Fortunately, he did not carry a weapon and looked similar to ordinary people in his clothes. Every time a reporter came over and wanted to ask him something, he would always talk nonsense and talk about the topic elsewhere.

But it seems that it doesn't make sense to stay here. Curt casually greeted the security officer beside him, and then climbed to the second floor of a building next to the road and looked at the quiet plants in the distance. There are all low-tall houses nearby, and it's just right to use this place as a viewing point.

During the time they were delayed, the tree spirit also changed a lot. Looking from afar, I could no longer see its original appearance.

The white flowers on the plants gradually bloomed, and the dark green vines were gradually covered by the white spots blooming on the branches. The vines that had previously been madly moved became dull, and these thick strips lost their color at the moment when the white flowers grew, turning into a gray and dead branch hanging down to the ground.

Those white flowers are like it exchanged for life. The blooming of each white flower will make it lose its vitality. Layer layers of white flowers grow freely, while the huge plant body gradually fades. At the current speed, when all these white flowers bloom, this tree spirit will usher in the end of life.

"Hey! That guy - what's the name Rheinster!" Just as Curt was observing the changes in plants, the sound of the guard officer who succeeded Grosted suddenly came from the bottom of the building, "What are you doing on it? Come down! You are an important witness now, so you can't run around."

Looking at him who was immediately surrounded by reporters, Curt sighed secretly. His shouting undoubtedly brought him into the scope of the reporter's attention. Fortunately, the guard officer did not reveal his identity as a mercenary, otherwise there would definitely be something he didn't want to see on the headlines of the newspaper tomorrow.

Since he called his name wrong, then take this opportunity to divert the reporter's attention.

So Curt immediately replied: "Reporting to the chief, I'm looking at the plant! It seems that it has become a little strange. Do you need to pay attention?"

"Come down here quickly! You'd better find out what you are now!"

The security officer was furious to Curt's casual reaction. He shouted loudly and pushed away the reporters who were pushing him away. Perhaps because he used too much effort when he started, a reporter was pushed to the ground by him. This suddenly became the target of the reporters' fire, and he was buried in the sea of ​​reporters.

After three seconds of silence for the security officer who became sacrifices in the hands of hungry journalists, Curt's eyes once again moved to the tree spirits that were still growing flowers in the distance.

It comes and goes quickly, and now it has almost collapsed. Even if the guards do not take action, this tree spirit will soon decay due to its own reasons, right?

Curt thought so—until he saw a flower bud that was as big as a room from the pile of gray residue.

"Hey, you're not kidding?"

Those fine little flower buds are only as big as a baby's fist, but the effect accumulated in numbers is enough to poison dozens of close guard officers to the ground. Now, this flower bud extending from all the residue is not ten thousand times, but at least a thousand times - what are the consequences of letting it bloom?
Chapter completed!