If it weren't for the fact that some materials were too difficult to obtain, Marisbury would really have wanted to make a set of such clothes for all of the subsequent Human Order protection teams. Putting aside the transformation function, just by making such materials into clothes and wearing them, they should be able to form a very strong protection.
In any case, this seemingly thin and light material had easily blocked a Mystic Code that was not particularly high-grade. At least compared to Kenneth's Mystic Code, this dagger was really a bit too simple in function. If it weren't for the fact that the mercenary had his own way of going out, he probably wouldn't even be able to sit on an airplane or a train. After all, this was an era where blades were regulated.
However, in the West or in a certain "free country," it was hard to say.
"How can this be? This is impossible!!"
The mercenary leader's mouth was wide open, his eyes wide, as if he had seen a ghost. Why did the trump card he relied on not have the slightest effect? In that case, hadn't he just sent himself directly into the opponent's attack range?
Shinji, who was holding a camera at the side and was still filming, had a smile on his face. It was just that this smile was clearly one of mockery. "Idiot! With just you, you still want to break through the armor that I and my super, invincible, cute-in-all-the-universe sister completed together? You're really daydreaming. This little dagger of yours, it's not even worthy of peeling fruit for us."
The knives they used to peel fruit and cook in Chaldea were all forged by the great blacksmith Aslan. How could they be compared to this broken dagger, which was probably made by some second-rate magus and hadn't been properly maintained for hundreds or thousands of years?
After hearing that his treasured collection didn't even have the qualifications to be a fruit knife for the other party, this mercenary leader just wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood. He knew that his treasured collection might not be top-tier, but he had also found someone to appraise it properly. In terms of the "piercing" attribute alone, there were not many people whose tools could compare to the weapon in his hand. Therefore, he had always been relatively confident in this weapon. As a killer, as long as he had one trump card that could pierce through defenses, he was already satisfied. So, the Kamen Rider before him, and that damned little brat, what was their identity? Which rich young master had they come from? To actually say that even such a weapon was not qualified to peel fruit for them!!
Even if they weren't some magi, there was no need to be "insulted" like this!
Matou Sakura, on the other hand, didn't say much. She just raised her own hands. The equipment on her body gave her unimaginable strength. Therefore, just with her bare hands, it was enough to break the hands and feet of this mercenary leader. Perhaps to be beaten up like this by a little girl, for this mercenary, it should be considered an insult.
When they were put in the special detention prison, and others asked him how he got in, others had all done some big things to get locked up. At that time, if he said he had his four limbs broken by a little girl with her bare hands, wouldn't that just make people laugh to death?
But even if he wanted to refuse, reality was not up to him. An indescribable pain came from his four limbs, causing this mercenary leader to fall to the ground. He was just an ordinary human, without any powerful recovery ability, so he could only lie paralyzed on the ground.
But even so, this mercenary still straightened his body. He was not reconciled. And so, he directly opened his mouth, preparing to launch a final counterattack. Even if only his teeth were left, he would still counterattack!
It was just that before he could bite down, an iron hammer rapidly expanded, and then smashed down hard. At the same time, the angry voice of a certain sister-complex was heard. "Go to hell! You bastard, don't even think about touching my adorable sister with your filthy mouth! Even I haven't bitten my adorable sister!!"
The sound of the iron hammer falling heavily, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering, rang out together. This time, this mercenary's spine was also completely broken. Originally, with his four limbs broken, he might still be able to move after a period of recuperation. But if his spine was broken, this mercenary leader would probably only be able to lie in bed for the rest of his life.
In fact, Antarctica's number one sister-complex had wanted to smash his head directly. This kind of bastard who wanted to touch his own sister with his filthy mouth deserved to die!! It was just that they needed to keep these mercenaries alive. If they couldn't find the box with the catalyst in the car, then they would still need to continue to torture these mercenaries.
The King of Conquerors' catalyst, even if it wasn't during a Holy Grail War, was an unimaginable treasure. Whether it was its cultural value or its value in summoning spirits in the world of magi. What's more, if a mission like this failed, it would affect their reputation in the industry.
Shinji, for the time being, didn't mention anything about reputation. It wasn't important to him. After all, he had no talent for magic. From this point alone, not many old-school magi would take him seriously. But, as a sister-complex, Shinji could not let his own sister fail a mission just like that. If needed, he would even help his sister develop a brain-reading device to directly extract all the information that these mercenaries knew in their minds. Even if doing so might be very inhumane, on one hand, Shinji saw Sakura Matou as more important than himself. On the other hand, with the blood of the Matou family flowing in him, it was no problem for him to be ruthless.
After confirming that there was no danger, Sakura Matou gently tapped the belt at her waist. The cherry-blossom-like belt emitted a bright light, and then quickly retracted, revealing her original appearance. After seeing that the existence who had defeated him was such a little girl who was even younger than he had imagined, the blood that had been stuck in his throat finally gushed out. Then, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out.
This matter seemed to be a bit of a big blow to him.
Matou Sakura's "three-no" expression did not change at all. However, those who were familiar with her would still clearly perceive the young lady's joy. After all, she had smoothly completed half of the commissioned mission, and had also tested out what kind of power this Kamen armament on her body had.
Shinji, in turn, looked at the overturned vehicle at the side, and then directly began to rummage through it. Finally, he took out a not-so-large box. There was a password on the box, but for Shinji, it was not difficult to crack at all.
As the sound of the lock on the box opening entered his ears, Shinji's body leaned to the side to avoid any counter-attack traps. After all, this group of mercenaries would stop at nothing.
The first moment the box was pushed open, a gunshot rang out from within. It was just that the bullet had hit nothing.