And not everyone wore black.
The strongest ones acted in their own appearances, so the enemy would notice that there were especially many beautiful girls.
But by the time most people saw those beautiful girls, they were already on the verge of death.
After a brief twenty-minute cleanup, several Cannon Fodder Misses slid down the wall of the building beside them.
Miss F5100 smiled slightly. "Sixth Street has been taken. Twelve battle sites. Forty-three enemies eliminated."
"So many?" the leader muttered to himself.
That number was far too high. The authorities would probably be alerted by this wave, right?
"To deal with the enemy, we deployed thirty Black Iron Rank members, along with four hundred Hidden Ones. In addition, two Mithril Rank experts took action and dealt with enemy powerhouses of the same rank."
"Mithril Rank?"
The leader's pupils contracted slightly.
Even to him, figures of that level were people he had to look up to.
"Can this be completely resolved this time?"
"Yes. I said it before. This is to clean up the trouble and draw out the big fish." Miss F5100 took a deep breath and faced north.
That Mithril Rank enemy was still calmly eating noodles.
The Battle
Of course, he was supposedly Mithril Rank, but he was actually Holy Spirit Rank. Mithril was merely his public identity. But anyone who knew even a little of the inside story understood what kind of powerhouse he truly was.
At that moment, the big shot in the Intelligence Department responsible for logistics management frowned slightly and put down his noodles again.
He looked out the window, his sharp instincts already sensing that something was wrong.
He stood up and walked to the entrance.
Only when his gaze fell on the surroundings did he realize that the once-bustling street