I am A Villain

Yang found that now he is no longer in the cell of the headquarters of the Undead Bird Company.

And the moment he saw his surroundings clearly, he first smelled

Ok

Very familiar taste.

Smoky.

This is the taste left behind after a massive battle of hot weapons.

At one time, when Luo still occupied the dominant position, when he was fighting in various underground battlefields, he always carried such a faint fragrance.

Of course, this fragrance can be covered, and another smell that can cover it is the **** smell.

Yang Shen took a breath.

Probably influenced by Luo, he felt very comfortable with this long-lost breath.

Because in addition to the strong smell of smoky smoke, he also heard various noisy sounds.

Since this period of time, Yang spent a period of time in a quiet cell without a sound, which directly caused him to miss this noisy environment very strongly.

Everything about him seems to be incompatible with Rogge. Roe likes to be quiet. He likes to shut himself in a closed environment without any light. However, Yang is not the case, he just likes the mess.

Just like now.

Yang body is in a piece

Uh, how to say.

He himself did not know where it was.

Because in his impression, there seems to be no place that is more similar to the surrounding environment.

Wherever he looks, the tone is the same.

Whether it is land or sky, or other dilapidated buildings, there seems to be a rotten and yellow atmosphere.

If you have to use some more adjectives to modify it.

That should be the feeling of the cowboys in North America in the 1990s.

Everything looks like fallen leaves on the verge of withering, revealing Xiao Xiao's feeling everywhere.

However, unlike the older generation of western movies, the broken buildings around the area are very modern. Although they are already broken, you can still see that the buildings with hundreds of floors are modern.

Then at least be sure.

"I shouldn't have crossed into a western movie."

Yang muttered.

He can basically be sure that the blurry picture that appears in front of each moment of death in the field of informal time is the present world.

As for why this is so, Yang of course will not understand.

Of course, he was too lazy to figure it out.

Because at this moment he had felt a muzzle with temperature against his head.

He could even hear high-frequency sound waves of fluctuating energy from the barrel.

Shorty is still a high-tech weapon.

Yang whispered in his heart.

But on the bright side, he raised his hands high.

Speaking in a little fluent Chinese, he said: "Heroic man spares his life, just look at my self-made clothes and know that there is nothing valuable in me."

Yang is telling the truth. His dress at the moment is still his own shape in the cell of the Undead Bird Company. His upper body is naked, his lower body is a ragged trousers, no shoes

It can be said that there are more beggars than beggars.

"What the **** are you talking about ?!"

There was a rough voice behind him.

The other party uses English, and English with an Australian accent.

Obviously this guy can't understand Yang's extremely common Mandarin.

"Oh sorry, the communication with Zhou Wen has always been in Chinese during this time, and it hasn't been changed for a while." Yang rolled his eyes.

He switched his language pack.

auzw.com

"Brother, look, there is nothing valuable in me."

Yang shook his trouser legs.

What he looks like now is indeed miserable.

But the other party obviously didn't appreciate it.

"Oh, I know this tattoo."

The other party made a sound that made Yang somewhat puzzled.

But immediately afterwards, Yang heard the tumbling energy of the barrel inside the barrel that was holding his head getting stronger.

"Oh, this is a bit like the Western world."

He spat out.

0.5 seconds before the gunman pulled the trigger.

Yang's figure had disappeared in the direction of his muzzle.

He pressed the barrel with his elbow, followed by a series of conditioned reflexes, hitting his knees sideways, grabbing the gun, locking his throat

According to the normal script, there should be a head hammer hitting the opponent's nose after locking the throat.

Because the position of the other person ’s muzzle touches his back brain, Yang can basically judge that the other person ’s height is much higher than his own. Go up, you can definitely make the nose bridge off.

So that the other party loses combat power.

However, this script only applies to Luo before the symbiosis.

With his physical fitness within the scope of normal people, he can perfectly kill his opponent with this set of actions.

But for Yang

By the time he locked the other person's throat, the man with a gun had been pinched off his neck and gasped.

A gust of wind blew past.

The big, burly guy fell to his knees slowly in front of Yang.

"Uh, a little embarrassing."

Yang shrugged.

He seems to have forgotten the fragility of ordinary humans.

Only then did he fully see the guy who was trying to burst his head.

Look at his dress, not like people of any previous era.

He has very advanced weapons. This is undoubtedly. He looked at the very familiar icon marked on the weapon and murmured with a lip:

"Is it his Adam technology again, the soul is not gone."

Although I don't know when Adam Technology began to make weapons publicly, Yang is more curious about who this man wearing a black cloak is.

Unfortunately, the other party has been killed by him.

This is why Yang doesn't like Luo's decisive decisive homicide.

No fun.

It is simply a murder without a dream.

But look at each other's wear

There are a lot of fragmented armed configurations on the big man, including special material breastplates, military boots, etc., but these things look similar to the surrounding environment and are very old.

Even the big man himself is very "stale".

The whole person looks dirty, a breath of eschatology

Yang picked up Dahan's gun.

This thing is similar to those of the Undead Bird Company, which is completely driven by energy.

God knows when Adam Technology learned this technology.

However, just when he was tinkering with weapons.

Yang's ears were keenly aware of the shattering footsteps in the shadows of the surrounding environment, as well as the movement of the weapons rubbing.

"Well, I started to like the world a little bit."

A strange smile appeared in the corner of Yang Mouth.