Manual of Space-Time Interference

"I think you should put the gun down. You should know that this rifle in your hand can only rub a little skin on my armor?" Dialect said to the person holding the gun in front of him, and then scornfully dismissed He glanced at the machine gun position next to him,

"And you, don't think about shooting. Before you shoot, do you think your bullet pierced through my armor first or my armor smashed your head first?"

"Put down the gun, how can the gun be pointed at our own comrades?"

A voice came from the side, and the dialect tilted his head slightly, and saw a fat ball of flesh running over, taking a step, the flesh on his body had to jump...

"Who are you?" Dialect asked with a glance, looking at the skinny crowd in the town, he sighed involuntarily.

"My surname is Luo, Luo Xiang, just watch the gate." Luo Xiang replied with a smile, the fat on his face was almost crowded into a ball, and continued flatteringly, "Chief, why don't we go ahead and talk. , drink water?"

"No need!" Fang Yan waved his hand, looked at the guard standing in front of the door with a bell hanging, and shouted abruptly, "Stand at attention!"

"Bang tart!"

The guard in front of him stood upright subconsciously, he was stunned for a while, then turned his head to look in the direction of the dialect.

"There are difficulties, I can understand, but you have to remember that you are a soldier." Fang Yan said softly, tidied up the guard's collar with his hands, then patted his shoulder, and went directly across the gate to the town. walked over.

"Brother, give me something to eat..."

"Brother, let's do it..."

"Boy..."

The elderly and children around them quickly surrounded them, but perhaps because of the deterrent effect of the power armor on Dialect, they did not make any further moves, but they did not take any further action when they watched Dialect stop. They slowly got together again, until the three layers of the dialect were wrapped up.

Ragged, sallow skin, bony...

Dialect looked around at the person who was wrapping him, closed his eyes, and shrank his hand that was about to reach for the small backpack. After he took a breath, he stepped on his footsteps again.

"elder brother……"

Pulling a hand on his backpack, Fang Yan stopped when he was about to take another step. He looked back at the boy who was holding his clothes, and then glanced at the expectant eyes in the eyes of the group of people around him. In the end, he slowly shook his head, pulled the little boy's hand down, and moved his footsteps again.

"Young man, give me something to eat, we haven't eaten for two days..."

"Brother, you have pity on me..."

The crowd began to riot, and the expectations in their eyes turned into desires. The big backpack seemed to be like a devil's fruit, constantly seducing the deep desires of this group of people.

But the dialect knows that he can't give it, and he shouldn't give it. Giving it to one person will harm him, but giving it to everyone will harm himself, or the world...

"Boy..."

One hand was pulled on the backpack again, and more hands were slowly stretched out. Dialect quickly raised the muzzle of his gun, and was about to pull the trigger to warn the police, but unexpectedly a gunshot came one step ahead. rang.

"boom!"

The surrounding crowd instantly dispersed as birds and beasts, and Dialect also instantly raised his gun and aimed in the direction of the gunshot, and then slowly put it down.

"These refugees! Bah!"

Luo Xiang put down the pistol that was still smoking in his hand, scolded the refugees scattered around, and then spit out a mouthful of phlegm. Then he looked in the direction of the dialect and put it on his face again. With a flattering smile, "Sir, don't worry, the group of refugees should be frightened."

"It's okay!" Dialect replied indifferently, waved at Luo Xiang, then glanced at the eyes from the guard, and then continued to walk towards the interior of the town.

"Chief, our mayor will be here soon, why don't you wait for a while? Otherwise, they will be like just now." Luo Xiang leaned over to the dialect and continued, pointing slightly with his hand, still secretly stealing People who read dialects.

"No, I'll go shopping first!" Fang Yan refused, continuing to walk forward with his own steps.

"The chief, bring Xiao Zhang, he is more familiar?" Luo Xiang asked tentatively.

Dialect frowned, and finally nodded slightly. Luo Xiang looked at it, greeted Xiao Zhang with his hand, and then said flatteringly, "Then I'll go back first?"

Fang Yan waved his hand, and after watching the meatball roll back to his post, he turned to look at Xiao Zhang, who was not dressed properly, "Walk around first, you will follow, and I will ask you something later. "

"Okay!" Xiao Zhang replied, looking at the dialect walking in front of him, he quietly waved his hand to the meat ball behind him, and then followed.

As for the meatball Luo Xiang, he walked into a room next to him, took out his intercom, pressed a button and said, "Mayor, that person wants to stroll around the town first, I Xiao Zhang has already been asked to follow him as a guide, and if there is a chance, he will take that person to our trap."

"Xiao Luo, you did a good job!"

A voice came from the intercom, and Luo Xiang also sighed with relief, then sat on the bench, looking at a timid woman in the corner and shouted, "Come over quickly!"

...

And these are really seen by the dialect through a small mechanical flying insect clinging to the wall, and at the same time, Nuwa also compares the mouth shape and translates these words in real time into his ears.

He turned his head and glanced at Xiao Zhang who was following behind him, and the dialect continued to walk forward ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, but there was a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth.

There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are called kings. Without the constraints of morality and law, human desires will begin to expand infinitely. At this time, people will become terrifying, and no one will know...

Fang Yan shook his head, looked at the numb pedestrians around him, sighed, and continued to walk forward.

In fact, he doesn't have a very good way. People, he can kill, but he can't stop the desires in people's hearts. Even if he can kill one or a group, what will the successors in the future do?

Maybe, I need a good mayor...

"V79!" Dialect thought, inexplicably said a number, then looked at the prompt on the light screen, and then said, "Connect to Chu Xuan's communicator!"

"Communicator connected!"

A sentence appeared on the screen again. Dialect looked at it, glanced at the picture on the screen next to it without mosaic, and said softly, "Chu Xuan, are you interested in being the mayor of this Yellowstone Town?"