Defect another world

He did sweep out a lot of bugs.

There are diabetes, fatty liver, all kinds of stones, and more dangerous ones, such as tumors that just sprout like sprouts that are about to move, and HIV that is low-key and never comes out.

Even if there is no war, the God of Reaper has already made a mark of directional blasting on everyone who enjoys the remaining life.

Meng Fei can easily cure these people's problems one by one.But a certain indifference and cruelty kept him on the sidelines.

What do these people have to do with him?
They are not Qingmang people.

In essence, he is not from Qingmang either.He traveled from a distant time and space.I don't know how it came, and I don't know how it will go.

But people will always naturally classify themselves into a certain group.He has silently stood in the position of Qingmang people.

The Tower of Babylon in this world is as fragile as in the previous world.

Xizhou people don't understand Qingmang people, and Qingmang people don't understand Xizhou people either.Since you don't understand me and I don't understand you, then I'm wasting negentropy and emotion to treat you ass.

Now he only cares about whether there will be a kind of bug that will cause some people to try their best to kill people, and even infect others with this bug.

And blood vessels are like broken water pipes, no matter how hard you squeeze them, blood will squeeze out from between your fingers.

There were corpses all around.He could name these corpses without looking, they were all his comrades in arms.

In such a densely populated residential area, if the "syndrome" had the infectious ability of influenza, then a few sneezes would be enough to infect half of the population.

Fortunately, his remaining sanity won the fierce struggle.

Until he set his sights on that person.

He clenched his fists and was sweating profusely. He was full of hatred for all the Weiyue people in his heart. He wished he could kill all the Weiyue people immediately, chop them into pieces, and leave no one behind!
"Warning! A system-level anomaly has been detected. The memory has been partially modified. Do you want to restore it?"

"Don't kill me buddy, I surrender."

Restore, restore, restore!

"I'm your mother, Xiyue dog!"

Once recovered, he was afraid that this deep-seated hatred would disappear forever, and revenge would never be carried out!
"Let's... recover."

Wherever you come from, you will go back to where you are.

In a fit of rage, he fought back the pangs of his wound.

Bah!Bah!Bah!
Bullets bloomed all over his body, and the intense pain and fear of dying and not dying ground him into fine flesh like a stone mill, turning into a paste of hatred flowing out of the cracks.

Insidious snipers shot at them from the glare of the morning light, leaving them with nowhere to escape.The dazzling sun made it impossible for them to fight back.

Hearing his begging for mercy, the muzzle of the opponent's gun was raised an inch and left his forehead.

He kept repeating the words in strange language, as if they could prevent a bullet from the black muzzle of the gun from smashing his head.

But when people came, there was only one black muzzle aimed at his forehead.He finally saw the enemy!
On the opponent's armband is a yellow moon and a black swallow.The scorching sun tanned the opponent's red skin, gray pupils, brown hair, and a silly smiling face.

The other party smiled even more distorted.

But on the man's red face, the corners of his mouth were cracked, revealing a few pale teeth. With a sneer, he turned the gun and pointed it at the wound on his shoulder:
"Go to hell, Beiming Pig!"

He was relieved.

He didn't even see the shadow of the enemy.Because looking up is either light or dim shadow.

Die...he didn't want to die.He wasn't ready to die at all.He didn't know what it was like to die.The other party is of the same kind as him and speaks almost the same language.Why must the same kind be treated so cruelly?

No matter where you are now, everything goes back the same way!

Meng Fei had already forgotten the word "Spiritual Realm".He even forgot who he was.

In despair they fell one by one.Wars are mostly one-sided carnage.The fierce fighting in film and television dramas is actually very rare.

He suddenly felt amused.

It seems that there is no.Even if there is, its proportion in the population must be extremely low, and its infectious ability is also very weak.

The scorching sun scorched his side face.The other side of his face was almost buried in the dirt.The soil has become as delicate as prickly heat powder due to the sun exposure.

Artistic world?

No.

Meng Fei seemed to have stepped into the time of a sage, and all the flames of emotion and desire gradually subsided.

Meng Fei was awakened, like a dream with strong emotions.

They also launched assaults many times in an attempt to fight a bloody path, but they always came face to face with relentless firepower, causing countless casualties.

Although the program written by Suzaku has been deleted, this part of his mind has been "programmed" by itself.As long as the consciousness of this part has not been destroyed, it can operate independently.

When he cast his eyes on that person, that person was like a reflection, and his gaze immediately came over.There seemed to be a bolt of lightning shooting out of the gray and hollow pupils.

Unknown abilities began to absorb injuries from the void, and weird brain waves were generated deep in his brain, sweeping around along the lines of nerve cells.

He had been shot in the shoulder, probably lodged in the shoulder blade.That place seemed to have a sharp knife constantly gouging out his flesh, and severe pain flowed through every blood vessel in his body.

"This……"

At this time, his heart was full of hatred and sorrow.This strong emotion was like some kind of drug, which made him deeply addicted to it.Revenge was his only desire now.

The hollow gray-blue color expanded violently, and the man's eyes swallowed all directions in an instant.The roof was gone, the surrounding walls were gone, the hallway and all the beds and floors were gone.

He has scanned dozens of people along the way, and found no bugs that could kill people.

He wanted to go to the hospital, where the doctor would inject him with painkillers, remove the bullet, and sew up the wound.He would lie comfortably on a bed with snow-white sheets, and the air conditioner was on in the room.

"Tough mouth!"

Then he fired a shot.

The hot air was mingled with the strong smell of blood and the buzz of glittering bluebottle flies.A thread of blood squirmed slowly on the mud like a dirty bug.

They were stuck in a dry and hot open field, surrounded by favorable terrain and shelters occupied by the enemy.

Isn't it a matter of course for Weiyue people to stick to their own country?
Isn't it natural for Beiming people to guard their own living space?

The Beiming people and the Weiyue people designed each other, framed each other, killed each other, hated each other, and never died. This is the arrangement of the Creator.

But does this have anything to do with him?

He's not even a green man.

No, he actually got tricked!
He woke up suddenly.Is this the source of the spread of "Sleepwalking Killer Syndrome"?Seize this opportunity and give this weirdo a "fix" and it's over?
But when he opened his eyes, there was only an empty corridor in front of him. Where could there be any weird people?