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Chapter 1184 NO.90: You are biased against brothers ( monthly votes plus more updates)
Different dimensions have always been a unique choice in the choice of base construction and vehicle design.

Because in these different dimensions that are attached to the main material world, there are always some weird laws that are twisted from the main material world. The easy ones are color difference transformation, the more troublesome ones are like gravity reversal, and the dangerous ones are diverse.

What kind of dense chemical gases are harmful to organisms, what kind of chaotic electromagnetic moments form thunderstorm groups, and even some twisted laws that will cause mysterious death once triggered - these are of course obstacles to vehicle navigation and base establishment.

But once you overcome them, they are an unquestionable help.

For high-end designers, rather than isolating the rules, they are more pursuing harmony - integrating those abnormal rules into the structure of the work.

However, the richness of different dimensions directly increases the cost of pursuing a comprehensive design for vehicles.

At both ends of the balance between cost and technology, the former is unrealistic, while the latter is just tormenting oneself, and those vehicles that need to frequently travel between different dimensions are even more difficult to figure out with no end in sight.

Therefore, most of the pretentious high-end researchers quietly chose to set up bases.

For Omer, who has quietly hacked into the Yabo operation console, he is very happy that the Yabo people's choice in this regard is no different from the federal designers.

The content of the manual for dealing with gangsters from different dimensions was a perfect fit, saving him a lot of trouble.

But all this success only ends there.

Just like the character he typed directly into the screen said, the base here is very strangely set up.

Trying his best to avoid disturbing the Nayabo people, he went through the operation logs of the entire base. All he saw were the operation records of various facilities.

There is no base builder content and no end goal stated.

It is true that it is normal for the operation log not to mention these, but if it is not mentioned at all, especially the content that the device is responsible for - this can act as a missing part of the puzzle, but it will show a deliberateness.

This was not something that the Arbo man could do.

"No...no...this isn't right either...Ace..."

The low murmur like some pusher came from the Yabo man who looked a bit strange under the reverse color space.

He has not yet discovered that his operating system has been completely controlled by the prisoners behind the scenes.

He was still adjusting and monitoring the pictures that were gathered together subconsciously. Even though there were very few horse racing girls falling asleep at this point, it did not prevent him from continuing to switch repeatedly.

According to Omer's summary of the current situation, he locked everyone in here because he sensed Ace's aura.

Normally, this would be the time to go through the process of 'questioning or even torturing', but the result was that he insisted on the dream operation and left everyone behind.

It's like being trapped in some strong psychological suggestion.

[Moon Krait: Are there any traces of similar operations? 】

[Deep Coffee: No...he is just simple...incomplete]

[Moon krait: I think so]

Looking back at the Yabo man, whose visual appearance was absolutely fine, the devil's pupils could only see a dim red.

This is more like the residue of obsession than an evil spirit.

Whether He burned like that here step by step, or whether He was assigned to this position in this state from the beginning... We will have to wait for the teahouse to examine it later to find out.

But no matter what, the other party's current state doesn't look like he can process the log.

There must be something behind it——

"Ace!!!"

The sudden roar disturbed his thinking. He and the leisurely glass-covered team here looked at the suddenly excited Yabo people, and even looked at the large screen with stable colors in front of him.

The images of the three girls on the screen were clear, and everyone's eyes were focused on the blue-eyed girl in the middle and front.

Ace of Katsuragi, in the eyes of the Awa people, obviously has more than just the aura of Ace. So he shouted, he roared, and he immediately exhaled the keys in front of him, causing the model of the giant ant super beast Ali Punta to appear instantly. Just when he was about to release his brazen fist, he saw The model suddenly shattered, and at the same time, there was a shattering sound from reality as its dubbing.

Bang!
This movement forced him to look back.

But this time when he turned around, he saw an angry glare with golden eyes zooming closer!
Before he had time to react, his face met the opponent's fist in shock, and he even heard the angry rebuke of "Pretending to be a ghost!!"

However, he saw the fist passing through his body, and the guy who was punching seemed to be stunned in place, and then began to tremble inexplicably.

"What kind of warrior shock is that?" Xiao Lu, who didn't see the problem, asked Sero in a low voice.

"Uh..." Zero, who was the only one who didn't lack this kind of vision, hesitated for a moment.

The experience of being stared at as trash not long ago made him regain his hesitation in this regard.

Well, re.

He had to admit that in this vacation-like world without those acquaintances, without those elders, and not even a chance to do anything.

Not only did I become lax, I also became too lax.

But even if he regains his original maturity, he doesn't have much chance to perform at the moment.

Because even if Narita Shiruhito froze on the spot, she had indirectly 'controlled' the Awa people who were also staring at her with confusion.

In the time difference of less than a second, the Manchester City Teahouse, whose feet were like the last three waves of sprint, had already raised its hand to cover the face of Nayabo.

Unlike Bai Ren, under the dark magic circle formed in her palm, she easily pressed him to the ground and fixed his limbs just like suppressing an ordinary person.

There are countless visual ghost outlines surrounding him, turning into array shackles that are enough to imprison his limbs and neck.

At the same time, Tako, who had surpassed the two, ran to the operating table and began to operate with the vigilance of Orihime and her sister who were invisible to ordinary people.

But Bourbon stayed where he was. A few seconds later, the three racing girls suddenly appeared under the broken glass cover in shock, waving to the Katsuragi ace who was still in the middle:
"Where are the Awa people, Katsuragi-senpai."

Each performs his or her duties, acting as a cog in the flawless action between lightning and flint. Everything is as planned on the mobile phone before, even Narita Shirohito's mistakes are taken into account.

After all, when everyone was plotting in the chat room before, Bai Ren was pulling himself up there.

I'm probably not looking at my cell phone, so it would be inappropriate to interrupt, but the number of people operating at the moment is also exceeding the limit.

So Omo simply didn't include her in the action list, let alone assign action steps.

On the contrary, I considered that the other party's rash actions might hinder the response of others - but the reality did not reach that point.

"Is this the Abo man?"

Standing next to the teahouse, overlooking the Awa people who were trying to struggle but were restricted by the magic circle, Katsuragi Ace was obviously surprised that the trip went smoothly.

It seemed that there was no need to use the double rings on the fingers, as the criminal had already been subdued.

Then why did I come here?

What about Omer?
She turned around and saw a tall demon carrying an iron coffin, shaking out a series of dangerous knives, blunt instruments, and firearms from it like shaking a cloth bag, and then quickly stuffing the equipment in front of her into the coffin.

"?"

It was hard for her not to ask questions.

This one looks more like a criminal.

　First come the business-style thank you for your monthly ticket support, and then the real version of the p-face update.

　　I'm convinced. I was still typing when I heard my phone vibrating wildly.
　　(End of this chapter)