Uchiha's Dimensional Invasion Plan

Chizi spread his hands helplessly, and smiled wryly at the girls: "You think too much, he is not that kind of person, and we don't know what they are talking about, maybe he just happened to come to this kind of place and ask just a way"

As soon as Chizi finished speaking, Xing pointed to the alley and exclaimed: "Look, that guy followed those two people in."

Chizi's embarrassment flashed past.

Qingshan said: "Chizi, do you really not consider driving him away? What Xing said makes sense, just in case......"

Chizi shook his head: "A person's good and evil cannot be judged by the naked eye alone, I believe them."

After that, she changed the subject and said, "Maki has been in a coma for a long time, we'd better take her to the hospital for a good look, and nothing will happen to her."

Hearing this, everyone was pulled out of this incident.

Xing curled his lips and complained: "It's all the fault of Zhenji, who said that he must see the blood knight, and now he wasted all his time in vain, and even made himself pass out."

Yizi said lightly: "I'm more concerned about whether she has learned a lesson from this incident, but don't worry about yelling to attract the blood knight when she wakes up and doesn't have a long memory."

Qingshan said with a hint of malice: "This is easy to solve. We just need to say that we really encountered a ghost and were rescued by the blood knight soon? Anyway, she doesn't know anything."

"Hey! It seems super fun to do this? But what kind of ghosts are we talking about?" Xing's eyes lit up, and he shouted excitedly.

Yizi smiled evilly: "Since it's a white bandage, why not say it's a monster wrapped in white cloth? Let's talk about the specific image. Let's just say that it passed by and I didn't see it clearly. I guess, this guy I guess I don't remember clearly."

Chizi pursed her lips with a slight smile: "You guys are really...well, I hope Maki never knows about it."

At the same time, in the dim corridor, Jie simply counted the banknotes in his hand, and said angrily: "Is that all? The pimp business should not be as bad as imagined, right?"

Hearing this, the man on the ground held his companion beside him, and said with a bitter face: "It's really only these, we all count, and the salary will be paid after the statistics are completed on the [-]th of each month." , I dare not lie to you."

Jie said coldly: "If I find out the shares, you will be dead."

The man pressed his companion to the ground, sat up frankly, took off his jacket and threw it over, then pressed his companion with one hand, and began to undo his belt with the other, apparently planning to take off his pants as well.

Pedestrians coming and going on the street cast their gazes at the unscrupulous few people in the darkness, sighed and shook their heads, and walked quickly, some with children would cover their eyes, no, I know it is While lamenting the deteriorating world, still lamenting the loss of law and order, it is such an aboveboard robbery.

After seeing this scene, even the passers-by in the corridor wisely chose to take a detour to avoid it, and no one passed by him.

And the man sitting on the companion didn't have any scruples at all, and just took off his clothes on his own.

Fortunately, this extremely misleading scene didn't last long, when the man took off his pants and was about to take off his underwear, Jie waved his hand to stop him: "Forget it, let's stop here, by the way Let me tell you something, if I dare to let you buy and sell by force, things will not be so simple."

The man quickly nodded and laughed, "No, never again."

Seeing this, Jie nodded slightly and walked out of the corridor.

At this time, the man suddenly shouted at his back: "By the way, sir, don't you really plan to experience it? Although the price is a bit high, the service will definitely satisfy you."

It's really a hob meat that remembers to eat but not to hit!Jie stared at him speechlessly, and quickly left the alley without saying a word.

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"Damn it! How can people fight machines? What happened to those people? Who can give me a reasonable explanation."

In the office glowing with metal, the middle-aged man in uniform punched the table angrily and questioned the big screen facing him.

The young officer on the screen gave a very standard military salute, and replied in a depressed mood: "The preliminary judgment is that it is unlikely to be a modified person, because through relevant tests, we have not found any machinery in their bodies, or even genes that are different from normal humans. The problem."

"Bastard, this is the final answer you gave me at such a cost?" Hearing the words on the screen, the man's face darkened and he stood up.

"Normal human beings! Can normal human beings spray such a big fireball from their mouths? Can normal human beings jump hundreds of meters high? Can normal human beings just glance at them and make you shoot at your companions?"

"A district was captured, and it took a month for the incident to be discovered. As a result, 3000 special forces members and [-] new-style Gundams were wiped out by less than [-] people."

"What do you want the parliament to think of me, how do you want me to explain to the people, are you worthy of that honor, worthy of that generous salary?"

"You trash, incompetent trash, trash, idiots, the Federation spent so much money to support you, and sacrificed so much, but this is the only thing you handed over to me."

"So far, it's just a guess, a normal human guess! This is a report made by some idiot, I'm going to send him to court-martial...... No, I'm going to kill him directly!"

The scolding became louder and louder, and the man just vented his anger through the screen without caring about his image at all.

The guards passing back and forth in the corridor, and even the office staff downstairs were all affected by this. They lowered their heads in silence, and fixed their eyes on the work in front of them, intending to throw out the empathetic anxiety out of their minds.

The man on the screen fell completely silent, while the people in the office scolded louder and louder. At the end of the scolding, he simply roared angrily.

The lunar base in District 11 was invaded, and a large number of officers were arrested. However, the rescue force dispatched by the Federation failed to even get close to the surface of the moon, and was smashed to pieces.

As for the ones who defeated them, if it was other federations, or ZAFT's adjusters, it would be fine, but it happened to be some unimaginable monsters, monsters that looked exactly like them, the kind that could breathe fireballs and chop battleships with knives monster.

If that's all, that's all, but his investigators are still blind and define these monsters as human beings, or ordinary human beings, not those adjusters.

This made him furious. When human beings can slash battleships with their own abilities, is there any need for hostile regulators?

Of course, the most important thing is the result of this investigation, how should he explain it to the parliament?

Could it be telling those people that the elites and new fighter jets that the Federation spent so much money to cultivate were really hacked down by some weird ordinary humans with knives?

He couldn't help wondering whether he had a disease, the kind of disease that intermittently produces hallucinations.

The abuse continued for a long time, until his throat became dry and his voice changed, the man took a long breath and sat back on the chair.

The moment he just sat down, suddenly, a voice sounded beside him: "Have you finished scolding? Your Excellency, by the way, that's what they call you, am I right?"

Hearing this, his expression changed, he took out his gun without hesitation, turned around and pointed it aside, and at the same time shouted: "Come here."

The man gently raised his hands, waved them with a smile, and signaled that he was not threatening: "Hey, don't be nervous! I heard that this thing is easy to catch fire, and it won't be so wonderful if it hurts your own people."

"My own people!" The man sullenly, his eyes kept scanning outside the door: "Who are you? What's your purpose? Who let you in?"