The Riddler Get Out of Terra

Most of them were old guys just hanging around like old George.

But today was different. Old George, who had originally complained a few more words, quickly shut his mouth, stood up straight and continued to observe the surroundings of the city.

——A young officer came to inspect!

These newly promoted officers all came from the security department. Ever since those lunatic groups came here to preach about the legend of the Mad King, the guards went through job evaluations like crazy, and the whole department seemed to be in a state of shock.

What is even more puzzling is that the trend of grabbing credit and claiming credit has suddenly dropped, and the environment of internal involvement and frame-up has suddenly eased, which has resulted in many foremen with sufficient credit having further opportunities.

No, the lucky bastard has already started checking various locations at the city gate!

This is not the most disgusting thing. These idiots who made a mess in the security department are the kings of the roll kings who the lord specially got into the position system to stimulate the veterans.

The relationship between the two was already extremely bad because of the lord's private military system seizing the guard function and a group of big-headed soldiers causing crazy and disgusting things. What about the new official who took office with three tricks and tried to establish his authority and position?

Inspections and inspections have become extremely frequent, and many ordinary guards who are the same as the officers who have been transferred from the security system have also put on uniforms to compete with the veterans for positions, which makes the veterans who are fishing everywhere have to cheer up.

These bastards are so disgusting!

Old George cursed fiercely in his heart.

A square, dog-like face was wrinkled in annoyance.

Especially when he saw the young man who was following behind the inspector and flattering him, his face became even more ugly.

Old George has a square cheek. He relied on such a reliable image to stand out from a group of gangsters and receive training. Now he can be regarded as a veteran of nearly ten years.

But are the lord's private soldiers any good people?

He is also a bad gambler, and he is also the kind of person who is full of alcohol and sex.

Many times, when they have no money, they have no choice but to live with an untouchable family in the slums. Although they are dirty, they don’t need money!

What's more, sometimes he can get a lot of extra money from those bedbugs who have no place to cry when they die?

As for the family destruction and death caused by his temporary sexual desire?

Come on, families are dying everywhere in Kazdale, okay!

Since the beginning of the civil war, there has been death and despair everywhere. Freedom and ideas are things that you have to eat first before you can think about it, but no matter which of your highnesses seems to care about this...

But what does it have to do with poor old George?

He just wanted to vent his anger on the creatures in the slums!

However, a few months ago, he seemed to have done something terrible - he killed a small family with only one boy and one girl left.

Looking back now, old George still has some fond memories.

There was a man and a woman. The older woman seemed to have gone to work in the lord's "newly opened" dyeing factory - the word "newly opened" came from the fact that the lower class people in the factory were replaced one after another, and they were very interested in the newcomers who came to make a living. Of course, the poor people are newly opened.

But the smelly dyes and the dirty environment are not good at all. Every day, the untouchables who are killed by the dirty working environment and toxic chemical gases are found new "value" by the bed bugs in the slums.

It was under this circumstance that old George set his sights on Sister Sakaz, who went to work in a dyeing factory.

What's left after that?

He just used sophisticated weapons that could not be found in the slums to split open the thick wooden door, and kicked the little bastard open under the horrified eyes of his younger brother who was having dinner with his sister.

After casually adding a pair of kicks to immobilize the thin little animal, old George laughed wildly and grabbed his life from behind to prevent the villain from killing his younger brother's sister and threw him on the grass where the two siblings usually rested. Pile on.

Then they tore their clothes, took off their armor, and played music to each other in a daring way. They enjoyed a good night under the vicious expression of the seriously injured little bastard who couldn't move and whose eyes were split open.

This new female Sakaz with her younger brother has not been stained with the dirty soil and disgusting oil of the slums. Her skin is clean and her body is thin but still soft. After being happy for half a night, old George stood up and kicked hard with his feet. He kicked the gnashing little beast hard several times and then let out a strange laugh.

After putting on a suit of armor, he walked out of the sturdy house that the siblings had worked so hard to build. He laughed wildly at the fearful eyes around him, and then left in a swaggering manner.

And after that...

Hey, how can a bunch of gangsters hold back when they get the chance?

The sounds and cries coming from behind gave old George a chance to breathe for the vague viciousness in his heart, and the Chinese-faced old bastard left without mercy.

Until now, the little bastard who was thought to be dead was following the head of the security department fawningly, trying to please him like a dog.

Old George felt a haze in his heart.

But he didn't dare to do anything now. Today was the day when the officers transferred from the Security Department were stationed at most of the positions, and old George, a veteran with rich experience, only had a few people left to hold some key positions.

By the way, I would like to guide the new recruits on where a good lookout spot is.

And now the two personal guards who followed the chief came to Old George - it was obvious that these untouchables planned to learn Old George's methods so that they could live a better life!

The old bastard thought viciously in his heart.

But he also stood up straighter - who knows if the bastard transferred from the guard will complain!

Fortunately, the exaggerated guard chief did not intend to stay long, and took the kid to inspect other places. A group of guards followed the old boss and left Old George's inspection position in a grand manner.

Except for the two guards standing beside him.

Hearing the others drifting away, Old George visibly relaxed.

He held the weapon tightly in his hand, bared his foul-smelling old yellow teeth, and criticized the two stern-faced recruits:

"Listen, you two little bastards, I'm yours..."

Before the disgusting old villain could bark with his seniority, two cold-faced guards punched him in the abdomen and head respectively.

The fist was so heavy that the old bastard fainted on the spot.

When he woke up, a guard was using the most standard grappling technique to press the old guy to the ground. Judging from old George's shallow knowledge, such a skilled sense of tightness and the legions who had easily suppressed him when they made trouble. The soldiers are exactly the same!

How is this going?Are these guards the newly recruited strong men?

Even though he was pinned to the ground and had no ability to resist at this moment, Old George still used his stupid experience to judge that these people did not dare to kill him, and planned to use language to continue to anger these two little bastards and find ways to make them unemployed.

But before the bad-tempered old villain was ready, the guard holding him down grabbed his head and lifted it up.

What are you going to do?

Old George watched in horror as the young guard raised his right hand.

Then, he punched the lower part of Fang Zheng's face.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Old George's whole body was curled up like a prawn in pain, but the bastard who punched him hard pressed his knee against his body, fixing the old gangster to the ground motionless.

You wait! !I must sue you to death! ! !

Make you unemployed! !After peeling off a layer of your skin, I will lead a bunch of veterans to fuck your whole family! ! !

Old George's bloodshot eyes looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and he was thinking viciously about his revenge plan, and now he had

I planned to give in and make a small concession to get through this round, and then I tried to find ways to get back.

But the young guard's next move made him understand that things were irreversible:

The black glove that smashed half of his teeth opened his foul mouth and grabbed the once vulgar and vicious lips and tongue.

No no no no! ! ! ! ! ! !

what are you doing! ! !

Old George opened his eyes wide.

But time would not stop for his thoughts.

Intense pain came from inside the mouth.

What happened together with it was a piece of meat pulled out with black gloves in a cloud of blood mist:

The guard who subdued him pulled out his tongue! ! !

"Well--!!!"

The villain named George could no longer make any sound. His eyes were open as if they were about to tear their sockets, and the corners of his eyes were torn apart by the intense action.

The extremely strong smell of blood was repeatedly cleaning the old villain's extremely foul-smelling mouth.

More terrible things followed:

The other waiting guard had nothing to do. At this moment, he held a transparent plastic bag in his hand and put it on Old George's head at a speed that the painful nerves could not resist.

Then, tie it tight—deflate it!

Well! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Chapter 8 The Western Expedition ([-])

Not long ago, the old man who was trying to let the newcomers "know a lot" had his head tightly covered by a sealed plastic bag. The specially emptied internal space quickly put him in a state of hypoxia.

In order to reduce the noise, the white feathers adopted the simplest method:

Tongue removal followed by suffocation is an extremely cruel and vicious method. The only advantage is that it leaves very few traces and the sound is only a short whine.

As for the secret troops who are constantly monitoring?

Reality is not a game. Monitor the cannon fodder city defense army for a long time?

No savvy businessman would be willing to do this kind of business with low returns and loss unless it was during a war.

What's more, today's so-called secret forces should be grateful that they don't pay attention to "insignificant trivial matters":

The White Feathers will not do anything merciless at this time. After setting the time, they will try their best to kill the participants who hinder the plan in order to eliminate all unknown factors.

A team of highly trained and efficient cold weapons versus an extraordinary army that is proficient in shadow stealth, psychic vision, five-sense acceleration, and even thousands of ancient spells?

Presumably no one would want to estimate casualty rates.

"Well!!!!!!"

Low whining sounds kept coming from the tightly sealed bag. Old George, who was pressed tightly, struggled violently like never before. Every muscle in his body seemed to be aware of the life and death crisis at this moment. He was desperate to Struggling.

Even the strong Sakaz mercenaries can't control the veteran Youzi who is struggling to survive at this moment, but the White Feathers are not ordinary people:

It is not the special feathers that benefit the most from Hao Zhao's cultivation of immortality, but the ordinary white feathers!

All beings with highly valuable Originium skills will instinctively start the "Superman Project" after being transformed into special feathers to strengthen themselves all the time - the sun, explosions, flames, Originium... there are too many ways for them to use. !

But the White Feathers don't have this kind of treatment. Most of them will repeatedly control one or two ordinary bodies. The short time is not enough to strengthen the "Superman Plan", but the plan needs to be powerful enough to implement.

This also makes Bai Feather's plan very difficult:

The activation of Source Stone skills is suspected of using a cannon to swat mosquitoes, and a weak temporary body will quickly collapse if used multiple times.

However, he couldn't complete Qiao Lun's mission without using the Origin Stone skills - his body was so weak that even his body's time-sensing acceleration during overclocking was reduced to a pitiable level!

This also resulted in a plan often being completed within the first few hours, and the Feathers had to endure the premature demise of the plan because the puppets were too weak.

When qi appeared as a way of cultivation, the White Feathers were finally able to control their bodies and quickly accumulate capital. They had no thoughts and unexpectedly met the meditation standards for refining qi, and the speed of refining qi dropped dramatically.

Nowadays, the White Feathers, who are the top talents in cultivating immortals, have been able to control puppets to effectively get rid of unavoidable troubles around them, and use physical means to permanently silence entangled opponents and the so-called "behind the scenes" who try to involve them in the whirlpool.

Especially the old Sakaz who was struggling crazily and dying of suffocation at this moment. In the past, the puppets could only quickly activate the Origin Stone skills to kill him, and they also risked facing the various criminals lurking in the ordinary people pretending to be pigs and tigers. .

Many high-risk targets who have been discovered through repeated observations are also in this mission. These guys who pretend to be pigs and eat tigers are smart enough to think that they can survive without doing anything, but they don’t know that they have been deeply trapped in Kazdaele. vortex.

While killing disgusting bastards like Old George, other puppet guards standing at different positions were also fighting against the old fried dough sticks on guard. Although they had expected it, after repeatedly discovering that it was indeed a pig, the Feathers also encountered a few silent guards. tiger.

Then he was knocked down easily.

Those whose conduct was so bad that they could not be tolerated died gracefully like old George. They just wanted to live a peaceful life. The plants that did not stop or participate in the actions of those old bastards were tied up and captured.

There is no violent source stone fluctuation that cannot be concealed when a top warlock casts a spell, and the enhanced feathers

The puppet only used the generally strengthened immortal cultivation mode to suppress all efforts in vain.

Now, their time can begin!

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A signal tube was lit, and pure white elves danced brilliantly above the town.

The overly bright and dazzling scene attracted the attention of many people, but after a while, they all lowered their heads and continued working without interest.

The civilians needed to work to earn money for today's food, while the lords were informed that the enemy attack drill had been planned a few days ago.

Judging from the color of the signal, everything went smoothly, and no foreign enemies came to try to disrupt the order. If there was a "crying wolf" situation, the military commander in charge of this exercise would light the yellow signal tube to show the difference.

In such a low-interest situation, the black trend quietly emerged in the east of the city.

This is a well-equipped force, with a strength of a thousand people, black combat uniforms, Originium weapons, Originium ballistae, and giant engineering equipment. The silence spell cast by the auxiliary warlock covered up the occasional sounds that should have occurred, making everything that should not occur appear. characteristics are reduced to nothingness.

The troops who could only be observed with the naked eye quietly approached the city wall, but the alarm bell that should have been sounded by the veteran Youzi, who was afraid of death, was as calm as a naughty child who had returned home.

——The kind where the parents are nearby, the man pulls out a modified version of the Seven Wolves, and the woman pulls out a feather duster that she has treasured for a long time. 1.