Dimensional Eroders

Out of the car door, the 13th district suddenly became a hundred times more lively. It is in a safe period, and many people who are taking refuge and playing in the city will come here, until they step on the dilapidated stairs to the ground, the surrounding people are constantly flowing.

When exiting the subway, the facilities are old, the environment is bad, and there is a mixed bag. A lot of little scumbags are sitting on the steps with their cigarette butts in their mouths, with sneaky eyes looking around in meetings, like hyenas doing nothing on the grassland, looking for suitable prey.

After all, the real big people in the park don't take the subway. A real warrior, dare to cross the red danger zone on the surface and blast all the dog heads of those who stand in the way.

At this time, a group of hip-hop Ni buddies swaggered through the market. They either kept Reggae braids, or Marvel Panther's cousin Eric the Panther's cool three-dimensional haircut, swaggered down from the other side.

This group of people is full of bully, arrogant and arrogant lined up, occupying half of the stairs, and forcing passers-by to give way from a distance. The white waves cut well on the opponent's path.

He glanced at it, and only the middle figure was fat, ugly, with upturned nostrils, resembling the big golden chain on the neck of a black man who had failed evolution. The rest of Nico, who had the pistol pinned to the waist or the elastic band in front of the crotch, looked arrogant and domineering, but they were just ordinary gangsters.

However, where they are the hottest, they still don't have pants on. Loose and fat trousers only mention the roots of the thighs. When walking, they have to use one hand to hold the belt and expose the big scorpion in the shorts. It is simply unreasonable? ! It makes people wonder whether their brains are fully developed, so that they are not afraid of falling to death while walking?

This terrible scene made Bailang, who was not obsessive-compulsive, feel particularly uncomfortable, and the unbearable stubbornness was stuck in his chest. This group of half-worn Nicos was too bad, just like apes with degraded intelligence, so he couldn't help but remind him.

"Hey, don't look at them." Nick raised his arm, put him on Bailang's shoulder, dragged him aside, stepped aside, and explained in a low voice, "This is a racial cultural difference. Paying too much attention to them or being kind Reminder, instead, it will be regarded as a provocation, and then shot to death by a shameful African American."

"So wild? Eden's law and order is really bad." The wave who came to North America for the first time in his life exclaimed.

"No, I'm not talking about Eden, but the entire Amerika's market. In any city in the beautiful country, African Americans have the custom of wearing half pants, which means'unmarried, but anal'."

"..."

Hearing this, Bai Lang's eyes were numb, and he could no longer scold "Beasts and Barbarians". The free and sweet air in this country is really suffocating.

Listening to the explanation, Lang couldn't help but glance again. Although these guys are ugly, their temperament is not 0. Why are they so sassy?

Just because he took one more look in the crowd, the Ni brothers keenly caught the contempt in Lang's eyes, then showed an arrogant smile and swayed towards them.

When Nick saw this scene, he rolled his eyes helplessly: "Trouble."

At this time, the obese boy took his trousers, took his other hand from the crotch, and drew a revolver at him and Nick, shaking his head and screaming indistinctly, "Hey, men! Are your eyes really? ? Disgusting, you are discriminating against my mother? You **** mother-faker racist, believe it or not I shot your **** knee? Give your money! Make me up."

As soon as his voice fell, the younger brothers around him gathered around, each drew their weapons from their waists, and forced Bailang and Nick to stop on the platform at the junction of the steps. Using an extremely casual technique, shaking the pistol, it is very unprofessional, a posture that you can show yourself to death at any time.

This location is not remote, and people go up and down from the side from time to time. After seeing this familiar scene, he subconsciously went to the other side, leaving enough private space for the Bailang people to solve the trouble.

The **** who squatted at the exit of the tunnel and smoked blew their whistle and began to watch the excitement.

Bailang didn't feel nervous, and turned to look at the guide: "Are you sure this is a safe zone?"

Nick smiled submissively, raised his hands, signaled that he was harmless, and calmly said to Bailang: "Of course, don't be nervous, let me handle everything."

"Hey, what about you, stupid racist stupid bird, don't look around, am I talking to you?"

Bailang unhappily pulled away the barrel of the gun that was about to hit his forehead, and seriously explained: "I'm not a racist, I?? I haven't discriminated against you at all, you **** Nigger!"

boom!

The plump pig-nose Nico flashed an angry face and fired a shot at Bailang's ear. The bullet hit the wall and bounced again. A huge gunshot sounded in the corridor, attracting the attention of passersby, and then he lowered his head indifferently and shifted slightly to speed speed.

"Are you sure this is not a robbery?"

After confirming that the opponent did not dare to attack him, Bai Lang looked at the guide confidently, who showed helpless expression.

"Hey, you?? shut up, you insulted me, I have the right to shoot at you to defend my dignity. But we only charge you compensation within $1,000, which is not a robbery. Don't force me to use force, or it will blow up. Your knees! Did you see my necklace? I am the most devout believer of Christ, you **** blasphemer! You?? heard it clearly, in the safe zone, my behavior is called'greeting'! Hello! Do you understand? This is just saying hello, weak chicken! Get the money!"

The fat man was aiming at the white waves with a gun in his hand, his legs suddenly opened, and he assumed an unusually stupid posture, but prevented the half-worn pants from sliding down, and shook the hiphop cross on his neck with the free hand, threatening.

"Calm down, brother, this guy is new here and doesn't understand the rules, we will pay for it, you see, compensate for your sincerity."

Nick quickly stopped Bailang's provocation, took out his wallet from his jacket pocket, and shook it at the Ni brothers. It's like a funny dog, attracting their attention instantly.

Then, a strange wave spread, [Thorns]'s mental defense ability was suddenly triggered, and Bailang felt a chill in his mind, and then he saw Nick take out a stack of white paper prepared in advance from his wallet, and put it in the air. Dumped.

The robbers immediately smiled with joy.

The guide beside him seemed to have used a certain ability. Several Nicos' eyes lit up and they fell into a hypnotized state of illusion. They stretched out their hands and grabbed the white paper. They lighted up skillfully, revealing a satisfied look.

Nick emphasized: "This is two thousand. It has reached the bottom line of extortion. You need to refund me two dollars, otherwise you will get into trouble."

"Mother Fucker! Shut your stinky mouth. Man, give him two cents." The leader elder brother sat the white paper into his pocket and motioned to the younger brother beside him.

"Reward you, Bitch." The little brother took out two coins and threw them at Nick.

Bailang asked again at this time: "He said that shooting a knee is not an active injury?

"Ah, hello here. The indicators of civil conflict and minor injuries are different from those of the outside world. You should adapt as soon as possible. Non-fatal gunshot wounds are not enough for intentional injuries."

"Understand? Xiaocaiji, be smart." After Nico received the paper money, he still stared at the position where Nick put his wallet away, and finally chose to retreat.

He usually pushes the revolver back into the crotch again, still stunned, and provocatively saying: "If it weren't for the'safe state', would you dare to discriminate against my race and insult my beliefs, believe me or not? Blow your dog..."

boom!

Before Nico finished his words, Bai Lang slapped his face with a slap. He lifted the two hundred kilograms of fat man with one hand, and slapped him against the wall beside him with a slap.

There was a bang, and after the dull sound and tremor, the dust fell rustlingly. The back of his head was heavily embedded in the wall, the old porcelain piece was smashed into a pit, his eyes turned white, the violent impact caused a concussion, and his body trembled violently, like a sheep mad.

The baggy trousers also fell down, revealing a large patterned shorts. The crotch crotch revolver pong screamed and fell to the ground.

"He attacked the boss and **** him!"

A horse reacted and immediately raised his gun to aim at the white waves. At this moment, he has legs like a dragon, and with stump-like thighs, he severely swept off and kicked his knees one after another, bending his joints and twisting them into various poses. The screams came and went one after another.

At the same time that he took a legitimate defense, some indescribable but extremely clear ‘breath’ began to condense on his body.

Lang recalled what Nick introduced. This should be the "red name cohesion" triggered by the deliberate injury behavior in the safety zone, which is commonly known as the "hunting mark". It's just that he was stuck on the edge of the "Hello" because of his very measured shot. This mark is only looming, and it has not broken the threshold, and it has really taken shape.

Is it too much?

Bian Lang felt the fluctuations lingering on the "Red Name Line", and repeatedly jumped horizontally by smashing several Nico's arms to varying degrees, and the feeling of "Red Name Monster" was ready to come out.

On the side Nick saw his behavior, opened his mouth, and did not stop it.

A thin Nico looked in horror, shaking his gun and pulling the trigger. Bai Lang didn't turn his head to look at him, but just raised his left hand, held the muzzle and pulled it upwards. The index finger in the trigger was twisted and deformed.

Click!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Huh? I'm red?" The quantitative change produced a qualitative change. Although his'hello' to each Nico did not break through Eden's bottom line for civilians, when six or seven were added together, he had already formed a faint'hunting.' Mark', this is the punishment for deliberately hurting ordinary people.

Bai Lang's cuffs flicked, a cold light flashed, and a metallic wrench was drawn from the sleeves and held in his hand.

The recovered Nico exclaimed: "Ah...Don't come here!"

Bai Lang stepped forward one by one and came to him, without saying a word, a wrench was slammed up.

He didn't use the physical heavy blows on both sides, so he didn't explode the'medical curse'. Instead, he punched half of his head into a hollow. The'red name' really got worse, and he was now maliciously harming the property of the Garden of Eden.

Turn the wrench, and the ‘Bone Setting Curse’ erupts!

boom!

Nico's broken bones were all compulsorily corrected, even if they were comminuted fractures, they could be pieced together temporarily. With the ‘healing output’, the hunting mark slowly dropped a bit.

It really works!

Bai Lang's eyes lit up, and in the horrified gaze of your buddy, a kind expression appeared, and his thick and powerful arms continued to fall with great force.

boom! boom! boom……

He kept switching the ‘output’, feeling the cohesion and decline of the ‘Red Name’, trying to judge certain criteria of Eden. In the final operation, it was a screwdriver and a wrench. He reduced the conflict from a civil dispute to the level of ‘daily greetings’.

"Everyone has seen it, I am a doctor! You have to testify for me."

The onlookers who looked around at Bai Lang frantically waved the adjustable wrench in the safe area to physically treat the group of lower Nicos~www.NovelMTL.com~ As he took out a'nail gun' from his arms even worse, he turned on the industrial Chinese medicine mode , Facing the fat man's several vital points, he fired steel nails continuously, nailed them to the wall, screamed desperately like a pig, and the "hunting mark" on his body faded away. The guide showed a beeping expression.

Did he also use abilities? Why can't I feel it?

This is Bailang standing up, putting the wrench away, putting the nail gun back into his clothes, bending over to find a stack of banknotes from the Nicos, and explaining: "Although it exceeds the limit of 1,000 US dollars, I charge the area for medical expenses. , Repair costs, acupuncture costs, and medical equipment wear and tear... Actually, some are not enough. But it’s okay. It’s a tip.

He picked out a few dirty sheets from the banknotes, rolled them up, stabbed them into their wounds, and waved to Nick.

The guide quickly followed: "It seems that you have adapted to the rhythm of life in the Garden of Eden."

"I've lived here before, but I erased the memory when I left. I just seemed to find the familiar feeling? It feels great, and I gradually understand everything."

"No wonder."