Fantasy game evolution

Startled by the sound, Deputy Director Pierre curled up subconsciously, and finally thought about it, or this unreliable man was the only life-saving straw.

"You—whatever you want!" said voluptuously.

In fact, Pierre also understood in his heart: this man, but the direct leader of the famous "Ser Geban" back then.

Commanding power is incomparable to myself who can only sit in the office.

But years of confrontational consciousness made him subconsciously not want to ask this man for help.

After getting a positive answer, Sergey laughed, and ran to the front desk of the police station in twos or twos, using it as a shelter, beckoning, holding a high-power weapon in his hand-even though it was only a policeman like a rifle The crew immediately passed by and formed the first firepower point, and then Sergey issued a series of instructions to arrange tactical positions.

Before the police finished their actions, there was a bang again. The last line of defense at the police station: the iron gate was completely beaten.

"Hey eh eh eh!!!"

The nervous deputy director Pierre is even more nervous. At this time, the police should ask questions first, which is the kind of "Who are you doing? Put down your weapons and don't do stupid things". You can't just say nothing. When the gun was fired, Deputy Chief Pierre couldn't take care of it. He shot randomly, and the bullets fell very differently. If there were not all enemies at the door, I was afraid it would be impossible to hit.

Sergey sighed, there is no way, Pierre is Pierre, he can do this step is pretty good.

Fortunately, he used a guided pistol, and guided bullets didn't worry about ricocheting, otherwise he would hit him indiscriminately, and he would definitely be injured by mistake.

However, since he opened fire first, Sergey waved his hand, and immediately cross-fired at Rubacher at the counter and the passage.

Rubacher's mafia was also unambiguous, and immediately raised his heavy machine gun, and the smell of gunpowder enveloped the battlefield.

——Hey, those little guys should see everything I left now, right?

Shooting at the Mafia, Sergey thought about how his men are now.

To be honest, I feel that the pig teammates are really scary, especially the villain Dezhi-Yang Le (Photography teacher) who is mentally retarded is really incapable of doing things, in various senses.

Ask for collection and ticket~

Yes, this is cursing

I don’t want to say anything more about this matter. I just want to say that sometimes, people have glass hearts, but they still call themselves social people at this level. I’m very curious about what kind of mentality this kind of person is. Say this sentence?

play self pity?Think your own is pitiful?Sorry, there are more poor people than you are, you have to pretend to be poor, but please don't slander me with unnecessary things.

I admit that I’m not a good person, I’m a venomous tongue, and I like to swear, but the book friends who know me know: I belong to the knife mouth tofu heart (though I don’t want to admit it), as for what [God is what diarrhea], if you understand Mine knows that I would never say such a thing.

Although I am not a Gundam fan, I still have a great affinity for aircraft warfare.

If you want to say it really, then I must mean this: "What kind of diarrhea is Gundam? A man's fist is romantic!"

As for the lines of idols-hehe, I really don't understand why I have more fans. I don't know.

Especially if this fan is fake in the previous paragraph, you also specially added my friend to me: Please delete my book from your bookshelf, and then delete the friend directly after saying a bunch of inexplicable things.

I have to admit, I still don’t understand what this person is, how did he become my fan?Why did I make him desperate?When did I have the power of Enoshima Dunko?

Besides, I don't think that the mentality of people in society will be desperate because of one of my things that everyone will recognize as a joke.

Also, when I took him away from the anger, my apprentice was half-baked and specially came to ask me about his sins, but now what they look like, I don't want to say anything more.

I admit, I am not a good author: I ever copied the book, written in the fan pit and even direct any money, but I can not cover this trumped-up charges on his head!

In particular, this product is still associated with this doujinsha, and my master and apprentice are together!

Don't tell me how pitiful you are!There are more poor people in the world than you are!

I have never complained when I was interrupted. When I couldn't afford a car or a house, I didn't complain about what it was when the salary was low!

You can pretend to be pitiful!Although the glass heart is over there!But I want to remember: There are some things, not if I don't say it, it means that you can do anything about it!

Originally, I didn't intend to say anything. If it wasn't for my apprentice who was so angry and was irritated today, I really didn't want to care about you being a fool.

As for popularity?Sorry, my original intention of writing books has always been to find friends and similar people, people who really understand.

I never cared about that kind of stuff.

Do you know what you really are in my opinion?You are really a clown, who can only make unsuspecting people sad and sympathetic for you even if you pretend to be pitiful.

In the end, I still said: No matter how you are hacked, I will be fine, but please don't involve other people, whether it is Uncle Yan or my half-baked disciple, nothing more!

Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty⑨ I am really angry today (no fog)

On the other side, the City of Closberg.

"You guys, what do you want to do!" The angry middle-aged male yelled at Rubacher's mafia in indignation.

"Hurry up and get out of here!" The speaker was the man who was embarrassed at the Black Auction: Speaker Harman, he was in good spirits, but at this time, his expression was hideous because of anger.

However, in the face of his scolding, the mafia who bowed to his ears on weekdays just stood coldly with a machete and pistol in his hands.

This made Speaker Harman a little guilty, staring at them with all his strength.

Finally, his efforts paid off, and these mafia moved.

--you got it!idiot!Get out of here!

Speaker Harman, who has been in a high position, thought so.

But the next moment, there was a sharp pain in his arm.

As if being cut by scissors, his arms were grabbed by the two mafia, one on the left and the other on the right. The pliers-like hands stubbornly held Speaker Harman and dragged him out.

"Don't! What are you doing! I am the Speaker! I want to order you to disband! Let go of me!"

In this way, Speaker Harman was dragged away by the Mafia.

"Heh... Did you get bitten by your own dog..."

Watching all this silently, Mayor Henry McDowell sighed with helplessness.

It seems that after the Black Auction, Speaker Harman pushed Rubacher too tightly, causing them to rebel.

——Confused...

Mayor McDowell sighed and said to the two people who came to him indifferently: "My old bones can't help you toss so much, I will follow you consciously."

——Ellie...Run away now.

In the end, as an elder, the most worried thing is really his granddaughter.

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"Cut, the third shift, go to the first shift, the fourth shift replaces the fifth shift, and the first, second, and fifth shifts should hurry and come back for supplies."