Time Air Conditioner

"You think you are very smart, huh?" The sentry tilted his head, his right hand reached his back, obviously he was digging a gun.At the same time, he also deliberately pretended to have a fierce look, and he deliberately made his speech circumscribed, most likely to imitate the movie role:

"Do you think you can take away all the scholarships and go to an Ivy League school and leave us black boys to rot on the street? You are wrong, buddy, you are so wrong! Racial bastard, I am today Just let you remember, I want you to remember today, never mess with Big Al, whether it's on Hunter Street or this damn city of Harrisburg!"

"First of all, I don't mean any racial discrimination." Suo Zhongwu raised an index finger and calmly looked at the gang members:

"Secondly, although I am not from Dongying, your remarks about the sushi restaurant are 100% involved in racial discrimination. Okay, do you apologize or accept punishment? Choose one."

"I choose three, a smart Chinese guy." Whistling licked his lips, the fat on the whole face began to tremble because of the excitement.He raised a handful of gynecological colt long tube revolver, put his thick and strong, worm-like finger into the trigger guard, and shot it as he watched it—

Suo Zhongwu retracted his index finger, raised his middle finger, and lightly hooked at the gang buddy.The bridge of the man's nose immediately slumped, and two red lines spewed out like a faucet, and his fat body instantly lost its balance. He slammed into the door leaf like a meat mountain, and made a loud noise.

"Jesus Christ!" screamed out of the guard and cried.But he actually wanted to raise the gun, so he called himself a second one, and he flew out sideways and hit the street light pole hard.After two violent beatings, the guy finally calmed down completely. He closed his eyes and slid to the ground unconsciously. The long tube revolver came out of his palm and hit the brick fangs crisply and pleasantly.

Suo Zhongwu didn't bother to look at the compost, but just marked the first horizontal line of the word "positive" on the surface of the belt, which was regarded as starting to record the results.Next, he first picked up the pistol with his mind, followed the Western movie three times in a smart manner, and then hummed the theme song of "The Heroic Seven Dragons", and kicked the front door open.

The strong smell of smoke came out. It was obviously an illegal plant starting with W, and it was raised by the hydroponic farm.The harsh heavy metal music followed one after another, sounding like a chainsaw cutting bricks, more powerful than a laser cannon.Suo Zhongwu frowned, lowered the hammer and fired two shots inside. This interrupted the post-modern concert inside and made many gang members "MotherFuxker".

Suo Zhongwu strolled into the gym on his left and slapped the strong man inside with a palm on the wall. The implant embedded in the back of the head was also broken into eight pieces on the spot during the impact.He picked up a barbell from the ground and planned to turn around and go back to tear down the corridor, but the hurried "thump thumping" downstairs made him temporarily change his mind.

"You only have one chance." Suo Zhongwu threw the barbell onto the burly man, and stood there without looking back, his tone of ease was comparable to a kindergarten teacher:

"Throw down the weapon and go out from the front door immediately. Otherwise—"

There was a frantic curse at the entrance of the gym, and a word with a strong accent could not be heard clearly.Next, three pistols fired at the same time. One of them was fully automatic. The bullets spilled out like splashing water, and the whole room was suddenly smoked, and countless sparks appeared from the fitness equipment.

Suo Zhongwu originally planned to imitate "Bullet Time" and tell him to dodge and avoid it, or simply block all the warheads like Neo did.But he was not skilled enough, and in the end he only distorted the outer trajectory of the bullets, blowing them all over the room like a hurricane.For him, this was a failed pretend of 13, which was very, very shameful, but for the three gang members at the door, the situation was completely different.

The shortest one was completely stupid, and the pistol fell to the ground with a click.The leader in the middle stepped back again and again, not knowing what prayers he was chanting.The one closest to the door is fairly calm. The prosthetic arm still holds the automatic pistol and the quick stimulator attached to the temple. He did not flash red like the other two, but his eyes still wandered around, and he didn't dare. Looking straight at Suo Zhongwu

"You—where did you go, buddy?" It took a long time for the kid to organize a complete questioning.Sweat constantly seeps from under the headscarf, making the ebony skin more shiny:

"Dragons, dragons, people from Long Carliolo? Or from Carson? No, no, no, no, you are a big man in a big place, why are you here? Why are you here with AW's Holy Arrow?"

"Can't I be a superhero?" Suo Zhongwu stretched out his hands, expressing regret for the barren imagination of the prosthetic man:

"Do you usually play Planet Online? Watch movies and comics too? Why can't the plot of the virtual work appear in reality?"

"So you're the US team? Superman?" The protagonist looked silly, his jaw dropped to the ground:

"I didn't know that they became Asian... Then what are we? Sandbags to practice with you?"

"If you want to be a sandbag, you have to have any qualifications." Suo Zhongwu shook his head, feeling that his interest was rapidly losing."I'm just here to relax, but you can't even do this service well. Shoot if you want to shoot. Anyway, your fate will not change. Five, four, three--"

He could not finish the countdown.Because the ceiling suddenly collapsed, the unbiased just hit his forehead."Try this, Bitch!" The big black man who slipped the little thief into the building, while jumping on the rubble, started the newly installed chain saw prosthetic, "Boom Rumble" like a whole group of tractors:

"Do you think you are a great hero? Do you think this is a sci-fi movie? Do you think you can pull Shit in our territory and then run away? Fuck yourself, DICKHOLE!

The black man weighed nearly half a ton, a pile of stimulating electrodes were buried under his muscles, his hands and feet were also made of steel prosthetic limbs, almost able to catch up with the T-800 Terminator.He should be the gang's red club fighter, and he is still the last killer. In ordinary conflicts, he can indeed determine the victory with one blow.But the problem is that what happened today at the Corinthian Performance School (abandoned) obviously has nothing to do with the word "ordinary".

"I heard," Suo Zhongwu relaxedly pushed away the concrete fragments, and by the way overturned the black man in one fell swoop, causing the modified man to roll into the treadmill group.