Bionic Era

At the museum in the center, the atmosphere is still very tense.

　　 No one dared to shoot the first shot.

　　 Some courageous hawkers seemed to have discovered the situation, so they mustered up their courage and drove their stall to the side of the street near the museum.

　　 "How much is this water?"

　　 "20, no bargaining."

　　 "Why don't you grab it?"

　　 "I...I'm actually robbing."

　　 The hawker took out a gun and gently placed it on the cart.

　　 Not everyone can get this stuff.

　　 The man glanced at the gun in the car, then thought about the knife in his hand, swallowed, cursed and took out the money to buy a bottle of water, and then left without turning his head.

　　 This place is really not something ordinary people can stay.

　　 The cruel reality extinguished the treasure hunt dreams in the hearts of countless people.

　　 "How much is this water?"

　　 Lu Wen came to the stall and asked.

　　 The stall owner glanced at the guns and tactical knives that Lu Wen was wearing on his waist, and instantly changed a smile on his face.

　　 "Two yuan, we are a conscientious merchant, no matter where we are, we will not increase the price."

　　 "Then... forget it, let's have a bowl of smoothie, it's pretty hot."

　　 "Sit down for a while!"

　　 "The location of your stall is not bad, but it's a bit dangerous."

　　 "Well, let's ask for wealth and danger."

　　 This is a long street.

　　 The left side of the street is the bionic organization, and the right side is some gangs.

　　The museum is at the end of Long Street.

　　 The location of this stall is at the beginning of Long Street.

　　 will pass by.

　　 "A fake gun can only scare the courageous." Lu Wen glanced at the gun, the workmanship was okay.

The stall owner was taken aback, and then he smiled and said, “It’s better to have something better than nothing. Today’s income is worth more than that of the previous week. If you change places, you really can’t find such a good business. What do you want for smoothie? Taste?"

　　 "Taste...whatever, I can't taste it anyway."

　　 The so-called taste of bionics is actually just some analytical instruments.

　　 Determine whether the saltiness is appropriate and whether the taste is delicious.

　　 It is still too difficult to achieve the human taste.

　　 Lu Wen sat in front of the church for a long time, maybe not long after, he came back to his senses, thinking that the battle here hadn't started yet.

　　 then decided to come and have a look.

　　 "Your smoothie."

"Ok."

　　 Lu Wen took a sip, and imagined what it would taste based on the implanted memory.

　　 There are a lot of results of the system analysis, apple flavor, sweetness, additives etc... After further analysis, half of the periodic table can be analyzed.

　　 "Are you here to find that treasure too?"

　　 "Just take a look, it doesn't matter if there is one."

　　 Gradually, there are fewer and fewer people coming and going.

　　Everything that should have come is here.

　　 Those who shouldn't have come forcibly to give away their heads.

　　 The people from the executive board stepped back a bit, watching from a distance, they received an order to maintain order and only use weapons if necessary.

　　 The order at the scene is obviously not something they can maintain.

　　 Gangs and bionics organizations, these two fight, the happiest thing is the Executive Board.

　　 "Brother, I think I might need to withdraw!" The stall owner looked at Lu Wen who was still eating smoothie, and whispered: "It's getting quieter and quieter. Look at it like this, you will get a fight after a while."

　　 "Have you not noticed that your car is leaking?"

"what?"

　　 The stall owner was startled, and then squatted down.

When 　　 got up again, his face was already pale.

　　 "This...when did the oil leak start, there are no other traces on the road."

"This is a no-man's land. I don't dare to be presumptuous in a better off-road. A dining car like yours, let me see... it was actually remodeled by a private person. It's a miracle to be able to drive here. Who knows when it will start? Oil leaking, no explosion means you are lucky enough."

　　 "But this is about to fight, this car is very expensive... I... what should I do?"

　　 "Look, life is always like this."

　　 Lu Wen shrugged.

Ignoring the crying face of the stall owner, he continued: "When you think you are making a lot of money, the car is gone. When you think you are different, someone suddenly tells you that, in fact, you and others It’s no different."

　　 "I didn't think I was different." The stall owner was almost crying, the entanglement on his face was like a tangled headphone cable, which couldn't be solved no matter how.

　　 For the present, he can only run alone and leave the stall.

　　 But this is a big loss.

　　 "I was wrong. I blamed my greed. I shouldn't have driven the car overnight to make this black-hearted money."

"Look, this is life." Lu Wen tasted the smoothie again, his tone was flat, "You think you have got a lot, in fact, what you get is only what others have placed, and you have never fought for anything yourself. , Because you think it’s hard to do it again, it’s a pity if you die."

　　 "Brother, what are you talking about?"

　　 The stall owner really wanted to cry.

　　 I thought the man in front of me was a master, but I didn't expect to be babbling, and I kept talking.

　　 "I...I'll leave now, my fate matters."

　　 The stall owner just wanted to leave.

　　 A gunshot broke the long silence.

　　 The gunshots that followed were endless.

here we go.

　　 Awakening the fight between the bionic organization and the gang.

　　 They used abandoned buildings on both sides of the street as cover.

　　Some are inside the building, leaning against the windows of those black holes.

　　 Some also set up sniper rifles on tall buildings, and don't kill the sniper on the opposite side before shooting a bullet.

　　 "Fool, actually set up a gun in such an obvious place, so many abandoned buildings don't know how to use it, even if no one in the slum teaches you professional knowledge, don't you know to look for a war movie? I really hate my long life."

　　 Lu Wen shook his head.

　　 felt nothing new, turned his head and continued to eat smoothie.

　　 "It's fighting, brother, you squat a little! Hide behind my car!" Although the stall owner wanted to cry, he whispered to Lu Wen.

"There are always all kinds of unsatisfactory things in life, so these people come to this place for excitement. When they arrive, they find that this is not something they can intervene, and they go back anxiously and continue to live the day-to-day life." Lu Wen churns After stirring the smoothie in the plastic bowl, it melted.

　　 "Brother, did you not take your medicine when you went out today?"

　　 mainly collapsed.

　　 His place is really an eye-catching place, right at the beginning of Long Street.

　　 Now there is a guy with mental problems sitting there, talking to himself, it is simply a living target that attracts firepower.

"boom!"

　　 A bullet passed Lu Wen's side and hit the stall.

　　 The stall owner felt that his little heart trembled.

　　 He stretched out his head cautiously and looked around. There was chaos around him. Bullets hit the discarded reinforced concrete, stirring up dust.

　　 "Fortunately, no one pays attention to this...no, then...what is that?"

　　On the third floor of an abandoned high-rise building in the middle of the street, a gang guy was holding a weapon and slowly turning to their stall.

　　 seems to want to try his power.

　　 Lu Wen turned his head and glanced.

　　 "Oh, that ~www.NovelMTL.com~ grenade gun, don't worry."

　　 He turned around and continued to eat smoothie, his expression indifferent.

　　 The stall owner is desperate.

　　 The end of the run now, it is estimated that he was beaten into a sieve.

　　 "My fame in my first life, am I going to die with a guy who is mentally abnormal? This guy is still a man!"

　　 Lu Wen tried his best to pick up the last bit of ice with a spoon.

　　 Everything else has turned into water.

　　 He pushed the plastic bowl into the stall with satisfaction, took two napkins and wiped his mouth.

　　 Then he drew the gun from his waist, without looking back, he fired a random shot.

　　 The figure on the third floor fell from the window, smashing a circle of khaki dust on the ground, and died.

　　 "This...Is this the real strength of No. 9?"

　　 By the window of an abandoned building, Chen Qing's body trembled slightly. He was a little scared, and the sounds of firefighting were not far beside him.

　　 But he still tried his best to stabilize his hands and maintain the quality of the video.

　　……

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