During the time I was being taught a lesson by him, people below the theater seemed to be looking at my ugly appearance, especially the group of well-dressed politicians. They liked to see Southerners like me being insulted.

I prefer to see people like me splattered with blood. The people in the audience, whether they are imprisoned civilians, politicians in suits, or girls who were caught here and forced to wear uniforms

, their eyes were all focused on me.

I have to do something to delay time. I really can't stand the humiliation here. No matter who it is, if there is a chance, I will definitely not let anyone here go.

"I know where the council keeps the chip," I said.

The manager listened to my answer with satisfaction and nodded arrogantly, "Yes, that's it!" He grinned and said, "As long as you honestly tell me the location of the chip, you can avoid killing someone yourself.

Tragedy has happened, my friend."

"The chip is..." I whispered something that even I couldn't hear clearly, so that he could pay full attention to my mouth.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Damn it!" His ear was slightly closer to my head. I felt that it was time for him to pay the price for his actions, until I saw the actions of the masked civilian clearly.

I just yelled into the manager’s ear:

"Right in your ass! Bastard!"

Immediately afterwards, I stabbed his abdomen with the "gun of kindness" that had been empty of bullets. It seemed that the loose hemp rope before I had time to deal with it, and I was still tied to the pillar on the stage.

.It’s just that my behavior caused the manager to fall down.

"You bastard! How dare you..." The manager was furious, his eyes filled with the anger of being deceived. However, my anger is higher than his. If my rope is loosened at this time, I guarantee that

I want him to look good.

But from beginning to end, I was still tied up.

"A parliamentary agent? Bah!" he said, spitting out of his mouth. Then I felt some droplets sticking to my own face. Now it was better, he flew into a rage, and then he stood up.

"You have to be against us? Ah!"

He waved his fist and punched the side of my face. While I endured the severe pain, I felt a strong sourness. This punch was stronger than the fist I had fought in the pub before.

It's weaker and won't cause me to lose my teeth.

"You just want to fight me now? Huh? Don't forget your current situation!" He then raised his foot, and I could see the cracks and bloodstains on the bottom of his shoe. At the same time, I endured the severe pain and turned my face

On the other hand, I don't want to get kicked in the face again.

But what he kicked was not my face, but my abdomen. After he raised his foot, he kicked me down. I knew this was an exaggeration. The wooden pillar tied behind me was kicked to the ground along with me.

The force of this kick made me fly to the corner of the stage along with the bad pillar.

I struggled weakly, and finally I broke free from the hemp rope tied to the pillar, and my hands were successfully untied from the pillar. However, my wrists were still tied. So I turned over and saw the manager slowly

The ground approached me, his face full of angry wrinkles, like the undulating waves of the sea.

Before I tried to break free from the rope on my wrist, I tilted my head and heard someone in the audience shouting that they wanted me to bleed. At the same time, the manager raised his foot and made a gesture of stepping on it. But I didn't

He just waited patiently. I bent over, grabbed his standing feet with my hands, rubbed his feet against the floor, and lifted him hard, causing him to fall to the floor.

This fall caused the bullets of the revolver in his bag to fall out. Seeing this, I quickly picked up the "Gun of Kindness" on the ground, quickly crawled towards the scattered bullets, then grabbed a handful at random, trying to

Bullets are loaded into the revolver.

But contrary to expectations, my speed on the ground was far slower than the manager's footsteps. I was really unlucky today. He grabbed my shoulder and stepped on my hand with one foot. So I was inevitably

Kicked.

I turned my face to the side: the pain made me extremely uncomfortable. This kick could even make me fly several meters, and I could even feel the blood flowing to the corner of my mouth.

The manager did not continue to beat me, but turned me over with brute force. At the same time, I saw him take out a dagger.

"Believe me, your situation here will not be any better. Don't even think about escaping from here."

I twisted my body desperately, trying to escape from his confinement. But from beginning to end, I was just wasting my energy. His strength was obviously superior to mine, not to mention that I didn't eat and was still hungry.

.

Just when he was about to cut off my left arm with a dagger, I turned my head and saw the civilian's movements.

The tall civilian who was originally going to be shot by me broke free from his restraints at some point. Without anyone noticing, he suddenly stood behind the militia manager.

After my vision returned to clarity, I saw an unexpected scene: a tall civilian lifted the manager up with one hand, which felt as easy as an ordinary person picking up a rabbit. Then

, the tall man shook his arm, swinging the militia manager counter-clockwise in the air, and finally threw him off the stage.

I watched in amazement as the manager flew several meters away in the air, and finally he crashed into the audience in an exaggerated manner. This scene shocked everyone in the underground theater. It seemed that at this time, these people were aware of

Here comes a very difficult problem.

"Damn it, where did he come from?"

"Surround them!" The militia manager stumbled up from the ground, then stretched out a hand and ordered all the militiamen present to surround the people on the stage.

I looked at the rows of dark gun muzzles in the audience, and I felt very uncomfortable. But at least I knew exactly who the tall man in front of me was. This person was so mysterious from beginning to end, and he really liked watching.

Intervene in other people's affairs after the play is over.

He took off his masked head, revealing the weird clown mask.

He is the joint parliamentary agent who got me involved in this incident: joker.

"Well done," he laughed at me. "I thought you had a great sense of humor all the time."

"Fuck you!" I yelled at him, "You damn bastard! Fuck! Why are you using me to do this?"

"Now is not the time to reminisce about old times, man. You see?" Joker pointed to the heavily armed militiamen in the audience with his eyes. Each of them was armed from top to bottom. At a glance, the militiamen were basically wearing military uniforms.

They wear soft body armor and a tactical chest strap, wear bulletproof helmets, and hold standard firearms. If there are no standard weapons to fight against them, I am afraid that these shooting range competition guns will be difficult to hold up the scene.

Of course, I don't believe I can deal with so many people in the audience by myself.

But joker can, and I took this opportunity to see how joker can deal with enemies.

"Okay, guys!" Joker raised his voice and warned the armed militiamen who were slowly surrounding them with guns below: "It's time for an impromptu performance."
Chapter completed!