Chapter 542 Great, I gradually understand everything
After exiting the car door, District 13 suddenly became a hundred times more lively. It is a safe period here, and many citizens taking refuge in the city will come here to hang out. When they step up the dilapidated stairs to the ground, there is a continuous flow of people around.
When I exited the subway, the facilities were old, the environment was terrible, and there was a mixture of good and bad. Many young men sat on the steps with cigarette butts in their mouths, looking back and forth furtively, like idle hyenas on the grassland, looking for suitable prey.
After all, the real big names in the park don't take the subway. The real warriors dare to cross the red zone on the surface and smash the heads of all those who stand in their way.
At this moment, a group of hip-hop style guys were strutting through the city. They either had reggae dreadlocks or the cool hairstyle of Eric the Panther, the cousin of Marvel Black Panther, and swaggered towards them from the other side.
Come down.
This group of people looked like bullies. They lined up in a row with arrogance, occupying half of the stairs and forcing passers-by to give way. Bailang happened to be in the opponent's path.
He glanced around and found that only the one in the middle, who was fat, ugly, with upturned nostrils, looked like the big gold chain worn around the neck of a black man who had failed to evolve. It had 'spiritual' fluctuations, but it was very weak. The others had pistols on their waists.
Nico, who sometimes wears the elastic band in front of his crotch, looks arrogant and domineering, but he is just an ordinary gangster.
But the most irritating thing about them is that they still have no pants on. The loose and baggy pants only reach the top of the thighs, and they have to hold the belt with one hand when walking, exposing their big buttocks in shorts. It’s simply
Unreasonable?! It makes people wonder whether their brains are fully developed. Aren't they afraid of falling to death when they walk like this?
This terrible scene made Bai Lang, who was not suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, feel extremely uncomfortable. A wave of suffocation stuck in his chest and he couldn't let it out. These half-wearing Nicos were so bad, like mentally retarded apes, with abnormal behavior.
Unable to understand, he couldn't help but remind him.
"Hey, don't look at them." Nick raised his arm, put it on Bailang's shoulder, dragged him aside to get out of the way, and explained in a low voice, "This is a racial and cultural difference. Paying too much attention to them or being well-intentioned
If you remind me that if you drop your pants, it will be regarded as a provocation, and then you will be shot to death by the embarrassed African-Americans."
"So wild? The security in Eden is really bad." Lang, who came to North America for the first time in his life, exclaimed, and there are still such customs? I don't wear pants and I am justified. You remind me that you must die?
"No, I'm not talking about Eden, but the entire Amerika situation."
"..."
Bailang's eyes were numb when he heard this, and he could no longer curse him as a 'beast and barbarian'. The free and sweet air of this country was really suffocating.
Listening to the explanation, Lang couldn't help but take another look, why is he so coquettish?
Just by taking one more look in the crowd, the Nicos keenly caught the disdain in Lang's eyes, then showed an arrogant and evil smile and swayed towards them.
When Nick saw this scene, he rolled his eyes helplessly: "Trouble."
At this time, the obese bad boy took his pants with his hand, took out his crotch with his other hand, pulled out a revolver and pointed it at him and Nick, shaking his head and shouting in a slightly confused state: "Hey, men! What look in your eyes?"
Disgusting, are you discriminating against my mother? You damn mother-faker racist, believe it or not, I will shoot out your damn knees? Hand over your money! Compensate me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the younger brothers around him gathered around, each pulled out a weapon from their waist, and forced Bailang and Nick to stop on the platform at the junction of the stairs. They shook the pistol in an extremely casual manner, which was very unprofessional.
He looks like he might go off the rails at any moment and kill himself for you to see.
This location is not remote, and people come and go from one side to the other from time to time. After seeing this familiar scene, they just subconsciously walked around to the other side, leaving enough private space for Bailang and the others to solve the problem, and then walked away indifferently.
The gangsters squatting at the exit of the tunnel smoking, whistled loudly and started watching the fun.
Bailang didn't feel nervous at all. He turned to look at the guide: "Are you sure this is a safe zone?" He felt that it was not safe at all.
Nick showed a submissive smile, raised his hands, indicating that he was harmless, and said calmly to Bailang: "Of course, don't be nervous, leave everything to me."
"Hey, what about you, stupid racist idiot, don't look around, I'm talking to you."
Bailang unhappily pushed away the barrel of the gun that was about to hit his head, and explained seriously: "I'm not a racist, I'm not discriminating against you at all, you damn Nigger!"
Bang!
The fat pig-nosed Nico showed an angry look and fired a shot at Bailang's ear. The bullet hit the wall and bounced off. A huge gunshot sounded in the corridor, attracting the attention of passers-by. Then they lowered their heads indifferently and deviated slightly from the route.
Leave quickly.
"Are you sure this isn't a robbery?"
After confirming that the other party did not dare to attack him, Bai Lang looked at the guide confidently, and the latter showed a helpless expression.
"Hey, you? Shut up, you insulted me. I have the right to shoot you and defend my dignity. But we are devout believers and choose to forgive your dirty and rude behavior and only charge you no more than $1,000 in compensation.
It's not robbery. Don't force me to use force, otherwise I will blow out your knees! Have you seen my necklace? I am the most devout believer in Christ, you damn blasphemer! You? Listen clearly, in
In the safe zone, my behavior is called 'saying hello'! Do you understand saying hello? This is saying hello, you weakling! Bring me the money!"
The fat man pointed a gun at Bailang with one hand, suddenly opened his legs, and assumed an extremely stupid posture, but stopped his half-dressed pants from sliding down, and used his free hand to shake the hiphop cross around his neck, threatening him verbally.
"Calm down, brother, this guy is new here and doesn't understand the rules. We will pay him now. You see, we will compensate you for your sincerity."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Nick quickly spoke up to stop Bailang's provocative behavior, took out his wallet from his jacket pocket, and shook it at Nick's friends. It was like a dog teasing stick, instantly attracting their attention.
attention.
Then, some kind of strange fluctuations spread, and [Thorns]'s mental defense ability was suddenly triggered. 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
Shake it.
The robbers immediately smiled with joy.
The guide beside them seemed to have used some kind of ability. The Nico's eyes lit up, and they fell into a hypnotic state of illusion. They reached out to grab the white paper, clicked it skillfully, showed a satisfied look, and rolled it into a roll skillfully.
Nick emphasized: "This is two thousand, which has reached the bottom line of extortion. You need to refund me two dollars, otherwise you will get into trouble."
"Mother Faker! Shut your stinky mouth. Man, give him two cents." The leading brother put the blank paper into his pocket with satisfaction and signaled with his eyes to the younger brother next to him.
"This is for you, Bichi." The younger brother took out two coins and threw them at Nick.
Bailang asked again at this time: "He said that shooting out the knee does not count as active injury?"
"Ahem, hello here. The indicators of civil conflicts and minor injuries are different from those in the outside world. You must adapt as soon as possible. Non-fatal gunshot wounds do not constitute intentional injuries."
"Do you understand? Little rookie, be smart." After Nico received the paper money, he still stared at the place where Nico put away his wallet with unfulfilled interest, and finally chose to give way.
As he pushed the revolver back into his crotch, he was still as proud as ever and provocatively said: "If we weren't in a 'safe state' now, if you dared to discriminate against my race and insult my beliefs, believe it or not, I would shoot you
Beat up your dog..."
Bang!
Before Nico finished speaking, Bai Lang slapped his face. He lifted the two hundred kilogram fat man with one hand and slapped him against the wall beside him.
There was a boom, a dull sound and trembling, and dust fell. When the ten-ton dragon elephant's power was restrained, the back of his head was heavily embedded in the wall, and a dent was made in the old porcelain tiles. His eyes turned white.
A severe impact causes a concussion, and the body trembles like an epilepsy.
The baggy pants also fell down, revealing a large patterned shorts, and the crotch wheel clicked and fell to the ground.
"He sneaks up on the boss, fuck him!"
A horse boy reacted and immediately raised his gun and aimed at Bailang. At this moment, Lang's legs were like a dragon, and he used his thighs as thick as tree stumps to violently sweep them off, smashing one knee after another, bending the anti-joints, and twisting them into various shapes. He screamed in agony.
The sounds come and go.
While he was taking action to defend himself, some kind of indescribable but extremely clear 'aura' began to gather on his body.
Lang recalled what Nick introduced. This should be the "red name aggregation" caused by intentional harm in the safe zone, which is also commonly known as "hunting mark". However, he was stuck on the edge of "saying hello" because of his measured actions.
On the surface, this kind of mark is only vaguely visible, and it does not break through the threshold and truly take shape.
Overdone?
Bailang felt the fluctuations lingering on the edge of the 'Red Name Line', and jumped repeatedly by crushing several Nico's arms to varying degrees, and the feeling of 'Red Name Monster' was about to emerge.
Nick saw his behavior and opened his mouth, but did not stop him.
In the corner, a thin Nico's eyes were frightened. He tremblingly raised his gun and was about to pull the trigger. Bailang didn't turn around to look at him. He just raised his left hand, held the muzzle of the gun and pulled it upward. The index finger in the trigger was twisted.
Break deformation.
Click!
"Ahhhhhhh!" While screaming, the pistol fired repeatedly, bullets flying high into the sky. Bailang used force again, and the opponent's entire wrist was broken, and the gunfire stopped.
"Eh? I'm so popular now?" Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. Although his 'hello' to each Nico did not break through Eden's bottom line for civilians, but six or seven were added together, and a faint "hello" was formed on him.
'Hunting mark' is a punishment for intentionally hurting ordinary people.
Bai Lang shook his sleeves, cold light flashed, and a metallic wrench came out of his sleeves and was held in his hand.
Nico came back to his senses and screamed loudly: "Ah... what are you going to do? Don't come over!"
Bai Lang stepped forward and came to him. Without saying a word, he pulled out a wrench.
He did not use the physical blows on both sides this time, so the 'Medical Curse' did not break out. Instead, half of his head was dented. The 'Red Name' was indeed more severe. He was now maliciously harming Eden's property.
Turn the wrench and the 'bone-setting curse' breaks out!
Bang!
Although this wrench broke the femur, all the broken bones in Nico's body were forcibly corrected. Even if the fractures were shattered, they could be pieced together piece by piece. With the 'treatment output', the hunting mark slowly decreased.
A piece of it.
It sure works! Intentional damage increases the red mark, but intentional treatment can also lower the mark.
Bailang's eyes lit up, and he showed a kind expression in the horrified gazes of Nico's brothers. His thick and powerful arms kept raising and falling.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
He kept switching the intensity of the 'output', feeling the concentration and decline of the 'red name', trying to judge some of Eden's standards. In the end, using a screwdriver and a wrench, he reduced this conflict from a civil dispute to a civil dispute.
To the level of 'daily hello'.
"Everyone has seen that I am a doctor! You have to testify for me."
Bailang looked around at the onlookers, waving monkey wrenches wildly in the safe area to commit crimes, and giving physical therapy to these low-level Nicos.
As he got worse, he took out a "nail gun" from his arms, turned on the industrial Chinese medicine mode, and fired steel nails continuously at several vital points of the fat man, nailing them through the wall and making a killing sound.
He screamed in despair, and the "hunting mark" on his body became lighter and weaker. The guide showed a beeping dog expression.
Did he also use his ability? Why can’t I feel it?
At this time, Bailang stood up, put away the wrench, stuffed the nail gun back inside his clothes, bent down and found a stack of banknotes from Nico, and explained: "Although it exceeds the upper limit of US$1,000, what I charge is medical expenses.
, repair fees, acupuncture fees, and medical equipment wear and tear costs...actually it's not enough. But it doesn't matter, this is a tip, you're welcome."
He picked out a few dirty ones from the banknotes, rolled them up, stabbed them into their wounds, and then waved to Nick.
The guide quickly followed up: "It seems that you have adapted to the rhythm of life in the Garden of Eden."
"I have lived here before, but my memory was cleared when I left, but I seem to have regained the familiar feeling just now? This feels great, and I gradually understand everything."
