"Come on, come on, help me find a good angle later! You must take pictures of my 1.8-meter-long legs!"
"Are you ready? Put the drone out and find a good angle! According to my experience, this video can be sold for a good price!"
"Whose drone is the z-1178? Please move, it's blocking my drone! I've started a live broadcast!"
At the end of the long light armor-only passage, the door slid open and light poured in.
A not tall figure in light armor appeared. It seemed to be embedded in white light, filled with murderous intent.
The crowd was even more excited to witness such a wonderful show with their own eyes. How could they prove that they were there if they didn't check in to take a photo?
The Guangjia Park area was crowded with people, and densely packed selfie drones floated above their heads, looking like a swarm of buzzing wasps.
Flying into the light armor passage, Long Cheng was completely relieved. He put the will-o'-the-wisp sword into the sword box and carried it on Yan Falcon's back. He was summarizing today's battle. Generally speaking, it was done well. The highlight was that he didn't kill anyone, which was not good enough.
Where there is too little loot.
But it doesn't matter, as long as no one is killed, there will always be a chance for loot later.
Well, what's in front?
Yan Falcon suddenly stopped, and Long Cheng noticed that a lot of people had gathered in front of him. He didn't like crowded places, especially after experiencing the attack at Zhao Ya's fan meeting, he was even more wary of crowded places.
Could there be an ambush?
He shook his head. There was so much noise and quarrels could be heard, as if they were arguing over some position.
It shouldn't be an ambush.
It's a pity that there are no high-explosive mines, otherwise I would have thrown two mines over to explore the way.
He kept the high-explosive mine in mind, and when he had more money, he would prepare some supplies. This kind of conventional weapon could be used in many places. Think about his empty light armor depot, empty weapons arsenal, and two iron walls in his hands.
The paragraph becomes not heavy at all.
Wait, are these people trying to get their hands on the spoils of war?
Go to the training ground, and as long as you have better equipment, you will become the target of everyone.
In the brain control device, Long Cheng licked his cold lips, murderous intent suddenly appearing.
The [Wall of Sighs] on the left hand found its center of gravity again, pulled out a section of cable from the half of the light armor, tied the legs and tightly wrapped it around Yan Falcon's neck, and grasped the arm of the upper half of the light armor with the right hand. If there was an unexpected situation,
If the situation arises, it can be used as a heavy hammer.
In such a small space in the equipment center, Longcheng is sure to defeat the opponent's brains within five rounds.
Yan Falcon walked out of the light armor passage with murderous intent and entered the light armor parking area.
"Coming! Coming!" "Yeah!" "Eggplant!"
Bang bang bang bang!
Countless flash lights suddenly lit up, and Long Cheng's eyes were instantly filled with white flowers, and he couldn't see anything.
No! Flashbang!
Long Cheng's body reacted instinctively. He placed the big shield in front of him. He closed his eyes tightly and listened intently. The upper half of the light armor he held in his right hand was like a chain hammer dragged on the ground. If there was any slight movement, he would swing it up to deliver a fatal blow to the opponent.
.
After waiting for two seconds, there was no one.
Long Cheng's vision returned to normal, and he remained vigilant. Another two seconds passed, but no one came up.
By this time, Longcheng already knew it was not an ambush.
The four seconds just now were the best opportunity to attack.
Yan Falcon was not equipped with a drone, so he could only stick his head out from behind the shield, and what came into his field of vision was a dense crowd of people and dense drones.
Long Cheng was startled, he suddenly shrank his head and hid behind the big shield.
Shrinking the head is an instinctive reaction. Long Cheng doesn't understand what is happening in front of him. Are these people also eyeing his trophies? But why are they jumping up and down there but not coming to grab it?
Long Cheng was confused.
However, the scene just now was faithfully recorded by many people and immediately aroused cheers.
"Wow! That action just now was so cute!"
"Hahahaha, it's a little cute, like a turtle!"
"The turtle shrinks its shell!"
Some enthusiastic and bold female classmates have already shouted: "Dragon City, let's go on a date!"
"You are so ugly, who gave you the courage? Longcheng, let's go on a date!"
Dating?
When Long Cheng behind the shield heard these two words, he couldn't help but frown, what is a date?
He only knew how to make a fight. In the last training camp, a few guys came to make a fight with him, saying they wanted to have an honest fight. Longcheng agreed, and then went over in the dark the night before the fight and quietly killed these guys.
Long Cheng felt that asking for a fight was stupid. The instructor said that if you want to kill someone, don't tell him.
Dating...fighting...could it be
——It’s an appointment for a battle!
Long Cheng, who had thought through everything, couldn't help but shake his head secretly. Asking for a fight is already a very stupid thing, but dating is even more stupid than asking for a fight!
No, maybe you can wait until the time is more mature and try a date!
When his mech arsenal is filled with the best light armor, and when his arsenal is filled with all kinds of weapons, then schedule a big battle and kill them all!
To avoid trying to find them one by one, it would be too inefficient.
Long Cheng, who had figured everything out, pretended as if nothing had happened, carried a large shield taller than a falcon, dragged his armored body with his armored legs, and walked through the crowd.
"So cute! So cute!"
"Powder, powder!"
"Look at this momentum, does it feel like you are returning from the battlefield?"
The instructor once said to Long Cheng, you are a killer. Killers kill quietly and must hide your intentions. If your acting skills are not enough, then you can only choose to shut up.
Long Cheng remained silent and glanced at the crowd.
These people's light armor is very good...
Bang bang bang, Long Cheng finally noticed that the flashes were those drones. But the strange thing was that they just kept flashing but did not make any further attacks.
What's the point of such a flash bomb?
It's really strange.
[Tianwang Palace], the atmosphere was extremely depressing, and a live broadcast was being played on the central screen. The scene of Yan Falcon dragging two sections of the iron wall, carrying a large shield, and walking as fast as flying made everyone's faces turn pale.
Park Hyunhae was so angry that he was shaking all over and blood rushed to his forehead. But Harold was present and he restrained himself and did not have an attack.
And when Yan Falcon's "soul shrinks its head", it was played repeatedly by the students who broadcast it, which was unusually spiritual. At the same time, an image of a turtle shrinking its head was also played, which can be called divine synchronization.
The live broadcast was filled with cheers and the screams of female voices could be heard all the time.
Harold chuckled, as if he was recounting something that had nothing to do with him: "Look, we have been played. Our Guangjia Club has lost its prestige and has become a laughing stock. Will anyone come to recruit new members this year? No.
Someone is coming! These freshmen will say, Guangjia Club, the one who was stepped on by Dragon City?"
"We are like a smelly garbage dump, and people walk around holding their noses from all the way."
He has calmed down, and sometimes he is a bit headstrong, but he is not stupid.
No one said a word. The battle was so big this time and the slaps in the face were painful enough.
A big man stood up and said in a loud voice: "Boss, let's keep an eye on Dragon City!"
"Fuck him!"
"Increase the coordinates of his dormitory with a reward!"
Harold shook his head. He was confident and sneered: "No, we are not targeting Dragon City. Why are you anxious? He can't run away."
"Except for Longcheng, there are many freshmen with bad tempers this time. Let's deal with these thorns first. Don't do it ourselves. Find a small club to mix things up. Let's spread the word and target the freshmen. Yes, target it.
All new students!”
"We have to create a conflict between the old students and the new students. We will fight hard. It doesn't matter which club the thorns are in. Since our Guangjia Club can't recruit new people, then everyone can't recruit new ones at all. We can't just do it.
Society A is fighting life and death in the front, and they are taking advantage in the back."
"Muddy the water and have a school-wide battle. How wonderful it would be! There are fights every day. Isn't Longcheng the disciplinary department? How can he hide? By then, he will be showing us what we are doing, hehe."
Everyone's eyes lit up, what a wonderful idea the boss had!
