The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 264 Origin of Abnormality Rules
Shapan's left eye and right eye are closely attached together, and each of the two eyes is blank in its own way.

This extremely precise sniper kill directly smashed all the beliefs of most of the members of the River Chung Gang. They finally realized an important problem that they should have been aware of when Lilith first appeared-this is no longer the one they play. I have been playing the familiar robbery game for a month and a half.

"Boss he. He."

"It's over, we're over."

"Boss is dead, Fasha won't let any of us live even a second longer!"

At the same time, Li Cang behind the boulder received a reminder.

[Kill the original contract maker: "Executor" Shapan]

["Player" Li Cang was promoted to "Executor" and will take over all contract authority and property owned by Shapan, including Sky Island, Destiny Coin, Creation Authority, Affiliated Surplus Items, Destiny Servant and Pseudo-Blood Second Son, etc.]

Li Cang's first thought: Damn it!

The so-called executor doesn't mean the person who killed other players at all, but the person who participated in the initial contract like Shapan?
At first glance, this seems like a sinkhole for newcomers.

But if you think about it carefully, you will find that something is wrong. How could these "executors" still maintain their leadership positions here? They are more like the golden old hen at the entrance of Xinshou Village.

Now is obviously not the time to think about these things. The members of the Heyong Gang without Shapan seem to have lost more than just a leader. Almost half of them threw away their guns on the spot and gave up resistance and waited for death.

Another group of people began to run around, but the process was not very smooth.
After all, cats and big corpses are surprisingly consistent on one point, that is, they prefer things that move.

There was another howl of ghosts and wolves.

If it wasn't for Li Cang's timely stop, the dead brothers and sisters would probably follow the example of some nasty little animals, killing all the prey that could not be eaten, eating only a little bit of delicate ones, and then dumping the corpses in the wilderness.

The members of the Heyong Gang knelt down on the ground like dumpling, listening to the training.

Da Da Da~
The two people on the farthest side were suddenly hit by a shuttle and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ah, what a shame," Lao Wang apologized without sincerity, and continued to fiddle with the greasy old gun in his hand, "By the way, is this the famous Chicago typewriter? Give me one?"

Li Cang rolled his eyes, and said very seriously: "You see, this crazy guy doesn't really mind taking you to try new toys, so, who can speak Chinese?"

As the saying goes, villains die when they talk too much
uh. no
In short, what the members of the Heyong Gang heard was not gunshots but voices, and their hearts were half-reduced when they raised their throats, and they turned their heads to one person in unison.

"%￥#"

"!#%%..."

Wen Xiliang's expression was extremely distorted, as sad as his dead father.

But due to helplessness, he could only say nervously: "My name is Wen Xiliang, I can speak Chinese, and I am of Chinese descent."

Li Cang couldn't help but glanced at the two corpses beside Wen Xiliang who had been sprayed into sieves by typewriters, and thought that this guy's life was really hard.

"That person just now, and that one with a bad face, what did they mean?" Li Cang asked.

Wen Xiliang stared at Li Cang with his mouth wide open, as if he was looking at a devil. He had every reason to suspect that the young man in front of him knew Vietnamese at all, and was just taking the opportunity to test him.

"Beibeikou, he said that you are Beikou."

Da da, da da da!

When Lao Wang raised his hand, there was a sentence with gorgeous and beautiful rhetoric. The two people were so moved by Wang's literary grace between the lines on the spot that they couldn't help crying.

"Hey, typewriter beep, I'm afraid this thing is as old as my grandfather, and it's so easy to use?"

A group of people lowered their heads, hatred and killing intent almost overflowed from the corners of their eyes, staring at Wen Xiliang from the corner of their eyes.

Wen Xiliang was glanced at, his face was pale and black, but he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

"Beikou?" Li Cang smacked his lips, "Tsk, it also fits the personality of some 'sons of the dragon'."

"hetui," Lao Wang spat on the ground, "with a shy face, he forced himself to paint gold paint on his body, and didn't ask himself what kind of precious 'historical documents' the big words on the "Historical Documents" can they draw and draw? Do you recognize a basket? Master Li, what do you think?"

"Hmm, Iron Fist of Saigon? Ten years of military training? The buildings above 1 meter above the ground are all newly rebuilt with a history of less than 50 years? A playground for big boys? Youtube Wuchang? A baby with daily experience in time travel novels?"

Good guy, all cultural people are dirty, and I, Wang, are sneering and sarcastic about this.

Lao Wang gave Wen Xiliang a sideways look, "Fucking with monkeys? What do you think? Even if you vote for a Gallic rooster, I can at least make up a reason to praise you, at least your eyes are not completely blind!"

Wen Xiliang: "."

Wen Xiliang said that the Shark Gang happened to be the arch-rival of the Heyong Gang, and it was true that he said it or not, so what, we can only thank nature for its uncanny workmanship.

But Sha Pan was dead, so it was pointless for him to hide it, so he simply told everything he knew like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

"Falshark Gang?" Li Cang thought this title was very interesting, "Speaking carefully, what the hell is going on in this place?"

Wen Xiliang glanced at the former masters around him, and braced himself.

"It was originally a part of Khanh Hoa Province, Vietnam, with an area of ​​about a few square kilometers, but because it is an urban area, there are very, very many people, and there are no small debris around. 10,000+ people ate up the grass roots and bark and ate up all the legs. After animals are different skin colors and different nationalities”

"After finally getting through that period of time, there are only eight or nine thousand less than ten thousand people left. The Heyong Gang and the contract rules have also taken shape since then."

"Then I don't know what's going on. One day, it suddenly borders on three empty island clusters that are no less than here. The French are the main ones. I kept fighting, and later they discovered the funnel of the contract, and someone became an executive talent, and it was temporarily better."

"It can be said that every step of this plot is beyond my expectations," Li Cang said, "So, the strange contract here is jointly maintained by the Heyong Gang and the Fasha Gang, just to rob the past survivors?"

"It was true at the beginning, but later, there were more and more people here, and the river gang and Fasha couldn't complete the cleanup within 15 days, and were even counterattacked, so there was an additional camp set up by victims on the island. Then, the fragments of Southeast Asia came, the fragments of Myanmar came, and finally Maozi also came.”

"Maozi asked to directly cancel the content of the contract, but both the Heyong Gang and Fasha disagreed."

Li Cang laughed out loud when he heard this was true.

"Pfft~! If you want to say you are brave, you are brave! The iron tower is working with the Tianchao Nizi to force the winter to come? The toad said that the frog looks like an ugly flower!"

Wen Xiliang coughed, "Then the Heyong Gang and Fasha became what they are now. Only a part of the Heyong Gang remnants and Fasha are still adhering to the contract rules, and most of the rest live in several resettlement areas dominated by Maozi. In the original camp, although the fist is still qualified to speak, but at least there is no need. I have always wanted to escape to the camp."

"The old club hasn't died yet, is this the remnant?" Old Wang raised his eyebrows.

Wen Xiliang's spine was chilled by Lao Wang's stare.

"I, I. I can't help it. I want to live. I."

Seeing that Lao Wang's gun had been raised, Wen Xiliang resolutely gave up Xiaozhi's argument that he had already prepared a draft, so that he could not fight each other with emotion and reason.

He yelled: "I have the Marauder's Map, very useful, I can transfer it to you, don't kill me!"

"Huh? The Marauder's Map?"

"Yes! I'm a bookseller! I do pirated printing and translation! I've seen the Harry Potter series!" Wen Xiliang spoke quickly, "I prayed for the Marauder's Map at a great price, it can let you Grasp the movements of unknown enemies on the island, even walking corpses can be included, if you kill me, even if you are already the executor, the Marauder's Map will not fall into your hands!"

(End of this chapter)