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Chapter 236: Players who are easy to support
"Why can't we squeeze in any more?"

"It's so small here."

“It’s not a big villa, disappointing.”

"Who stepped on my foot?"

The players made so much noise that the old lady next door opened the door impatiently.

She was about to open her mouth to curse, but when she opened the door, at least fifty pairs of eyes looked over at the same time.

Why are the corridors full of strangers looking a little crazy?

Breathing heavily, the old lady closed the door hard and dialed the nearest security patrol number with trembling fingers.

However, this has nothing to do with the players.

They were looking eagerly at Xu Miaomiao who was at a loss.

The female bachelor took a deep breath and took out two boxes of canned meat from the storage room.

"I think these can be used as greeting gifts. I hope they can restrain themselves in Thunder City, otherwise they will often be taken to the detention center of the security team." The female bachelor said in a low voice.

"Oh!" A player who was cutting holes in his pants raised his head reflexively, "Detention center? Prison? Just like going home!"

Tudou Girl looked at the two boxes of canned meat that had not yet been opened: "Would this be too much trouble for you?"

"It doesn't matter, I planned to get rid of it," Xu Miaomiao said. "Neither Haojin nor I like to eat canned meat, and it is about to expire. If you don't come today, I will send these two boxes of canned meat to the local trading station for exchange. Some supplies. But do you want them?"

A player looked directly at the canned meat: "It's about to expire, which means it's not expired. It's not expired, which means it's edible!"

"Food! New food!"

"What! I want meat! Give me meat!"

Tudou Girl crossed her arms and said to the female bachelor: "It seems you are worrying too much. They have always been easy to feed and eat everything."

"Isn't this one can per person?"

"Not enough."

"What, not enough?"

"Those in the front of the row eat meat, and those in the middle of the row drink soup. Then don't those of us in the back have nothing?"

Players in the middle and back sections of the corridor began to push each other, and then started a chaotic group fight.

Then the chaos spread to the players in the entire corridor.

This was just a murder caused by two boxes of expired canned meat.

At the entrance of the corridor, a security team member held up his hat and got off the motorcycle.

"What are you doing!" He stared at the extremely chaotic crowd in the corridor, "Stop it! Stop it!"

The player whose palm was pressed against another player's face and whose thigh was grabbed by a third player looked towards the security team member.

More players with strange postures looked down.

As the security team members approached the corridor, his heart beat faster and faster.

The situation is no longer under his control!

"Call for reinforcements!" the security team members ran out of the corridor and shouted as they ran, "I need ten people, no, at least twelve, with all their equipment!"

The data in his right eye flashed, and the rope gun on the motorcycle was already in his hand.

However, this security gun, which can eject a disposable restraint net and only restrict the target's movement without causing any harm to the target, did not bring him the slightest sense of security.

With so many people, even if the players only punch one person, the security team members will be beaten to the point of paralysis.

15 minute later.

"Master, I'm here to favor you shops!" On a street near Xu Miaomiao's house, a large group of people in strange clothes suddenly appeared.

They looked like outsiders at first sight, and their pace was arrogant and there were many of them.

Look at the various colors of underwear on this head, earrings, nose rings, hair cut in various colors and styles, hanging around the neck ranging from the most primitive tribal chief's tooth trophy necklace to the weird and fashionable neon scarf. , everything is available.

A player dressed as a primitive tribal chief, barefoot, with only a pair of knee-length rag pants decorated with feathers and mysterious symbols and paint, said: "I think those behind us are not good people."

Wherever the players passed, many vendors quickly packed up their things and ran away, and directly called the nearest security team - until they discovered that this group of people was followed by fifteen guys in security team uniforms.

The vendors were shocked.

The security team members followed the players timidly, making phone calls and doing other things, pretending that they just met the players by chance, and watching them secretly with squinting eyes.

With such obscene energy, if it were normal times, they would arrest him.

With their sly eyebrows, looking around, and restlessness, it is as if the security team members have become the people of Thunder City who have made mistakes, and the players are the managers of order.

The reason for all this is to blame their superiors.

Originally, as soon as the orders came from the superiors, the security team would bravely take action, arrest these players who were brazenly fighting in groups, and criticize and educate them; but unexpectedly, when the superiors heard that the trouble was caused by an organization called the Feitian Potato God Cult, the original Da Ma Jin Dao The burly man's tone immediately became extremely aggrieved, as if he was a doormat from a macho family. He said that he must be managed, but he cannot be managed, and he must be treated, but he cannot be treated openly. Contradictory bullshit.

The security guards looked at each other.

After urgent discussions, they finally decided to follow what their superiors said.

So, they became like this.

"Leave them alone, or they'll start killing each other," one player said. "You already know my prosthetic modifications. Look at yours."

Another player took off his pants and shirt in the street, and his cheap prosthetic skin began to glow with a dazzling light.

He made several bodybuilder poses showing off his muscles: "You see, this is how I fight. When I think everything is irreversible, I will turn on the 'Five Seconds of Real Man' frenzy chip and turn into light by the way!" In the dark, I will blind the enemy’s 24K titanium alloy dog ​​eyes!”

"It's so flashy," the player next to him turned his head, "What a good idea. When the time comes to fight at night, you can use yourself as a human flash bomb!"

The players swaggered to the service hall of the brotherhood headquarters, taking away three trash cans on the roadside, two manhole covers and a little boy's lollipop.

These "crimes" were recorded one by one by the security team members who followed behind.

The office hall has already received the news and is ready.

Twelve power armor warriors who were called urgently glared at the unscrupulous players.

However, these deterrent actions are in vain.

Players are not as interested in these background NPCs as they are in the beautiful young lady and handsome young brother passing by.

"What do you want to do?" A staff member was sitting at the counter, seemingly expressionless, but he had one hand under the cabinet, holding a loaded laser pistol.

"This! This!"

"This is it!"

"What a thief, bedding!"

A dozen fingers pointed at a task on the big screen.

[Check the location where the guerrillas lost contact with the headquarters and look for traces of the guerrillas.Please find any injured or dead bodies you can.It is with deep sadness that we...]

"Do you want to help?" The staff slowly relaxed.

He didn't expect that this group of psychopaths who were disrupting public order just by walking on the street were actually not bad people.

Maybe this group of people from the Flying Potato God Cult should pay attention to image management.

"Okay," the staff member took his hand away from the laser pistol and took out a piece of paper marked with the missing contact information. "Here are the coordinates. This is the reason why the headquarters thinks there may be a problem."

(End of this chapter)