The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 582 Before the War ([-])

A pig, or a human with a pig's head, emerged from the embers of the explosion.

Following his steps, the flames gradually dimmed, and all the flames were attached to the two butcher knives. The scorching flames shot out to a height of more than three meters, surrounded his body, and reflected his face even more ferociously.

In almost all the stories, "pig" is not a loving term, most of them are a bit ironic, insulting, and discriminatory.

Because the pig is very fat, full of fat, the brain represents stupidity, and the body reminds people of the mess rolling in the mud.

Are you a pig?

Are you a pig brain?

No one would consider such words as compliments.

Even if it is reluctant to hook up with cuteness, it can only be stupid and cute.
However, the IQ of pigs is not low. They may not be as stupid as cat owners lying on your bed and domineering. Moreover, many pigs are powerful and dangerous. In the mountains and wilderness, many hunters would rather go to Facing a bear, I don't want to provoke a wild boar.

But what's the use of this? In short, the word pig represents stupidity and cowardice in the eyes of everyone. This has nothing to do with the facts, it's just a thinking formula we set for ourselves.

Old Joey didn't like this feeling very much, and Pego didn't like it either.

So. Today, these two pigs will talk to these people in front of them.

Of course, not with your mouth, but with a knife.

"Boom!!!" There was a loud noise.

The tank barrel with a caliber as big as a washbasin had already been aimed at Old Joey, and such things as compassion had been thrown out of the sky the moment Batman put down the "Oath of Not Killing", so, Facing an early bird like Old Joey, he naturally wouldn't waste a word.

A thin version of Batman in the back of the crowd directly pressed the operating device on his arm a few times, and several remote-controlled tanks loaded their guns directly, and a series of bombardments accompanied by shells went straight to Old Joey.

chopped!

Old Joey didn't have any extra thoughts. Anyway, no matter what it was, he only knew how to chop. Of course, he wanted to chop people, and he still wanted to chop the shells that flew over.

Few people have seen what kind of scene it is like to chop a cannonball with a knife. Generally speaking, it is like a person throwing an apple at you, and then you are like the one in [Fruit Ninja], chopping it with a knife , cut it in half.

It's just that, after cutting, what comes out is not sweet fruit juice, but compressed explosives.

All of a sudden, there was a roar, and the impact of the explosion blasted a cracked depression on the ground. The flames reflected in the sky, and the night almost turned into day.

And in the blinding light.

A muscular figure flashed out, like a shot put thrown into the sky, quickly swept up the sky, and then crashed to the ground. Old Joey liked this simple way of moving.

Amidst the shocking explosions, no one could hear the extra sound. In short, the figure had an aura of "killing people is not worth life", and it was directly photographed on an armored tank.

Those tanks made of special metal were extremely strong, but they were smashed by the old Joey in such a way that they folded in half and collapsed. Immediately afterwards, the old Joey slashed with two knives, and the other tank on the side also It was directly chopped into four parts, and the parts flew to the rear, detonating another combat machine.

After such a series of destructions, Old Joey seemed to feel that he still had something to say, so he crashed onto another tank, clamped the gun barrel with a creaking hole, and groaned, he directly pulled out the gun barrel connected to the cockpit at the back. Get down and grab it.

This is just old Joey, but Pego's movements are faster. Its cute pig nose is like a nail gun hitting tofu. It pierces the steel armor with a bang, and then hits it from the other side When it came out, its four legs rattled, and it reversed quickly. A series of explosions exploded from behind, but the flame couldn't even keep up with its little tail.

This series of operations sounds very complicated, but it only happened in a few seconds. The two pigs, one big and one small, dismantled the surprisingly expensive combat weapons one by one.

Well, it was disassembled, like a child dismantling building blocks, it was dismantled to pieces.

It is true that weapons are the most powerful guarantee for people to survive. Those steel and gunpowder allow us to run rampant in this world, but... these things always have limits. When a person's ability exceeds this line, then a person A gun and an aircraft carrier are actually no different in his eyes.

So, in the final analysis, fighting is still up to you.

Among the crowd, Bruce Wayne, who was fused with the Superman potion, flew down slowly, and he came to the side of the crazy version of himself.

"I told that war madman, don't take out his toys, these things are reserved for those who hide inside."

The crazy version of Bruce smiled: "Hehe, whatever, it's just dozens of autonomous alloy tanks, so let's dismantle it, but that pig, I think, you should do it too."

"it is good."

Superman Bruce didn't talk nonsense, he just responded lightly, and then disappeared with a whoosh.

On the other side, Old Joey had already dismantled all the armor and weapons. Those flames scorched his skin to black, and there was a unique smell of roasting pig hair in the air.

But old Joey was still not satisfied, he had to chop something more.

So, those tiny eyes aimed at the Batmen on the other side of the fire!

"Chop it all up."

He thought this way, then lowered his waist, exerted all his strength on his hind legs, and rushed towards the crowd.

The sudden impact directly stepped on the ground into a big hole, which shows how terrifying the power is. However, it was just the next second of the forward rush.

Old Joey suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Of course, he didn't stop by himself, but halfway forward, a big hand accurately appeared on the path, and then pinched his neck.

Old Joey didn't even see when that hand appeared. In short, his posture at that time was like a running child who hit a steel cable connected to a telegraph pole.

The position of the head was blocked, and it was impossible to move forward an inch at all, but the body below the neck rushed forward due to inertia, and finally had to be withdrawn because of the link of the neck.

Just like that, Old Joey's mind was buzzing for a moment, and he lost his intuition for a short time.

But the expression of the owner of that hand was the same. He just pinched Old Joey's neck and lifted it up slowly.

It's like lifting a chick that's been waiting to be put into the frying pan.

(End of this chapter)