All Worlds Madhouse

A pig, or a man with a pig's head, stepped out of the embers of the explosion.

As he walked, the firelight gradually dimmed, and all the flames attached to the two butcher knives. The hot flames shot out more than three meters high, surrounding his body, making his face even more ferocious.

In almost all stories, "pig" is not a loving term. Most of them are sarcastic, insulting, and discriminatory.

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

Are you a pig?

Are you a pig brain?

No one would consider such words to be a compliment.

Even if it is reluctantly linked to cuteness, it can only be stupid and cute.

However, the IQ of pigs is actually not low. They may not be stupider than the domineering cat owner lying on your bedside. Moreover, many pigs are powerful and dangerous. In the deep mountains and wilderness, many hunters would rather go Faced with a bear, he would not want to provoke a wild boar.

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

Old Joey didn't like this feeling very much, and neither did Pego.

So today, these two pigs are going to talk to the people in front of them.

Not with your mouth, of course, but with a knife.

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

The tank barrel with a caliber as big as a washbasin was already aimed at Old Joey. The feeling of compassion was thrown out of the window the moment Batman laid down his "Vath not to Kill". So, Facing a young guy like Old Joey, he naturally wouldn't waste a word.

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

Cut it off!

Old Joey didn't have any extra thoughts. Anyway, no matter what it was, he only knew how to chop. He would naturally chop people, and he would still chop the flying shells.

Few people have seen what it is like to chop a cannonball with a knife. To describe it roughly, it is like someone throwing an apple at you, and then you are like the one in [Fruit Ninja], slashing it with a knife. , cut it in half.

However, after cutting, what spurted out was not sweet fruit juice, but compressed explosives.

Suddenly, there was a roar, and the impact of the explosion opened a cracked depression in the ground. The fire reflected into the sky, and the night almost turned into day.

And in the dazzling light.

A strong figure flashed out, like a lead ball thrown into the sky. It quickly flew into the sky and crashed to the ground. Old Joey liked this simple way of movement.

Amidst the breathtaking explosions, no one could hear the unnecessary sound. In short, the figure had an aura of "killing people without paying for their lives" and was photographed directly on an armored tank.

Those tanks made of special metals were extremely strong, but after being hit by Old Joey, they were bent in half and collapsed. Then, Old Joey slashed with both swords, and another tank on the side also collapsed. It was chopped into four halves, and the parts flew to the rear, detonating other combat machinery.

After such a series of destruction, Old Joey seemed to feel that he still had some unfinished business, so he collapsed onto another tank, clamped the gun barrel with a creaking nest, and with a groan, he directly pulled out the gun barrel and the cockpit behind it. Come down and grab it.

This is just old Joey, but Pego moves faster. His cute pig nose is like a nail gun hitting tofu. It penetrates the steel armor with a bang, and then hits it from the other side. When it came out, its four legs were clicking and it was moving backwards very fast. A series of explosions burst out from behind, but the flames couldn't even keep up with its little tail.

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

Well, it was torn apart. It was like a child taking apart building blocks. It was torn apart.

Indeed, weapons are the most powerful guarantee for people's survival. Those steel and gunpowder allow us to dominate in this world. However, these things always have limits. When a person's ability exceeds this line, then In his eyes, there is actually no difference between a gun and an aircraft carrier.

So, in the final analysis, you still have to rely on yourself for things like fighting.

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

"I told that war maniac not to take out his toys. These things are reserved for the people hiding inside."

The crazy version of Bruce smiled: "Haha, whatever, it's just dozens of independent alloy tanks, just tear them apart. But that pig, I think you should do it too."

"good."

Superman Bruce didn't say much nonsense, he just responded lightly, and then, with a swish, disappeared.

On the other side, Old Joey had already dismantled all the armored weapons. The flames had scorched his skin black, and there was still 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 Batmans on the other side of the fire!

"Chop it all."

He thought this, then lowered his waist, used his hind legs to exert force, and rushed towards the crowd.

The impact immediately made a big hole in the ground, which shows how terrifying the power is. However, the next second he rushed forward.

Old Joey suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Of course, he didn't stop on his own, 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 telephone pole.

The position of the head was blocked and it was impossible to move forward an inch. However, the body below the neck rushed directly to the front due to inertia. In the end, it had to be withdrawn due to the link between the neck.

Just like that, Old Joey's mind was buzzing and he temporarily lost his intuition.

But the expression of the owner of that hand didn't look the same at all. He just pinched Old Joey's neck and slowly lifted him up.

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