Cyber Heroes

After hearing what the man said, several green forest minions stopped. They looked at each other and then gathered around.

One of the guys, who had replaced part of the warrior's prosthetic body and had an obviously higher status, kicked the man lying on the ground and asked, "Do you want to join the Green Forest?"

The man nodded: "Yes... I want to join Green Forest!"

"Why?"

The man was stunned. At this critical moment of life and death, the neural network soaked in ethanol was unable to perform normal functions. He stuttered and asked: "What... why? Didn't you mean... preferential treatment..."

"That was just now!" A green forest guy kicked the guy impatiently and scolded, "If you took the initiative to surrender just now, it means that you have deep evil roots in your heart and you are a born green forest hero! That is called preferential treatment. Those who join the green forest to save their lives will be at a much lower level!"

Another added: "Looking at how weak you are, you don't seem to be very strong."

Lu Lin, who looked like the leader of the team, waved his hand: "In this case... you go and kill someone. If you kill someone, you will have a certificate of surrender."

"Ah?" The man's face suddenly showed the ecstasy of having survived the disaster. He looked in the direction pointed by Lu Lin, who looked like the team leader, and found a dying guy lying on the ground. He slowly approached, raised his fist, and sprinted suddenly, but then stopped suddenly.

I don’t know if it’s the built-in control assistance program of the prosthetic body that’s causing trouble, or if this guy is still afraid of “losing his asylum” itself.

"Losing asylum" is one of the most tragic things in this era. Sometimes it's even scarier than death. "Losing asylum" means that others can do whatever they want with you, no matter what.

This fear was like a piece of ice driven into the man's head.

But soon, he overcame this hesitation.

The man raised his fist and slammed it down.

A stream of blood surged into the air.

The man then turned around, his face showing some real ferocity. He smiled and said: "Actually, I still have some ideas... I really like those that have spiritual effects..."

However, what responded to him was a chainsword.

The man who looked like the leader sawed open the man's face without hesitation.

"Even hesitating about this is too much of a waste. Our Green Forest is not a garbage dump. We will collect everything." The little team leader said with a smile, "Speaking of which, killing a waste who has clearly lost the protection of civilization should not be considered murder. Right?"

The man had no idea that he would be treated like this. He wanted to scream, but the saw cut open his vocal organ.

The powerful vitality of the baseline people and their outstanding resistance to hypoxic environments have become a terrible curse.

The man was squirming on the ground, gesturing with his hands, trying desperately to say something.

The young team leader pulled out the chain saw and sword, shook off the stains on it, and said to the others: "This kind of person, if you treat him as a brother, he might cheat you at some point. Remember the process! Rush in. After the village, we only want those guys with martial arts talents!"

Then, he tilted his head and lightly rubbed the chain sword against the man twice, removing a large amount of flesh and blood: "Just use this thing to 'quench your thirst'. Remember this method. As long as you let these guys If someone kills someone in front of you, then you can kill him at will. The automatic alarm built into the civilian system will not be triggered. If you encounter a situation where you need to endure the killing intention and not attract the attention of the government, use this method... Do you understand? "

"Got it!" The other Green Forest members uniformly smiled sinisterly, and then rushed towards the still squirming man.

Only this guy can abuse them at will, and only at this moment can their sadistic heart be slightly satisfied.

What are you waiting for?

In just a few moments, the disgusting man turned into a pile of scrap metal and a pool of flesh and blood on the metal pile.

Zoroa grabbed his throat tightly. He didn't even dare to breathe.

That man died, and died miserably. Soraya was not sad at all, he was even quite happy. However, he couldn't help but be afraid of this situation.

Soraya realized that unless he showed what the group of Green Forests called "martial arts talent", he would still die even if he surrendered.

But at the same time, Soraya also realized another thing.

At this point in time, even if he was so scared, he didn't want to seek refuge in Green Forest at all.

Zoroa actually doesn't have any ambitions, nor is he smart. The only thing he wants is to be "different from that bastard father." If his father is a worker, then he should never become a worker. Even if you are a low-level martial artist, no matter how bad your life is, it is enough to be able to laugh at that bastard.

And Soraya's father said at the end that he "wanted to become Green Forest".

So Soraya doesn't want to become Green Forest anyway.

——Must escape...

——They will not kill easily, so...

But at this moment, Soraya met the eyes of a green forest outside the window.

The green forest guy found his next prey and was overjoyed. He threw the big shield in his hand, and the shack where Zoroa was hiding collapsed instantly like paper. Soraya rolled on the spot and found a random direction to escape in the chaos.

Behind Soraya, the little team leader whistled: "Wow, maybe this can be done?"

--Oops……

Zoroa noticed that many eyes were focused on him.

He let out a scream and accelerated as hard as he could. As if to evaluate his talent in external skills, those Green Foresters took their time to launch some innocuous attacks on him.

Zoroa screamed and ran away. But a few minutes later, he actually saw a small crowd. There were about seven or eight people gathered around. Soraya rushed over without thinking.

Then he discovered that this small group of people had been surrounded.

Dr. Schultz was holding up the silver stick and shouted loudly: "This is the weapon of the silver drive shaft Leif Sherret! Come on!"

This kind of fanatical look actually frightened a few minions. They began to wonder if this "warrior" with a high transformation rate had killed the famous Mr. Leif, and they hesitated for a moment.

And this hesitation made the small town residents even more fanatical. The seven or eight people present immediately focused their attention on the stick.

Even Zoroa was a little shaken.

But soon, a Green Lin broke the confrontation: "If it's really you who did it, then I'll be famous! Come on!"

As he spoke, he sped up and raised his chain sword in an upward gesture.

Where has Dr. Schultz seen such a posture? He barely made one move based on his memory from watching the game, but his weapon flew away after just one move. The long stick whirled and fell elsewhere.

Zoroa's heart also fell into the dust along with the long stick.

I woke up this morning with a tingling pain in my left finger. I thought it was because the cervical spondylosis was not in the correct sleeping position and compressed the nerves, or simply because I had pressed it for too long, but later I discovered that there were three small cuts on my finger. Yesterday when I was making oysters, the fingertips of my left hand were cut into three small incisions that were invisible to the naked eye. Today I noticed a slight inflammatory reaction...

All in all, let the barbecue restaurant make some money.

Hopefully no marine Vibrio vulnificus.

Also, typing on the keyboard in this situation is simply ascetic.