Dimensional Eroders

After getting out of the car, the 13th district was filled with excitement. It is a safe time here, and many citizens who seek refuge and play in the city will come here to hang out, until they step on the dilapidated stairs and come to the ground, there is a constant flow of people around.

When exiting the subway, the facilities are old, the environment is bad, and there is a mixed bag. Many little rotten boys sat on the steps with cigarette butts in their mouths, looking around furtively, like hyenas doing nothing on the grassland, looking for suitable prey.

After all, the real big shots in the park don't ride the subway. A true warrior who dares to cross the red zone on the surface and blow the heads of all those who stand in the way.

Just at this time, a group of hip-hop niggas walked through the market laughing and joking. They either wore reggae dreadlocks or the cool haircut of Eric the Panther, the cousin of the Marvel Black Panther, swaggering down from the other side.

This group of people looked like a bully, and they lined up arrogantly, occupying half of the stairs, forcing passers-by to make way from a distance. And Bailang happened to be on the opponent's path.

He glanced at it, only the one in the middle was fat, ugly, with upturned nostrils, like a big gold chain worn by a black man who had failed to evolve. It had the fluctuation of 'spirit', but it was very weak. The rest of the brothers, who had their pistols pinned to their waists or elastic bands in front of their crotches, looked domineering, but they were just ordinary gangsters.

But the hottest part of their eyes was the pants they didn't put on. The loose and fat pants only reach the base of the thighs, and when walking, you have to hold the belt with one hand, exposing the big buttocks in the shorts, is it unreasonable? ! It makes people wonder whether their brains are fully developed, so walking like this is not afraid of falling to death?

This terrible scene made Bailang, who was not obsessive-compulsive, extremely uncomfortable, and a feeling of unsteady aggrievedness stuck in his chest. This group of half-pantsed Neko was too bad, like apes with degraded intelligence, their behavior was abnormal and incomprehensible, so he couldn't help but remind him.

"Hey, don't look at them." Nick raised his arm, put it on Bailang's shoulder, dragged him aside, got out of the way, and explained in a low voice, "This is a racial and cultural difference. Paying too much attention to them or being kind Reminding that the pants are down, it will be regarded as a provocation, and then shot to death by shamed African-Americans."

"So wild? The law and order in Eden is really bad." Lang, who came to North America for the first time in his life, exclaimed, and this kind of customs? I'm justified in not wearing pants, you remind me you have to die?

"No, I'm not talking about Eden, but about the whole Amerika market."

"..."

Hearing this, Bailang's eyes were numb, and he could no longer swear 'beasts and barbarians'. The sweet air of freedom in this country is really suffocating.

After listening to the explanation, Lang couldn't help but glanced again, why are you so coquettish?

Just because of taking an extra look in the crowd, the ni brothers keenly caught the disdain in Lang's eyes, then showed an arrogant and nasty smile, and leaned towards the two of them swaying.

Seeing this scene, Nick rolled his eyes helplessly: "Trouble."

At this time, the fat rotten boy pulled out his trousers with the other hand, pulled out a revolver and aimed it at him and Nick, shook his head and shouted slightly unconsciously: "Hey, men! Your eyes are really amazing!" Disgusting, are you discriminating against my mom? You bloody mother-faker racist, believe it or not I shot you in the bloody knee? Hand over your money! Make it up to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the younger brothers surrounded him one after another, each drew their weapons from their waists, and forced Bailang and Nick to stop on the platform at the junction of the stairs. Shaking the pistol in an extremely casual way, very unprofessional, with a posture of showing you that he will die at any time.

This location is not remote, and people come and go from side to side from time to time. After seeing this familiar scene, he just subconsciously went around to the other side, leaving enough private space for Bailang and the others to solve their troubles, and then walked away indifferently.

The bastards squatting at the exit of the tunnel and smoking, booed and blew their whistles, and began to watch the excitement.

Bailang didn't feel nervous, and turned to look at the guide: "Are you sure this is a safe zone?" He didn't feel safe at all.

Nick showed a submissive smile, raised his hands high, signaled that he was harmless, and calmly said to Bailang: "Of course, don't be nervous, I will handle everything."

"Hey, what about you, stupid racist bird, don't look around, I'm talking to you."

Bailang unhappily pushed aside the barrel of the gun that was about to hit his forehead, and explained seriously: "I'm not a racist, I didn't discriminate against you at all, you damn Nigger!"

boom!

The fat, pig-nosed Nego showed an angry look, and fired a shot at Bailang's ear. The bullet hit the wall and bounced off. There was a loud gunshot in the corridor, attracting the attention of passers-by. Then they bowed their heads indifferently, and slightly deviated from the route Speed ​​up and leave.

"Are you sure this wasn't a robbery?"

After confirming that the other party did not dare to attack him, Bailang looked at the guide confidently, who showed a helpless expression.

"Hey, shut up, you insulted me, I have the right to shoot you and defend my dignity. But we are devout believers, choose to forgive your dirty and rude behavior, and only charge you compensation within $1000, It's not a robbery. Don't make me use force or you'll blow your knees off! See my necklace? I'm the most devoted believer in Christ, you damned blasphemer! You hear me, in the safe zone, My behavior is called 'greeting'! Do you know how to say hello? This is how to say hello, weak chicken! Bring the money!"

The fat man aimed a gun at Bailang with one hand, his legs suddenly opened, and he assumed an extremely stupid posture, but prevented the half-dressed pants from sliding down, and shook the hiphop cross around his neck with his free hand, threatening.

"Calm down, brother, this guy is new here and doesn't know the rules, we'll pay right now, you see, compensate your sincerity."

Nick quickly spoke to stop Bailang's provocative behavior, took out his wallet from his coat pocket, and shook it at the brothers. Like a dog teaser, it instantly attracts their attention.

Then, some kind of strange fluctuations spread, and the mental defense ability of [Thorn] was suddenly triggered, and Bailang felt a chill in his mind, and then saw Nick take out a stack of white papers prepared in advance from his wallet, and put them in the air. Dumped.

The robbers immediately showed joyful smiles.

The guide next to him seemed to have used some kind of ability. The eyes of a few Niges lit up, and they fell into a state of hypnotic illusion. They reached out and grabbed the white paper, lit it skillfully, showed a satisfied look, and skillfully rolled it into a roll.

Nick emphasized: "This is two thousand, which has reached the bottom line of extortion. You need to refund me two dollars, otherwise you will get into trouble."

"Mother Faker! Shut up your stinky mouth. Dude, give him two cents." The elder brother in the lead put the white paper into his pocket with satisfaction, and signaled to the younger brother beside him.

"It's your reward, Bichi." The younger brother took out two coins and threw them at Nick.

At this time, Bailang asked again: "He said that shooting the knee is not an active injury?"

"Hey, the indicators of greetings, civil conflicts, and minor injuries here are different from those of the outside world. You have to adapt as soon as possible. Non-fatal gunshot wounds are not considered intentional injuries."

"Understood? Little rookie, be smart." After Ni Ge received the paper money, he still stared at the place where Nick put away his wallet, and finally chose to make way.

While stabbing the revolver back to his crotch, he was still complacent, and provocatively said: "If you are not in a 'safe state' now, you dare to discriminate against my race and insult my belief, believe it or not, I will shoot you!" Blast your dog..."

boom!

Before Ni Ge could finish his sentence, Bailang slapped his face, lifted the fat man weighing two hundred catties with one hand, and swung it towards the wall beside him with a slap.

After a bang, dull sound and tremor, the dust rustled down. When the power of the ten-ton dragon was restrained, the back of his head was heavily embedded in the wall, the old tile was smashed into a pit, his eyes turned white, the violent impact caused a concussion, and his body trembled like a goat.

The baggy trousers also fell off, revealing a pair of patterned shorts, the crotch crotch rattled and fell to the ground.

"He sneaked up on the boss, fuck him!"

A boy reacted and immediately raised his gun to aim at Bailang. At this moment, Lang already had legs like a dragon. With his thick thighs like tree stumps, he ruthlessly swept off and smashed one knee after another, bent at the joints, and twisted into various poses. There were screams one after another.

At the same time as he made a legitimate defense, a certain indescribable but extremely clear 'breath' began to condense on his body.

Lang recalled the content introduced by Nick, which should be the "red name cohesion" caused by the deliberate injury in the safe zone, which is commonly known as the "hunting mark". It's just that he got stuck on the borderline of "greeting hello" because of his well-measured shots. This kind of mark is only faintly visible, and it has not broken through the threshold and really formed.

Is it overdone?

Feeling the fluctuations hovering on the edge of the 'red name line', Bai Lang trampled on several Nige's arms to varying degrees and jumped repeatedly, the feeling of the 'red name monster' was ready to come out.

Seeing his behavior, Nick opened his mouth and didn't stop it.

In the corner, a thin nigga looked terrified, tremblingly raised his gun and was about to pull the trigger. Bailang didn't turn his head to look at him, but just raised his left hand, held the muzzle of the gun and pulled it upwards, the index finger that was caught in the trigger was twisted and deformed.

Click!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" The pistol fired again and again, and the bullets flew high into the sky. Bailang exerted force again, and the opponent's entire wrist was broken, and the gunfire stopped.

"Huh? I'm red now?" Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. Although his "greetings" to every Neko did not break through Eden's bottom line for civilians, but six or seven added together, he has formed a faint 'The Hunting Mark', which is punishment for intentionally hurting ordinary people.

Bailang flicked his sleeves, a cold light flashed, and a metallic wrench slipped out of his sleeve, and he held it in his hand.

After recovering from his senses, Ni Ge yelled in shock: "Ah... what are you doing? Don't come here!"

Bailang stepped forward and came to him, without saying a word, he slammed the wrench hard.

He didn't use the physical blows on both sides, so he didn't erupt the 'medical curse'. Instead, he punched half of his head into a depression. The 'red name' was indeed heavier. He is now maliciously hurting Eden's property.

Turn the wrench, 'Bone-setting Curse', explode!

boom!

Although this wrench broke the femur, all the broken bones in Ni Ge's body were forcibly corrected. Even if the fractures were shattered, they could still be put together piece by piece. With the'healing output', the hunting mark slowly decreased.

It worked! Intentional damage red flag increases, but intentional healing can also reduce the mark.

Bailang's eyes lit up, and under the terrified eyes of the ni brothers, he showed a kind expression, and kept raising and dropping his thick and powerful arms.

boom! boom! boom……

He kept switching the intensity of the 'output', feeling the cohesion and decline of the 'red name', trying to judge some of Eden's standards. In the end, with a screwdriver and a wrench, he reduced the conflict from a civil dispute to the level of "everyday greetings".

"Everyone has seen that I am a doctor! You must testify for me."

Bailang looked around at the onlookers, frantically wielding a monkey wrench in the safe area to commit crimes, and physically treated the low-level niggas.

As he got worse, he took out a 'nail gun' from his arms, turned on the industrial Chinese medicine mode, and fired steel nails continuously at the fat man's vital points, piercing it on the wall, and issued a pig-killing sound. He screamed like despair, and the 'hunting mark' on his body became weaker and weaker. The guide showed a beeping dog expression.

Did he also use his ability? Why can't I feel it?

At this time, Bailang stood up, put away the wrench, stuffed the nail gun back inside his clothes, bent down and found a stack of banknotes from the brothers, and explained: "Although it exceeds the upper limit of 1,000 US dollars, what I charge is medical expenses. , repair fees, acupuncture fees, and medical device wear and tear fees... Actually, it’s not enough. But it’s okay, this is a tip, thank you.”

He picked a few dirty ones from the banknotes, rolled them up, stuck them in their wounds, and waved to Nick.

The guide quickly followed up: "It seems that you have adapted to the rhythm of life in the Garden of Eden."

"I've lived here before, I just left with my memory wiped, but just now it seems to be familiar again? It's a great feeling, I'm gradually understanding everything."

"No wonder."