The copy has 0 error tolerance, and the last words on the ground are all wrong for me

Ding-dong.

The bell at the back door of the grocery store rang.

Marty looked puzzled. He didn't remember inviting anyone else.

He walked to the back door and found a strange man in black standing there.

He was sure that he didn't know the other person, and he had never even seen him in the town.

Today was an important day, and he didn't want to be disturbed by someone who didn't know him.

"Who are you?"

The man in black picked up the fish-shaped wooden sculpture on the entrance and played with it in front of him. "Buy something."

"I don't sell my goods to people outside the island."

Marty felt a little strange. He only recognized the residents of the town. In the past, he was very repulsive when he saw people outside the island.

If it was other people outside the island who dared to touch his goods with their dirty hands, he would have cut off their hands long ago.

I don't know what happened today. When he saw the man in black in front of him, he was not angry, but subconsciously admired him.

The man in black robe: "Can't you be flexible?"

Marty wanted to refuse, but he somehow thought that the other party was a good person and he should help him, so he softened his tone.

"What do you want to buy?"

"The key to the dock where you executed the postman."

"You are looking for death!"

The words of the man in black robe touched Marty's deepest secret, and even though he admired him very much, he also had a strong desire to kill him.

He roared and tried to use the trick he used to kill the previous postman to make the messenger possess him and weaken the man in black robe.

However, after the ability was activated, his body size only slightly increased, the effect was similar to the congestion of muscles after exercise, and there was no other change.

The body of the man in black robe in front of him did not change at all, and he was obviously not affected.

Why would the messenger of God protect an outsider from the island?

Marty couldn't understand.

The black-robed man said slowly, as if he saw through everything:

"It seems that as long as the good and evil value and favorability are high enough, the power of the messenger of God cannot be activated."

Marty's face became even uglier. Although he didn't understand what the good and evil value and favorability of the black-robed man meant, he could tell from his tone that he not only knew the messenger of God, but also knew how to resist the messenger of God.

Who is he?

Why can an outsider know so much? !

Marty was shocked and angry, but what surprised him even more was that even though the black-robed man revealed so many secrets, he still felt that the other party was a good person and should not attack him.

Witchcraft!

The other party must be a pagan who used witchcraft on him!

"Damn guy, I can tear you apart with my hands without the help of the messenger of God!"

Marty tried his best to pretend that he was angry and tried to approach the black-robed man, trying to suppress him with his absolute physical advantage.

But there was no hostility in his heart, his punches and kicks were gentle and slow. From the state, he seemed to be driving the black-robed man away, rather than trying to keep him.

Marty couldn't do it, but the black-robed man could.

He raised his hand, and a silver revolver stretched out from under his robe.

Seeing the muzzle of the gun, Marty cursed. He wanted to avoid the muzzle, but the narrow environment of the back door entrance made it particularly difficult for him to turn around.

Stuck in the narrow corridor, he was like a fixed live target.

With six consecutive gunshots, Marty was shot in all four limbs, especially two shots in each knee, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

The black-robed man changed the bullets in front of him and continued to shoot.

This time the bullets hit the shoulder and arm.

The black-robed man made a sound and reloaded again...

I don't know how many shots he fired before Marty couldn't bear the weakness in his body and slowly lost consciousness.

The moment before he fainted, he had only one thought in his mind.

At such a close distance, firing dozens of shots in a row, but none of them hit the vital points.

Could the son of the beach opposite be a master of human body outlining?

Seeing Marty lose consciousness due to excessive blood loss, Wu Chang put away the silver dawn and breathed a sigh of relief.

He wanted to catch Marty alive, not to kill him, so he avoided the vital points and only attacked Marty's limbs and joints.

Who knew that Marty was a legendary endurance king, with an absurdly thick blood bar. He emptied the magazine five times, and his limbs were almost beaten into stuffing before he barely fainted.

The situation was smoother than he expected. The clone condensed by the re-creation of the true self could not only inherit the attributes on his panel, but also the hidden attributes that were not displayed on the panel.

For example, the good and evil values ​​hidden in the quiet town copy.

The good and evil values ​​accumulated by his original body by over-completing the work were successfully inherited to the true self, making Marty not only unable to borrow the power of the messenger of God, but also uncontrollably expressing friendliness to the true self.

It's like you're playing a game, knowing that the monster in front of you is going to attack you, but the monster's head shows a green name.

Without the power of the God's Messenger, Marty is just a small elite monster in an ordinary C-level copy, and his stats are far behind Liu Wei.

In addition, his unwillingness to be an enemy of his true self further weakened his combat effectiveness.

The combination of many factors made the battle one-sided.

[Lock Marty up and keep him from working. See if he will go crazy! ]

The battle is over, and it's time to complete the former postman's bloody last words full of bad taste.

Marty runs a grocery store. The advantage of a grocery store is that you can find a suitable substitute for whatever you need.

To be on the safe side, he found a few bundles of hemp rope from the store and tied Marty up layer by layer.

Then he entered the storeroom in the grocery store, lifted a floor, revealing a passage leading to the underground, and dragged Marty into it.

Under the storeroom was a simple dungeon.

The dungeon was only 20 to 30 square meters, with four or five iron cages like dog cages in the corner, piled with bones whose flesh and blood had not yet rotted.

This "cafeteria" of rats and maggots exuded a terrible smell that should be "indescribable". The smell settled and fermented in the unventilated underground. Just half a breath almost sent Wu Chang away.

This dog thing is too unhygienic.

Iron hooks and racks were fixed on the ceiling and walls of the dungeon. The huge iron tables and chairs were filled with various torture instruments, each of which was stained with black blood.

This dungeon was discovered by Wu Chang when he used his spirit to scout the area before. It should be Marty's private "game room".

Marty's skillful technique in executing the former postman should have been practiced here.

Thanks to Marty's special hobby, he didn't have to worry about where to imprison Marty.

He threw Marty into the iron cage, and the rats and maggots in the skeleton were all ready to move when they smelled the smell of fresh flesh and blood.

Wu Chang looked at the iron cage with disdain, and told you to clean up, but now that you are the tenant, you know the importance of the environment.

Because the information Marty gave was too accurate, no townspeople noticed during the process.

After cleaning up the bloodstains on the entrance, Wu Chang arranged his true self around the grocery store to prevent Marty from breaking free and escaping from the dungeon, and to transfer Marty in time if other townspeople found something wrong with the grocery store.

Although he was very curious about the information about the messenger of God, the interrogation of Marty had to be postponed.

He returned to the post office, changed into a formal suit, and went straight to the mayor's house with a letter of introduction.

Today was the day he entered the town council. According to Morena, there was a grand event waiting for him in the evening.