Extraordinary: Start with owning the system

The houses in the industrial area are so compact that the roads can barely accommodate one person.

When two people met, they had to turn their bodies sideways, and above their heads were bamboo poles for drying clothes. Those colorful clothes fluttered in the wind like pennants.

The people who live here are mainly workers, and the years of random construction make the industrial area look like a maze. Even people who live here all year round may get lost.

The rainwater on the street has accumulated, and it seems that it will not pass the threshold. The drainage system in the industrial area is always very bad, and every time it rains, it will flood the city and the ocean.

Wang Luo tried his best to walk on a smooth road, but he was followed by someone before he walked very far.

A man wearing earrings and tattoos on his shoulders looked at him with malicious eyes, then suddenly accelerated towards him, and then raised his fist and slammed it down hard.

Wang Luo would have been knocked down if he hadn't crossed over, but now it's completely different. Combat specialization represents a kind of absolute force suppression, and no one is his opponent at the same level.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Wang Luo's mouth. The moment the other party touched him, his footsteps moved lightly, and the whole person seemed to avoid it inadvertently.

The man with the tattoo jumped straight into the air, hit the wall all of a sudden, and let out a scream.

Before the tattooed man got up, Wang Luo stepped on the other's ankle like lightning.

Hearing a click, the tattooed man's ankle showed an exaggerated bend, causing him to roll on the ground and howl in pain.

"Say, who sent you here?" Wang Luo said lightly.

The tattooed man was trembling all over, with cold sweat on his forehead, just about to open his mouth to speak, suddenly a cold light flashed past.

There was a warning sign in Wang Luo's heart, and he instinctively dodged to the side. A flying knife had already pierced through the tattooed man's head, and then pierced deeply into the wall.

At this time, the rain had already fallen heavily, and the sound of pattering rain was connected with the sound of shaking branches.

Wang Luo frowned slightly, turned around, and saw a man in his 30s wearing a black windbreaker not far away.

The man held a long-handled black canvas umbrella in his hand, wore a bowler hat and black sunglasses, had a neat mustache on his face, and a straight nose. He looked like a well-bred man. Gentleman in general.

"Oh, what a surprise. Those who gather intelligence are really damned, but now I still have a chance to make amends. Dear Mr. Lancelot, please allow me to send you on your way."

The man in the black windbreaker smiled slightly, revealing a row of pure white teeth like pearls, and a throwing knife suddenly appeared in his slender white right hand.

"It looks like someone is going to kill me, is it my identity?" Wang Luo said lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a stabbing pain in his shoulder, and then blood spurted out, and his clothes were completely torn by the flying knife.

The man in the black windbreaker said in a disappointed tone, "It's really a stubborn cockroach-like creature, so let's try this next."

He unhurriedly took out a throwing knife again, obviously confident in his flying knife technique, but it was indeed at the peak of Miaojue, and ordinary people had no chance to react at all.

However, Wang Luo suddenly moved, his spine crackled, and a surge of strength gushed out of his body, followed by his whole body rushing out like a cheetah.

Although Wang Luo's physical fitness seems to be weak, but after the system improvement, he is not inferior to ordinary adults, coupled with his own ability to stimulate potential, the fighting level he displayed is far beyond imagination.

The man in the black windbreaker felt a terrifying pressure coming towards his face, and he was even more horrified in his heart. He didn't dare to hesitate at the moment, he lunged down and punched Wang Luo.

"Hehe... naive." Wang Luo smiled contemptuously, and suddenly pulled out the dagger on his shoulder with his right hand, then turned his head slightly to avoid the opponent's fist, and then suddenly exerted force with his right arm, and the white skin could He could clearly see the blue tendons bursting out, entangled like earthworms, and the flying knives flashed in the air.

The two passed by, the man in the black windbreaker narrowed his eyes, opened his mouth, and said, "What a fast knife!"

Then a knife mark appeared on the throat, and the whole person fell into the stagnant water. The dark red blood mixed with the rainwater, diluted and faded.

Wang Luo covered his shoulders with his right hand, took a deep breath, and could vaguely hear a grunting sound from his abdomen, just like spring thunder, and then the bones all over his body exploded.

The cut skin healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, but it was not without cost, his face became paler and paler.

Feeling the injuries in his body, Wang Luo was really helpless. He couldn't use too much strength now, otherwise the foundation of his body would be damaged.

Wang Luo searched the man in the black windbreaker, but there was nothing about his identity, but fortunately, a dozen gold coins made him rich all of a sudden.

He looked around and saw that there was no one around, maybe even if he saw it, he would pretend not to see it on purpose. In this industrial area full of dragons and snakes, the best way to save life is not to meddle in other people's business.

Less than 20 meters after leaving this alley, there is a bus station. It is more like a light rail railway station than a bus station. From a distance, you can see a huge mechanical iron train slowly stopping along the track. Platform side.

Then, puffs of white steam came out from the chimney at the top, and the billowing heat wave almost drove away all the chill of late autumn.

The surrounding passengers have long been used to it, and they boarded the train quickly one by one. When the steam dissipated, the platform became empty.

Wang Luo sat by the window. Although it was closed, a trace of cold wind still came in through the gap, blowing cold air from the cracks in the bones.

He didn't care, instead he looked at the scenery outside the window with great interest.

In the memory of the original owner, it seems that he is indifferent to everything in the outside world, so he has very little knowledge of this society.

After the bus drove out of the industrial zone, there were a lot fewer people on the bus, the carriages became empty, and the street outside the window was no longer the gray tone of the industrial zone, and various high-rise buildings began to appear, as if the two areas were completely separated. The two worlds are the same.

There are sycamore trees planted on both sides of the street, and the green canopy makes the air here seem to be clean.

People who walk here will never be the same as in the industrial area, they have plenty of time to pick and choose in the shops in the street.