Diablo Destruction

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In this second-tier city, which has no name until now, it can be broadly divided into three parts, the old city, the new city, and the high-tech zone.

The streets and buildings in the old city are filled with a sense of history, and the industrial part has been completely relocated. Now the environment is quiet and green, and dozens of centuries-old trees can be seen everywhere, covering many flat and short houses. Take two steps , there are large and small parks everywhere, and the scale of square dancing is close to the front line. It is an extremely suitable place for the elderly.

It's just that the housing prices are quite weird, cheap ones are cheap, expensive ones are deadly expensive, and they are not three generations of aboriginals, so they can't figure out the pricing rules.

There is nothing worth mentioning in the new urban areas. From the first-tier cities to the small towns on the 18th tier, you can find exactly the same development template. The dividing line between the old and the new is always interesting. Most of them are a river, a river, or a river. A mountain, a bridge, a wall, even a rusty railway.

The city center is located here, the most prosperous commercial center, the tallest office buildings, the most luxurious houses, and the most congested roads are all here... Eh?

Wait, is it too late to say this now? The brave men have already reached the gate of the Demon King City. Wouldn't it be a bit... abrupt and sloppy to go back and introduce the layout of Novice Village?

Forget it, what the heck, it's Braves vacation time.

Going back to the topic just now, the above areas have nothing to do with me. I should focus on the high-tech zone of my hometown. In terms of setting, I should be a relocated household who became rich overnight by virtue of the development of the high-tech zone. The instant noodle factory, even if I let go of my status as a nouveau riche, it seems that I still have the quality of a rich second generation in a 19th-tier mountain village.

I have to use a sentence that fits the style of the times to describe my family background—have the courage to get married in Ganxi and dare to challenge the third child.

Looking back at the high-tech zone, generally speaking, the planning is very reasonable, the main roads extend in all directions, and the factories and enterprises all over it are like pieces of square tofu blocks of different sizes. The neat codes are on the top, and even the food street with a relatively messy layout in the impression is framed in a rectangular area. The bird's-eye view of the planning of the high-tech zone located at several entrances and exits highlights a place that makes patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder feel very happy. As for the greening , is also quite satisfactory, although it is not commendable, but it can also make people find no faults.

Only in the southeast corner, there is a roughly triangular... er, like a wrinkled and stained spot on a straight ironed suit.

Flat and low tile-roofed houses, potholed roads, old signboards, unlicensed black Internet cafes, fly restaurants, cheap fruit stands, canteens, and department stores. Compared with the colorful cities, this place seems to be covered with black and white tones, making people dream Back to the nineties.

According to the introduction of the little fox who has just arrived but is as well-informed as a native, if we are said to be demolition upstarts, then the scars in this high-tech zone are the legendary nail households.

The price talk collapsed, the official table was lifted, the nail household bronze was stubborn, and it was extremely calm—our Da Chong country lacked everything, except for land purchases. Here is a post to prove it. It only takes three years. After three years, the world will Shocked by the birth of a group of far-sighted new rural intellectuals and rich people.

Then, three years and three years.

Few people would find fault with themselves. Therefore, people here are extremely hostile to the high-tech zone, and at the same time, some restless guys have been bred. People who work in the high-tech zone dare not rent a house here, even if the rent is far different.

I haven't enjoyed the slightest dividend brought by urban development. The poverty here is becoming more and more backward. People are becoming more conservative and xenophobic. The decent young people don't want to stay here anymore. As a result, many houses are abandoned and gradually turned into wilderness. Every night, The old street lamps that have been in disrepair flicker, and there is no one around, except for the dogs barking and cats crying from time to time, revealing a sense of defeat and desolation. Thriller movies don't have extra sets.

It seems that due to the overlapping of resentment and environmental factors, Pang has caused a large number of fragments of the Eight Souls card to be attracted. Although I don't have specific statistics, I can get a general idea by following the witch's work every night. The strange frequency is obviously higher than other surrounding places.

During this period of time, I was not completely idle. Apart from learning some information from the little fox, I also commandeered Linya’s little sheep two-wheeled rocket bike, and walked around the high-tech zone several times during the day. The focus is on this scrap... Uh, really *urban-rural fringe.

In other words, an advanced copy of spawning monsters.

Fortunately, many houses here have been abandoned, and the combat effectiveness of the witches has become supermodel, and the combat experience is becoming more and more abundant. Often, after locking the enemy, justice will come from heaven, air-drop siege, four-sided attack, ten-cut violent beating, and the battle is often very difficult. It ends in an instant, and sometimes it's so quick that the enemy doesn't even react, just—hey, where's my head?

Therefore, the damage caused is negligible. Occasionally, a dilapidated house collapses, it must be due to disrepair, and has nothing to do with the messenger of justice.

On this day, I have nothing... Cough cough, I am conscientious, and I rode my beloved little sheep to patrol here again, preparing to anticipate the enemy's opportunities and plan ahead. I award medals for Best Magical Girl Friend, Best Magical Girl Supporter, Best Magical Girl Cultivator, Best Magical Girl Follower, Best Bicycle Tourist, etc.

Of course, it doesn't really matter whether the medal is a medal or not, the important thing is the bonus.

Turned around, roughly identified a few suspicious points, I took out the dog tag... Ah, it's a mobile phone, and I was preparing for a daily report. At this moment, the violent roar of the generator came from far to near, and only two or three seconds passed , a wall on the left exploded with a bang, and a burning car rushed through the crack with the momentum of a salted fish turning over and spinning in mid-air. Unfortunately, it failed to land safely with a handsome drift like in the movie. The wheel was turned upside down, and it landed on its belly, sparking more than ten meters along the way before stopping.

"Cough cough cough!!"

The front of the car was severely dented, and inside the car, which was almost completely deformed, there were several violent coughs, which made people lament the miracle of life. Then, a dark guy climbed out with difficulty from the broken and severely deformed car window .

Hands and feet are intact, even scratches are rare, except that the clothes are badly torn, only a crumpled tie and a single cuff remain on the upper body, and a pair of pink and purple underpants with square flower dots are left on the lower body, only the leather shoes are left. The socks were intact, and his body and face were completely blackened by the smoke. The overall image highlighted an avant-garde brutalist style.

Climbing out of the overturned car, the first thing this avant-garde guy did was to turn his head and fumble into the car. He quickly took out a pack of cigarettes, took out one skillfully, and held it in his mouth. The blazing flame next to the fuel tank ignited, and leaning against the tire behind him, he took a breath.

Oh?

He took a few puffs, and finally found me who was less than three meters away from the flying track of the car. Holding on to the bicycle, I put on a Tibetan fox face, showing surprise, and then smiled brightly, showing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Don't worry buddy, everything will be fine."

? ? ?

Does it mean a good cast?

As soon as the conversation ended, a series of gunshots sounded from the other side of the wall. There were dozens of holes in the wall, and the bullets passed through the wall, causing the car, which was already miserable, to splash on the body. There were more than a dozen sparks.

I was stunned, is this the rhythm of entering a special dungeon?

Under the threat of American Juhe, the other party finally didn't care about being handsome, and squatted down, looking for the short-term opportunity when the gunshots faded away, a vicious dog pounced on the food, kept away from the car, and rolled non-stop on the ground, rolling, rolling, rolling Ah, roll, roll towards me.

After he rolled away, the flaming car exploded, completely turning into a ball of fire, bouncing on the spot, various parts flying all over the sky, and a tire rolled over.

"Man, now is not the time to be in a daze. If you don't want to die, you should run away."

He is handsome in an inconspicuous way, and his words are a little reliable. Now is really not the time to be in a daze. If you are an ordinary person, it is best to put away your curiosity, shut your mouth tightly, and swing your legs quickly. It is important to concentrate on running.

I was about to start the stellar pedal wave engine on the bicycle, escape from the gun battle copy at a speed that bullets can't even catch up with, and return to my daily life. I gave a thumbs up, showing two rows of white teeth.

"Guys, you go first, I'll be there soon."

I looked at him, then at the tire rolling to my feet, thought for half a second, and clapped my hands.

Soon, a series of strange calls sounded in the desolate field.

A phantom speeding bicycle, a tire was dragged by a rope on the back seat, and a black guy was lying on the tire, yelling regardless of his image.

Oh, maybe he has no image to speak of.

"Slow down, man, I think we're safe."

Oh, is it so?

I looked back suspiciously. The other party had four wheels, so it was impossible for him to be thrown off so easily.

But having said that, I could occasionally hear a few gunshots behind me just now~www.readwn.com~ It is indeed inaudible now.

To be on the safe side, I decided to ride for a while, at a slower speed.

At this time, the guy lying on the tire was relieved, and finally he could talk about it.

"Man, are you a professional cyclist? These two legs are pedaling, tsk tsk tsk, it's a pity not to deliver food."

"No." I didn't bother to care about this stuff.

"Man, why don't you let me sit in the back seat?" He asked again, the tires were flying all the way up, and the time in the air was more than the time of landing, and his bones were about to fall apart.

"I sat."

"Actually, I think it's okay to ride in the front of the car."

"Others sat."

He said honestly, didn't ask any more questions, and emphasized his contentment, but soon began to wriggle restlessly.

"Dude, aren't you curious?"

"Long story short."

"Oh." He groaned again, thinking aggrievedly, and said, "To put it simply, I am an undercover agent. When the task is completed, my identity is exposed."

This is the whole process of my encounter with the old horse.

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