The end of the world starts from the global copy

Ren Xia didn't know Chang Lei's mental activities.

As the injury healed, Ren Xia's footsteps became faster and faster, and it didn't take long for him to recover properly and stand in front of the box - while Chang Lei, who was more severely injured, was still sitting on the ground panting heavily.

"Together, or..."

Out of recognition for Chang Lei, Ren Xia pointed to the box, Chang Lei thought about it, and his face didn't matter.

"Come on your own, don't wait for me."

"Also in."

The box is about 30 cm high, and there are some potholes on the surface that can be used as a climbing fulcrum.

And the opening of the box is open, which also saves Ren Xia's efforts.

As Ren Xia jumped into the box, after a while, a few photos were thrown out by Ren Xia.

……

The boy in the photo, about 6 years old, is standing in front of the box in the attic, smiling brightly.

This is the text behind it.

[When I was six years old, my father gave me a toy box. 】

[I put my favorite toys in it. 】

[The next day, they walked out of the box by themselves. 】

"Well, as expected, there is not much information."

Ren Xia spread his hands, and then he looked at the photos under his feet.

"This time, I gave five photos... Well, it was just right for one person, but one died and two ran away..."

How to distribute the spoils made Ren Xia difficult.

Chang Lei didn't say much, just sat on the ground and closed his eyes.

Until Ren Xia had an idea.

"Actually, Chang Lei, that paralyzed face is my friend. Although he has made some fools in the middle, his contribution is also there. It is not too much to divide him."

Chang Lei nodded.

"There are four remaining and it will be divided equally."

Ren Xia waved his hand, but Chang Lei opened his eyes and glanced at Ren Xia.

After thinking for a moment, he nodded again.

Ren Xia said again.

"Also, we have two photos of each other. After we go out, we will definitely be targeted by others. Don't forget, there are still a lot of turtle grandchildren waiting for us outside."

Speaking of this, Ren Xia thought of what happened outside the real world.

He spat hard.

"If you want to grab food from Lao Tzu, I'll borrow the courage of the three of them! You can follow me when you go out, Mad! Let's work together, and I have brothers outside! When these bastards dare to reach out, we will chop their dogs. paw!"

Loyalty!

This man is so righteous!

The fateful friendship seems to have touched a certain nerve in Ren Xia.

More than just the loot distribution is fairly reasonable.

He didn't mean to grab the photo yet.

Even Chang Lei, Ren Xia, has taken care of everything.

Looking at Ren Xia, whose chest was pounding on the ground, Chang Lei's eyes were dazed, and he was silent for a moment, then he suddenly smiled.

"it is good."

Chapter 85 Poor Volunteers

The muffled motor sound goes from far to near.

However, Lu Ming stepped on the balance bike and returned to the villa area from the central building.

But when Lu Ming walked to the dollhouse, he found that the atmosphere at the entrance of the dollhouse was a little weird.

……

Ren Xia is still stunned.

The mushy brain reluctantly turned, and soon, Ren Xia recalled everything that happened from just now.

He persuaded Chang Lei to join Chang Lei to deal with the possible photo battle.

Ren Xia's idea is very simple.

Chang Lei is a talent. Although he is not a player, his ability is no worse than that of the current players.

This is a strong hand.

Pull him in, plus the smoker, Zero, and the hidden personnel of the security bureau outside, with this strength, they don't need to worry about the jackal outside.

After a simple cleaning, the two left the villa through the back door, but soon, Ren Xia discovered that things had changed unexpectedly.

Smoker, Zero, and a large number of players who can be named were disarmed and knelt down on the street in the villa area.

One or two with blue noses and swollen faces seemed to have been taught a lesson.

And the people who taught them were standing neatly behind the crowd--long guns and short cannons, Wu Wuyangyang, at a glance, there were no less than 30 people.

When they heard the footsteps of Ren Xia and Chang Lei, these athletes who did not know where they belonged raised their guns in unison.

Ren Xia simply put down his weapon.

He is not stupid...

Two fights 30, and there are still hostages in their hands.

If he doesn't surrender in this situation, is he still waiting for the fart to eat?

"I got a total of 3 photos, all for you, I said brothers, the big guys can talk and discuss..."

Ren Xia was rarely convinced. He muttered and winked at Smoker and Zero, as if he didn't understand the current situation.

Until behind him, Chang Lei stepped forward and waved his hands slightly, and the NPC players put down their firearms neatly.

Turning his head, looking at Ren Xia's confused eyes, Chang Lei thought about it and said.

"These are my people."

After speaking, he added another sentence.

"Introduce yourself again."

"My name is Chang Lei."

"The boss of the poor volunteers."

……

So what the hell is this poor volunteer army?

Opposite, Chang Lei stood in the middle of the crowd, wearing a poor man's uniform roaring in the wind.

My own younger brother stepped forward to treat Chang Lei's wound.

Scar, bald head, tall figure, eagle-like eyes.

He played with the five photos in his hand, and the whole person revealed a style of hiding the boss and the gang boss.

"What the hell is this poor volunteer army..."

The sudden change made Ren Xia lose the strength to complain. He muttered softly and saw Chang Lei raise his head.

After thinking about it, Chang Lei said softly.

"Release people first...they are not enemies."

The boss's words are still good.

As Chang Lei's voice fell, the smoker and other players were unbound, everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and finally had to pull a face and walked to Ren Xia's side.

Silence lasted for a while.

Chang Lei was stunned.

He looked at Ren Xia with an ugly face and said with a smile.

"These are for you."

With his right hand, he pointed out three photos and handed them to Ren Xia. Ren Xia instinctively reached out and took the photos into his hands.

Looking at the three familiar photos, Ren Xia looked up in a trance and saw Chang Lei's smiling face.

He smiled clean and pure.

"That's what we said before, wasn't it?"

"Forehead……"

Ren Xia didn't seem to expect that Chang Lei would do such a thing.

After thinking about it, he also smiled.

"You are very loyal."

"Just be a friend... I think you'll be a good friend."

While speaking, Chang Lei stretched out his hand.

Ren Xia hesitated, then slowly held Chang Lei's hand.

Chang Lei's smile was even better: "Then, do you want to hear about the so-called poor volunteers, what the hell is this?"

……

Where there is oppression, there is resistance.

This is the eternal truth.

And the end-born oppresses the poor far more than any feudal dynasty!

"Originally, we did not resist this will and will, because the information we received from childhood to adulthood was telling us that Mr. Ma Yunteng, the end-born man, is our savior and benefactor. It is he who gives us food. , dwelling, he is our God."

Everything has two sides.

The development of science and technology and the birth of the Internet have broadened the horizons of human beings and made information exchange unimpeded.

However, if this thing falls into the hands of someone who knows how to use it and has bad intentions, this thing will become the most powerful tool of governance!

Ma Yunteng is such a person.

The programs broadcast on TV are the only channel through which poor people can learn about the outside world, and when this only channel is filled with hints such as "Thanksgiving" and "Mr. They will also be washed into fanatical believers by these messages.

The poor people in this world are convinced that "Mr. Ma Yunteng is our savior".

"It wasn't until the last Class Leap Congress that I discovered something different."

Chang Lei said this, smoking a cigarette found in the smoker's pocket.

……

Central City, No. [-] Middle School.

Short gunshots sounded suddenly.

Chang Lei and Ren Xia stepped onto the roof of the teaching building one after the other.

On a small desk set in the open air, the two got 4 photos.

In the photo, Ma Yunteng, who is wearing a junior high school uniform, has a bright smile.

[When I was 12 years old, I was admitted to a key middle school in the city. 】

【I like this school. 】