Dragon Ball Villain System

Bardock threw Campbell to the ground like trash and strode towards the console. .huangjintong.org He pushed the switch, the machine roared and the engine ran. The metal cover on the outside of the spacecraft popped open and spewed out hot steam, and the eight steel legs retracted into the grooves at the bottom. The two metal brackets supporting the hatch automatically retract and the hatch closes.

"What's wrong with Kambor? He looks like a collapsed Shiba Inu." Jinai knelt down and picked up Kambor, with reproach in her voice.

Raditz also collapsed and fell into a coma. He was thrown into the gravity chamber by Bardock and forced to adapt to 12 times gravity. His whole body was swollen by the super negative pressure. Ji Nei thought that Campbell's collapse was caused by Bardock, and was a little unhappy.

Bardock didn't answer. He leaned on the console and seemed to be pondering something.

"Alas" Ji Nei sighed and rubbed Ellie's head: "There are not enough beds. You can stay with me tonight."

"Well, okay." Ellie handed over a dozen spirit fruits in her arms to Ji Nei: "Aunt Ji Nei, these are spirit fruits. If you eat them, you can greatly increase your combat value. They are specially reserved for you by Kambor. of."

"Crack, click, click, bang"

The sound of metal scraping came from the lower level of the spaceship, as if some connection was severed. At this moment, the spaceship left the atmosphere and shook violently. Blanc, who fell into a coma, rolled around on the ground without anyone paying attention.

It was a small lifeboat. Sewell got into the lifeboat and cut off the connection between the lifeboat and the spacecraft. He went back again, returning to the dead planet Kanaya.

Sewell sat in a chair, steering the wheel with one hand and holding a bottle of rum in the other. His legs rested on the edge of the round glass, which was quite crowded because the limited space was filled with bottles: "Damn it, you little bastards from Planet Kanaya, go to hell."

He cursed ferociously and made obscene remarks unbearable. His saliva was flying, but tears were flowing from his eyes.

The people on planet Kanaya are not all bad, such as a certain kind old lady. When Sewell was living on the street and squatting on the bottom of the bridge shivering with his knees in his arms, the old lady tremblingly took out a faded handkerchief from her arms. Carefully open it layer by layer and take out two crumpled banknotes. That face was by no means beautiful, with wrinkles as dense as ravines, but it was so kind and holy.

God will bless the good and punish the evil. This sentence is written in a certain religion on the planet Kanaya, and it is a famous saying posted in the streets and churches.

This was also bullshit, because the old lady died soon after, starving to death in a simple wooden house, and her body was only discovered after it stunk. The heinous guy lived a happy life, using the stolen money to eat, drink, gamble and appear in various high-end places.

But Sewell still wanted to save a few more people, even though there were very few people like the old lady.

The lifeboat lowered, the hatch cover slowly opened, and the wine bottles piled at Sevier's feet rolled all over the floor.

"Wine, it's wine"

The ministers rushed to grab the rum on the ground. The planet Kanaya had no water source. The decent ministers and the respected wealthy businessmen were collecting urine for drinking. The value of a bottle of wine is self-evident.

Sewell seemed drunk and staggered aside. Wearing white gloves, he took out the round glasses with four lenses and put them on: "You go and prepare the iron tools immediately, and I will personally develop the spaceship. Don't waste time, save as many people as possible."

The voice was loud and deep, like a big shot who had been in a high position for a long time giving orders. His black cloak billowed in the wind, and the round lenses reflected the dazzling light. Sewell's eyes under the lens are deep and weathered, and they don't match the messy, sloppy, sour-smelling hair. He feels like a beggar holding a golden scepter.

Unfortunately, no one obeyed his orders, and the ministers fought like dogs for the rum on the ground. Normally, they are elegant and gentle like gentlemen, but now they are waving bottles and hitting others on the head mercilessly. Sewell brought more than forty bottles of rum, and if the ministers divided it equally, each of them would get more than two bottles. They all want more and are willing to fight over it. The sound of breaking glass resounded, and the cold wine splashed onto the yellow gravel. More and more ministers fell in a pool of blood, with sharp glass fragments piercing their throats.

"Lifeboat Lifeboat"

The ministers had lost their minds and desperately tried to get into the lifeboat. But the lifeboat was too small and could only accommodate one person, so the ministers were killing each other again.

"Damn it, what do you bastards want to do? This is a treasure trove of rum. It's so precious that it's a waste for you to drink it. You actually use rum to hit other people's heads. It's a waste of money." Sevier didn't expect it. The situation would be so chaotic, so I would go and break it up by cursing. His steps were still staggering, but his arms were weak and could easily pull away the struggling ministers.

"Sevier, please help me, please help me. I don't want to die, please." A minister hugged Sevier's calf tightly, begging with snot mixed with tears.

"You are a damn general after all. Can you have some military spirit?" Sewell shook his right leg and threw him away: "If you don't want to die, bring all the railways here as soon as possible."

Several ministers looked at each other and pounced on Sewell in tacit agreement. Sewell was pushed to the ground by them, his legs kicking wildly.

"What the hell are you doing, you damn smelly cockroaches, do you want to rebel?"

His answer was a fist, hitting him hard in the face, the lens shattered and hurt his eyes. Sevier roared in pain and cursed. No one paid attention to his yelling and scolding, and the ministers cut off his right index finger with sharp glass shards. Sewell clutched the severed finger on his right hand and his body was shaking.

The ministers turned to fight for Sewell's bloody severed finger, attacking each other with glass shards in their hands. The last person who survived was a burly officer. Unlike those aristocratic men who had never even seen blood, he had actually experienced war. The officer got into the lifeboat, and the sound of his military boots was clear and cold. He held Sewell's severed finger like a torch and pressed it against the screen.

The fingerprint lock was successfully unlocked, and the hatch cover of the lifeboat slowly rose and closed tightly. The officer exhaled and lay down on the armchair, holding the steering wheel in his hand, and controlled the lifeboat to fly into the air and escape to a certain location.

There was only one corpse left in the lonely desert. Sewell clutched his severed finger and cursed loudly: "You idiot, a bunch of damn stinky cockroaches, ruining my rum."

He is a genius and is absolutely sure to build a large spaceship that can accommodate thousands of people in a short period of time. By then everyone will be able to leave safely, and many lives will be saved. Why are these idiots killing each other?

Moreover, the search and rescue boat is for escape and cannot sail in the universe at all...

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