Bengtie: Reject the system at the beginning and become a powerful person!

Bai Yu has long been fascinated by this scumbag genius who roams the sea of ​​​​stars and has no moral bottom line. Now he has this opportunity, but it is also a good opportunity for him to meet him face to face.

Dr. Original, all information is unknown. It is said that he is a very powerful destiny walker. His combat ability is extremely outrageous. He can even plan across the starry sea by himself, kill the sea patrol rangers, and use them as experimental tools.

Moreover, given the opponent's strong theoretical scientific research capabilities and specialization in various biotechnologies, his methods are hard to defend against. Even a group proficient in combat will be defeated by him.

And his methods are still constantly improving.

There are even rumors that the other party has close ties with the mysterious Organization IX.

Comprehensive evaluation: extremely dangerous.

Of course, these are just rumors. Some people also say that Dr. Original is a sexy beauty, but no one takes it seriously.

However, some hot-tempered patrolmen once expressed their impulsive opinions on such remarks, saying that they must love him to death. However, they were blocked by the company overnight for damaging the network environment because of their extreme words.

I heard that until recently, this titled God of War was still debating with scholars in various forums.

However, this is not important anymore.

The Thieves' Duchy of Talia is an absolutely chaotic area, and it seems to be a natural paradise for crime.

The largest garbage dump in the interstellar space, a paradise for wastelanders, and a high-quality purchasing place for mad scientists.

But it is here that the Interstellar Peace Company has slipped through the net.

Although it is a credit point trading system, no one is willing to pay with credit points. They prefer to solve problems with violence and spare parts.

But today, the environment here has been cleaned up because a group of sea patrol rangers came here.

In this world of simple folk customs, an outsider is so precious, everything about them is new!

Soon they attracted a group of hospitable locals.

"Hey man, where did you get that arm and eye? They look really cool."

A man in a body-covering robe and an oxygen mask put his shoulder on another man with short black and white hair who was wearing the same robe.

Feeling the stench and undisguised greed and malice from the person next to me.

Not only is the metal body under the robe well-maintained, but the equipment is also obviously quite advanced.

In contrast, the silver-haired man, Potin, had no intention of concealing anything. He slapped the other man's arm, and at the same time a sharp silver knife extended from his colonial arm.

The snow-white blade pierced into the opponent's neck, and a series of electric sparks crackled. In the end, the evil robber stopped struggling and was quietly hung in the air by him.

"Who the hell wants to cause trouble?"

The forces that were still secretly watching this group of people from all directions were instantly scattered. Of course, they would not stop, they just went to wave people away.

"Newbie, it's better not to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys here."

The companion patted Potin on the shoulder, indicating that it would be better to leave now.

The Sea Rangers are after justice, they are not fools, in Talia where everyone is a thug, how do you expect a group to rebel?

"Tsk, damn it, why don't we hide and take down the cannon used to deal with Dr. Primal from the spaceship and give those bastards a big beating?"

Although Potin was dissatisfied, he still obeyed the orders of the main force.

Soon, after bypassing more than ten garbage mountains and seeing a burgundy scrapped vehicle, the leading sea patrolman pried open the seat of the cab, and the covered passage appeared out of thin air.

After greeting his men, he left three of them on the ground to set up the formation and detect whether there was any tail, while the rest quickly filed into the cave.

The action efficiency of a group of people and that of an individual are indeed completely different.

Organization and discipline are certainly shackles at the individual level, but they are also necessary conditions for reaching a higher collective.

Passing through the dark corridor, as soon as Potin saw the light, a dark yellow assembled pistol was pressed against his head. The black muzzle of the gun brought him a deep fear of death.

"Hey man, let's talk it over."

Potin raised his hands. The modified mechanical body had significantly stronger control over itself. While balancing on one knee, he could even stretch his legs to signal his brothers behind him.

As soon as Potin, who was exploring the way ahead, gave a signal, a tiny grenade rolled out from under him.

When the gunman saw the grenade rolling out from under Potyin, he opened fire without thinking, but his speed was not as fast as the explosion.

It's more like light.

Potin closed his eyes the moment the flash bomb was thrown. Even if he hadn't closed his eyes, his eyes were stronger than those of ordinary people. He was not afraid of the strong light at all. He quickly drew his knife and killed the gangster who had just pointed the gun at him.

He didn't give him time to hesitate. He dodged the bullets fired by the other party's companions, and after quickly checking the environment, he found that this was a bar that was cobbled together. He pulled over the thickest gambling table, drew out the longbow behind him, and engaged in a passionate exchange of shots with the other party.

With a temporary safe shelter, other sea patrol rangers also had the opportunity to show their skills. They picked up their weapons and started fighting against the enemy.

The ending is also predictable. For a local bandit and a thug traveling across the universe, victory is a piece of cake.

Anyway, everyone here is a scum who has taken several lives for the sake of profit, so their death is not a pity.

It was not until the end of the battle that a round of applause rang out from the corner of the counter. The wine cabinet was pushed open from the inside, and a tattooed man holding a heavy artillery appeared, with more than a dozen artillery pieces of more than ten calibers ready to fire behind him.

"Hey, you don't think that the reason I opened this shop is because the wine is delicious, right?"

The tattooed man didn't seem to have any suggestions. He pointed the muzzle of his gun at the corpses on the ground and said:

"Clear the place first, then we can talk."

The patrol rangers looked at each other, then took out the corpse-dissolving water and poured it on the body. In just a few moments, there was no corpse in the entire bar except for a strange chemical smell.

"Okay, tell me your demands, and then we'll talk about you ruining my business."

The tattooed burly man put down his cannon, put on a smiling face, and looked at the group of sea patrol rangers. It would be a lie to say that it was not in vain.

Although he didn't know the other party's identity, the fact that they wiped out the entire bar's thugs in less than three minutes was enough to prove how terrifyingly powerful they were.

"Have you seen this person recently?"

The leading sea patrolman pulled out a photo and handed it to the bar owner.

The person in the photo has short ice-blue hair, powerful muscles, and is dressed as a scholar with a fur coat on his shoulders and a white coat that reaches his knees.

The most important thing is that his scarlet and indifferent eyes made him look more fierce and terrifying.

The whole person is like a shark waiting for an opportunity in the deep sea.