A New Character Every Month

"The mobs haven't even fought yet, but they just want to fight the boss. What are you thinking about?"

This task is hard or difficult, or simple, it depends on how to use the character's ability.

So, before doing anything else, the first thing he has to figure out is the "absolute order".

Its usage distance, usage restrictions, and precautions.

If you don't understand the "absolute order", what unexpected situation will happen later, it will not be so good.

After all, Lin Zian's body can easily kill even an ordinary pistol. Facing the world's strongest war weapon mecha, he can't even do it with a civilian rescue mecha.

Not long after, Lin Zian came to a remote neighborhood far away from the bustling area of ​​the city.

There are the most unemployed gangsters in the entire capital here, garbage is everywhere, and the law and order are chaotic. Anyone who has money will move out immediately.

Those who are still here are either those who have been outcast by society, or the gangsters who are just getting by.

A few minutes later, Lin Zian walked into a chess and card room.

Inside, there were two tables of idle men playing chess and cards, spitting all kinds of obscenities at each other.

A fat boss was sitting behind the counter, playing with the computer, seeing something, and making obscene laughter from time to time.

Lin Zian came to the counter, took out a hundred-yuan bill, and put it on it: "Boss, bring me a pack of hookah."

He casually pointed to the cigarettes on the shelf with a water-like skull printed on the package.

The fat man first glanced at Lin Zian with some dissatisfaction. He looked down and saw the hundred-yuan bills on the table, and his eyes immediately lit up. He put the money in his pocket in a blink of an eye at a speed that did not meet his weight, got up, took the cigarettes and threw it out.

"Thank you for your patronage."

With that said, the fat man sat down again.

Lin Zian took the cigarette and frowned: "Boss, you haven't changed yet?"

"What money are you looking for?"

The fat man suddenly said loudly: "A pack of one hundred bang yuan, just right!"

Among the hooligans playing cards, some of them were attracted by the sound and looked over. After seeing Lin Zian, who was dressed in plain clothes, they turned their heads boredly.

Lin Zian seemed to be taken aback, and said with some panic, "But the other stores are obviously ten state yuan..."

"I'm the real one, but the outside is fake."

The fat man said fiercely: "Can this be the same, can it be the same?

Lin Zian took a step back in fright, with a look of fear on his face, and put the cigarettes in his pocket with some fear.

"what!"

It seemed that his hands trembled because of nervousness, and a wad of banknotes fell out of it and scattered all over the floor.

Immediately, both the fat man sitting behind the counter and the gangsters playing cards at the two tables fell silent, looking at the dozens of banknotes on the ground with red eyes.

Among them, there were only a few with a face value of [-], most of them were with a face value of [-], and there were even a few with a face value of [-].

In a federation where the per capita salary is only [-] national dollars, this is by no means a small sum.

Lin Zian hurriedly picked up the money on the ground and put it away, then bowed his head and quickly walked out of the chess and card shop.

The fat man stared straight ahead, but he didn't move his footsteps.

The gangsters at the two tables who were playing with each other secretly looked at each other at this moment, got up and chased outside.

Seeing this scene, the fat man shook his head and said, "I can earn you a small amount of money at most, but if you are being targeted by these people, you may even be skinned off. I hope I won't see your dead body in a certain sewer tomorrow."

Chapter 220 Who Am I?

Alice Hospital, Senior Ward.

Hospital bed.

Edward looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was not angry and arrogant, and said anxiously: "He won't die so easily, he must still be alive!"

"Alive?"

The middle-aged man sneered, "That was the center of the explosion, where the most bombs were buried, and everyone turned into a pool of rotten meat. If you didn't bring a barrier generator, do you think you can still be in the hospital now?"

"Dad, you have to believe me, I have a hunch that Charles must still be alive!"

Edward gritted his teeth and said, "You send someone to carefully..."

"Trash!"

The middle-aged man slapped hard.

Snapped!

A blood-red palm print appeared on Edward's already pale face.

But after a while, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, which shows that the force of this slap is definitely not light.

"Do you know how many resources I used to keep you from being held accountable for you trash?"

The middle-aged man said viciously: "Even I dare not touch this matter. You're good, you got into the game easily, and almost got our family into it."

Edward lowered his head slightly, a trace of hatred flashed in his stubborn eyes.

Seeing Edward's look of not thinking he was wrong, the middle-aged man became angry and was about to slap again, but when he was about to slap, he snorted and slapped him back.

"Because of you, a full 24 police officers were sacrificed, and a lot of useful favors were wasted. Before you recover, reflect on your mistakes. I confiscated the phone."

The middle-aged man took the mobile phone on the table, turned and walked out of the ward.

collapse!

A loud slam of the door came to Edward's ears.

Until then, other colors appeared on Edward's face, which were ferocity and hatred.

"Charles, if you let me catch you well, how can so many things happen later?"

"It's all your fault. I've lost such a big face. I'm afraid I've become a laughing stock in the circle."

"Although others think you are dead, I don't think you will die unless I see your dead body with my own eyes."

Edward clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of anger: "I will definitely catch you! Torture you! Then kill you!"

night.

Suburbs of the capital.

In an abandoned factory warehouse.

The moonlight fell through the dilapidated zenith above the warehouse, and dozens of people could be faintly seen standing inside.

At this moment, the gazes of these people were all looking at the same direction, the same person.

It was a young man standing in the deepest part of the warehouse, dressed in plain clothes, who might be overlooked at first glance.

clang!

Suddenly, the young man's right hand flicked a coin.

The coin flipped a few times in the air and was caught by him when it fell.

In just half a second, the coin was bounced off again.

In the silent warehouse, there was only this crisp voice.

Among the dozens of people who looked at the young man, none of them looked at the coin that kept flying up and down. Their eyes were on the young man from the beginning to the end.

The young man took the coin again, but this time he didn't continue to bounce it, but stretched out his other finger to everyone in front of him, and made a cold voice: "I order you in the name of the king—start the feast of killing!"

As soon as the words fell, the faces of this group of puppet-like people suddenly became ferocious, with a strong killing intent in their eyes, and they picked up the weapons on their bodies or beside them one after another.

Daggers, steel pipes, watermelon knives, even machetes and bricks, and all kinds of other weird weapons.

With the fastest speed, he raised his hand towards the person beside him.

Accompanied by the sound of flesh and blood being hit or cut off, someone soon let out the first scream.

"Where is this? Why are you killing me?"

The next moment, the person who made the sound died on a brick.

The white brain was mixed with blood and flesh, and he couldn't die any more.

The young man calmly walked through the killing crowd, stopped from time to time, and then moved towards the front door again.

In the middle of this, flesh and blood kept flying horizontally, but it didn't splash his clothes at all.

Everyone seemed to ignore him and took the initiative to avoid him.

The young man came to the gate, opened it calmly and walked out, then closed the gate behind his backhand.

The noisy voice suddenly became much quieter.

Looking at the huge half-moon in the sky, the young man left the factory area.

"It's been a day."

On the way, the young man muttered to himself.

He was Lin Zian who came out to test his ability in the morning.

After a full day of testing and half a night, he roughly figured out the effect of the absolute command and the restrictions on its use.

First, as the name suggests, you can give any order to someone, even if it is to make the other person commit suicide.

But there is one thing that can't be done, that is to let the other party treat you as the master, and they will listen to you from now on.

Officials correctly say that it can be done, but it is not cost-effective.

Because during the period of being controlled, the controlled person will lose consciousness, leaving only some instincts and behaviors related to commands.

This extremely abnormal mental state may not attract much attention in the short term, but after a long time, others will definitely discover the clues.

Therefore, it is completely impossible to rely on this command to achieve the purpose of completing the mission.

Second, the absolute command has a distance limit, and the rough estimate is about 270 meters.