There is a bright moon for thousands of years, and there is also a bright moon all over the world;

Under the same bright moon, Zhou Yuan and Ah Zi killed the chief of the mecha police force, Oonegal, and the captain of the group, Ouga, inside and outside Baron Onegal's mansion, respectively;

It was also under this bright moon, at the same time, in another shelter in the capital circle-

Two patrolling mechs threw the four wanderers into the room;

Then, with a bang, the prison-like iron gate of the room was shut:

The people inside had empty eyes, and they were terrified and did not know what their fate would become......

The two mecha policemen outside the iron gate were chatting unscrupulously, as if the people inside the gate did not exist;

They are the air, they are just the numbers in the performance book;

Their fate would not have been cared about at all. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Today's harvest is not bad!" said one of the young mecha policemen, rubbing his hands.

"I won't be scolded by Captain Euga today, and I can get a bonus at the end of the month. The other mech cop was a little older, and he was glad to be happy.

"Now that you've completed your mission, let's go—I'll have a treat for supper!"

used to say that he was eating supper, and his partner had already jumped up at this time, why didn't he react today?

He turned his head and looked—

The partner who was talking and laughing with him just now had his mouth slightly open at the moment, his eyes were round, and he didn't move.

"You, what's wrong with you?!" the man was about to go over and see what was going on, when suddenly—

His colleague's body trembled slightly, and he fell to the ground with his armor forward!!

There was a large bloody hole on his back and neck, and the blood was curving and flowing;

However, what frightened the mecha cop even more was that there was an extra person in his original colleague's position, a guy who wore sunglasses on a big night;

The guy had a cigarette in his mouth and a small revolver with a plastic bottle in his hand pointing at him;

The next moment, he seemed to recognize the other;

"Aren't you just Song Ruijun?!" Song Ruijun is the uncle's name;

The older policeman calmed down instantly, and his expression softened;

Although he was still in a cold sweat, he began to speak fluently:

"So you're not dead yet!?"

"We used to be colleagues, you definitely won't kill me!!"

"How have you been?"

The old mecha cop opened his arms and wanted to hug his uncle;

But he sneered in his heart, and the help of the mecha exoskeleton also secretly began to be launched, ready to wait to kill the uncle;

You can only blame you for being a wanted criminal in the empire now, and as a wanted criminal, you must have the consciousness of being rewarded!

The next moment, only to hear a soft sound of 'bang-', the mecha policeman's eyes widened in disbelief, and he wanted to speak:

"Why, what?!"

But the air outside and the blood spurting from the wound poured into his neck and trachea, leaving him speechless.

He was shot in the neck by his uncle.

"Don't get so close, we didn't know each other before!"

"Besides, don't try to sneak up on me at the moment of friendship, this trick is too tender!" said the uncle, blowing his precious little revolver.

His little revolver had a ridiculous long plastic bottle on its muzzle;

Install a muffler on the muzzle of the revolver, and no one else will do this except the uncle2!

But what the uncle has in his hand is not an ordinary revolver, it is 'hope'!

The 'plastic bottle muffler' is actually very effective, as evidenced by the fact that the uncle used it to sneak attack at the beginning;

The question is whether the slot is not good here at all, the uncle shook his head and continued:

"Isn't that obvious? and garlic!"

"What are you doing, don't you know yourself?"

"I'm in the same league with the new captain, do you still think you're innocent?"

"Could it be that you don't know about the shelter and the flesh factory?!"

"I'm going to work at dawn right now! It's my job to kill scum like you!"

"Cough, cough, cough—"

The mecha cop looked a mixture of pain, despair, and regret, coughing up blood in his throat, and seeing that his life was near;

"Alas—if you retreat as swiftly as the captain, won't you be fine!"

"Covet power, covet this police skin, and do things behind your conscience-"

"Forget it, colleague, let's give you a good time!" said the uncle, pointing the small revolver with the plastic bottle at the other party again and pulling the trigger.

There was a soft 'bang';

Uncle's former colleague, the depraved mecha policeman, collapsed with a bang;

He was hit in the center of the eyebrow, his brain was destroyed, and he was completely dead.

The uncle sighed again: "Hey, what are you doing!"

"I'll do the dirty work, the hard work, and the hard work - I'm going to kill the 43 remaining shelters in the entire capital circle overnight!"

"When I'm a food delivery!"

"Obviously, I also want to fight the boss and level up! I also want to ** the corpse of OSS and copy the boss's family background!"

Uncle is like this, he complains while doing things, and his mouth never stops muttering;

He glanced impatiently at the panicked wanderers hiding in their cells;

They saw the whole process of Uncle Sunglasses killing the mecha policeman, and they were naturally scared to death;

"Hey, you-" Uncle said, pointing at them lazily.

"I can let you out, but you have to promise me one condition, or else- hehehehe. ”

Everyone shuddered, and the oldest replied tremblingly:

"Dark, in the night, big, we can't see the appearance of the hero clearly;"

"No—no, we haven't seen a hero tonight!"

"No, no—we don't know anything!!"

It turned out that everyone was afraid that Uncle Sunglasses would kill people......

"Ahaha-you misunderstood!"

The next moment, a small tin can was thrown in—

"Grenades!!"

"Ahhh

"Help!"

.......

Uncle: "......"

inadvertently intimidated each other and made them jump, but the heartless uncle didn't feel guilty at all:

"That's just hand-sprayed paint!!Good or not!!" It turned out that it wasn't a grenade, but a hand-sprayed paint, blood-red hand-sprayed paint.

"Listen, I won't say it a second time: we are the burial of the night, the messenger of the dawn, the dawn of the night that implements the idea of 'evil is' slashing. NightRaid！！”

"Slay the evil here tonight!"

"Spray that sentence on the wall, and you're good to go. ”

'Bang-', the iron fence was opened, and everyone stared blankly at the uncle in sunglasses who waved goodbye to them;

"Goodbye, guys, I'm still busy killing people!"

This killer is a little cold, no, no-

It's a bit funny!

But they obediently picked up the hand-spray paint on the ground and wrote the text on the wall.......