I can only watch them take the boss away one by one! Logical! From the very beginning, it was like falling into the porcelain city, struggling with self-righteousness in the urn. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info calm, calm.

But sometimes, it's not enough to have reason. Since more than a decade ago, it has been like a partition, the network is blocked by a firewall, and there is no life in the firepower. The channels for obtaining information are strictly controlled, and a group of people are self-righteous and dreaming of a great power on an isolated island.

The police and military have soared in power, as if they have obvious ambitions to control power. It has always been the case, the power comes out of the barrel of a gun, and the people who are easily incited are the driving force and resistance to the coup.

So, don't want any of that.

There was once a racial policy that one person once practiced, and everyone clamoured in their hearts. The superior race survived, and the lower race died.

However, no natural person has the right to deprive other natural persons. Whether you are a leader or a beggar, you should be equally protected by the law. However, in troubled times, it is no longer possible, and all kindness must be packed and pressed into the bottom of my heart. Because nothing can make you unbridled with compassion. Everyone will not be satisfied with being in their own grid, so if you are unkind, I am unjust.

The social system was broken up, as if returning to the primeval jungle, along the way wild beasts neighed and wild fowl danced. It's like congratulating me again on dropping the last bit of my heart's thirst for fairness.

There is a tiger in the heart, and the rose has withered.

This long-planned capture was like a blow to the head and ruined my shackles.

I'll get them all up.

"Drop-" The phone displays a text message. "Tonight at 9 o'clock, Suzaku Gate." I received the text message, and sat down against the door of the antique shop in confusion, the wind swept through the hall to roll the calligraphy and paintings, and the peony picture was dazzling in front of me.

With the breath of history, and the boundless smell of death. History, written by the victors, built by bones.

I was in a trance, and I actually put away all these strange things. These are the whole meaning of those people's lives, those who stick to this place and are unwilling to step out of the walls, this is the meaning of their lives.

I seemed to hear the long sigh of the scroll, the desolate voice, as if helpless about the situation.

Raise your head, remember, never, never, never give in.

I picked up the scroll, the box fell down all of a sudden, and when I turned my head, the zombie squinted, drew the knife, and its body seemed to become lighter, and the sharp knife stabbed straight into the junction of the mandible and the skull, turned my wrist, and stabbed deeply. The brains are churned into a pulp.

There was no pain, these things were dead, and tranquility was what they needed most.

It was the shopkeeper, who ran out at the sound of the noise, opening his blood-red eyes and grinning mouth, revealing his teeth that were sharp because of the receding gums.

But he had to die.

I packed up the scroll, pulled out a sharp knife, and cleaned it with water. I don't want to lose my life because of this.

This will be a cultural relic in a hundred years, a thousand years from now. I can't wait for that day, and I have an obligation to inform future generations about today's everything. To forget history is to betray it. Those official history textbooks, I don't even believe in punctuation.

The pig's head has been compatible with me since he was a child, and he can only protect me if he wants to come and go.

At nine o'clock in the evening, I was wearing an ordinary gray sweater and leaning against the doorpost of the South Gate. Wait for the pig's head to appear. Suddenly, a black thing pounced on me, and I reflexively kicked it out, and then fished it back, it was a uniform. Carefully kneaded the inside, and no untimely chemicals were added.

Three times and two divided by two, put on his clothes, and coughed twice. When a figure finally appeared, I was at first overjoyed, and then quickly alerted.

"Coo-" The man clasped his hands together and made a birdsong motion. I coughed, and I didn't get close enough to catch up. It's a pig's head, because it was the joint code we used when I was a kid, and if someone deliberately started monitoring me when I was a child, and then knew about it. I want to say: Is he brain-dead?

Neither the pig-head nor I spoke, and he led me around the road to see how well he was acquainted, not like he should be. Just listen to the name, I know how the person who gave me half of the piece of candy had to grow so rapidly in a few years, evolve, and fade the skin of the last year.

I heard, the sound of a helicopter. The fan blades rotated incessantly, cutting through the air and mingling with human voices.

There weren't many police cars this morning, and the cars of the green-clad group that arrived next before us that day didn't seem to be in sight. Could it be that they have already retreated or started at that time?

How come all the people who are infected, those who may not be infected, gone? Could it be underground again? But there is clearly no cure here.

So I'm going to evacuate directly tonight. But why do they have to catch the boss, or is it just an accident? MAN-IN-BLACK3 tells us that everything drives an inevitability. It's just that I don't have the ability to look at the sky to calculate the fortune of the country. Otherwise, how could the national football team lose 0-1 to Spain?

Obviously, it's dangerous here, like a powder keg that can be ignited at a moment's notice, and then PONG, and the bones are gone.

I'm sorry, brother. I slammed the person leading the way in front of me and walked all the way to the helicopter. The man who answered seemed to be accustomed to it, and stretched out his hand to pull me onto the plane, and I smiled, showing his snow-white teeth, and he was stunned. There was a spark of electricity in my hand, and he frothed, foaming at the mouth. I pulled him out, followed my brother together, felt out the documents of the two of them, and went all the way down, the little yellow bird waiting for me.

I saw the moment the bird was taken away, the expression was surprised, disappointed, and happy. I finally understood what it means for a king to hide his face and not be saved. You have to endure, hold back.

The boss was very calm, as if he had made up his mind.

As soon as I arrived on the second basement floor, I saw the boss walking out of the iron gate with a group of people. Mob, I shudder at the thought of that word.

So many people, alive, with tired faces and eyes that seemed to be full of anger. I quickly stripped off my uniform and yelled at the boss, "I'm here to save you!!" ”

The huge crowd seemed to ruin everything here. The glass was shattered, and things were plundered.

"What's going on!?" I hurriedly grabbed Wang Fatzi, although he was full of running trains, but it was quite reliable to talk about important things.

"These people are locked up, well, some people." Wang Fatzi squeezed his eyebrows at the boss, his expression was very distorted.

"We must go immediately, immediately." Xiao Yueyue pulled the little yellow bird and walked up the stairs, although the elevator is fast, but it is not safe. "Xiao Nan, what did you find?" Xiao Yueyue operated the PAD with a serious face and wiped the screen with one hand.

"There's a major shift tonight, and it's probably going to be in the line of fire." I'm talking very hard.

The current line of fire in the military is such a concept that precision strikes can be carried out in this area of fire to ensure that there is no possibility of survival. With satellite positioning, no body temperature creatures can survive in the fire zone.

"Boss!" I looked back and muttered, anxious, the boss seemed happy to carry out such sabotage.

Hearing me call her, the boss nodded and led a group of people to another torture room, and then walked out of the other door by one, following us who were almost around the corner.

As an elected leader, the only way to get rid of the group of people behind him is indeed like this.

"Wait—where are you going? Don't leave us behind. ”

Rub, or was found. A brainless man actually ran over, I didn't speak, I turned around and ran. At this time, everyone had a bit of a tacit understanding and used their strength to eat. Who wants to run away with a whole bunch of tails? Encumbrance? Dream!

"You can't leave us behind!! You bunches - brutes! ——！！ ”

"Grass." Little Strawberry burst into a foul mouth, and I only found out at this time that this guy had shaved a round inch!!

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