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Fang Ming didn't go to school today, nor did he sleep lazy, he was making some preparations in the room.

Click, click, two clicks, he opened a strange large black box pulled out from under the bed, with a strange-looking, strange-looking mark on it that he had never seen before.

Inside the box were neatly arranged a laser pistol and laser rifle, and there were also some block-shaped power sources scattered around it.

After checking everything and making sure they were still functional, he closed the case again and tucked it under his bed.

This box was picked up by chance one night 2 years ago on the way back from work.

At the time, he didn't know who the box belonged to or what the logo on it meant. He only clearly remembered that during the day he picked up the box, due to a rebellious act by his sister, he once again vented and calculated the formula for destroying the world.

It was at this time that he came up with the lowest record for the time it took for the world to be destroyed since he calculated the formula for destroying the world.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have picked up a box of firearms at all. If the world is truly in a state of destruction, he will need to rely on these to protect himself and his sister.

Although the superbrain is magical, the time limit is really a shortcoming that cannot be solved.

This time was the same, if it weren't for the time when the city of Morsa might be massively damaged and attacked, he wouldn't have taken out these guns and energy blocks again.

After confirming that it was correct, Fang Ming put on a white mask and means to go out again.

10 minutes later, in the nearest big supermarket to Fang Ming's house.

The storekeeper was so surprised that she said intermittently, "Guest..... Guest, you confirm these.... Everything, is it all you need?! ”

Three small carts piled up in a mountain with a height higher than her height made her eyes straighten, and she had never seen such a "strong" scene in front of her.

Coupled with Fang Ming's suspicious outfit that didn't show his face, Miss Collector couldn't help but be surprised. Although she did not suspect that Fang Ming was deliberately trying to make trouble, she was still under the table and was ready to contact the public service account of the psychiatric hospital at any time.

Fang Ming didn't seem surprised at all, his eyes were as calm as a dead fish, and he said lightly: "That's right, it's all what I want." Most of them are to be brought to my roommates. ”

This was a reluctantly reasonable reason, coupled with Fang Ming's rational and organized tone, the storekeeper reluctantly accepted it, and began to bury herself in sorting out the mountain-like items.

With a swipe on the table, she let the brain system start scanning the goods that kept coming up on its own.

This man is really insane, ah, it's terrible.

Almost all of these were food, water, general medical drugs and utensils, and the more Miss Collector sorted it out, the more doubts in her heart became, and the eyes that looked at Fang Ming, who was wearing a white mask, became more and more uneasy.

In the end, it wasn't until she watched Fang Ming walk out of the supermarket door with five or six huge bags without blinking that the storekeeper sighed in relief and took her hand up from under the table.

On the contrary, Fang Ming was still very calm, without the consciousness that he had already scared others. Or, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

After returning home and neatly stacking the mountain-like items into his room, Fang Ming made it to the desk, leaned back against the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and began mental arithmetic again.

This was the third time he had done the day, and almost every hour, he had to count it again, checking if there had been any changes and changes in the countdown to the massive attack on Morsa City.

The first two times have not changed, and they have been counting down to the range of the world he calculated before.

Five minutes later, he opened his eyes, and there were waves in the depths of his dead fish-like eyes.

What a hassle.

He sat up straight and took off the white mask he had been wearing.

"8 days, 12 hours, 43 minutes and 23.3455 seconds, with an error of 1 hour, 24 minutes and 14.2445 seconds, the countdown time has been shortened, and it seems that something has changed. Moreover, it seems that the starting point of the attack is becoming clearer. He said lightly, then stood up.

10 minutes later, on the street.

This time, Fang Ming came out without a white mask and black gloves in a rare way, he seemed to be aimless, and he seemed to have a certain pattern, going in and out of various streets and alleys where crime was most likely.

"Police car No. 3456, there was a knife wounding incident on Liberty Street in the South District, please go quickly. Again, there is a knife wounding incident on Liberty Street in the Southern District, please go there quickly, and the police officers there need support. A young female voice said.

"It's 3456 here, I got it, and we're going right away." Soon, a powerful middle-aged man's voice replied.

"Police car No. 1235, there was a collision on the highway in the North District, please go to deal with it immediately. ..... again"

“........”

As he walked, he listened to the sound of the police communication channel in his brain computer in order to learn about the real-time security crime situation in Morsa City.

At this moment, a police communication message suddenly caught his attention.

"Police car No. 2678, please go to Queen Street in the West End immediately, there is a body appearing, there are already senior detectives going, please go to assist immediately. ...... again"

“........”

"Ah, I found it, this should be one of the key points." Fang Ming suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the Western District and said lightly.

"Really, if it weren't for knowing the target of the attack, how could it be so troublesome, I hope it has nothing to do with me and Yingying. Otherwise—" Fang Ming thought as he stopped an intelligent driverless taxi.

After the car door closed, he said lightly: "Even if I destroy the world, I don't care!" ”

The black pupils are deep, like a deep cold pool of water.

Dark and unpredictable.