The army doesn't really like to be called the army.

But a lot of people call it that, because what?

Reliable, imposing, like that.

When we fight, we have a big army, do you have it?

Bunker up.

And the army wasn't that old, he was actually only a year older than the guys in the community, but he looked like he was a full eleven years older.

But that's nothing, at least it's good for the guys.

A big brother who is eleven years older than them, hard work, and can settle everything.

It's cool.

Dajun had heard people say before that there were girls in the club who privately called him 'Dad', and said that they felt great.

"They're all superficial guys, so when something like that happens, they all turn into birds and beasts."

The army said as he opened the door to the training ground.

What catches your eye is a picture of a ballroom that is even darker and more chaotic than the one in the hall.

Bunny girl with a metal prosthetic.

The thug with a purple mohican hairstyle and thick sunglasses.

A second-way dealer with gold teeth and a big back.

There is also a steel pipe girl whose lower body is replaced by cables and machinery.

This is their training ground recreation room.

All the characters in it are NPCs, and each of them has their own story, their own background, and their own main quest.

You can play a little trick with the innocent little girl here.

You can listen to vain and cunning rich businessmen boasting about the past gold rush years.

Or maybe he's pulled into the corner by a nervous skinny guy and recommends his latest gadgets.

It's hard to imagine that there is a hidden plot in this, if you talk to the bartender here for a while, if you take the initiative to mention it at this time:

"Mr. Wright, I'd like to hire a team of mercenaries to do the mission."

Then congratulations on opening the hidden plot, there will be a long main line waiting for you.

Of course, none of this is so troublesome.

The army scanned the various characters here indifferently.

He remembered one time when Brother Hao had two pulse guns and slaughtered everything here, even the poor madman called 'Monster'.

What did Brother Hao say afterwards, Dajun rubbed his temples and thought about it.

By the way, he said, "Then it's all quiet." ”

Thinking of this, the army couldn't help but shrug its shoulders.

Here, you can attack them as much as you want, destroy them, and destroy them however you want.

But when you open the door again, everything will be back to normal.

That's the magic of the shelter, and that's where Azi is amazing.

"Why don't you become a writer, don't you think it's a pity?"

Dajun looked down at the smoky woman on the side and asked casually.

And the smoky woman named Ah Zi raised her eyes to look at the army, and said helplessly:

"This is fate, and a lot of it is borrowed, and it is nothing." After saying that, she sighed.

After a brief pause, the army said:

"Even so, it's okay, it's hard to start everything, and one day you'll write your own story."

Ah Zi pursed his lips and smiled:

"They all say you're very comforting."

This made it impossible for the army to go any further.

The two of them took a few steps deeper into the ballroom, and as they passed the innocent prosthetic bunny girl, the girl squeezed out a professional smile and brought the tray forward.

The army casually brought Ah Zi lemon-flavored bubble tea, and he was a pale golden whiskey.

Seeing that both of them had drinks, the bunny girl shrugged her shoulders in relief, and then quickly turned to leave.

Looking at the girl's pretty figure, Ah Zi's face was a little reluctant.

"Rabbit is my more proud character, she has paranoia of victimization, and she is a poor student, so when she came here to work, she felt like a bad person to everyone."

Ah Zi said and fell into deep thought, her muttered words were too low, and she didn't know whether to say it to herself or to the army.

"I can't handle her relationship very well, and I can't think of how such a pathetic girl should get her love."

Hearing this, the army immediately stopped, so that Ah Zi, who was following closely, almost hit him.

At first, Ah Zi frowned a little puzzled, and wanted to ask the army what he was doing.

But when she followed the army's line of sight and saw that the bunny girl was trembling and giving wine to a table of bigwigs, she couldn't help but check it step by step.

In the corner of the ballroom, several capable men in suits surrounded a big boss with a lot of meat.

The boss swallowed the smoke with a thumb-thick cigar in his mouth, and his eyes were grim and greedy as the bunny girl bowed her head and handed over the wine.

He looked the bunny girl up and down, then patted the empty seat beside him.

So a few men in suits consciously gave way to the bunny girl to go straight to the empty passage.

The girl's left arm and right leg were prosthetics, twisted incongruously like rust at this moment, but there was no step forward.

The big boss smiled even more when he saw this, and several men in suits couldn't help but cross their waists, intentionally or unintentionally revealing the firearms in their arms.

And just then, the thug with purple mohican hair caught up.

He reprimanded the bunny girl loudly, slammed her head and bowed to the boss to admit his mistake, and then scolded and pulled the girl's hair and walked away quickly.

The whole movement is done in one go, as if it had been rehearsed in advance.

A man in black was dissatisfied with the girl's hasty departure, and when he was about to chase after him, he was stopped by the big boss raising his hand.

"I like that kid and tell him to do things for me in the future."

These words came out of the mouth of the army, but the mouth and demeanor were no different from the big boss.

So Ah Zi said with some surprise: "Have you memorized it all?" ”

The army tilted his head and smiled, and continued as if in an aftertaste:

"I like the character of the big boss, and that Mohican kid is also good, I only found out when I came last time, in fact, there is a pair of hideous electronic eyes under his sunglasses, this is a new setting?"

Ah Zi was asked like this, and bowed his head a little embarrassedly and said:

"At first, I wanted him to be handsome, and wearing sunglasses in the dance hall made me feel very interesting."

"But then I thought about it, and it didn't make sense, so I adjusted it a few times and it became what it is now."

"He actually has some inferiority complex, and his inferior electronic eyes can only let him see simple mosaic pictures, so he can't tell the difference between beauty and ugliness, and can only rely on everyone's voice and approximate tone to judge who the person is."

The army nodded and praised:

"But that doesn't stop him from having a clear head, and those inferior electronic eyes allow him to see more clearly than anyone here."

"Thank you." These are Ah Zi's words.

Seeing that the momentum was good, Dajun thought about it, and then further said:

"Look at this dance hall, look at all the people and things here, I dare say, as long as you are willing to write it, someone will definitely read it."

"Even if it's obscure at first, it's okay, I'll, well, follow you."

Looking at the eyes of the army looking down at him, Ah Zi suddenly felt that he didn't know this old friend for many years.

She thought for a moment, and in this dim and noisy ballroom, she paused for a long time, and then finally sighed and said:

"But don't we have no way out?"

Ah Zi watched the old friend's face in front of her freeze little by little, and gradually changed back to the familiar look she was familiar with.

Only then did he pat the other party's arm, turned his head to look into the depths of the ballroom and said:

"Let's go, Brother Wen Jun, tonight we will hunt again, turn into a ruthless black shadow, and take away the opponent's tomorrow."