"Are you tired of the sameness and rules in front of you?"

"Do you also feel humiliated and angry about your weakness and incompetence?"

"Have you ever fantasized about tearing everything around you apart?"

"Look, everybody is looking at you with that unforgivable contempt, like a fool."

"Listen! Someone from above is giving you a stupid command for your humble person, and you know you don't want to do that. ”

"So, what are you worried about?"

"Affection? Friendship? Morality? All of this is nothing but the constraints that the world has placed on you! It's just a fragile lie! ”

"Do you feel a little breathless when you are strung around the neck of the humble as you? Have you ever thought that even if you are as humble as you, you should not live like this? ”

"Come on! Try to break the shackles that the world has imposed on you! ”

"Come on! Try to shred everything you see! ”

"Come on! Welcome and enjoy the last of your humble life! ”

……

The live broadcaster seemed to be afraid that he would not understand, and intimately put lines of Chinese subtitles at the bottom of the screen.

After the live broadcaster finished speaking, the camera turned to the dozens of soldiers next to the instrument.

Off-camera, the live broadcaster seemed to have mentioned something, and then, the sound of "da-da-da" came, blood splattered, flying everywhere, dozens of soldiers rushed into the street, and the equipment was also destroyed by covering strafing.

"Bang bang bang!"

The whole instrument burst into flames, explosions were heard from time to time, the camera was suddenly thrown up, and in the middle of the whirlwind, a bullet was rapidly magnified in the lens.

"Bang!"

The image in front of him was torn apart, and the screen flashed a few times, returning to the original darkness.

Under the black screen, Xiao Ming sat cross-legged and silent.

Now, it is almost certain that Fang Cai's conjecture is that the chosen one of the rice countries no longer belongs to the rice country, but to the ...... Bat!

As for the few people who just hit the street, they are naturally abandoned sons who were thrown out.

On weekdays, a big man who died on the verge of an earthquake is now dying so easily and casually, no one will care about any laws anymore, and no one will have time to care about what should be cared about on weekdays.

Everyone in the country knows that time is running out for themselves.

In the last moments of his life, whether it is an elegant and noble gentleman on weekdays, or a sloppy and humble beggar, or even the embodiment of justice, the dignity of the law, and the police in uniform, at this moment, there is a tacit understanding, and he does not hesitate to forget about those big people.

If it were you, knowing that you would die in the next moment, what would you choose?

On the streets, some people are yelling, some are screaming, some are crying, some are crying for help, and from time to time there are explosions, and the sound of gunfire is incessant......

Blood began to ripple, albeit painfully. But the pain is better than doing nothing, dying silently the next moment, it will be more painful and hearty!

A middle-aged white policeman seemed to see Xiao Ming, who was sitting cross-legged under the screen, and became a little angry.

No one knows where that irrepressible anger comes from, perhaps...... Is it because this is an Oriental? Or is the person sitting in a somewhat unsightly position? Or...... Is it because of the look on this person's face?

Yes, why is everyone running and crying, screaming and screaming, but this person is the only one with such a calm face?

Didn't he know that the next moment, hundreds of nuclear bombs were about to fall? He's deaf? Or is your head not so good?

Even if he is deaf, even if he has a very bad brain, he can't be so calm! He shouldn't be so calm!

The middle-aged white policeman thought so, and felt that he was going to be angry in the next moment! He must pay the price for his actions!

So, the middle-aged white policeman walked towards the man.

The moment the middle-aged white policeman took a step, he finally understood why he was so angry.

It turned out that he had a gun in his hand.

There weren't a lot of bullets, and counting the spare magazines, there were only a few dozen, but they were enough to blow up this not-so-bright head with a single shot.

The middle-aged white policeman was startled by his own thoughts, but he was quickly relieved. Aren't guns used to kill people? Anyway, he's going to die sooner or later!

The distance between the middle-aged white policeman and Xiao Ming is not too far, about 100 meters apart. So soon, the middle-aged white policeman was halfway there.

After ten more steps, he raised his pistol and gave him a hard time.

No! It's to give yourself a good time!

Imagine the image of a skull bursting open and dripping with blood! How pleasing to the eye!

Suddenly, the middle-aged white policeman stopped.

There was a woman next to her, who seemed to see herself, and was running towards her with a panicked face, and dozens of steps away, was thrown to the ground by a man, tearing her clothes and slapping her.

The middle-aged white policeman was not surprised by this kind of thing, he was going to die anyway, so before he died, he wanted to do what he wanted to do but didn't dare to do, so he had to try it.

It's just that to the surprise of the middle-aged white cop, he seems to be ...... about the blatant crime in front of him I'm not going to stop it.

It stands to reason that even if a few bullets from his pistol are divided into the head of the blind man, the remaining bullets are still more than enough for what to do next.

It's just that when I think of the picture that will happen next, the middle-aged white policeman has an irrepressible excitement, as if ...... For what will happen next, he is more urgent than this man who does not open his eyes......

The middle-aged white cop naturally remembers the almost identical images he faced, the choices he made, and the consequences he caused.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have reached middle age and would still be a little policeman.

Seeing the woman struggling with all her might, crying and crying for help to herself, the middle-aged white policeman smiled, as if he was so happy that his face was a little distorted and hideous.

The middle-aged white policeman stepped forward and continued to walk.

This feeling...... It's really enjoyable!

Wait a minute, how will this woman feel when she sees herself shoot the head of an innocent passerby?

The middle-aged white cop is increasingly looking forward to what will happen next.

Aren't people supposed to live like this? Hassle-free, no-holds-barred!

The middle-aged white policeman stopped, faced Xiao Ming, and slowly raised the gun in his hand, with an almost crazy smile on his face.