A pig, or rather a man with a pig's head, walked out of the embers of the explosion.

As he walked, the flames dimmed, and all the flames attached to the two butcher knives, and the scorching flames flew out more than three meters high, surrounding his body, reflecting his face even more hideously.

In almost all of the stories, "pig" is not a loving term, and most of them are a bit of sarcasm, insults, and discrimination.

Because pigs are fat, full of fat, the brain represents stupidity, and the body reminds people of rolling in a mud puddle.

Are you a pig?

Are you a pig brain?

No one would consider such words to be complimentary.

Even if it's barely hooked up with cuteness, it can only be stupid and cute......

However, pigs are not inferior in IQ, they may not be as stupid as the cat owner who lies on your bedside, and many pigs are powerful and dangerous, and in the deep mountain wilderness, many hunters would rather face a bear than provoke a wild boar.

But what's the use of this, in short, the word pig in the eyes of everyone means stupidity and cowardice, and it has nothing to do with the facts...... It's just a thinking formula that we set for ourselves.

Old Joey didn't like it, and neither did Pego.

So..... Today, these two pigs are going to talk to these people in front of them.

Not with the mouth, of course, but with a knife.

"Boom !!" There was a loud bang.

The barrel of the tank gun with a caliber is the size of a basin has been aimed at Old Joey, and this kind of thing is like compassion, as early as the moment Batman put down the [Oath of Not Killing], it was thrown out of the clouds, so in the face of a bird like Old Joey, it was natural that he would not spend a word.

An emaciated version of Batman at the back of the crowd directly pressed the manipulator on his arm a few times, and several remote-controlled tanks were directly reloaded, and a series of bombardments accompanied by cannonballs went straight to Old Joey.

Chopped!

Old Joey doesn't have any superfluous thoughts, anyway, no matter what it is, he will only chop, and he will naturally cut people, and the cannonballs that fly over will still have to be chopped.

Very few people have ever seen what a cannonball is like, and it can be roughly described as a person throwing an apple at you, and then you are like the one in Fruit Ninja, slashing it in half with a knife.

It's just that after cutting, instead of sweet fruit juice, it is compressed explosives that are sprayed out.

Suddenly, there was a roar, and the force of the explosion blasted the ground into a cracked depression, and the light of the fire reflected in the sky, and the night almost turned into day.

And in the blinding light.

A sturdy figure flashed out, like a lead ball thrown into the sky, swept up the sky quickly, and smashed into the ground with a bang, old Joey liked this simple way of moving.

In the shocking explosion, no one could hear the superfluous sound, in short, the figure slapped directly on an armored tank with the momentum of 'smashing people to death'.

Those tanks made of special metal were extremely strong, but they were smashed by Old Joy like this, and they were directly folded in half and collapsed, and then, Old Joy slashed with both knives, and the other tank on the side was also directly chopped in half, and the parts flew to the rear, detonating another combat machine.

After such a series of destruction, Old Joy seemed to feel that there was still something unfinished, so he collapsed into another tank, held the gun barrel with a creaky nest, snorted, and directly pulled the gun barrel from the cockpit behind him.

This is just old Joey, Napego's movements are faster, its cute pig nose is directly like a nail gun hitting tofu, it pierces through the steel armor with a bang, and then it comes out from the other side, the four legs click, the upside down fast, a series of explosions from behind it, but the flames can't even keep up with its little tail.

This series of operations sounds very complicated, but it only happened in a few seconds, and the two pigs, one big and one small, dismantled the combat weapons with an astonishing cost one by one.

...... Well, it's dismantled, it's like a child dismantling the building blocks, and it's a mess.

It is true that weapons are the most powerful guarantee for people's survival, and those steel and gunpowder allow us to run amok in this world, but ...... There is always a limit to these things, and when a person's ability goes beyond this line, then a gun and an aircraft carrier are actually no different in his eyes.

So, at the end of the day, it's up to you to fight this kind of thing.

In the crowd, Bruce Wayne, who was fused with Superman Elixir, slowly flew down, and he came to the crazy version of himself.

"I told the war maniac, don't take out his toys, these things are reserved for the people hiding inside."

The crazy version of Bruce smiled: "Hehe, whatever, it's just dozens of autonomous alloy tanks, let's dismantle it, it's that pig, I think, you should do it too." ”

"Okay."

Superman Bruce didn't talk much nonsense, he just answered lightly, and then, with a whoosh, disappeared.

On the other side, old Joey had already dismantled all his armor weapons, and the flames had scorched his skin a little, and the air was filled with the smell peculiar to roasting pig hair.

But old Joey was still not satisfied, he had to chop something more.

So, those tiny eyes were on the Batmans on the other side of the fire!

"Chop it all."

He thought so, then sank down, and with a sharp force on his hind legs, he rushed towards the crowd.

All of a sudden, this impact directly stepped the ground out of a big hole, which shows how terrifying the power is, however, in the next second of rushing forward.

Old Joy suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Of course, it wasn't he who stopped on his own...... Instead, halfway forward, a big hand appeared on the path accurately, and then pinched his neck.

Old Joy didn't see when that hand appeared, anyway, he was in a position like a running child who hit a steel cable connected to a telephone pole.

The position of the head was blocked, and it was impossible to move an inch further at all, but the body below the neck rushed directly to the front because of inertia, and finally had to be withdrawn because of the link of the neck.

All of a sudden, Old Joey's brain buzzed, and he lost his intuition for a while.

The expression of the owner of that hand was not the same, and he pinched Old Joey's neck and slowly lifted it up.

It's like lifting a chick that has been waiting to get out of the pan.