(This chapter is a test chapter for full attendance without hanging up.) I can't do it at the starting point today...... Okay, I'll revise it back in the future, and I'll use it as anti-piracy. ）

It's May and June, and the weather in the south is like being in an oven, let alone walking on the road under the sun during the day. As a result, you can see all kinds of vehicles rushing everywhere in the busy city center, but you can't see how many pedestrians are walking outside. And wearing gray (?) T-shirt, gray (?) The tall middle-aged uncle with long trousers, bird's nest hair, and a scruffy beard was one of the few pedestrians.

Try to pick the shade of the trees on both sides or the shady place of the building, the honking of the vehicles on the road next to him and the noise on the trees are disturbing, but this chaotic movement does not seem to affect the mood of this uncle who looks like a disciple of the beggar gang, he just bowed his head and hurried silently, occasionally flashing his clothes that were almost soaked because of the weather, and then looking down at the things in his hands - the 15th International Comic Con admission ticket.

Look closely, the lame uncle stopped in front of a tall building, raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight, and looked at the roof of the tall building with a little vigilance.

"Tsk, this can't be changed professional habits, this kind of place is not a battlefield, where is the sniper." The sloppy uncle had a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth, and after muttering to himself, he ignored the various eyes of the people around him who were surprised or disgusted, and walked into the "Door of Wisdom", where the 15th International Comic Con was being held.

At 280 meters tall, the twin buildings are the largest and tallest buildings in Xizi City. From a distance, it looks like a "door", and from a closer look, it looks like "two chopsticks stuck in the bread with a rope tied in between". It's really big inside, there is a supermarket on the ground, a commercial building on the first to sixth floors, and then up to a super 5A office building and a seven-star hotel. A feast like the 15th International Comic Con only occupies the first floor.

In the eyes of those so-called social elites, lame uncles are like beggars, which is extremely disgusting. However, after checking the ticket and entering the convention and exhibition center, there were not many beggar disciples in this shape.

A startling flash of light erupted in the cloudy eyes of the scruffy lame uncle, who rushed to the destination of his trip, the Mobile Suit Gundam 100th Anniversary Celebration Exhibit.

Scruffy lame uncle, Name: Unknown; Kana: Du Ci; Code name: Stinger; Gender: Male; Age: 36; Height: 186cm; Weight: 85kg; Matching: None; Deposit: 13675500$; Past ideals: make more money and live a stable life; Ideal now: Go back to your high school days and drive a Gundam; Place of Birth: Unknown; Current address: No. 44, District 4, Xiaoheshan Xinyuan, Liuliu Town, Xizi City, Zhejiang Province, China; Resume: I have been in the **** guerrillas since I can remember, I became a **** junior soldier after being able to hold a gun at the age of 12, and at the age of 19, my forces were wiped out and smuggled across the ocean to France to join the Foreign Legion, and at the age of 21, I killed the commander of the army and absconded for some reason. At the age of 24, he joined the Satan Mercenary Group, retired due to injury at the age of 32 and lived in seclusion in China, and at the age of 33, he officially became a member of the Gundam Rice, a member of the FFF Regiment, an active great magician, and a technical nerd.

To sum up, he was a fearless Predator from birth until he was 32 years old, however, a year after his retirement due to injury......

Take a look at the sloppy uncle who is playing the new Gundam work with headphones in his PSV and looks fanatical like a jihad, and a certain agent of the National Security Bureau of China who once censored the uncle under the pseudonym Du Ci just wants to say: Tomino's big bald head in the footbasin country, you won.

"I Gandom! Trans-Am！ ”

The uncle holding the PSV in his hand suddenly shouted in the footbasin language, and his expression became even more fanatical. As for the whispers of the other experiencers next to him who were taken aback, he ignored them at all, and at this time, all he could see was the Energy Angel Gundam that turned red after the Trans-Am system was turned on the screen.

Three black pickup trucks full of people stopped at the entrance of the Twin Towers. One by one, heavily armed armed men jumped out of the car. And the two security guards at the entrance of the building just glanced at it and didn't care about anything, after all, there was a comic exhibition inside, wasn't it? Magical girls have them all, not to mention modern equipment. At the end of the day, the security comrades are no longer surprised by these dead houses playing cosplay.

"Ha~ Please give me the admission ticket to check."

The Comic Con staff lazily lay on the table, yawned, and weakly reached out to a group of militants to ask for tickets.

"Smack!"

The militant who was stopped had a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth and blew the wisps of gunsmoke from the muzzle of the pistol: "You want the admission ticket." Hell welcomes you. ”

The air froze instantly. The people who were still watching the march of a group of militants were completely stunned by the sound of gunfire echoing in their ears and the mixed red and white brains in front of them.

"Really...... Real Gun !! ”

"Ah!!h

"Murder !!"

……

A second later, the crowd began screaming and running in all directions.

The militants, dressed in black combat uniforms, pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Said to the others behind him, "There are too many people, we don't need so many hostages." ”

"Yes! Captain! The militants responded with a bang, and then pointed their guns at the fleeing crowd.

"Da Da Da ......"

The muzzles of the guns were filled with tongues of fire, the deafening sound of gunfire, the shells of bullets clanging to the ground, and the pungent smoke of gunpowder. The screaming crowd and the corpses were strewn around...... In this situation, this is hell!

The uncle, who was having a good time, sniffed, took a deep breath, and muttered, "What a familiar taste." The smell of blood mixed with gunsmoke. ”

Looking at the screaming and running crowd, the uncle raised his hand and took off the headphones, a little unable to come back to his senses: Hey, hey, hey! How did this good comic convention become a battlefield? What about a good, harmonious and happy society?! There are at least 20 people listening to the gunshots! It's all with rifles! What about the said good gun control?! How does it feel more relaxed than Millican!

The leader of the militants, known as the colonel, waved his hand, and the gunfire stopped abruptly.

"Da Da Da!"

The colonel took the rifle in his hand and fired a three-point shot at the ceiling, and took the loudspeaker handed over by the younger brother behind him, "You can call me Colonel, first of all, congratulations to you!" You're lucky to have survived! However, if you don't play the hostage role well, you'll be lucky enough to get a ticket to Hell! Didyouunderstand？ ”

No one would obediently stop to be a hostage, and the panicked people gorgeously ignored the colonel.

"Da!"

An armed man, who had been guarding the safety exit, raised his gun and killed the man who was running at the front, and like a duck, the crowd began to run back again.

However, the muzzles of the black holes around them were jokingly telling them that if they ran around, they would be beaten into a honeycomb.

"One group is optimistic about the hostages, two groups are going to work in pairs to find out those who love to play hide and seek, and three groups are going to pick up the goods with me."

As the colonel's order was given, a group of militants quickly divided into three groups and began to carry out the order, each performing its own duties.

"It's all well-trained elites, it's a big trouble." The uncle, who shrunk behind an advertising board and peeped at PSV with the photo mode on, scratched his hair like a bird's nest and looked like a dog.

"Click!"

"Lay down a grass! I accidentally touched broken glass! "Uncle's whole face is green. There are more than 30 people on the other side! Not to mention that he has been retired due to injuries and has been at home for several years, even in his heyday, he can't do it unarmed to kill more than 30 heavily armed bandits in the empty convention and exhibition center!

This time it's not a dog, but it's ****, it's dead! In that case, it is better to ......

"I surrender! Don't shoot! The uncle simply held PSV, raised his hands, stood up and surrendered.

"It's a pity that there are enough hostages." The colonel gave the uncle an apologetic smile and pulled out his pistol, "Smack!" ”

Huh? Blood? I didn't expect that I didn't die on the battlefield, but I did die in this kind of place? I'm so unwilling...... If you want to be a high school student who can fly a Gundam in the next life......

The uncle's consciousness began to dissipate, and he unconsciously covered the heart that had been opened with his right hand holding PSV, and passed away with unwilling and unobtrusive ideals. (To be continued.) )