Hawkers,Because of the VIP group at night,Delay some code word time,So let's continue to prevent piracy.,In addition, there is no ordinary group in the future.,All will be put in the VIP group.,As for how to join the V group,The conditions are very simple.,Full order or 5000 fan value,And then put the screenshot of your full order or the screenshot of the fan value in the ordinary group private message I'm OK,I'll give you the password to join the V group.。

In addition, in order to express that everyone has been waiting for the text to be revised for a long time.,And the personal reason why I haven't written for a long time.,I'll put a chapter in the V group tonight!

Ordinary group: Dawning Town Guards 418126575

The following are the anti-theft contents:

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, the lame uncle is like a beggar, which is extremely disgusting, but after checking the ticket and entering the convention and exhibition center, there are 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 **** guerrilla 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, at the age of 21, I killed the commander of the army and absconded, at the age of 24, I joined the Satan Mercenary Group, at the age of 32, I retired due to injury and lived in seclusion in China, and at the age of 33, I officially became a member of the Gundam Rice, 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 buildings, and heavily armed men jumped out of the vehicles. 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 a wisp of gunsmoke from the muzzle of a pistol: "You want a 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 militant, dressed in a black combat uniform, took out a cigarette and lit it, and 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 gunshots, the clanging shells of bullets, the acrid smoke of gunpowder, the screaming crowds, and the corpses scattered all over the place...... In this situation, this is hell!

The uncle, who was having a good time, sniffed, took a deep breath, and muttered to himself: "What a familiar smell, this 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!" (To be continued.) )