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"Master Alang, your hand...... No problem, right? ”

It was only five minutes before I went on stage that the handcuffs on my wrists were lifted, and the two guys standing behind me the whole time were noticeably more vigilant.

Therefore, when Ah Bian on the other side sent a fake inquiry, the position where he was standing was three meters away from me. It's not that he deliberately put it up, but if he wants to get one step and a half closer, the muzzle of the guard behind him will not hesitate to aim directly at him.

In a sense, these two guards are elites.

It seems that District 11, which was the first to surrender to those monsters of unknown origin, has accumulated in the past two years, or has produced a lot of new elites.

Of course, if this so-called local elite had been able to devote themselves wholeheartedly to resisting the monster invasion from the beginning, Area 11 would not have defected to the other side so early.

Forget it, it's pointless to be struggling with these now, maybe these guys in District 11 still think they're human, so why should I be amorous and sad?

In the same way, Ah Bian, who always looked like a clown, on the other side, shouldn't bother with him, and let him fend for himself.

And I heard that this product has never received preferential treatment from District 11 on the monster side due to the low efficiency of military operations in the jurisdiction, and can only routinely pick up some scraps behind the back of the Hope Country, and the degree of favor cannot be compared with the "Taijun" in his mouth.

And then don't talk about him, even if he barely retains the hope of the Seventh Fleet, it seems that he has been surpassed by Area 11 in military strength. Okuhei was still able to put on a show in front of the two guards behind me, but I had noticed just now that he was absolutely humble in front of several dark-haired women whose obvious physical characteristics were District 11 styles.

It seems that District 11 has played a rather bad part of their own culture, and it seems that they have achieved a lot of results, and it is just around the corner to overpower the Hope Nation in the future.

But if you continue to think about it like this, it will be no different from those anti-11 district dramas, so let's stop there.

In short, because of this, Ah Bian is so attentive to my performance this time. At least in terms of all kinds of details that ordinary laymen can't notice, Ah Bian has obviously done enough homework in advance, and from beginning to end, he looks like he is afraid that I will be in a bad state and make a mistake.

It's a coincidence that since the day I received the notification of the performance, I have secretly made all the targeted adjustments that I can. After coming to the stage later, I promise to surprise these soft bones who surrendered to the monsters.

"It's a pity, although I don't know if the great pianists will have calluses on their hands, but Master Alang, you are obviously newly sharpened gun calluses......" This guy still doesn't seem to have given up.

Unfortunately, I don't have time to waste on him now, and in half a minute at most, I'll be on stage with the lighting effects. "Ah Bian, you remember, no matter what you have in your hands, my music has never been wasted in the past twenty years!"

Then, under the watchful eye of two guards full of disdain, I slowly walked from the backstage to the performance seat.

The orchestra in charge of the accompaniment was not very large, and there was not a single face I was familiar with. If you look a little closer, you will see that some of them have even taken the bow in the opposite direction.

Obviously not because of nervousness, but simply from catching ducks on the shelves.

After all, in today's turbulent war years, it can even be said that in the last days of mankind, the more proficient and individual art practitioners are, the sooner they die, or they die much faster than normal people.

It is estimated that it is quite difficult for Okuhei and Ah Bian to be able to organize a concert of this scale.

Retracting his gaze, the pure black grand piano in front of him looks decent, not a noble brand such as Statham and Huntsmann, but it is quite simple and thick in shape.

Just what the doctor ordered!

The fingertips flick the keys silently, without lag, and the adjustment of the piano itself seems to be quite professional. A few years ago, I might have been interested in asking who the person responsible for maintaining this piano was.

But now, none of that matters.

With his hands back on his lap, it seemed to the layman to be an ordinary gesture of preparation. But then, the seemingly slow and quick flipping of the palm to the sky is quite puzzling, because it obviously does not conform to any kind of playing norm.

That's the end of the impression of Youzai!

The first action is to hold the violin with both palms.

The multi-ton body floats up like cotton wool.

The second action is the right wrist toddler.

The floating piano accelerated against inertia, and was pushed directly by my right hand towards the two guards who were raising their guns to aim at me.

The third action is a five-finger light send.

The second stage of the piano accelerated, and the two guards were directly crushed by the grand piano against the backstage wall when they didn't have time to pull the trigger.

Scarlet, blooming.

Military Path, Killing Fist, Piano Pose!

Yes, my music, for twenty years, has never been wasted!

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X has the right to participate, X has money after X, X politics, and there is a literary troupe!

Twenty years ago, when I was selected for the Little Red Star Art Troupe at the age of five, I was allowed to practice military Taoism and slogan styles.

After that, he and his companions were first subdivided according to their qualifications, and then after many screenings, they practiced from the military way, whistle style, military way, harmonica style, military road and organ style, and became a master of piano style at the age of eleven.

As soon as the black button sounded, the army was cleared.

If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't carry a piano to the front line a few months ago, why would I have no choice but to go into battle and learn and sell ordinary automatic weapons that I am not used to?

At the same time as the two guards were put down, a cold light flashed behind the piano body, and the entire piano that was almost embedded in the backstage wall suddenly retracted at a speed no less than the attack just now, and then drew a dazzling arc in mid-air, and blasted away in the direction of the VIP seat.

In the corner of his eye, Ao Hei and Ah Bian were prostrate on the ground early in the morning. Since my performance stage was about a meter or two higher than the guest seats, the position of the two of them was theoretically a dead end for the piano attack.

It's a pity that my target was not them from the beginning, and certainly not the bloody 11th District delegation, but the representatives of Hai Wu and Kaiju who were obviously guarded as the guest of honor at the dinner.

Those traitors who abandoned the position of humanity and threw themselves into the monster side early in the morning, killing their former fellow human beings on Earth.

Damn them!

However, it is difficult for these beasts to die.

Because since the fog of the sea three years ago, the assassination activities against these traitors have never stopped.

Therefore, by the side of these renegades, not only are there always Sea Mist Battleships standing on Klein's side, but half a year ago, two fifth-level chrysanthemum beasts were strengthened to serve as guards. I heard that even the special operation team sent by Huaxia three years ago and was proficient in the Seven Uniques of Protecting the Country could only return with hatred.

Today's dinner, under all kinds of coincidences, there are obviously only conventional armed forces guarding the vicinity of the human traitor, and the nearest Kaiju Beast can only stand outside the Ao Hei Mansion, and the Sea Mist Battleship is theoretically anchored in Victoria Bay.

Therefore, even if I have never learned the Seven Uniques of Protecting the Country and can only fight the military way to kill the box, today I theoretically have a chance to completely clean them up.

Sadly, however, when the grand piano I had thrown with the strings was nailed three meters away in front of the gang of men who had apparently peed their pants, I knew that the operation was going to fail.

Because it was none other than someone else who stopped the piano, it was the long claw of an open chrysanthemum beast that came in from the oblique thorns above the Ohei Mansion.

Damn it! Why is this monster's reflex nerve so developed?!

If I had known, I wouldn't have dealt with the two guards who were holding guns at all times. After all, as long as I can kill those human traitors, my own life is nothing.

That's it, if the main target can't be dealt with, when this chrysanthemum beast is still worried about Ohei Abian or other guests, and doesn't jump directly into the field, I changed the target to the representative of District 11 almost in five seconds.

It's not deliberately targeted, it's just that Ao Hei has already hidden behind the rape, and Ah Bian has also blended into the 11th district team.

Damn it! If my cultivation does not stop at the piano style, with a maximum output of only 79 tons, but breaks through to the highest level in ancient history, the military path and chime style, then even if it is a head-on confrontation with the 100-meter-tall Kaiju Beast, I should be somewhat sure.

Then, as luck would have it, this time the piano was also stopped.

Relatively speaking, what I expected was that this time it was not another chrysanthemum beast, but a certain girl in striped socks who was originally in the delegation of District 11, wearing a short black evening dress, and at most a pair of strange decorations appeared on her head.

Then, when I was about to retract the piano and continue the attack, I found that the strings that had been so focused on the real strength that they could bear at least a hundred tons of weight were easily broken under the snap of the fingers of the girl in Area 11.

No, it's not broken, it's melted away by some unknown attack!

It should be, a high-temperature attack that leans towards the fire attribute, because immediately after that, there is enough heat to burn the flesh from the string of my right finger that has not yet been released.

"Master Alang, why are you doing this...... Can't we just calm down and talk about it? ”

To my surprise, almost at the same time that the piano that had been attacked turned into ashes in an instant, the first thing that sounded in the audience was Ah Bian's familiar duck voice.

No, no, it's not a male duck's voice, it's getting thicker at some point, quite close to a normal male voice.

Naturally, I didn't answer him as usual, and in this case, the answer didn't make any sense. The weird District 11 girl clearly didn't intend to let me go, and after demonstratively melting the strings and piano itself, she had already taken four unhurried steps to my side.

Ah Bian was originally standing in front of her, but now he was left behind by this girl.

This kind of monster is obviously beyond my capabilities. I only hope that my struggle today can at least be used as a reference for my comrades-in-arms in the future......

The body subconsciously put on the most basic starting style of the military path killing boxing, and the mood at this moment was extremely calm. After all, everything that can be done has been done, and next, I probably have to see how much strength I can force out this monster on the other side with dull qualifications, right?

"Master Alang...... Uh, no, Taijun, can you give the villain a face...... Let's be reasonable......"

Ah Bian's face is definitely worthless.

The monster dressed in a girl's skin doesn't mean to change the pace of his pace at all, a guy like Ah Bian who has recently defected to the past and can't even be considered a mature dog, even an ordinary representative of District 11 can't persuade him, right?

Therefore, Ah Bian, who was in the audience across from me, naturally gave up verbal persuasion.

It seemed to express frustration and raised his hand to the side of his forehead, but it was more convincing than the meaningless line just now, and the humanoid monster really stopped.

Moreover, not only did he stop, but he also turned back cautiously as if he was facing a great enemy, and his originally wooden face was also full of caution.

Then, Ah Bian's "sweat-wiping" hand was put down, as if he was imitating the starting hand I had just posed, or even more profound. And then his voice, at this moment, sounded completely low and magnetic. "Taijun, or should I call you Miss Jetton? Why do you always use what you say well, and you have to move your fists to know how to be reasonable? ”

"Then, let's reason with Lao Tzu's right hand!"

Sure enough, that starter.

No, I should say that the fist that was deliberately shown to me was really-

Seven Uniques to Protect the Country!

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