After Zhao Er finished the game, his face was solemn as if he had just lost five hundred circulation points.

In fact, Uncle Warlock didn't realize this console at all, ah no, what a big impact this immersive game had on Zhao Er.

Zhao Er firmly believes that when he returns to Mingguang with this impact, he will ensure that more than half of the Mingguang high-level will be impacted into stupid beeps.

This stuff is awesome!

The most awesome thing is that it appeared in the right place at the right time, not to mention whether this thing can perfectly reproduce a virtual beast, even if it is just a targeted foreign beast that poses a greater threat to the bright light!

Mingguang's strength is piled up with human lives, and of course it is not very strong compared to Queen City...

Many examples of fighting with alien beasts are unique, Mingguang can't always exclude the formation of a garrison to go to the wilderness to brush the map in order to find a way to get rid of some alien beast, not to mention whether he can find a suitable target, how many casualties will it have to cause? Who bears the blame?

For example, take the neon dragon of the last beast tide, such a big man, except for one appearance in the beast tide, the normal situation is that the Mingguang people can't even touch its shadow in the wilderness, God knows where they live.

Some of Mingguang's high-level officials are still apprehensive about the neon dragon, their threat to Mingguang's city defense is too great, except for Wei Qingyu and Uncle Warlock, and then get rid of a certain cook, Mingguang hasn't even figured out a decent way to stop the neon dragon until now...

Does that sound like a word?

Of course, this can't be blamed on Mingguang's high-level corpse vegetarian meal, the main reason is that the neon dragon is too special... Indescribable...

Anyway, isn't this thing really God, seeing that Mingguang people are too leisurely, so he casually pinched a few neon dragons to come out and make trouble?

However, if the neon dragon is copied into that biological host, and the evolutionaries are sent in 24 hours a day without interruption, and the single brush team is brushed into a group of brushes, so many kinds of awakened people in Mingguang, let a large wave of bonuses that are neither humble nor arrogant be commissioned, and the girl will not jump in with her head? Give Lao Tzu a try! I don't believe I can't find a reasonable solution!

There are simply too many such examples, the opportunities are limited, and the human imagination is endless.

What Mingguang lacks is a chance to do it again-

When it comes to this kind of thing, Mingguang is more embarrassed than a middle-aged man in his 40s who hears "I want more" in his wife's mouth!

Again? Either urine or death! Nothing else!

If the ecosystem near Mingguang and the strange beasts that appeared in the beast tide were all put into a template, Mingguang would definitely be able to develop a targeted way to deal with them, without mentioning ordinary people, and the combat effectiveness of the garrison army cultivated in this way would still be able to survive in the beast tide?

Zhao Er drove all the way and hit more than a dozen evolutionaries who had no eyesight, and when his armored car stepped on the brakes at the gate of the garrison camp, a certain unlucky evolutionary crawled out from between the two tires in fright and panting, only glanced at who the driver was, and immediately put away the anger on his face and ran away.

Well...

The perpetrator's surname is Zhao...

If you slip slowly, I'm afraid you'll be buried directly at the gate of the garrison...

"Ganli Niang!" Zhao Er scolded and said to the person standing guard at the door, "I'm looking for Old Man Ye for a meeting, an emergency!" ”

The young man of the garrison looked confused and hesitated,

"Second, second master, you seem to have crossed the line..."

The garrison is not the private property of the Zhao family, how can you say that you will hold a meeting when you say that you will have a meeting, and you are still looking for the highest level of the garrison.

Zhao Eryi kicked over,

"The more I am, the more my mother, the more I am!"

The young man ran away with a crawl,

"Ahh

Zhao Er looked at Tian'er and muttered,

"Damn, it's good to let Leng Han come, the difference in treatment is too big."

The thing unceremoniously drilled into the camp, and then the dog sneaked into the big canteen.

"I heard that several masters in the garrison canteen are the heirlooms of Old Man Ye, catch one and come back to complete the meal, our old man must be happy, maybe if he is happy, he will be able to smoke two less meals from me... The old guy is really, how old is Lao Tzu, he will be beaten at every turn, Lao Tzu doesn't want to lose face! ”

So a particularly serious meeting was rolled out in the garrison's large canteen.

The atmosphere of the whole meeting was as scorching as the donkey meat pot in front of Zhao Er, below was the scorching charcoal fire that was black and red, and above was the steaming donkey meat, the wrinkles on Old Man Ye's face loomed in the mist, and the cigarette pouch in his mouth had long been extinguished by a huge amount of water vapor because he forgot to smoke it, which was particularly mysterious.

Someone said solemnly,

"Terrible thoughts! But the Warlock, he... Cough... In short, Mingguang must not give up this opportunity, it is simply terrifying, it's just..."

"Who's talking?!" Old Man Ye shuddered.

So a face was squeezed out of the mist, and he smiled,

"Old general, it's me."

"Oh, Xiao Zheng," Old Man Ye patted the table speechlessly, "Hurry up and withdraw those pots for me, it's not like that, who is still eating Nima, drink the soup and put it smaller!" ”

All the pots were removed, and Zhao Er was reluctant to say,

"You have your meeting, and you don't let me go, and you don't let me eat..."

"Shut up! Let's go..."

Taking advantage of the absence of the two big housekeepers who had followed Old Man Ye for half his life, the old man hurriedly lit the cigarette bag and pot, striving to take two more sips.

It doesn't matter if Old Man Ye smokes, which of the big guys at this table is fuel-efficient, etc., crackling ignitions sounded one after another.

"Ugh..."

"It's a good thing, why do you always feel too risky?"

"Heh, at a young age, the acceptance of new things is inevitably too poor, this can't be done, the courage is magnified!"

"I'm afraid to be bold, do I have to make all the Mingguang Evolutionaries traitors..."

"You can't fucking speak!"

"Who is the old thing scolding?"

"Scold you!"

", why aren't there any people from the scientific research institute and the occurrence committee? Is there a bit of a priority?! ”

Meetings without the presence of scientific research institutes have always been like this, scolding mothers is considered a normal process of the garrison, and only when people from scientific research institutes come to attend the meeting, this group of veterans and veterans will be a little more restrained - mainly because they are afraid of embarrassment.

For the elders and coarse people of the garrison, all the scientific research institutes are "literati", and every word is said with allusions and two lines of poetry.

It is not for nothing that the garrison and the scientific research institute quarrel, and the painting style is probably as follows:

"You are waiting for the rats, and you are extremely filthy."

"Ganli Niang!"

"Mother, honest and unpleasant."

"Ganli Niang!"

"What can you do? The ancients did not deceive me, but villains and women are difficult to raise! ”

"Ganli Niang!"

“......”