"'Nanliujing' or 'Bad Day', which will be a little more troublesome?"

Russell asked suddenly.

Admired by Russell's acuity, Bad Day nodded appreciatively, patted Russell's head and stood up.

His tall figure cast a thick shadow in front of Russell, his mechanical one-eyed reflecting an unsettling blue glow.

"That's a different kind of trouble entirely. One resembles a rotten apple, the other a glamorous apple soaked in venom. ”

The false smile on his face gradually faded and faded, and remained like a glare after looking at the sun: "If it were me, I would rather choose the latter." ”

Russell's ears twitched suddenly.

Not out of fear, but because he heard the faint, creeping footsteps in the hallway outside the door.

This should be an accomplice to the head at his feet.

Seeing that he entered this room for a while but still hasn't gone out, and has not been contacted...... That's why I came to check and urge.

It's pretty ...... Professional?

But before Russell could alert Bad Day that there was someone outside, Bad Day stretched out a finger and quietly put it in front of his mouth.

Russell was stunned.

Since you can hear it yourself, you should be able to hear it on a bad day.

Dogs hear no worse than cats.

Bad Sun raised his right hand and showed Russell the "props" he was holding in his hand like a magician.

That's a data chip. It's not the kind of complex chip that everyone uses in the back of their head...... For example, the data expansion card used by mobile phones or game consoles.

It is the size of an index fingernail, marked with an orange-yellow pattern and a green light.

"Let me teach you a lesson, Russell...... This is your first lesson on Happiness Island. ”

Bad Sun didn't deliberately suppress the sound, so the footsteps outside suddenly disappeared.

But he just casually plugged it into the chip connector behind his ear.

The azure blue glow at the base of his pupils was instantly covered in an orange-yellow light.

At this moment, the sound of swiping cards came from the door again.

The security code for the first-class cabin was like nothing - the gangster with the murder weapon planned to open the door with his employee card, just like the guy before.

Russell looked at the door as calmly as he could, his slightly furry tail raised high.

He was prepared to roll sideways to avoid bullets if he heard something or saw the door open.

And yet—

A faint fluctuation swept through Russell's body like static electricity. He suddenly felt a tingling in his spine.

"Phew!"

"Bump!"

The next moment, Russell clearly heard a series of similar glass explosions outside, as well as the man's cries of pain.

"—if you want to kill someone. The most important thing to remember to do is to blow up all the surveillance and cameras around you. ”

As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly and removed the chip behind his ear. and replaced it with another dark green chip.

Although the bad day has not yet turned back, Russell can still clearly see that the green light of the used chip has turned into a flashing red light.

…… What is that?

One-off spell scrolls...... Something like that?

Just then, the door opened.

A masked man with a shattered eyepiece on his left side and blood dripping from it rushed in with another masked man with a well-equipped head and a curved horn on his head.

Their psionic traits are well hidden, and it's hard to tell what race they are. Russell was also not skilled enough to directly tell the race of the other party by the horns.

As if he had prepared it before—he immediately leaned to his side, hiding himself in the shadow of the table that had fallen leaningly.

And the other party did not disappoint Russell.

Although they did not use grenades, they did fire into the room as soon as they opened the door.

However, the bullets of those two people did not hurt a single cent of the bad day with their backs to them.

For a hemispherical barrier, like a shield, covered him and Russell. The bullets refracted as they approached him—cracking the room's reinforced windows into dense cracks. The walls, which were adorned with expensive art, were instantly crumbled. Paintings and sculptures were torn apart by the storm of metal.

The next moment, the window shattered a small hole—a strong suction from the outside shattered the glass in an instant, and the room felt like a hurricane. Russell subconsciously lay on the ground and grabbed the corner of the overturned tea table so that he could lean on the heavy table without being sucked out.

The box that had previously stored the portable shotgun had also been sucked out of the window in the frenzied storm.

Even so, the gunfire did not stop.

Because the two mercenaries obviously knew that this kind of temporary spiritual energy obtained by using disposable memory chips would not last too long. The flight altitude of the airship is not as high as the "civil airliner" in Russell's memory, so even if the window is broken, it will not cause too rapid hypothermia and hypoxia.

But in this case, once shot, the blood will be sucked out.

“…… And then, the second point. ”

In the deafening sound of gunfire and wind, the long white hair of the bad day fluttered wildly in the wind.

He turned his back to the gangster, facing the broken window, and his calm voice became as soft as a whisper in the violent wind: "If you can't completely hide your existence and leave the scene quietly, then at least prepare evidence that can prove your innocence."

"For example, right now, when the opponent has used a lethal weapon, you can get the power to use a cold weapon to retaliate infinitely. This is the rule that applies on Happiness Island.

"And after the actions of the other party have created an imminent threat to the plurality of targets......

"Even if you kill the other party, you will not be arrested by the head office, and you will even be rewarded. This is a rule that applies to any empty island. ”

- Rules.

It's just a rule.

The dragons do not allow the elves to issue "real" laws that apply to everyone. The "Company Law" established by the head office of each air island is only effective for employees of the head office and the subsidiaries controlled by the head office.

These mercenaries, who are extralegal fanatics, will not be ignored and cannot be sanctioned - after all, after all, they have lost their citizenship rights after losing their identity code. As long as they are arrested, they can be expelled from the floating island.

Exile to a land of radiation and curses, or simply throw yourself into the sea. The ending is the same anyway.

But even then, "killing" without any reason is not allowed.

Get to the bottom of it...... In such a world where there is no government, no state, no army, no law.

Everything can only be done by "rules".

Flexible rules. Rigid rules.

Rules that have never been changed. Rules that change every day.

Bad Day unhurriedly pulled out a knife hilt from his chest.

There was no blade, no gauntlet, just a short rod, an ordinary hilt.

It's not even a "broken sword", because it doesn't even have a single blade of steel, it's a completely wooden structure.

From any point of view, it is not lethal, and the only effect is only to hypnotize yourself to "hold a weapon".

"Because, people will call that kind of person ......

"—[Hero]."

He whispered.

"It is not the head office, not the elves, not the dragons, who grant them the name of 'heroes' and the right to exonerate them...... It's the media.

"It's a newspaper. It's the masses. It's public opinion.

"It is the mouth of the people—

"The head office will never send the executive department to arrest a 'hero', but may give the 'hero' a commendation and a generous treatment, so that he can become a star and enter the executive department exceptionally...... As long as he's still a 'hero'. ”

Bad Day said, the corners of his grinning mouth full of mocking smiles: "After all, this era is so lacking in heroes.

"You just asked me if I would let you take the blame. My answer is yes and no.

"—come and be a hero, Russell."

With that, he raised his right hand, which held the bladeless sword, high.

Not to the mercenaries behind him.

Instead, he slashed at Russell.