Gray, dull, dull.

The gray filter like an old movie envelops the whole world, giving people a sense of quiet and distant memories.

It's as if what is happening right in front of us is not now...... It's like the "past" being interpreted in pantomime.

The low, melancholy, and stagnant colors gave Mahapira a strong sense of security at the moment.

Because he recognized the bearer of this spiritual power at the first time.

- Silence.

Or rather...

"The inferior..."

Mahavira muttered unconsciously.

- Be quiet and listen to me.

The spiritual energy of youth proclaims so loudly.

It's all like the scene I saw when I was a child, but there was a difference between friend and foe.

The overwhelming drone is like a moth to a fire in front of a man.

Mahavira's eyes widened slightly.

There is no doubt that it is the spiritual energy that belongs to the man of the "inferior".

Even if you strangle yourself, you can't hear your own voice. "Our great hero, ah..."

The low, magnetic voice of the inferior one seemed to be reciting a modern poem: "Mahavira...... Nice name. Better than strangulation ... It's better to say."

Of course, in the realm of silence of the inferior, there is only one person who can make a sound.

Naturally, the listener cannot resist the speaker.

As the sound of a lighter flashing sounded with clarity, the surrounding sound waves whistled and spread, blurring the entire world. It's like the smoke that wafts from above when you grill food.

The next moment, the swarm of drones that came again exploded again.

Metal shards are like falling black snow. And more drones are like swarms of locusts, rushing towards the inferior.

Following the direction they came from, following the starting point of the invisible ripples, Mahavira saw the figure of the inferior.

The inferior man is reaching out in front of his mouth and methodically lighting himself a cigarette with a lighter. The light of fire rose in the palm of his hand, and in the dark snow, the drone still approached him.

Mahavira subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to protect the inferior with a shield of lightlessness.

But the inferior just raised his eyes and glanced at him, and the banter and recognition in his eyes made the strangled hand pause slightly.

"Thank you. But no."

The inferior bit his cigarette and said inexplicably.

As the inferior casually snapped his metal lighter on, the crisp sound of percussion echoed in the distance.

It was as if it wasn't buttoning up a lighter, but like striking a triangle with force. The melodious sound echoes in the gray and white world... The farther away he became, the sharper and more furious the voice became. It's like the whistle of a microphone, or like a bomber dropping a bomb as it gets closer.

The invisible sound turned into a tangible and qualitative shock wave, which instantly slapped away and dispersed the falling black snow. Those black metal scraps were nailed to the walls of the surrounding buildings. Together with the swarm of drones in the sky, they were torn apart by the twisted force and thrown in all directions in the blink of an eye.

Just by buttoning on the lighter, the black and oppressive sky directly above the inferior one, covered by a swarm of drones, was suddenly broken through a huge circular hole - straight into the gray sky.

When the tactics of the crowd are inferior to a certain extent, they lose all their meaning to the inferior. For the inferior, a small gesture such as snapping one's fingers, walking, or flicking a lighter can destroy the scum when the sound is multiplied.

When watching the drone swarm rush for the third time, the inferior had a look of impatience on his face.

"Have they always been so fond of doing useless work?"

The inferior sighed, "Can you get out?" A little brain, good guys? Ten times more of this waste is useless."

It's just a bland whisper.

But his words seemed to be really understood by the drone swarm.

As if the annealing device recognized the identity of the inferior,

It's like the board of directors has given an order to evacuate...... In short, after being easily destroyed by the inferior three waves, those drone swarms circled for a long time, and they really dispersed like this.

Only then did the strangulation finally breathe a sigh of relief, and the brilliance emanating from his body gradually extinguished.

He looked at the inferior and stopped talking.

The inferior looked back at the strangulation, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. The gray curtain that covered the entire world around him then faded, and the inferior retracted into the shadow behind him.

"Huh?"

The inferior man looked at him with a cigarette in his mouth, "What's the matter, lion? This expression...... Is there anything you want to say?"

「… No, nothing."

Mozipila's expression froze slightly, and he took the initiative to look away and change the subject: "When did you come back?"

He had heard the inferior man's mocking words before, and he thought that the inferior was really hiding to watch the excitement, and waited until he was in distress before finally deciding to help.

But now that he looked at the stains on the inferior man's body, he suddenly reacted.

The inferior did not hide. The man who doesn't make fun of others is just a habitual hiatus.

The inferior man was now standing on the street opposite the prosthetic hospital, that is, behind the strangulation, not moving.

He was here before and didn't hide. It's just because he was too focused before the strangulation and put all his attention on Xiaoya, the prosthetic hospital and the drone, that he didn't see his colleague standing in front of him at all.

"Oh, just now. Not long ago, I was bemoaning my brother's incompetence – you couldn't find me until I struggled to come back. If I really expect you to come to my rescue, I'm afraid I won't see you even when I become a sausage."

The inferior raised his eyes and mocked.

His last words were black words between the *** people on the island of happiness. However, it is said to be a black word, but now it has become harmless and has become a kind of joke-oriented meme - a popular meme among *** people and some "*** culture lovers" in Shangcheng schools.

Usually when you threaten to kill someone, you will say something like "I'm going to make you a sausage...... It probably has a similar meaning to "sinking Tokyo Bay" and "sitting at the bottom of the West Lake".

When Strangler heard this, his expression became a little strange.

「…… Don't talk about sausages," Strangler shook his head, "It's hard to hear."

"Huh? What do you mean... Is that really the case?" On the contrary, the inferior ones were a little surprised.

He just played a joke casually, and he didn't take it seriously.

As a result, the strangulation actually reacted so much?

"Well, more than ten years ago. That's pretty popular."

Strangler sighed, his expression complicated, "Before I met you for the first time...... At that time, I also threw living people into it."

Because the *** people on Happiness Island all live in the lower city, that is, the automatic factory area.

And there was a time when the forces in the lower city were very chaotic. Counting up, they more or less have their own backstage and organization, and no one dares to try each other's backstage with their own body. However, there are also special situations where you know that this is the case, and there are still special situations where you must kill the other party, assassinate them, or kill them after robbery.

At that time, it is necessary to find a way to dispose of the other party's body, and throwing it in the garbage area is unreliable and easy to be turned over to check the traces. In the era when the strangled father opened an underground boxing ring, some people liked to throw all the corpses into the sausage factory to destroy the corpses...*** The people were also happy to disgust the residents of the upper city so much. Some of those who were kidnapped and then torn up in Uptown ended up in sausage factories — occasionally sending back footage and a sausage.

It's easy to get in the news. And if it is published, it will serve as a deterrent to other residents of Uptown whose families have been kidnapped.

In that era, the *** people basically followed the chain of contempt of "big organizations are dogs for companies", "small organizations are dogs for middlemen", and "those who fight alone are not as good as dogs". Kidnapping is a business that everyone can do...... Some are kidnapping opponents for company executives to fight for business, and some are picking up second-hand mercenaries who don't know who Party A is

Lists, some are simply to make something for themselves.

"I'm not saying that the current *** person has some noble morals..."

Strangler shook his head with a complicated expression, and whispered, "But more than ten years ago, it was much more depraved than it is now. At that time, the lower town was just beginning to become uncontrollable... It's a real lack of order."

To be precise, it was the "older generation" who strangled his father, and the methods were ruthless and psychologically distorted. When they ruled Xiacheng District, the *** people in Xiacheng District shot three people every other and definitely slipped through the net.

Later, the mages appeared.

These young people are able to communicate and learn in the dream world, and spells are not like psionic people, and they are easy to lose control if they use too much psionic energy. The first thing the young mages did was to get rid of the "old things".

Later, after the triumph of discord, ale, and strangulation, the lower town became much cleaner. Since then, most of the bodies have been dumped in the garbage disposal plant. Of course, it is not excluded that there will be cases where the older generation of *** who hate the upper city will dump their bodies in the sausage factory - but this simply does not make sense. In fact, it can only disgust them mentally.

Because of the extremely complex detection, separation, sanitizing and cooking system of the sausage factory, any "material" can be made into sausages with the same texture and taste. Don't say it's throwing a corpse into it, even throwing into it is useless. All unused waste is automatically separated and discharged.

Actually, I didn't think there was anything wrong with this before.

——The old men in Shangcheng don't treat them as people, so they don't need to be polite to those who have no education, no job, and no family. They are diametrically opposed.

After tying up someone, if you find that the other side notifies the executive department, then it is reasonable to throw the person into the sausage factory, or directly record an 18G video and send it back as punishment and retaliation.

…… But now, the strangulation has become a little nervous.

For some reason, he didn't want Xiaoya to hear about it. The *** people on Yongquan Island live a life that he envies...... Even the scaleless who were reduced to coolies and slaves were not bitter at all in the eyes of strangulation. Compared to the island of happiness, this is indeed a paradise on earth.

If you tell the dark jokes on Happiness Island, I'm afraid it will scare Xiaoya.

The inferior looked at him a little strangely, and sighed in amazement, "It turned out to be... I saw an extremely rare scene.

"It turns out that you can also sacrifice for someone you've just met, that's amazing. You're not in love, are you?"

"Huh? How is it possible, are you sarcastic about me?"

Strangling frowned: "It was my fault that I couldn't find you, and I was saved by you because of my lack of ability. If you want to laugh, make a long story short."

- There are still some urgent matters.

Mahavira said in a low voice, reaching out and pinching his neckline with some discomfort.

It's ironic... When I wanted to live before, I was always cursed and told you to die. Now they are ready to die, but they are being cried and shouted that they want to live.

When Xiao Ya finally called out his name hoarsely, the voice made Mo Zi Vira's heart worry.

As a result, he is not dead now.

If she found out about this, would she feel that she had wasted her feelings?

Strangulation looked at the hospital, a little hesitant. I wanted to go in but didn't dare to go in.

- Forget it, let's go in and have a look.

He still wants to know what happened to Xiaoya, who was thrown in directly by himself.

The situation was urgent, and he didn't have time to think about it. But now that the alarm has been lifted, the strangulation began to wonder if Xiaoya would twist her neck when she landed, or simply fall until she fainted; Will the prosthetist be able to treat the wound, or is he not here at all and happens to be out of the house?

Compared with non-urgent matters such as "how did the bad man escape" and "why can he speak again", the human life is more important than the immediate life. He had to make sure that Xiaoya was really being beaten

Doctors resuscitate.

He didn't want to sacrifice his life to save a life, but he was buried again because of such a strange little negligence.

If the doctor is really not there, he must take Xiaoya to another hospital immediately.

"No, I mean really...... It's me underestimating you. I thought you brainless lion was also a 'scum,'" I thought."

The inferior man held a cigarette in his mouth, and his expression was a little complicated: "As a result, you actually choose to save others first than your own life... This isn't the ruthless 'strangulation' I know.

"Or will I simply call you Mahavira in the future? The name Mahavira...... Great heroes? Or do you call you Nobita?" 「… Whatever you want."

The face of the lion is terrifying enough to be frightened: "You will talk about those long-winded things later...... I'll go see how it goes."

"Oh, then you can go."

The inferior stood motionless, watching Mahavira walk with some hesitation and some caution, and came over in two steps. It was as if it weren't a hospital, but an enemy camp full of ambushes.

Tut......

He took a hard drag on his cigarette and looked at the back of Mahavira with a puzzled expression.

The inferior also knows the details of strangulation.

Although he didn't know enough about spells, he could also see that the aphotic shield that was activated before the strangulation was definitely fueled by "love", and only the emotion of "love" would be so bright and stable that it could attach to the two of them at the same time, and become fierce at the same time with the separation of the two and the sacrifice of strangulation.

Is the love between the victim and the saved....

… I've only been away for a day, what the hell is going on? Is it possible that there is a love in this world that is born "in one day"? The most unbelievable thing is that it actually befell the bloodless and bloodless villain?

Am I not in a coma for half a day, but in a coma for half a month?

The heart of the inferior is full of doubts.

He felt like he had missed a season.

「…… It's good. The most powerful thing about love is its power to influence."

He sighed and whispered a poem Russell had recited, "I would rather walk with the people who walked, than stand still and watch the procession pass,..." He looked around, intending to find a good door, and quickly tell the ultramarines the news.

The lion has finally come to us.