Jamal, the owner of the palace, looked at Li Xingyuan, who was picking out the flying steel pieces and bone stubble from his arm little by little, and his Caucasian face was clumped, as if he wanted to bite Li Xingyuan to death with that mouthful of golden teeth.

"You just beat him to death?"

"He attacked me first."

Li Xingyuan pulled out a piece of bald head embedded in his arm and threw it aside.

The 13.99x99 mm armor-piercing steel core bullet is outstanding, and a single bullet will blow up the bald head's modified head, even the strengthened skull can't withstand an armor-piercing shot at this distance, but his corpse is splashed everywhere, which has caused Li Xingyuan a lot of trouble, if you want to clean it up, I'm afraid you have to use something to pull out his fragments from the gap.

"There's surveillance to prove it."

Li Xingyuan gestured to the computer on the table, and he recorded the video of the conflict between the two - of course, there was nothing sensitive, but the bald head suddenly made a move, Li Xingyuan countered it with his Optimus Hand, and then inserted the barrel into his mouth and shot the picture.

"Can you explain?" Jamal said, "Why are you holding an anti-monk sniper rifle at him? ”

"Personal hobbies." Li Xingyuan shrugged: "He said that he couldn't speak without being shot at him, and he also said that the bigger the caliber, the better." ”

Jamal's face was hideous, as if he would blurt out a fart in the next second.

But in the end, he waved his hand and sighed.

"Who is he?"

"Employees of the Microcomputer Society." Li Xingyuan said truthfully, he could feel the incomparably itchy part of his wound, the nanobots that Hua Tuo spiders penetrated deep into his body were working, they were extremely efficient bioengineers, using blood cells and macrophages as materials to suture Li Xingyuan's wounds, and soon made it scab over: "I am working for one of the directors." ”

"And you just shot him to death?"

"Or else?" Li Xingyuan smiled: "If I don't kill him, he will kill me." ”

Jamal sighed again, and he moved the gold chain around his neck.

"So what are you going to do next?"

"Drive his car and take his body to Tokyo Bay."

Li Xingyuan said half-jokingly.

Jamal complained: "Do you think you yourself are a Japanese gangster in the 20th century? ”

He glanced at the scattered blood and limbs, and was silent for a moment.

"You can't stay in the Finch Palace any longer."

"I know." Li Xingyuan stood up and began to disassemble the sniper rifle and put it into the black box: "Anyway, rules are rules, right?" ”

Even if he recorded the evidence that the bald head did it first, the result now is that the bald head is dead, and he is still alive.

It's hard to say what kind of reaction the microcomputer knot society will make, but no matter what, Jamal will not let him stay in the palace.

Rules are rules, and it's fun enough to kill someone in the palace, and Jamal doesn't send a mission for others to hunt him down.

"If you solve the microcomputer association thing, then you are welcome back." Jamal took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, took out one and handed it to Li Xingyuan: "But now, I can't trouble others because of you." ”

Li Xingyuan shook his head.

"Quit it."

Jamal lit himself up, his face a little gloomy in the firelight.

"I don't know what you're doing, but you've been making a bit of a fuss these days...... There's no need to fight to the end with people you can't deal with, it's more important to be alive than anything else. ”

Li Xingyuan picked up the black box on his back, carried the corpse, and stood up.

"I still have a knife and six bullets."

He smiled.

"Enough to deal with them."

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Li Xingyuan wrapped his bald hand in a plastic bag filled with hot water, and waited until the bald fingers almost recovered to the temperature of body temperature before he put the other party's thumb on the car door.

"Welcome back, Operator Filicha."

The door of the microcomputer association sounded a pleasant prompt, Li Xingyuan opened the back door, carried the bald corpse to the back seat, and then came to the driver's seat in the front seat himself - he didn't have the slightest scruples throughout the whole process, even in the chaotic Shinjuku, a person swaggering to steal the car of the microcomputer association with a corpse wearing a cyan robe with the logo of the microcomputer association is still a pretty crazy thing.

Li Xingyuan didn't care about other people's eyes, he sat on the posture seat, turned off the car's default AI posture system, and a manual operating system that had obviously not been used for a long time popped out from the front of the driver's seat, Li Xingyuan was waiting for the ejection process, and also saw that in the co-pilot's position, there was a white short knife lying - like a white mold without color - that is, the magic weapon in the bald head's mouth, FlyCut.

Li Xingyuan picked up the fly, and the noisy sound of prompting recovery sounded, but Li Xingyuan didn't care about it, he looked at the fly, this kind of mass-produced magic weapon generally does not have an identification system, when Li Xingyuan's left hand touched the dragonfly, the white mold-like magic weapon did not have any reaction, but when Li Xingyuan touched the magic weapon with his heavenly hand, it trembled.

Like a child waking up, the white mold-like shape of the fly cut trembled, and finally turned into a crimson appearance, the delicate circuits covered its blade, and the weak aura made its light look a little dim, but it still trembled and flew in the air.

Li Xingyuan was stunned for a moment, and then realized what was happening, the material of the Optimus Hand is special, it is a spirit dyed alloy, Robert had mentioned this when he installed the Optimus Hand for him, but at that time Li Xingyuan didn't know what the so-called spirit dye alloy was, and only found this aspect on the Internet afterwards, and knew how valuable the Optimus Hand was.

With the help of the aura naturally generated by the Heavenly Hand, Li Xingyuan, a mortal who could not store and collect the aura originally, was now able to touch the realm of cultivation - activating the magic weapon with the body of a mortal, even if the connection with the magic weapon was extremely weak, it seemed to be nothing, but this was a rare miracle.

Li Xingyuan grabbed the steering wheel and stepped on the car's brake and accelerator at the same time.

The car distributed by the Microcomputer Association to the field employees let out an angry roar, and Li Xingyuan could see from the rearview mirror that the drone of the Microcomputer Association had begun to fly in his direction.

The idling rear wheels rubbed against the ground, and billowing white smoke rose from the tires, just like Li Xingyuan's provocation to the microcomputer association.

It's almost there.

Li Xingyuan silently counted down in his heart.

The car roared like a raging beast, and the engine equipped by the microcomputer association was indeed quite powerful, and Li Xingyuan could feel that the body was trembling, and it seemed that it was about to collapse like an arrow from the string at any time.

The drones of the Microcomputer Association were getting closer and closer, and their scarlet electronic eyes were confirming something, but when they were close enough to see Li Xingyuan's taillights clearly, Li Xingyuan, who had finally burned the temperature of the tires to the point where he even melted the tread slightly, finally began to move the brakes.

The beast is out of the cage.