Shen Yuezhi looked at Brother Duomu's figure for a moment, and finally chose not to think about what had just happened.

It's just the last words of a dying and crazy man, full of prejudice.

Hardeman's words will not plant any mustard in Shen Yuezhi's heart, and the real brave should face that possibility.

If Hardeman's statement that he is also an exile is true, it will not change anything.

He has long known that most of the time human beings can only adapt to the environment, and transforming the environment is something that can only be done by human beings in an organized manner, or by a very small number of talented and aspiring people.

Under the general trend of a shattered world, under the sugar-coated cannonballs of the silver-gold union, people can often only obey.

Regardless of whether Hardeman was once a "brave man" or not, he was already that ugly "dragon".

Although he died a dignified death, killed by his own bullets in the contempt of the outcasts he despised, his past can also be a lesson for the past.

Wary.

Shen Yuezhi thought so.

"Thank you for your help." After Shen Yuezhi reacted, he immediately thanked Brother Duomu.

"It's supposed to be one of the cooperation projects, why are you still stupid, why don't you leave quickly?" After a few words, Brother Duomu glanced at the group of homeless people who were still in a daze next to him.

His strange eyes and unconventional outfit terrified him even if they didn't know his identity.

The ability to make bullets bend is even more awe of the homeless who have not really seen the world.

At the urging of Brother Duomu, the ranks of the displaced people also sped up.

With the coordination of the team led by Shen Yuezhi, the last group of people was dealt with quite quickly.

Sure enough, grace and power are combined, and sometimes a little operation is necessary.

Watching the last batch finish, after saying goodbye to Shen Yuezhi, Brother Duomu came to a tent that was empty not far away.

"It's me who has been staring at Hardeman, but it's you who went to appear before people." Mehta leaned one hand on the table and squinted at Brother Tamu.

"I asked you if you wanted to go, but you didn't need to say it because you were too troublesome." Brother Duomu revealed.

Meta rolled her eyes, but she had nothing to say.

It's true that he's just lazy, but he didn't expect to be so swaggering, and his tone and rhythm are so skillful after taking over the work.

At first glance, he is pretending to be a habitual offender.

Thinking back to the time when the two of them were in the Sunken Sky Island Group before, Brother Tamu seemed to be like this.

Don't talk and pretend to be a master, and talk less and be forced.

"The hearts of the people on the city's side were scattered, coupled with the previous two intelligent machines, the blocking force was completely lost, the nearest city and the two empty islands were liquidated early, and the signal on the silver-gold alliance side was hijacked by me. But it doesn't really matter whether it is hijacked or not, the signal says that the support will be delayed for a few days. Meta recounted the situation in the city and the surrounding area.

A few days of delay, to put it nicely, is essentially a refusal of support.

Whether it's because they know that things are difficult, or because of the most realistic shortage of manpower at the moment.

Anyway, a few days later, when the "support" from the silver and gold alliance comes over, it will definitely not be support, but to divide the pot and liquidate.

It is very much in line with the consistent style of the silver and gold union.

But it's a pity that there is no one in the city who can take over the pot and be liquidated.

The city's high-rise was cleaned up by the troupe, nominally to the outside world, of course.

Why did Hardeman break down so much?

If he doesn't run, then the last pot will all be buckled on his head, and he will be worse than dead under the punishment of the Silver and Gold Alliance.

"Looks like it's time for this side to be over." Brother Duomu said lightly.

"Well, it's time for us to think about evacuating, Master Ricardo has already communicated and allowed us to move the diocese to the next base of the displaced people's movement, which is indeed a good development opportunity." Mehta waved her hand.

"Then let's prepare our aircraft." Brother Tamu said so when he heard this.

"Huh? Don't you wait for the outcome of the battle over there? Meta said.

"If we win, we have to leave, the building is empty, and the two of us will revitalize the ruins no matter what, and leave it to the Spider God Sect to think about it for itself. If that side loses, the Scourge of Wisdom will also spread to the entire silver-gold union as a starting point, and then this world, there is no reason to stay here and be the first victim. Brother Tamu replied.

Meta thought for a moment: "I actually want to know the result, the final appearance of that sweeping robot looks bad, a feeling that the boss has been promoted and entered the final stage." ”

Ignoring it, Dormu reached out and retrieved the one-eyed raven from outside the tent and began to unwrap it.

The injury recovered well, and Brother Duomu did not continue to change the dressing, and it was almost the same if he applied some ointment.

The one-eyed crow gained its freedom, flapped its wings slightly, and was not unwell, and flew up and circled around the limited space of the tent before flying back to the hands of the multi-eyed brother.

Meta watched the scene and tried to reach out.

But sure enough, the dead crow ignored him.

Damn, he's the boss here!

Meta leaned down on the table in frustration and asked on a whim, "Who do you think will win in the end?" ”

"Of course, we will win in the end."

Meta nodded, not thinking much about it.

Brother Tamu teased the crow while watching the fierce battle in the distance in his mind.

……

The continuous bloody knife slash was calmly parried by the sweeping robot, and then seized the opportunity to push the tomahawk forward in his hand to break through the blockade of the knife and put it on Wan Yi's stomach.

Although this mysterious human is very powerful, it seems that the physical endurance is not as strong as the strength that matches the display.

But the hit of this blow did not give the robot vacuum cleaner any joy.

So far, it is not the first time it has hit Wan Yi.

However, the other party has an even more bizarre ability, and is not afraid of being hurt in the slightest.

Some of the seemingly customary dodges in combat are nothing more than traps.

As the battle progressed, Wan Yi gradually stopped pretending and began to show his deeper side.

Boom!

After a muffled sound, Wan Yi's figure was pushed up by a huge force, the blood in his mouth flowed, his internal organs were shattered, and there was no doubt that he was hopeless.

But it was one Wan Yi who flew out, and it seemed to have nothing to do with the spot, and it was another Wan Yi who used a short sword and a big sword to launch a crazy counterattack with his backhand.

The sweeping robot once again took over Wan Yi's moves, but as I said before, the attack strength of the humans in front of him is constantly improving.

According to the judgment of the sweeping robot, that short sword requires a lot of spiritual and even soul sacrifices to achieve such an effect, and the invisible big sword to exert its strength is just to require a large amount of life energy, which is simply and intuitively flesh and blood!

Both are held in the body of a person at the same time, both physically and mentally, and this absorption efficiency is enough to empty the human being in its perception in an instant.

But this strange human is different.

He is like a finger with two evil weapons, and the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, and he has no intention of being consumed at all!

The sweeping robot was suppressed by Wan Yi uncomfortably, but this time it failed to find an effective means of counterattack, but the coffee machine seized the opportunity from the side, and under the flash of golden light, several golden phantoms surrounded the sweeping robot.

The sweeping robot naturally won't give it a chance, its red eyes flashed, and the chaotic computing power poured out to fight against it.

The two shadows of red and gold are constantly intertwined around the two to offset them.

Boom!

But unexpectedly, one of the red figures failed to fully cope with the movements of the golden figure, and as a result, it fed back to the robot vacuum, and its head and neck were crooked, and its movements were lost.

The red and white blades of light staggered, and the pitch-black figure glided through the shadows, taking advantage of the void.

The robot vacuum's armor twisted and shattered, and it fell out with its tall body.

(End of chapter)