Bai Zhe raised his head and waved his hand at the liar on the stage, and the other party also noticed him.

Victor watched as the strange young man bowed to him and then disappeared into the crowd. I was vaguely impressed, but I couldn't remember who it was.

There was a renewed commotion in the audience, and he felt that something was wrong.

According to the plan, Moya immediately reposted the video tweet, calling on local residents to resist the gang organization that deceived everyone.

[Don't be deceived again, don't reconcile with them again!]

Kite Street has been mired in violence and chaos for far too long, running morbidly under the ravages of gangs, medicines, and crime.

It's not a fertile land for prosperity, but we can give it hope. 】

The drummer who was drowsy held his head in thought, and then held back these two sentences.

We have been waiting, waiting for someone to save us from the rust. But there has been no hero for a long time, and maybe there will never be.

We must kill poisonous insects with our own hands, we must cut off the corrupted flesh with our own hands, and we must rebuild order in Kite Street with our own hands!

Join us in driving out the violent gangs and boycotting the Blue Amber! 】

When writing this passage, Mo Ya had a different feeling about Bai Zhe's confession for "Rust". Did he think so too?

As the video tweets were retweeted and spread, the protest scene became vibrant, and the scolding was shocking.

Victor on stage heard some fragmented words, but couldn't understand what was happening.

The driver standing in the back turned pale and handed the terminal to the leader, on which a video was played.

Did Gamez really defect?

No, it's a record in her memory chip. No, her memory chip isn't that easy to crack.

That is when Gamiz was taken prisoner and provided with a video under coerced confession. No, it's possible that she actually defected.

Victor clicked on the video repeatedly, his brain confused, and he completely lost his cool.

Whew——!

The iconic roar exploded in people's ears.

They looked back and saw a fiery red open truck. The little drummer stood on Rogge's mechanical arm and waved at everyone, and the old man Falken next to him also laughed and shook his fist.

People seem to be aware of what a few of the leading organizers have done during their disappearance.

Bai Zhe jumped on the truck, looked at the crowd in front of him, and looked at the vehicles and pedestrians rushing behind him.

"Gangsters get out of Kite Street!"

Boss Lawrence mustered up his courage and yelled.

"Liar get out of Kite Street!"

"Marano get out!"

The roars grew louder and louder, and the crowd began to riot.

The momentum of this roar finally has a little bit of Sooko's appearance.

Moya jumped from the mechanical arm and connected to the sound of the drum kit. Today's drum beat doesn't have to be dull, it doesn't have to be complicated.

She raised her arm, and the drum stick fell like a hammer on the drum surface.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The drums are bright and exciting, like thunder on the earth.

Crowds of people poured towards the production site, moving unstoppably to the beat of the drums.

There were more than twice as many gangsters guarding the door, but they kept instinctively retreating, and no one dared to draw their guns.

The thunderous drums crushed their fighting spirit. This is the war drum of the counteroffensive.

"You lackeys are still guarding him!"

"If you have the guts, shoot it, is it powerful to put on a few more prosthetics!"

The Marano family was about to be submerged, and Victor on the stage was like a lonely boat in the stormy seas.

He instinctively turned on all the weapon modules on his body, the large-caliber barrel protruded from all over his body, the tactical knife popped out of the outside of his arms, and the electromagnetic pulse and blasting modules activated the charge.

The sense of danger causes Victor to turn his gun on the crowd, but reason tells him that he must never shoot.

The thugs around had never seen the leader so panicked. Fully armed, his body was shining with lightning, but there was only confusion in his eyes.

Jet wing starts.

Four triangular wing-like machines pierced the suit and ejected from Victor's back, sending a high-pressure stream of air from the jet pipe.

The leader of the Marano family, who flew into the air with two boxes of white agent, fled from the scene.

This suffocating scene directly made the eyes of all the gang members go black, turned into a bunch of headless flies, and the blockade collapsed.

They began to flee as people slammed open the gates and poured into the production sites.

The machine for synthesizing blue amber was quickly smashed, the raw materials for production were moved out of the factory for unified disposal, and the finished blue amber was thrown into the furnace and burned at high temperature.

The leaders have been maintaining order to prevent crowding and stampede, and to prevent people from getting too excited and causing fires.

Mo Ya put down the drum stick and held the big horn and roared, and everyone remembered this super strong little girl.

The whole process of people breaking through the blockade of the gangsters and destroying the Blue Breath production line was recorded by hundreds of cameras, setting off a huge amount of discussion on the Internet.

This was the first successful Lanpo protest in the border area, and it was organized entirely by local residents.

Kite Street, the border area of the 12th Ring Road of the Star City, is small and transparent, and has gained the strongest sense of existence since its birth, like a piece of burning scrap metal.

People cheered and celebrated this extraordinary victory.

Countless people who have seen their success, who are dissatisfied with the status quo in the border areas, who are angry at the legalization and proliferation of narcotic drugs, empathize with their joy.

That's a good feeling.

Bai Zhe squinted his eyes, leaned on the car and felt the late autumn sun, showing warmth in the cold.

He had a wonderful feeling that their work wasn't really finished until this moment. It's no longer just a piece of entertainment to be displayed in a window for people to enjoy and review.

"Moya! Rogge! Plank spanker! ”

"That's Bass! One more time, Rust! ”

"The bassist is called Fair-skinned!"

Whew——!

Whew——!

The two roars overlapped in Bai Zhe's ears. The first sound is a synthesizer, and the second sound comes from his terminal.

That's fine. He shrugged, slung the bass over his shoulder, and began to bumble.

What did Zuo Ming say, he is the soul of the band, what can I do without him.

Sing high, sing about victory, sing about the future.

Amid the roar and drums, they felt like they were burning with the crowd.

The same rhythm, the same effects and atmosphere, but when I performed again, I had a different feeling.

Beneath the dark and gloomy waves, there was an unquenchable flame that burned as hot as the sun.

[Transmissibility: 23]

[Obsession: 1/3]

"Is the city dying? The answer is noisy. ”

"Who are you waiting for!"

+1 Obsession

The people at the scene were immersed in the song, waving to them and shouting along with them.

+1 Obsession

......

At the end of the song, 4 new points of obsession have been added.

Probably at such a fiery moment, at the moment of breaking free from the fading of rust, it is easier to understand Sooko's roar.

I've finally completed the commission.

[Do you receive commission remuneration?] Yes / No]

Be.

【Completion of Entrustment】

Bai Zhe saw a rusty fire that flew towards his chest.

No, there was a second spark, burning and flying towards Moya.