Chapter 1943: Arrangements and secrets

A few dozen seconds later, Peter was holding a bottle of soda with tears in his eyes, and sitting on the ground panting.
This is not because he wants to cry. The main reason is that the nerves are disturbed by electric current, and the lacrimal glands and nasal mucus can't be controlled at all. Fortunately, there are carbonated drinks that can comfort his injured heart.
"Your performance is very poor, I'm afraid you don't have any fighting talents to dig."
The death knell and Thor stood side by side, and the black shadows of the two were cast on Peter's face. The cold words made the boy despair.
After all, predators still have to rely on their fists. If they can't fight, then the future will definitely be bleak.
"Why are you all human, but so strong?" He sucked his nose and asked, raising his head.
"Because... I'm the death knell!" The captain squatted down, a black and yellow mask covering all the boy's sight, an endless sense of oppression came as the hood, but in a flash: "But since you On my boat, I have to find a way out for the third in command of the crew, the dancer, Peter."
"Really?" Peter cheered up again. For some reason, he suddenly felt that this family member named Death Knell was actually a good person: "It would be better if you don't emphasize my position."
"Don't escape the reality that you are useless except for dancing! Let's go, we said while walking on the road." The death knell pulled him up, and after observing the approximate direction, the three of them walked towards the city.
The surrounding garbage mountains are endless. Many times, Peter feels that someone is staring at him behind him, as if he has fallen into a spider hole. There must be more than eight eyes around him.
However, the death knell completely ignored this. It was the confidence brought by the strength. He walked ahead and opened the way, and asked the boy:
"There is a saying on the earth, "Diaosi rely on mutation, rich people play technology, I have to know if you have money, and then decide your development route."
"Mutation?" Peter was just a schoolboy, he was a little strange to this word.
The death knell nodded, his back looks very tall, it is the style of the guide: "It is to implant some flies, geckos and other cells for you to see if you can become a half-human, half-monster type. These changes are often It will bring a good combat power. I guess if you become a maggot man, you are likely to gain the super power to digest the excrement of other creatures."
"Uh...drinking pee is my bottom line, eating is really unbearable." Not only does Peter feel sick, he can even make jokes.
After testing, Su Ming judged that Peter had a good resistance to ‘shit piss’, no wonder he could become friends with Wade after he became a star in the future.
"Then do you have money?" The death knell was not surprised, and asked him again: "If you have money, first buy a Cree's individual uniform from the black market, and then buy a few Scroo weapons to make A good ship, buy thousands of armed robots, then you can make your debut."
Peter threw the empty soda bottle aside, put his hands in his pockets and turned them out. Those pockets were cleaner than his face: "I don't have any money either. This time the money was knocked away by Yongdu, and the savings are still on the battleship. on."
The death knell leading the way in front sighed, shook his head, and pointed at a small spaceship flying in the sky: "Did you see what it is?"
"A small cargo ship...You mean I don't have money to grab it?" Peter seemed to be instantly enlightened, and he seemed to understand something.
However, the spacecraft flew behind the three people, came to the top of a trash mountain and opened the bottom hatch, all kinds of trash scattered all over the ground.
Then the spacecraft shook a few times in the air, as if it had cleaned up, closed the hatch, turned and flew back to the city.
"I mean you shouldn't be at the bottom of the ship, you should be in the ship, you are just rubbish." The death knell duly explained to Peter what he meant by pointing to the spacecraft, and shook his head disappointedly: "I don’t want to change without money, almost It's not saved."
Peter's face stretched out, isn't human tradition respecting the old and loving the young? Why does this adult man always hit his young heart?
Too cruel! It's too dark!
However, there is still a light in the darkness. As a little wit, Peter found the clue in the death knell's words: "You said...almost?"
"Yes, you also have a good brain, not at a mentally retarded level." The death knell walked to him, his heavy hand hooked the boy's neck, and he walked towards the city with his arms around him: "You have no talent for fighting, and no money. , With no chance to mutate, there is only one way left, and that is to become a gunman."
"The gunman?"
"As long as the mercenary who can complete the task is a good mercenary, it doesn't matter what method is used to achieve the goal. And the predator wants to kill, not necessarily through fighting or super powers, a pistol can achieve the goal."
While speaking, the death knell took out an energy pistol from his pocket and handed it to Peter. It was a little bigger. After all, it was the plasma pistol of a star warrior. The boy held it like a plasma cannon and pressed him down. The rod bends.
"This, too! Heavy! That's it!"
There were a few blue veins on Peter's face, and he couldn't even step out.
"Is it heavy? Daisy." Su Ming tilted his head.
The female Thor raised her little finger and hooked the plasma pistol: "It's not heavy at all."
The death knell glared at Peter, hating iron is not a steel road: "Look at you, you don't even have any strength, you are almost hopeless, do you think you are the protagonist of the universe?"
"How do you know..." Peter covered his mouth carefully, and he felt the death knell see through his secret.
The death knell rubbed his head and continued to drag him forward: "Hey, you usually have to close your eyes and listen to the Walkman when you walk. If no one else sings loudly, they are all narcissists. This is not mind reading, but psychology. "
Daisy understands, no wonder the death knell always hits this boy, it turned out to be to make him live more realistically and not to be so conceited.
In the face of frequent danger, excessive self-awareness can indeed kill people.
Peter embarrassedly pulled a headset out of his ears, turned off the Walkman on his belt, and said embarrassedly: "My fault."
Su Ming put away the plasma pistol, took out a 9mm Wilson 17 pistol again and threw it to the boy, and gave him a few magazines: "Your only way out is to be a dancing male assassin. Use ghosts and animals to paralyze the enemy. , Suddenly violent at a critical moment, use firearms to solve the problem, practice marksmanship and driving well, you can run if you can't fight."
The boy's eyes seemed to open up suddenly, he saw a clear path, and this was the guidance given to him by his predecessors who were also humans, and it should be the most suitable path for him.
Shoot while dancing?
There seemed to be various movie clips of spear fighting in his mind. How handsome is that?
"Thank you! Captain!"
"You're welcome, you have to work hard for this action. If I ask you to kill, you will kill whoever. When I ask you to dance, you have to dance, understand?" The death knell is still that way, as if everything is in his expectation. Among them: "Okay, you shut up, someone is looking for me."
Just like what he said~EbookFREE.me~ At the entrance of the city not far away, a dark shadow is walking out of the dark, unable to distinguish between the male and female figures hidden in a large black cloak, a kind of decay and destruction The breath followed.
"You shouldn't have come to see me, this time is very sensitive." The death knell came up.
"I just came to see what kind of person took the hammer, huh, just her?" A nice female voice sounded, speaking in standard English.
The death knell shook hands with the other party and lowered the volume: "You'd better go home quickly and prepare for the events of the gods' twilight. At most, there are still a few years left. Your brothers have arranged it?"
"The two of them really don't have any friendship with my sister, how about you?" The woman disagrees, she leaned on the solid shoulder, raised her hand to touch the death knell's face, and a sharp black stone slowly emerged from her hand. , Like a dagger.
Su Ming raised his hand and smashed the Black Stone, passing by with the woman: "I don't have much friendship with you. It was just business in the past. Don't be wrong... You two don't be in a daze. Keep up."
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