Extraordinary: Start with owning the system

A series of questions made Tie Guosheng frowned unconsciously, and he said after a while: "The word pollution is set by the third sequence, which refers to the erosion of the mind or body by negative energy or special energy, causing irreversible damage. harm.

Mental pollution usually manifests as altered behavior, schizophrenia, and extreme aggression.

Body pollution usually manifests as organ deformities. It is not surprising to have an extra foot or hand. After being polluted, the physical fitness will increase greatly, far exceeding that of ordinary people.

As for the pollutants sent back from the New World, it is highly suspected that they are strange creatures from the ground. No one knows the specific appearance of this creature except the third high-rise in the New World.

The news I received was only to arrest him as soon as possible, and the other information is no less than you know.

Emerald City is neither big nor small, even if all the local security command and night watchman troops are scattered, the military department will not send a large number of soldiers to block it in a short time, after all, the impact is too great. broken.

In order to avoid civilian casualties, only the nearest troops can be used for support. "

This is Tie Guosheng's rhetoric, but Wang Luo is sensitive to the fact that there is moisture in it, not to mention it is false, at least it is mixed with his own selfishness.

Wang Luo smiled, put his legs directly on the table, and said slowly: "From the point of view of the military, they don't care about the so-called pollutants, because if there is no isolation, these pollutants will soon be annihilated by the will of the world.

Your eagerness to seize pollutants is definitely not a high-sounding rhetoric related to civilian casualties. What you want to do has nothing to do with me, but don't take me for a fool, and don't try to use me.

Because the consequences of doing so are absolutely impossible for you to bear. "

Tie Guosheng's face changed, and he finally said: "Yes, I need pollutants to resist the erosion of the world's will, but it should not harm you."

"Actually, I don't care about these things. How about this? I will transfer the night watchman troops into Emerald City tomorrow morning, and I will go to see it myself. I'm actually quite interested in pollutants." Wang Luo said with a smile.

"Curiosity usually kills the cat, as long as you don't regret it, of course I don't mind." Tie Guosheng said flatly.

Tie Guosheng never thought that Wang Luo would swallow the pollutants for himself. If it weren't for his identity as a ghoul, it would be someone of another race who would die if he touched it.

The two reached an agreement with their own ghosts, and trust would never exist.

Wang Luo arranged for Nantian Rina to lead the night watchmen to enter. These night watchmen soldiers all used the latest large-caliber automatic steam rifles.

Among them is an elite team wearing simple steam-structured exoskeleton armor. The exoskeleton armor is not as good as real steam armor, but it can greatly enhance the soldiers' load-bearing capacity and provide some key defenses.

Wang Luo didn't follow along, but chose to go around Emerald City alone. He didn't deliberately hide his traces, and sat directly in the car of the Military Intelligence Investigation Department.

Tie Guosheng was well aware of Wang Luo's every move, and he didn't do anything unnecessary except secretly send someone to follow him.

On the surface, Emerald City seems to be calm, but in fact, the dark tide is surging, many forces are silent and dare not come out for activities, and there are many fewer people on the street.

Emerald City now has a permanent population of 30 residents in the urban area. Because of the previous cross-river bridge incident, the citizens have a lot of discussion. Many people with some family property emigrated and left because they felt unsafe. This also greatly affected the economy of Emerald City. , The streets are depressed a lot.

The slum industrial area in Emerald City is much larger than that in Linhai City, almost enclosing the entire city center. Like Linhai City, the sewage on the ground is flowing and filthy, but unlike Linhai City, it is full of dead air everywhere. .

Dead air is also a kind of negative energy, usually the soul fragments emitted by human beings before abnormal death, floating in the air because of resentment.

The driver of the car was one of Lan Gui's subordinates. His name was Lin Jun. He was taciturn, but he was very measured, especially he was familiar with the surrounding underground forces.

"Sir, the largest underground force in Emerald City is called the Tiger Club, and its headquarters is in this gun shooting club. On the surface, it operates legally, but in fact, the boss, Nanbohu, is engaged in the underground arms smuggling business.

But this kind of person is just hanging out in the local area and dare not go out at all. "Lin Jun said dismissively. He has reason to be proud, because the Blue Ghost's power has expanded rapidly, and he has completely looked down on third-rate organizations like the Tigers.

"Go, go down and have a look, maybe you can get some unexpected news." Wang Luo said lightly, moved his neck, and made a crackling sound.

Lin Jun respectfully ran out of the car in the rain, and then walked into the shooting club holding an umbrella for Wang Luo.

Maybe it was because of the morning, there were no guests in the club yet, and there were a few guards in the corner of the spacious hall, holding beer, looking at Wang Luo and Lin Jun with unusual vigilance, as if they were considering their identities.

Wang Luo clearly felt the murderous aura emanating from these people, raised his brows slightly, went straight to the counter, rang the bell, and said, "Is anyone there?"

"What's the matter? Mister, it doesn't seem like you should come here. Tell me what you want to do." An obese middle-aged man came out from behind. He weighed more than three hundred catties. He has a full beard, a skull turban on his head, and tattoos all over his arms and neck.

Wang Luo took out a pistol from his waist and put it on the counter, and said, "I want to equip this gun with a suitable bullet, do you have any recommendations?"

This gun looks very delicate, the whole body is matte black, a line of ancient runes is written on the barrel, and there is a five-pointed star on the handle, which is full of artistic atmosphere. Does not reveal the unusual features of this gun.

The fat man's face changed in an instant, his eyes couldn't help revealing uncontrollable greed, he swallowed hard, and said, "This gun looks familiar, could it be you who stole it?"

After speaking, he winked at several guards in the corner, and those guards stood up one after another, then blocked the door indistinctly, and at the same time pressed the holster around his waist with their hands.

Lin Jun laughed back angrily, and said, "You rubbish want to eat black, and you don't even look at who is in front of you?" Then he pulled out the dagger from his waist and stuck it hard in the counter. On the table.

The force was so great that half of the blade was inserted into the counter table, causing the oak table to tremble violently.

Even so, the gun on the counter remained motionless, pressing heavily on the counter.