Overturned Tower

But at that time, Russell hadn't retrieved the memory of his previous life.His knowledge is relatively shallow, and his character is relatively soft.

Although Russell noticed something was wrong at the first time and became suspicious, he was not too wary of the other party.

In other words, Russell is habitually hoping to please the other party.Use the image of "answering all questions" and "gentle attitude" to prevent the other party from attacking yourself.

But after retrieving the memory, Russell realized more things: for example, the robber was obviously taken aback after seeing the gun on the table, and immediately became wary of himself-this shows that even if he is It is also difficult for them to bring this kind of thing on the airship.Russell didn't know this model of gun, but the robber had a very obvious greed for that gun, even when he beat Russell, he was unwilling to let go of his hand, and he was not willing to hit him with the butt of the gun.

This all shows the preciousness of this gun.

Considering that this big white-haired dog has never been infected with the virus from the very beginning...

"You are the one from the Tower of Babel, right?"

Russell said slowly: "You didn't board the plane through the usual way, but was directly teleported to my room by some means. Therefore, you were not photographed by the outside surveillance, nor were you noticed by those gangsters.

"You are following the stolen or leaked Babel virus. Of course, it is not ruled out that this virus was sold on purpose by you. But in any case, your position in this incident will not be' victim'.

"Am I right...Your Excellency Nan Liujing?"

Russell said the name in his memory without warning.

He didn't have any evidence, just a pure, intuitive temptation.

But seeing the unsurprised and unwavering reaction of the other party, Russell knew that he had made the right bet.

I didn't know him at first, but after I got the virus, I knew his name...

This kind of abnormal behavior is also expected by the other party, if he is not surprised at all, then he is probably the "Southern Flow Scene" that sealed his memory back then.

"What will you do next?"

Russell asked sharply: "I guess, you will drive those people to death...and then throw the blame on me?"

His hands hang down naturally.

Between Russell's right index finger and middle finger, a faint halo emerged.

It's like the light reflected on clean glasses, so faint that it's almost imperceptible.

This time it was not the scalpel that appeared before, but the blade of a razor.Because it can "not exist", so you don't need to worry about hurting yourself or getting out of your hand.

Compared with the scalpel that Russell's mother Alice is good at using, the blade is a more suitable weapon for Russell.

Seeing Russell guarding himself like a cat with an arched back, the corners of Nan Liujing's mouth rose slightly.

He didn't answer Russell's question, just stepped forward.

Not afraid of the phantom blade between Russell's fingers at all, he squatted down and straightened Russell's collar.

This was caused by Russell being punched in the face by the mercenary before, like a Kamen Rider who was kicked until he was untransformed and rolled on the ground with his mouth closed and his eyes closed.

After that, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"That way I can rest assured."

His tone became relaxed: "I was still worried just now... If you are really naive, it is best to find a way to drive you back. If you trust others too much, you can't survive on Happy Island Now it seems that at least you are still a little vigilant.

"And you were on guard, but didn't really attack me, which shows that you are also rational enough. You can judge the strength and weakness, and distinguish between the enemy and the enemy.

"That's how it should be—even if you know that the other party may not be an enemy, you must be on guard; even if you know that you are definitely not the other party's opponent, you must not give up resistance."

As he said that, Nan Liujing smiled and touched Russell's head: "I hugged you back then. When you were a baby... I was considered your elder. Your mother never taught you these principles... I to teach you."

Russell's ears twitched, but he didn't break away from his grasp.

At the moment when the other party touched him, a flash of understanding suddenly flashed in Russell's heart.

"You're going to use me."

He raised his head and said softly to Nan Liujing who was a head taller than him, "But you won't kill me."

Hearing this, Nan Liujing was taken aback.

For the first time, a genuine smile appeared on his smiling face.

"The second half of your sentence, it comforts me. But you know what, Russell—it's not nearly as comforting as the first half."

Nan Liujing said slowly: "It seems that you are much more mature than you look.

"I'm just using you, but that's not a bad thing. It's a hundred times more dangerous to have no value to be used than to be used. When you still have value, you will be safer than others."

Looking at the thoughtful Russell, Nan Liujing added: "Also, if you can, it's best not to call me by that name. It makes me sick."

Not for privacy... but for disgust?

Russell's heart skipped a beat.

"Then what should I call you?" he asked.

"'Bad Day'. This is my code name, Bad Day of [Babel Tower]," the big white-haired dog code-named "Bad Day" smiled, "but it is best not to mention this name outside, especially Don't let people know that you are related to me, or you will get yourself into a lot of trouble.

"Of course, maybe in the near future...you will see this name on the wanted notice on Sky Island. Don't mention 'Southern Stream' either, or those elves may trouble you."

Chapter 5 Heroes

"'Nanliujing' or 'Bad Day', which one will be more troublesome?"

Russell asked suddenly.

In admiration of Russell's sharpness, Bad Day nodded appreciatively, patted Russell's head and stood up.

His tall figure cast a thick shadow in front of Russell, and his one mechanical eye reflected a disturbing blue light.

"That's a whole different trouble. One is like a rotten apple, and the other is a beautiful apple drenched in venom."

The hypocritical smile on his face all the time gradually dissipated and faded, and remained like a glare after looking at the sun: "If it were me, I would rather choose the latter."

Russell's ears twitched suddenly.

Not because of fear, but because he heard very light, tiptoe footsteps coming from the corridor outside the door.

This should be the accomplice of the head at his feet.

Seeing that he entered this room for a while but hasn't left, and hasn't contacted... that's why he came to check and urge.

Pretty...professional?

But before Russell reminded Bad Day that there was someone outside, Bad Day stretched out a finger and put it quietly in front of his mouth.

Russell suddenly understood.

Since I can hear it, I should be able to hear it on a bad day.

Dogs have no worse hearing than cats.

Bad Ri raised his right hand, showing Russell the "props" in his hand like a magician.

It was a data chip.Not the kind of complicated chips that everyone uses in the back of their heads... but data expansion cards like those used in mobile phones or game consoles.

It is only the size of an index fingernail, and it is marked with an orange-yellow pattern and a green light.

"Let me teach you a lesson, Russell...this is your first lesson when you come to Happy Island."

Bad Day did not deliberately suppress the sound, so the sound of footsteps outside suddenly disappeared.

But he just casually inserted it into the chip interface behind his ear.

The azure blue gleam at the bottom of his pupils was instantly covered by orange light.

At this moment, the sound of card swiping came from the door again.

The security code for the first-class cabin seemed to be nothing—the gangster with a murderous weapon planned to use the employee card to open the door like the guy before.

Russell looked at the door as calmly as possible, his slightly fried tail raised high.

He was prepared to roll sideways to avoid bullets if he heard something or saw a door open.

however--

A weak fluctuation swept Russell's body like static electricity.It made him feel a sudden tingling in his back.

"Bah!"

"bump!"

The next moment, Russell clearly heard the sound of glass shattering coming from outside, as well as the man's cries of pain.

"—If you want to kill people. Remember that the most important thing to do is to blow up all the surveillance cameras and cameras around you."

As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly and took out the chip behind his ear.And replaced it with another faint green chip.

Although the bad day has not yet turned back, Russell still clearly saw that the green light of the used chip turned into a flashing red light.

……what is that?

Disposable spell scrolls... something like that?

Just then, the door opened.

A masked man with a shattered left eyepiece and bleeding blood rushed in together with another well-equipped masked man with a curved horn on his head.

The characteristics of their spiritual relatives are well hidden, and it is difficult to see what race they are.Russell was not skilled enough to directly judge the opponent's race through the horns.

It was as if he had been prepared—he immediately rolled over to the side, hiding himself in the shadow of the table that had tilted and fallen.

And the opponent did not disappoint Russell.

Although they did not use grenades, they also fired at the room as soon as they opened the door.

However, the bullets of those two people did not hurt the bad day with their backs at all.

Because a hemispherical barrier, like a shield, covered him and Russell.The bullets deflected around him as they approached him—making dense cracks in the reinforced windows of the room.Those walls decorated with expensive artworks instantly became riddled with holes.Paintings and sculptures were torn apart by the storm of metal.

The next moment, a small hole in the window was shattered—the strong suction from the outside shattered the glass in an instant, and the room seemed to be hit by a hurricane.Russell subconsciously lay on the ground and grasped the corner of the overturned tea table so that he could lean against the heavy table without being sucked out.

The box that held the portable shotgun had been sucked out of the window in the wild storm.

Even so, the gunfire did not stop.

Because those two mercenaries obviously knew that the temporary psychic power obtained by using a one-time memory chip would not last too long.The flying altitude of the airship is not as high as the "civil aviation airliner" in Russell's memory, so even if the window is smashed, it will not cause too rapid hypothermia and hypoxia.

But in this case, once shot, the blood is sucked out.

"...Next, the second point."

Amidst the deafening gunshots and the sound of the wind, Bad Ri's long white hair fluttered wildly in the wind.

He turned his back to the gangster and faced the broken window, his calm voice became like a whisper in the fierce wind: "If you can't completely hide your existence and leave the scene quietly, then at least be prepared to be able to Evidence to prove your innocence.

"For example, now—when the other party has used a lethal weapon, you can get the power to use cold weapons to fight back infinitely. This is the rule that applies on Happy Island.

"And after the actions of the other party have created an urgent threat to multiple targets...

"Even if you kill the other party, you will not be arrested by the head office, and you will even be rewarded. This is a rule that applies to any sky island."

--rule.

It's just the rules.

The dragon does not allow the elves to issue "real" laws that apply to everyone.The "Company Law" established by the head office of each sky island will only take effect among the employees of the head office and the many subsidiaries controlled by the head office.

These mercenaries who are extrajudicial lunatics will not be ignored and cannot be sanctioned - after all, they have lost their citizenship rights after losing their identity codes.As long as they are arrested, they can be expelled from the floating island.

Exiled to a land full of radiation and curse, or simply thrown into the sea.Anyway, the ending is the same.

But even so, "killing" without any reason is not allowed.

Get to the bottom of it...in a world without governments, countries, armies, and laws.

Everything can only rely on "rules".

Flexible rules.Rigid rules.

Rules that have never changed.The rules change every day.

Bad Ri unhurriedly pulled out a knife handle from his chest.

There is no blade or gauntlet, just a short stick with an ordinary hilt.

It can't even be considered a "broken sword", because it doesn't even have a single bit of steel blade, and it's completely made of wood.

From any point of view, it has no lethality, and the only effect seems to be to hypnotize oneself "holding a weapon".

"Because, people would call someone like that...

"--【hero】."