I, the Three-Body Wallfacer, create the Containment Foundation

Moon stars are rare.

Huge neon lights are shining, and groups of people are walking on the street,

As one of the most iconic and prosperous areas in the United States, Times Square in Manhattan has always had more than [-] tourists at any time in the past.

But as the news of the upcoming Three-Body Civilization spread across the earth, Times Square began to cool down a bit.

But even so, even though it was almost two o'clock in the morning, there were still thousands of figures here venting their vitality, drunk with money.

And about three or four blocks from Times Square, on a street full of feasting lights, a limited edition crimson Bugatti Veyron was galloping crazily.

'Buzz! '

8.0TW16, 2.5km/h acceleration in 407s, and a powerful engine that can burst out at a speed of up to [-]km/h, let this beast roar to tear the night.

The wide tires wiped out blue smoke on the ground, and the streamlined body and roar like a mighty army caused countless citizens to avoid it.

"Yo Ho!.〃!"

Jerry was sitting in the second row, carrying a bottle of wine, with a scantily clad girl on the left and right.

Jerry stood up from the 120M/s car, raised his head and drank a bottle of wine, and threw it directly at passers-by in the distance!

"Go to his Three-Body Civilization!"

"Fuck him 400 years later!"

"Dry!"

"Hahahaha!"

Jerry laughed, and so did the other two girls, their blond hair shining intoxicatingly in the neon night.

Jerry's father is one of the most powerful congressmen in New York, and his mother is a successful entrepreneur and a regular resident of Time Magazine. She made her fortune in oil, gas and real estate, and established a huge business at the age of 40. empire.

His uncle is Godfather Watson, and his uncle is the head of the police department.

As a standard only child born with a golden spoon in his mouth, Jerry has had no worries about food and clothing since he was a child.

Jerry liked his name very much when he was a child, until one day he watched an animation called "Tom and Mouse", and he had a deep hatred for the name Tom.

Almost on the second day after watching the animation, Jerry took people to his school, beat up all the people with Tom in their name, and even beat the ribs of several classmates. interrupted.

This incident did not cause much of a stir at the time, because the principal of the school personally helped him suppress it without his parents coming forward.

Those parents who were beaten refused to accept the complaint, but the result was nothing. Instead, those students with Tom in their name submitted applications for transfer to another school one by one.

As an adult, Jerry inherited his mother's intelligence and father's ruthlessness, and created a mutual aid foundation when the Three-Body civilization came and all economies were in recession.

In just a few years, he has created his own world and lived a luxurious life.

After spending a lot of money in the bar tonight, Jerry decided to take his good brother Mike to Times Square, call ten of the most beautiful girls, let him feel the pleasure of bliss.

"Mike! Don't let me down tonight! These ten girls are all carefully selected by me!" Jerry shouted wantonly while holding a wine bottle, his handsome face was covered with red lips.

"I really don't know what those big shots are worrying about every day. It's still 400 years since the arrival of the Three-Body Civilization, and they won't even live in that era!"

"Happiness in time is the best life!"

Mike in the driver's seat was laughing, also carrying a bottle of wine, drunk and driving: "Ghost knows what those big shots are thinking, three-body civilization, take care of me!"

"Carpe Diem!!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Amidst a burst of laughter, Jerry asked Mike to pull the car over in an alley by the side of the road, and he walked down with a wine bottle, drunk.

"Wait for a while, I'll go and relieve myself!"

Mike whistled, "My dear Jerry, would you like Jessica to help me!"

Jerry cursed with a smile, took a sip of wine, and came to the alley.

The dark and damp alley seems to be a completely different world from the bustling Times Square outside.

There is no sound here, the sound outside is like a gray drum, and a little moonlight illuminates the wall.

With one hand on the wall, Jerry started to go to the toilet, but not long after he started, he suddenly cursed!

"Fake!"

Because in his line of sight, with the help of the moonlight, he could see a figure not far away, curled up in the corner of the alley.

He seemed to be particularly thin, pacing constantly, squatting in the corner not knowing what to do.

Seeing such an upside-down figure suddenly, Jerry was startled, and couldn't urinate immediately after halfway to the toilet.

After being stunned for a while, Jerry suddenly became angry, picked up the wine bottle and walked towards the figure!

"Fake!"

"Damn bum!"

"Who made you here?!"

Under the dark night, Jerry couldn't see the figure clearly, he could only see that his figure was extremely thin.

Although squatting in the corner, it can be seen that his hands and feet are long, with almost no muscles, and he looks like a malnourished homeless man.

Jerry walked over angrily, and the latter kept backing away, lowering his head to face the wall, speaking vaguely.

"．ˇPlease...please don't come over"

"please...."

"Don't, don't, don't look at me..."

This figure was particularly weird when speaking, many syllables were unclear, and the undead twitched violently, screaming with unknown meaning.

Seeing this, Jerry became even more angry!

He strode forward, rolled up his sleeves, and smashed the wine bottle on the head of the homeless man without the slightest hesitation!

'Kang! ! '

The figure staggered from the beating, blood mixed with some unknown mucus flowed down, splashing Jerry all over his body.

"Fake!"

Smelling the disgusting smell and stinky blood on his body, Jerry was furious!

"Damn bum!"

"There should be no shadows of you people in the Manhattan shield!"

Jerry, who was on alcohol, punched and kicked the homeless man!

'Pfft! '

'Pfft! '

The sound of blood splattered echoed in the alley. Facing Jerry, whose eyes were already red, the homeless man staggered from the beating.

But he kept his back to Jerry, murmuring indistinctly.

"please...."

"Dont look at me..."

"Dont look at me...."

"Ah ah ah..."

The less he resisted, the more angry Jerry became. He picked up a steel pipe from the ground and slammed it down on the homeless man's spine!

'Crack! '

Accompanied by a crisp bone breaking sound, the homeless man fell to the ground with a plop, as if he had no support.

But even so, it kept facing the wall, muttering in its mouth, and with its two skinny arms, it tried its best to climb far away.

Is this a broken spine?

The night wind blew Jerry's hair. He was holding the bloody steel pipe, and he recovered a little bit, but soon, his eyes became cruel!

Isn't he just a tramp!

What's the big deal?

Not to mention one such person, even if ten or hundreds of them die (Qian Nuo's) it doesn't matter!

Skinny people were crawling in the alley, and the smelly blood flowed on the stone slabs, blending inexplicably with the dark alley.

Jerry stepped forward with a grinning grin, and grabbed the homeless man by the collar.

"Head up!"

"what!!"

The homeless man still seemed to be struggling, and tried his best to block his face with both hands, not wanting him to see his face.

But Jerry shot directly, and two sticks broke his slender arm without any muscles.

'Crack! '

'Crack! '

Stepping on his broken hands, Jerry finally straightened the homeless man's face.

Jerry froze for a moment.

Because by the moonlight, he could see the tramp's face clearly.

It was an extremely weird face.

It was skinny and pale, as if it didn't have any pigment, and even the eyes on the huge skeleton were pale.

There is no nose, and the lower jaw of the mouth hangs down as if it has been torn apart. The cracked mouth is so big that it can almost swallow a whole watermelon, and it is full of rotten sharp knife-like teeth.

"Fack! What the fuck is this?!"

Jerry's pupils constricted, he stood up as if he was getting an electric shock, and stepped back a few steps, with a terrified expression in his eyes, half of the alcohol in his body was scared away!

What the fuck is this thing?

Halloween costumes?

It's not Halloween right now! !