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It's a bit of a hiccup, but Mr. Eleven cleanly does his job of taking care of the scavengers who slip through the cracks.He still has a lot of work to do, and he doesn't intend to waste too much time on entertainment.

When he turned to leave, his mind had already entered the working mode and began to make plans for the next step.At this time, he heard a voice behind him and looked back.

He saw Tazito almost kneeling and crawling towards the pile of unloaded weapons. He didn't even wear pants, trembling like an abused child in an orphanage—that's normal, he just now She screamed so badly that her voice became hoarse.Maybe not so sober now.He finally crawled there, grabbed a small object, and looked up at Mr. Eleven.

Mr. 11 said coldly: "Don't try in vain, it's too ugly." He turned his head and walked forward.

A weapon small enough to be hidden in the hand can basically do negligible damage to a number.unless that's...

Thinking of that, an unpleasant uneasiness passed over his chest.He stopped again, turning his head suspiciously.Tazito grabbed the thing and was looking at him.This person has become like this, and there is still an unstoppable refusing to admit defeat in his eyes, and he will make love with him at all costs.

Mr. 11 recognized what was in his hand, and his eyes dimmed.

That's the controller for Lightning One.A tool designed specifically for capturing figures, the field generated by the current can effectively disrupt their energy fields and trigger their punishment mechanisms, causing them excruciating pain.It was the weapon that the scavengers used to attack him that day.

Almost as soon as he recognized the thing, Tazito quickly pressed the controller. Mr. 11's body shook violently.Looking down, he saw the "Lightning One" wrapped around his body.He finally showed a surprised expression - Tazito didn't approach him at all, when did he get involved?

The metal wires were entwined with countless electric lights, and they wantonly penetrated into Mr. 11's body.He couldn't move his upper body, accompanied by unbearable pain. Mr. 11 immediately stepped forward and rushed towards Tazito.With the expression that a villain should have, Tazito picked up the gun and pointed it at the controller, signaling Mr. 11 to take another step closer, and he would destroy the controller, and then don't even think about turning this thing off.His hands were still shaking, showing extremely unstable emotions, warning the other party that he could do anything.

Mr. 11 took two more steps without giving up, and finally stopped when Tazito's hand on the trigger became tighter, unable to accept that he was actually threatened by a human being.

A tiny drone flew in front of Mr. 11.He noticed the end of the wire tied to the drone.It turned out that Tazito relied on this to trap him without him noticing.

Even if the man is humiliated and fucked, he will always be a desperado.It's like a setting written in the core program that can't be removed, and it won't be conquered by any external force, neither sex nor violence.He will bounce back whenever he has a chance, even if the chance is slim, he will give you a fatal blow.

Mr. 11's facial coordination has been affected, making his expression appear grim.He nodded: "You are very good."

The metal wire wound around him a second time, and the interference of the energy field became even greater.The third lap, the fourth lap...Mr. 11 completely lost control of his body, swayed, and fell straight backwards, twitching under the electric light of the metal coil.

Tazito stared nervously at the fallen fellow.

This is the second reason why he must find the windbreaker back.Not only did he steal the controller from the scavengers that day, but he also stole a Lightning One.All in the windbreaker pocket.Tazito felt that he had to carry this thing with him, it was a weapon against wolves.

His knees were trembling nervously, and he couldn't use his legs. After slipping once, he still gritted his teeth and stood up.Like a battered battle droid that refuses to retire.He turned back and put on his pants, his movements were a little clumsy.Then he picked up the guns that had been thrown on the ground one by one, and re-armed himself.

He stumbled over to Mr. Eleven and looked down at him. Mr. 11 lay like a corpse, unable to even turn his head, he could only turn his eyes and stare at him sternly.

Just now he was extremely arrogant and did whatever he wanted to him, but now he is lying in a pool of blood like a pile of shit.Although it's all other people's blood, it still looks very cool.

Slowly, the corners of Tazito's mouth lifted and he smiled.

"Damn it." He snorted.

Because of the interference, Mr. 11 even lost his language ability, so he could only stare at him like this.It was a delightful look of embarrassment.Tazito admired him sullenly for a few seconds, drew his gun, and aimed it at his forehead.After making a few gestures, he changed his mind, moved his hand back, aimed at his crotch, and smiled at him.

Aware of his intentions, the other party showed humiliated anger on his face.Such intense and direct anger finally fully awakened Tazito from the disaster just now.His eyes regained their luster, and his smile became more murderous.One foot stepped on Mr. 11's chest, as if showing off his prey.

He smiled viciously and said, "Don't you want to? You can beg me not to do it." He shook his gun, admired the angry expression on the other side, and pulled the trigger.

He shot Mr. 11 in the crotch three times.

At the same time Mr. 11's body was being destroyed, a white battle robot waiting downstairs woke up, turned around and rushed upstairs.

Crouching with difficulty, Tazito rummaged through his battered trousers and picked out a shattered piece of humanoid tissue, which was his sex'organ—or had been.Now it's just a pile of pitiful cow shit with no visible raw material.

Tazito shook the piece in the air, shaking his shoulders with a smile: "What the hell is this?" Throwing it on Mr. 11's face, his face was still smiling, and his eyes turned cold.He rested his hands on his face and stared darkly at Mr. Eleven.

"Let's be clear, not everyone can be kept as a pet." He said coldly, with a villain's expression, he squeezed Mr. 11's mouth open, and was about to stuff the piece into his mouth.

At this moment, he felt a heavy blow to his body, and he rolled out and hit the wall.He was stunned, clutching his badly injured chest, and could barely breathe.If it weren't for the painkillers still working, it is estimated that the pain is hopeless now.

He raised his head with difficulty, and saw a mechanical arm draw an arc in the air, and flew back to a white robot.He had just been punched by that arm.

The robot walked to Mr. 11, protected him, and waited for the command to kill the enemy.

Tazito watched them nervously.The reaction and speed of that thing are not what ordinary firearms can deal with. I didn't expect Mr. 11 to carry this kind of bodyguard with him.

The robot received the first order, but it was not a kill.It squatted down and began to remove the metal wires from Mr. 11's body.Tazito quickly got up from the ground.He took two steps back, didn't care about anything else, turned around and ran.

When Mr. 11 regained his functions and got up from the ground again, Tazito had already sat in his car outside the window.The car starts and leaves quickly.

Mr. 11 looked at the large cloud of dust raised behind the car, and the anger on his face had not faded.

After a while, a wave appeared in those cold gray pupils.As if remembering an ancient joke, he chuckled lightly from his nose.

The battle robot on one side suddenly saw the once-in-a-lifetime smile of its master, and took a step back in fright, standing upright.

"He's funny, isn't he." Instead of being angry, Mr. 11 sounded horribly cheerful.

The battle robot blinked its eyes with two light spots in a daze, looked at the master's crotch in distress, then looked at his face, and spread his hands.