Therapy Planet No. 13

"Everyone, come and see here... This is one of our most unique cloud clusters, because it looks like the signature mustache of Mr. Joshua, the current Minister of the Federal Ministry of Finance, so it is called 'Joe Bazi'..."

The voice of the volunteer commentator in front came, and Dong Yang, who had already explained the words countless times, looked back curiously at the two people who were "dating" and "you and me", and muttered in a low voice: "It's really strange fetal!"

Others will listen to the explanation more or less when they visit tourist attractions, but these two people seem to have no interest in this place, and they are so far behind... They can't hear it at all, okay!

"can hear."

Lu Yi pierced Dongyang's doubts indifferently.

"You don't understand, the meaning of dating is not to listen to explanations."

Angel held Louis' arm and raised it in a showy way: "Here."

She kissed Louis on the side of the cheek again, and added, "And this!"

Along the way, he was used to the daily life of these two people showing their affection every second, Dongyang was indifferent and even changed the subject naturally.

"Speaking of which I have a question."

She enthusiastically asked for confirmation: "The two of you can be chased by so many big shots, so you should know a lot of big shots, right? I heard that Minister Qiao started his career in logistics and transportation in his early years, right?"

"I heard that when he was running a long-distance transportation in the interstellar space, he would date a local woman before arriving on a planet. He could go to bed at night when he met during the day, and left in a starship before dawn the next day..."

Dongyang happily shared his gossip: "It is said that the number of his descendants is as many as the number of mustaches on his mouth! My God, so many descendants, you say... no matter how much money he has, it is not enough to share them people?"

Angel also showed an excited expression: "Oh? Really?"

Louis frowned and asked, "Where did you hear these rumors?"

"...Everyone said that..." Dongyang sniffed, unable to restrain his curiosity.

"It's true that he started in the transportation industry, but as far as I know, he hasn't married yet." Louie affirmed, recalling the materials he had memorized in the army.

Dongyang shook his head: "Oh, just because you're not married doesn't mean you won't have a one-night stand! You're just too old-fashioned, you're still so conservative no matter what your age!"

Louis: "..."

Suddenly, I felt that I was mocked by the little ghost.

"I'm just saying what I know."

"..."

Just as Dongyang wanted to refute, he heard the voice of the commentator in front of him suddenly excited: "And this! It is a new shape that has appeared in recent years! What can you associate with it? Can any friends guess it?"

A voice was eager to try: "Tower? No... This piece looks like a tower, but the extra piece looks like something."

Another said: "You mean the leaning tower of the Tower of Babel? It does look like it. The other side looks a bit like it to me...is it a mount?"

"A mount?" Another voice came out, "It can't be a horse, can it? It looks quite similar."

"Towers and horses? What's so strange about this, it's not everywhere in the streets."

Someone stood up to show off his knowledge: "You don't look like a Babel believer, do you? When I was in college, I wrote a thesis when I was studying 'Introduction to Contemporary Theology'. This sign is—"

"Holy Knights!"

Hearing that his answer was rushed to answer suddenly, the ostentatious person was also slightly taken aback: "How do you know?"

This should be regarded as a relatively unpopular knowledge point.

Looking for the source of the sound, I found that the one who revealed the answer was a volunteer commentator with a look of astonishment.

However, the commentator's eyes were no longer on the clouds.

Dongyang followed everyone's line of sight suspiciously and forgot about the past, only to find a large number of "black clouds" floating far away from the opposite crowd.

Fast, violent, with an unstoppable toughness.

"...I always thought it was the legend of those conspiracy theorists against Babel..." The previous showman muttered to himself, "I didn't expect it to be true..."

Before his words fell, he saw the "black cloud"—oh no—after approaching, everyone realized that it was a dark crowd—a corner neatly "protruded". raised an arm.

The arm stretched out a bit, and a little blue light slowly condensed in the black cloud, getting bigger and stronger...

There is no ban on guns in this space port, and many people recognized what it was, and a loud roar came from nowhere, waking up the curious crowd who were still watching: "It's a high-energy particle gun! Everyone run! "

However, at this time, the particle bullets of the same brush were fired in response.

Countless cyan flames bounced off the clouds, landed on the ground, and on the human body, they turned into orange-red flames in an instant, and there were many clouds that had never existed on this land in an instant.

"Cloud Capital" immediately became "Colorful Cloud Capital".

"Get out of the way!"

At the moment of accumulating energy, Lu Yi suddenly pushed Dongyang aside, and he and Angel cooperated tacitly to spread out from left to right.

The particle gun pinned to his wrist changed shape in an instant, and before firing, it was another round of merciless fire.

"Twenty people!" Angel shouted from the side, "I've never seen that model of gun! Have you ever seen it?"

From the intermittent gunpowder smoke, the figure of the visitor became more and more clear.

If it is said that the representative color of the Tower of Babel in the hearts of the people is pure and sacred "white", then this is obviously the naked "black" that stands on the opposite side.

They were uniformly wearing black windbreakers and leather boots. The stand-up collar was obviously longer than the standard length, and the zipper was pulled to the top, just covering half of the face, only revealing a pair of narrow and stern eyes under the black hood.

No matter from which angle you look at it, it is a very ordinary passer-by.

The only thing that can connect people with the so-called "religious knight" in ancient legends is the zipper puller in the shape of a small hollow tower.

I don't know what material it is made of, but the light passes through the hollow shape, casting giant tower-shaped shadows under their advancing feet.

Because they move with them, no matter how they walk, they step on the top of the tower with every step, as if they can go up another level with the next step, and no matter how they run, the tower follows behind like a shadow, which makes people immediately You can think of the alias of the Tower of Babel - Babel.

"No."

Louis responded to Angel's question in a deep voice.

She hid behind a small cart selling handmade souvenirs, and the muzzle of the gun stayed on the head of the stall owner for a second, "Get out of the way."

The owner of the car, who originally wanted to run away with his only property, immediately froze in fright and fled the scene of the crime quickly.

Pulling the bolt, Louie aimed at one of the men in black and pulled the trigger.

Seeing that the bullet was about to penetrate into the opponent's chest, a thin black tower-shaped light and shadow instantly bounced off in front of that person.

Moths to the fire.

The bullet became matte when it sank into the darkness, and the light, shadow and reality disappeared together.

"It's a protective shield."

Lui immediately said: "Instant! The number of times and the degree of energy that can withstand the attack are unknown! There is a risk."

If Louis can say the word "risky", it proves that "the risk is great".

Angel immediately understood: "Withdraw!"

This is the case in any place. The more powerful a place is, the more luxurious it occupies. Maybe these forces will hide when the crowd is dense, but as soon as they reach the base camp, their arrogance will become arrogant.

In an alley at the edge of a news distribution center composed of strongholds in the "Hive", naturally all the people gathered were a group of small groups with little influence.

There is no popularity, most of the houses are closed, and even the spider webs and weeds are spreading wildly.

At this time, at the end of the street, there was a sound.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

There was a quick knock on the door.

"Please come in—"

boom!

The sound of invitation and door breaking sounded at the same time, followed by an urgent and excited male voice: "Miss Zong! Something important has happened!"

Sitting at the desk, Zong Shili was quite helpless: "Huo Wen, how many times have I said this? It's not like we've just met for a day. When I'm working in the 'theater', just call me the editor-in-chief."

"Zong... the editor-in-chief." Huo Wen turned on the projection on his watch as he walked, "Don't worry about this, you should watch it first."

A 1:1 body-length light beam was projected on the spotlight table in front of Zong Shili's desk.

"There's been a shooting in Yundu." Huo Wen's tone was very hasty.

Zong Shili turned the electronic pen in his hand: "Shooting? Isn't it normal here? Let other newspapers go, it's not what we mainly report..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a huge explosion in the office, which almost knocked out the tinnitus of the two present.

Countless flames in the light beam filled Zong Shili's eyeballs.

"...This is my newly installed live broadcast equipment." Huo Wen explained apologetically, "The simulation degree of the live effect has reached 89.7324%...I'll turn down the sound..."

"--look at this."

Huo Wen suddenly fixed the screen, the infrared light on the watch pointed to a black corner in the cloud, and the button for adjusting the pointer was opened three times to zoom in and out, and the screen gradually enlarged to the black part.

"The sign, the horse, the leaning tower, black."

The screen zoomed out again, and it was fixed on the face of the person.

"It's a person taught by the Tower of Babel."

Huo Wen said succinctly: "This level of lethality and durability is absolutely impossible to be a weapon made by the people. It can only be a fine product that has undergone a lot of experiments and repeated processing in an organized way... I have also asked Miss Yue to check the weapon. It is neither an officially released legal weapon nor a high-level secret within the Almi Army, so far I can only think of one possibility..."

The young boy looked up, his eyes glowing: "There are rumors about the Tower of Babel teaching self-supporting armed forces..."

"it is true!"

Zong Shili immediately stood up from the chair: "Do you know why it appeared?"

Drop drop-

Huo Wen's wrist gave another urgent reminder.

The boy glanced at it, his tone trembling: "Zong Zong Zong Zong Zong Zong—editor-in-chief! It's the federal army! The federal army also appeared on the scene! The weapons are the new equipment just released this summer... I remember when the government promised this batch of Weapons will be used in..."

"New army."

Zong Shili reacted immediately, she unscrewed the coat hanging on the hanger, and strode out: "Go to the scene."

"Hey!" Huo Wen responded quickly, he hurriedly turned off the projection on his watch, "Do you want to call Miss Shangyue!"

"Call."

The door was slammed open, and there was a smell of dust that had been abandoned for a long time.

Huo Wen trotted after him while contacting "Miss Yue", the shadows of the two were stretched long by the sun.

After touching the main entrance of the house, it turned a corner upwards, covering the ancient house number on it:

Colosium & Flavi amphitheater.

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