Super Trick or Treat System

The aircraft leaned towards him, turned around, and lunged at him, and the smoke fell to the ground. It's like a bomb to destroy people in clothes. It will not hit ten yards away.

"Your mask!" Li Badi patted.

He helped Evelyn adjust. Rolling white clouds rolled around him. He held his breath, tapped his mask, and exhaled until his lungs were painful and his breathing was comfortable. The mask is effective protection. Then he hugged Evelyn comfortably.

They seemed to be surrounded by white mist for a long time. In fact, the clouds are so dense that the light around them gradually turns into a gray shimmer. But gradually, the mist gradually thinned. Then it moved aside. It drifted and disappeared before the wind hit the densely wooded forest.

The aircraft hovered overhead and flew silently. The mist gradually dissipated, and the pilot dived down. Li Bai emptied the ATM and attracted it to the thing. There is a crashing blue light. The machine tilted, spinning an almost vertical wing, the tip of the wing hit the swamp, and then it was splashed down by a huge mud. Everything is still.

Li Bai reloaded his ammunition and looked at it sharply.

"In any case, this framework has not been destroyed," he observed grimly. "The pilot thinks we are a gang. My gun proves him. Therefore, because the person in clothes did not catch us, he poisoned us." He stared again, eyes open. The pilot was completely still. "He might be eliminated. Hope so! I'm going to see."

Li Bai was automatically ready and moved towards the crashed machine. It splashed into the slime less than a hundred yards away. Li Badi moved cautiously. Twenty yards away, the pilot moved weakly. He bumped his head into some parts of the machine. After a moment, he opened his eyes and stared. In a blink of an eye, he saw Li Badi and convulsed. The shining thing in his hand-Li Badi fired. The shiny thing flew to the side, and the pilot clapped his hands and stuck it on his forearm. He turned white, but his jaw changed. He stared at Li Huai, waiting for death.

"In order to love Pete," Li Badi said irritably, "I won't kill you! You tried to kill me, it's annoying, but I want to tell you something."

He stopped and felt stupid, because of course his words were incomprehensible. The pilot stared at him in surprise. Li Bad's tone must be annoying, but there is neither hatred nor victory in it. He waved his hand.

"Come on, I will help you bandage and see if we can make you aware of something."

Evelyn walked through the dirt.

"He didn't hurt you, Li Bad?" She gasped. "I saw you shooting-"

The pilot jumped well. At first glance, he had recognized her as a woman. Li Badi roared that he must "kill the damned fool with his arm." The pilot spoke curiously. Evelyn looked at his arm and shouted. He fixed it over the wound to stop the bleeding. Evelyn looked helplessly for something to wrap it up.

"Put it with a handkerchief," Li Badi muttered. "Tie ties and hold them in place."

The prisoners looked curiously from one to the other. His color is recovering. When Evelyn stretched his arms, he seemed to be excited by some inner thoughts. He spoke again, looking at them puzzled. When Evelyn finished her first aid mission, he suddenly smiled, flashing white teeth at them. He even gave a humorous apology speech, judged by its tone. When they turned back to the fortress, he walked with them without hesitation.

"What to do?" Evelyn asked.

"They will look for him for a while," Li Badi said. "If we can convince him that we are not enemies, he will prevent them from providing us with more motivation."

The pilot was groping, and he was curious about wearing a tunic. Li Badi looked at him cautiously. However, a mat appeared to be black metal with a silver-white stylus attached to it. The moment they stopped, the pilot sat down and began to draw white lines on the black surface. He drew a picture of a person and an angled flying machine, and then drew a rough impressionist outline of a city tower. He drew a circle around all three drawings, and pointed out himself, the machine and the distant city. When the pilot looked up, Li Huai nodded his understanding. Then there is a picture of a mad man, waving his fists on three encircled sketches. One of the ** is standing under a tree fern roughly marked.

"Smart," Li Hao said, forming a larger circle, surrounding the city and machines. "He is proving his identity and saying that the people in clothes are also enemies of himself and his Golden City. It's not difficult to get."

When the pilot looked up again, he nodded vigorously. Then he looked at the lively small sketches on the black tablet, showing six men, almost as well-dressed as Li Bai, and the only weapons used were submachine guns and automatic pistols. They are obviously gangsters. The pilot handed over the plate, watching Li Badi intently and touching the stylus. He did not paint well, but not well enough, to outline the outline of the New York tower. The architectural differences are amazing. Followed by him and Evelyn's little people-vaguely said: "Evelyn, this is not your portrait, it's likable!", and a circle around the New York tower.

The pilot's turn to nod. Then, Li Huai used New York to surround the previously drawn figures of the gang, as if the people in clothes were already connected to another city. The second circle connects gangsters with people in clothes.

Li Huai observed: "I mean, Jakaro and his thugs are well-dressed people in our world. There may be nothing wrong with that."

There is no doubt that the pilot understood what he meant. He laughed in a friendly way, his injured arm hurt him, and he winced. As expected, he looked down at the bandage. Then, he pressed a small stud on the top of the black metal plate, and all the white lines disappeared immediately. He drew a new circle with tree ferns scattered around the upper third-a small sketch of a city tower. He pointed this out and pointed out the cities that can be seen through the mist, the second city, the third city, and other places. He waved his hand vaguely, then scratched the middle third of the circle impatiently, and then handed it to Li Huai.

Li Badi smiled dejectedly.

"A map," he said happily. "He pointed out his own city and several other cities, and he wanted us to tell him where we came from. Evelyn-well, how would we explain the five-dimensional journey in the sketch?"

Evelyn shook her head. But the shadows hung over their heads. The pilot jumped up and shouted. Three planes are flying high above them, and the pilot of the first plane is releasing a smoking object to the side. Amid the shouts of the grounded pilot, he threw the spaceship into a frantic dive, while the smoke behind him rolled up thicker and thicker clouds. When he released the plane, his plane was almost covered by steam. It fell two hundred yards, and even further, the white mist continued to spread. But this is worse than Xiaoqiu.

"Think fast," Li Badi said calmly. "He thought we were going to treat this man as a prisoner. He had better die. But-"

Their captive shouted again. Throwing his head back, he shouted one sentence after another, and the three boats flew back and forth above his head, silent like bats. One third rose steeply and flew towards the city. Their captive laughed, turned his head and nodded in satisfaction. Then he sat down and waited.

Twenty minutes later, a huge wing flew heavily in the swamp. It checked and stabilized with an astonishing flapping sound and a more terrifying hum. Six armed men waited vigilantly for the three to approach. When they approached, the golden weapon rose vigilantly. The injured person explained a little. His explanation was ruthlessly rejected. One person stood up and reached out to grab Li Badi's weapon.

"I don't like it," Li Badi roared, "but we must think of the earth. If we have the opportunity, hide the gun, Evelyn."

He pushed on the safety hook and stepped over the gun. The pilot he was shot down took them to the fenced deck of a huge helicopter. Mechanical roar. The wings began to beat. When the ship rises vertically from the ground, they are barely visible at the speed of their flapping. It rose in a straight line fifty feet, the movement of the wings changed subtly, and it swept forward.

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