NOVEL WEB Super Saiyan
Chapter 28 The Belated Routine Plot
Chapter 28 The Belated Routine Plot
(I will recommend a new book tomorrow, please ask for a ticket)
There is new life in the rotting corpse, and there will be a noble existence like lotus in the mud.
Humans are complex creatures, and it is the uncertainty of their emotions that makes this creature so different.
And most people are just ordinary people, they are happy, angry, sad, and living hard, with good times and bad times.
No matter how bad the evil is, there is a human side, and no matter how kind people are, there are unknown secrets.
To some people, those evil deeds are just work and life.
This kindness is only because it has not reached a dead end and the interests are insufficient.
There is no pure good or evil in human nature, it is changeable, and the upper and lower limits are shocking.
If there is such pure good and evil, then he must no longer be human.
When Wrights was in the East, the two most vivid memories were phone scams and borrowing money from friends.
They were busy practicing and being beaten when they were on Planet Vegeta, and the Saiyans were naturally cold-blooded, with almost no interpersonal relationships.
But today in the United States, Leiters finally saw the evil of human nature, and also encountered the goodness of human nature.
"Boom."
Suddenly, a swirling beer bottle hit the man with dreadlocks on the head, and it exploded. Immediately, he tilted his head, clutching the blood on his scalp and screaming in pain.
"Run!"
Wrights was held by the wrist by a thin palm, pulling him away in the same direction as the scolding gangsters who ran over.
He could have easily freed himself from the hand, but he didn't.
He could have turned around and sent those bastards to heaven with a qigong, but he didn't either.
He let others lead him around, and he wanted to see what would happen next.
Because Leites was passive and sabotage, the thin figure who was pulling him to run was blocked in the corner of the outer wall of a dock warehouse before running far.
"Hey, let's see where you're going!"
Three gangsters surrounded the two of them, and the man with dirty braids was holding his head and was late.
"Fk! FK!"
The man with dirty braids came over cursingly, and took out a jackknife from his pocket.
"How dare you meddle in your own business, you wandering little bastard! You know who I am!"
The man with dreadlocks raised his pocket knife high above his head, and pointed at the boy standing in front of Wrights. This gesture had no deterrent effect other than making Wrights laugh.
But facing the cold light of the knife and the stern expression of the man with dreadlocks, the boy was a little nervous.
He is more than a head taller than Wrights, about 1.6 meters tall, and his voice sounds like he is in the period of changing his voice.
His hair was long and dirty, and his original color could hardly be seen. When Leitus glanced at him briefly, his face was also pitch black, except for a pair of big eyes that were very lively.
"........."
The boy didn't speak, but he didn't take a step back.
"I'm Mad Dog Danny! Haven't you heard of Mad Dog Danny?!"
Seeing the boy shaking his head, the man with dirty braids became even more manic.
"Shit! FK! Make you remember my name now!"
The man with dreadlocks pierced the boy from top to bottom with his jackknife.
The speed boy was able to react, and he wanted to dodge subconsciously, but behind him was Leiters standing blankly.
If you avoid it, the children behind will be in danger.
This thought flashed across the boy's mind, and then he controlled his instinct, overcame his fear, and gritted his teeth to grab the falling arm.
Even if the lion is young, he dares to show his fangs to the enemy!
But the man with dirty braids is known as a mad dog, and he is also a character who has left a life behind him, otherwise he would not have become the leader of the small group.
Although the man looked thin, the attack was very quick. The knife swung down, exceeding the boy's expectations, and the palm of his hand brushed past the man's arm with dreadlocks.
Seeing the sharp blade close to his chest, the boy's eyes were tearing apart.
At this moment, a short figure appeared between the boy and the man with dreadlocks.
A tender, even chubby finger rested on the sharp blade of the jackknife, but this child's finger was like a pillar of the sky, preventing the dreadlocked man's knife from getting an inch.
No matter how hard the braided man tried, the person holding the knife remained motionless like a mountain.
This time the man with dreadlocks finally realized something was wrong.
He was terrified, and the three accomplices behind him screamed in fear.
"Fly! He's flying!"
"What!?"
The man with dreadlocks looked down and saw that the boy blackmailed by him was standing out of thin air, two feet off the ground, and it was naturally him who blocked the attack with his fingers just now.
This scene almost scares the man with dreadlocks. Ordinary people are always afraid of supernatural unknowns.
But he has killed people after all, and the so-called mad dog naturally has a crazy wildness.
The man with dirty braids had a strong killing intent in his heart. He didn't want to kill anyone at first, but the current situation has exceeded expectations.
But he still has a trump card.
If a knife doesn't work, use a gun.
The gun is a Beretta M9 pistol. Although it is not as good as the later improved model, it is small and has high shooting accuracy.The man with dreadlocks killed his boss' enemy with this handgun
...'s younger brother.
"careful!"
The stunned young man behind Wright exclaimed and reminded him, the black muzzle of the gun made his hair stand on end.
"boom."
There is no extra nonsense, the man with dreadlocks broke his gun, he really deserved to have killed someone, this decisiveness alone can give him a little more chance of survival in street life.
The sparks from the muzzle flashed in the darkness, and Leiters could see the pride and luck on the face of the man with the dreadlocks.
Must be proud of his wit.
Wrights thought this way, the bullet was not much faster than an ant crawling in his eyes, he saw that he stretched out two fingers to clamp the slightly red bullet, the kinetic energy of the bullet was offset by the enormous force on his fingers.
Watching the expression of the man with dreadlocks change from complacency, to convulsions, to forced smiles, that is the source of the joy of pretending to be X.
Alas... the happiness of a traveler is so simple and unpretentious... and boring...
"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings."
The man with dreadlocks pleaded guilty again and again, pretending to surrender.
"If you misunderstand, why don't you throw away the gun."
Lettus spoke.
The man with dirty braids found that his little thoughts had been seen through, and he was about to shoot again with a gun.
But he has no chance.
Leters spread out his palms, and the blue qigong waves in his palms raged forward, drowning the four gangsters in an instant, without even a dying scream, and the four human beings disintegrated under the impact of the qigong waves. Turned into dust and debris, gone with the wind.
"Are you afraid?"
Wrights didn't need to look back to know that the boy's body was shaking, and the sound of teeth colliding was especially clear on the deserted pier.
The boy took a deep breath, took a deep breath, and his limp body finally regained some strength.
"afraid."
He replied that he didn't know whether he was afraid of the gangsters or the monster in human skin.
"Do you regret it?"
This question was very clear, and the boy answered without hesitation.
"No regrets!"
Hearing this, Leters asked again.
"Is there a place to live?"
The boy shook his head sadly.
"No…"
Pseudo-smiling, he nodded slightly.
"Now you have."
(End of this chapter)
(I will recommend a new book tomorrow, please ask for a ticket)
There is new life in the rotting corpse, and there will be a noble existence like lotus in the mud.
Humans are complex creatures, and it is the uncertainty of their emotions that makes this creature so different.
And most people are just ordinary people, they are happy, angry, sad, and living hard, with good times and bad times.
No matter how bad the evil is, there is a human side, and no matter how kind people are, there are unknown secrets.
To some people, those evil deeds are just work and life.
This kindness is only because it has not reached a dead end and the interests are insufficient.
There is no pure good or evil in human nature, it is changeable, and the upper and lower limits are shocking.
If there is such pure good and evil, then he must no longer be human.
When Wrights was in the East, the two most vivid memories were phone scams and borrowing money from friends.
They were busy practicing and being beaten when they were on Planet Vegeta, and the Saiyans were naturally cold-blooded, with almost no interpersonal relationships.
But today in the United States, Leiters finally saw the evil of human nature, and also encountered the goodness of human nature.
"Boom."
Suddenly, a swirling beer bottle hit the man with dreadlocks on the head, and it exploded. Immediately, he tilted his head, clutching the blood on his scalp and screaming in pain.
"Run!"
Wrights was held by the wrist by a thin palm, pulling him away in the same direction as the scolding gangsters who ran over.
He could have easily freed himself from the hand, but he didn't.
He could have turned around and sent those bastards to heaven with a qigong, but he didn't either.
He let others lead him around, and he wanted to see what would happen next.
Because Leites was passive and sabotage, the thin figure who was pulling him to run was blocked in the corner of the outer wall of a dock warehouse before running far.
"Hey, let's see where you're going!"
Three gangsters surrounded the two of them, and the man with dirty braids was holding his head and was late.
"Fk! FK!"
The man with dirty braids came over cursingly, and took out a jackknife from his pocket.
"How dare you meddle in your own business, you wandering little bastard! You know who I am!"
The man with dreadlocks raised his pocket knife high above his head, and pointed at the boy standing in front of Wrights. This gesture had no deterrent effect other than making Wrights laugh.
But facing the cold light of the knife and the stern expression of the man with dreadlocks, the boy was a little nervous.
He is more than a head taller than Wrights, about 1.6 meters tall, and his voice sounds like he is in the period of changing his voice.
His hair was long and dirty, and his original color could hardly be seen. When Leitus glanced at him briefly, his face was also pitch black, except for a pair of big eyes that were very lively.
"........."
The boy didn't speak, but he didn't take a step back.
"I'm Mad Dog Danny! Haven't you heard of Mad Dog Danny?!"
Seeing the boy shaking his head, the man with dirty braids became even more manic.
"Shit! FK! Make you remember my name now!"
The man with dreadlocks pierced the boy from top to bottom with his jackknife.
The speed boy was able to react, and he wanted to dodge subconsciously, but behind him was Leiters standing blankly.
If you avoid it, the children behind will be in danger.
This thought flashed across the boy's mind, and then he controlled his instinct, overcame his fear, and gritted his teeth to grab the falling arm.
Even if the lion is young, he dares to show his fangs to the enemy!
But the man with dirty braids is known as a mad dog, and he is also a character who has left a life behind him, otherwise he would not have become the leader of the small group.
Although the man looked thin, the attack was very quick. The knife swung down, exceeding the boy's expectations, and the palm of his hand brushed past the man's arm with dreadlocks.
Seeing the sharp blade close to his chest, the boy's eyes were tearing apart.
At this moment, a short figure appeared between the boy and the man with dreadlocks.
A tender, even chubby finger rested on the sharp blade of the jackknife, but this child's finger was like a pillar of the sky, preventing the dreadlocked man's knife from getting an inch.
No matter how hard the braided man tried, the person holding the knife remained motionless like a mountain.
This time the man with dreadlocks finally realized something was wrong.
He was terrified, and the three accomplices behind him screamed in fear.
"Fly! He's flying!"
"What!?"
The man with dreadlocks looked down and saw that the boy blackmailed by him was standing out of thin air, two feet off the ground, and it was naturally him who blocked the attack with his fingers just now.
This scene almost scares the man with dreadlocks. Ordinary people are always afraid of supernatural unknowns.
But he has killed people after all, and the so-called mad dog naturally has a crazy wildness.
The man with dirty braids had a strong killing intent in his heart. He didn't want to kill anyone at first, but the current situation has exceeded expectations.
But he still has a trump card.
If a knife doesn't work, use a gun.
The gun is a Beretta M9 pistol. Although it is not as good as the later improved model, it is small and has high shooting accuracy.The man with dreadlocks killed his boss' enemy with this handgun
...'s younger brother.
"careful!"
The stunned young man behind Wright exclaimed and reminded him, the black muzzle of the gun made his hair stand on end.
"boom."
There is no extra nonsense, the man with dreadlocks broke his gun, he really deserved to have killed someone, this decisiveness alone can give him a little more chance of survival in street life.
The sparks from the muzzle flashed in the darkness, and Leiters could see the pride and luck on the face of the man with the dreadlocks.
Must be proud of his wit.
Wrights thought this way, the bullet was not much faster than an ant crawling in his eyes, he saw that he stretched out two fingers to clamp the slightly red bullet, the kinetic energy of the bullet was offset by the enormous force on his fingers.
Watching the expression of the man with dreadlocks change from complacency, to convulsions, to forced smiles, that is the source of the joy of pretending to be X.
Alas... the happiness of a traveler is so simple and unpretentious... and boring...
"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings."
The man with dreadlocks pleaded guilty again and again, pretending to surrender.
"If you misunderstand, why don't you throw away the gun."
Lettus spoke.
The man with dirty braids found that his little thoughts had been seen through, and he was about to shoot again with a gun.
But he has no chance.
Leters spread out his palms, and the blue qigong waves in his palms raged forward, drowning the four gangsters in an instant, without even a dying scream, and the four human beings disintegrated under the impact of the qigong waves. Turned into dust and debris, gone with the wind.
"Are you afraid?"
Wrights didn't need to look back to know that the boy's body was shaking, and the sound of teeth colliding was especially clear on the deserted pier.
The boy took a deep breath, took a deep breath, and his limp body finally regained some strength.
"afraid."
He replied that he didn't know whether he was afraid of the gangsters or the monster in human skin.
"Do you regret it?"
This question was very clear, and the boy answered without hesitation.
"No regrets!"
Hearing this, Leters asked again.
"Is there a place to live?"
The boy shook his head sadly.
"No…"
Pseudo-smiling, he nodded slightly.
"Now you have."
(End of this chapter)
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