MTL - Overturned Tower-Chapter 5 hero

"'Nanliujing' or 'Bad Sun', which one will be more troublesome?"

Russell asked suddenly.

In admiration of Russell's sharpness, Bad Day nodded appreciatively, patted Russell's head and stood up.

His tall figure cast a thick shadow in front of Russell, and his one mechanical eye reflected a disturbing blue light.

"That's a whole different trouble. One is like a rotten apple, and the other is a beautiful apple drenched in venom."

The hypocritical smile on his face all the time gradually dissipated and faded, and remained like a glare after looking at the sun: "If it were me, I would rather choose the latter."

Russell's ears twitched suddenly.

Not because of fear, but because he heard very light, tiptoe footsteps coming from the corridor outside the door.

This should be the accomplice of the head at his feet.

Seeing that he entered this room for a while but hasn't left, and hasn't contacted... that's why he came to check and urge.

Kinda...professional?

But before Russell reminded Bad Day that there was someone outside, Bad Day stretched out a finger and put it quietly in front of his mouth.

Russell suddenly understood.

Since I can hear it, I should be able to hear it on a bad day.

Dogs have no worse hearing than cats.

Bad Ri raised his right hand, showing Russell the "props" in his hand like a magician.

It was a data chip. Not the kind of complicated chips that everyone uses in the back of their heads... but data expansion cards like those used in mobile phones or game consoles.

It is only the size of an index fingernail, and it is marked with an orange-yellow pattern and a green light.

"Let me teach you a lesson, Russell...this is your first lesson when you come to Happy Island."

Bad Day did not deliberately suppress the sound, so the sound of footsteps outside suddenly disappeared.

But he just casually inserted it into the chip interface behind his ear.

The azure blue gleam at the bottom of his pupils was instantly covered by orange light.

At this moment, the sound of card swiping came from the door again.

The security code for the first-class cabin seemed to be nothing—the gangster with a murderous weapon planned to use the employee card to open the door like the guy before.

Russell looked at the door as calmly as possible, his slightly fried tail raised high.

He was prepared to roll sideways to avoid bullets if he heard something or saw a door open.

However-

A weak fluctuation swept Russell's body like static electricity. It made him feel a sudden tingling in his back.

"Boom!"

"bump!"

The next moment, Russell clearly heard the sound of glass shattering coming from outside, as well as the man's cries of pain.

"—If you want to kill people. Remember that the most important thing to do is to blow up all the surveillance cameras and cameras around you."

As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly and took out the chip behind his ear. And replaced it with another faint green chip.

Although the bad day has not yet turned back, Russell still clearly saw that the green light of the used chip turned into a flashing red light.

…what is that?

Disposable spell scrolls... something?

Just then, the door opened.

A masked man with a shattered left eyepiece and bleeding blood rushed in together with another well-equipped masked man with a curved horn on his head.

The characteristics of their spiritual relatives are well hidden, and it is difficult to see what race they are. Russell was not skilled enough to directly judge the opponent's race through the horns.

It was as if he had been prepared—he immediately fell prone to the side, hiding himself in the shadow of the table that had tilted and fallen.

And the opponent did not disappoint Russell.

Although they did not use grenades, they also fired at the room as soon as they opened the door.

However, the bullets of those two people did not hurt the bad day with their backs at all.

Because a hemispherical barrier, like a shield, covered him and Russell. The bullets deflected around him as they approached him—threshing cracks in the reinforced windows of the room. Those walls decorated with expensive artworks instantly became riddled with holes. Paintings and sculptures were torn apart by the storm of metal.

The next moment, a small hole in the window was shattered—the strong suction from the outside shattered the glass in an instant, and the room seemed to be hit by a hurricane. Russell subconsciously lay on the ground and grasped the corner of the overturned tea table so that he could lean against the heavy table without being sucked out.

The box that held the portable shotgun had been sucked out of the window in the wild storm.

Even so, the gunfire did not stop.

Because those two mercenaries obviously knew that the temporary psychic power obtained by using a one-time memory chip would not last too long. The flying altitude of the airship is not as high as the "civil aviation airliner" in Russell's memory, so even if the window is smashed, it will not cause too rapid hypothermia and hypoxia.

But in this case, once shot, the blood is sucked out.

"...Then, the second point."

Amidst the deafening gunshots and the sound of the wind, Bad Ri's long white hair fluttered wildly in the wind.

He turned his back to the gangster and faced the broken window, his calm voice became like a whisper in the fierce wind: "If you can't completely hide your existence and leave the scene quietly, then at least be prepared to be able to Evidence to prove your innocence.

"For example, now—when the other party has used a lethal weapon, you can get the power to use cold weapons to fight back infinitely. This is the rule that applies on Happy Island.

"And after the actions of the other party have created an urgent threat to multiple targets...

"Even if you kill the other party, you will not be arrested by the head office, and you will even be rewarded. This is a rule that applies to any sky island."

-rule.

It's just the rules.

The dragon does not allow the elves to issue "real" laws that apply to everyone. The "Company Law" established by the head office of each sky island will only take effect among the employees of the head office and the many subsidiaries controlled by the head office.

These mercenaries who are outlaw lunatics will not be ignored and cannot be sanctioned—after all, they have lost their citizenship rights after losing their identity codes. As long as they are arrested, they can be expelled from the floating island.

Exiled to a land full of radiation and curse, or simply thrown into the sea. Anyway, the ending is the same.

But even so, "killing" without any reason is not allowed. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Get to the bottom of it...in a world without governments, countries, armies, and laws.

Everything can only rely on "rules".

Flexible rules. Rigid rules.

Rules that have never changed. The rules change every day.

Bad Ri unhurriedly pulled out a knife handle from his chest.

There is no blade or gauntlet, just a short stick with an ordinary hilt.

It can't even be considered a "broken sword", because it doesn't even have a single bit of steel blade, and it's completely made of wood.

From any point of view, it has no lethality, and the only effect seems to be to hypnotize oneself "holding a weapon".

"Because, people would call someone like that...

"-【hero】."

he said softly.

"It is not the head office, nor the elves, nor the dragon... but the media that bestows the title of 'hero' and grants them the right to be exonerated.

"It's the newspapers. It's the masses. It's public opinion.

"It is the mouth of the peoples—

"The head office will never send the executive department to arrest a 'hero', but may give the 'hero' a commendation, a generous treatment, let him become a star, break into the executive department... as long as he is still a 'hero'. "

Bad Ri said, with a mocking smile on the corner of his grinning mouth: "After all, this era lacks heroes so much.

"You just asked me if I would let you take the blame. My answer is yes and no.

"—Come be a hero, Russell."

After saying that, he raised his right hand holding the edgeless sword high.

Not facing the mercenaries behind him.

Instead, he slashed at Russell.