No one knows the exact population of Injustice City, but the city is larger than imagined. So even on this night, there was a power war going on in the third block at night, and Bar No. 15 in the fifth block was still open.
It just changed a group of employees who look after and clean cars.
The guests in the bar tonight are much earlier than usual.
Because in the night, the roar of source energy and the clash of dead iron are not too far or too close, just right. The excitement they bring seems to be more than all passionate music, and it can drink.
The regular customers got out of the car and asked casually because they didn't see the familiar employees. When I heard the supervisor explain that they went to the wild group alliance... I said "Oh", stopped and nodded.
This sounds like another story about a young man from the bottom who finally refused to be ordinary and chose to try to change his destiny.
Most of the time, the ending of the story is failure, and the price of failure is life.
"Maybe I should tip them a little more, otherwise they might not want to leave the job."
A customer walked into the bar muttering, and that was it.
People are dying in this city every day. Every day, countless people dream of changing their destiny, or actually do it, to seize the opportunity they think...
"But it's not that era anymore."
A mature guest recalled his past experiences, those turbulent years in the city, and sighed with drunkenness. Those were the cruelest years, and they were also the golden age for the lower class. It was then that he himself stepped out of the bottom class.
In short, basically no one is optimistic about it this time.
But there are still many people paying attention.
For example, there are two cleaners who are cleaning the long street this night, some people who bet on one or two dead iron fragments, and more people who have no money to bet and are working hard at night to provide food for tomorrow morning.
The historical statistics of casinos say that those who always place bets with slim and high odds are often poor people, because only the poor always hope to change something with their small gains, while the rich always have the capital and mentality to make stable profits. money.
So the poor always lose again and again. These people are the lower class of the city and are the largest group of people.
Probably many of them hope in their hearts that the wild alliance can create miracles. Apart from the bet factor, even witnessing someone else's miracle can give them a little hope.
Block Three.
The street lights were dim and dazzling at night, and the wind was still blowing across the street. The garbage cleaned up by the shop owners when they closed was blown everywhere.
People in this city always say that every street in the Injustice City has its story and imprint, however, the Third District remains special and the historical imprint on its main street belongs to legend.
"Kill!" The footsteps of the battle formation passed by Chen Buxing's knife marks and Shu You's footprints...
That night, those fleeing in the valley brandished their knives at those standing on the ridge.
The big guys said that this first formation cannot be retreated, and it will collapse if it retreats. Avoiding and taking detours will not work, as this will make people take chances and lose their courage.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
Ahead, the Stormblood Group collided!
Anilao group bumped into...
The dead iron cuts into the dead iron, and the dead iron cuts into the flesh and bones.
"Hoo!" "Hoo!"
Breathing heavily, Rubia Slag was running wildly, constantly adjusting his breathing according to the frequency of the source energy surge, making every effort to maintain his position in the charge formation.
"Anyway, I just need to stay with Uncle Food."
C level fusion, 17 years old, never seen the world outside the Injustice City since birth, Lubi Aza is a very ordinary one among the 103 people in the He Guang Group.
His strange name comes from his parents coming from the East and the West respectively. When he was a child, his mother called him Lubi, but his father always insisted on calling him Azha, saying that it was a tradition in the far East, and it was easier to make a living with a nickname.
His father and mother died when Rubiazha was ten years old. They died on a "harvest day" when two large blue bodies appeared, and they died in the singing on the ridge during their desperate escape.
From then on, he began to live with an Oriental friend of his parents. Ah Zha didn't know his name and called him Uncle Food, just like everyone else.
The food uncle works in He Guangtuan, which is his favorite term. The food uncle raised Lubi Azha to grow up. When he grew up, Lubi Azha also joined the He Guangtuan Group.
"Azha, follow me!" Uncle Food's voice came from the wind that could be heard by Hunter.
"Follow me!" Rubiazha responded with a louder voice than Uncle Food because he was facing the wind. Then he looked up at Uncle Food's back and the battle group in front.
Ah Zha knew that his group was about to attack them too.
When preparing for the war this afternoon, the bosses of the wild group said: "If we just charge like this, charge to death, the big forces will definitely give in first."
Coward means fear... The bosses said:
"Because we have no retreat, only life or death."
"But they do. What the big forces are fighting for is just face and some of the interests in their hands."
"If you give up these things, they will still be a powerful force."
"But if they fight with us, they will lose everything."
"So what we have to do is let them know that if we keep fighting, they will die with us. That's enough."
Ah Zha didn't understand these principles very well, so he asked Uncle Shiliang, who said that the bosses were right. There is an old saying in the far east, that those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. There is also an old saying that those who are bold are afraid of those who are stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of losing their lives... They are violent, and we will not risk our lives this time.
There seemed to be many old sayings like this in the far East, as well as many special traditions. It was the hometown of his father and Uncle Food. Rubiazha had always wanted to go there to see it, but he knew that he would never be able to leave it until his death. The city of righteousness.
"Swallow!" Commander He Guang shouted from the front.
In fact, there is no girl named Yanzi. This is the battle command code within the wild group. It is prepared so that other groups will not understand it when grabbing wild monsters.
In He Guangtuan, it means "left wing culling".
"Ode!" The source energy device behind Lubi Azha exploded, and his left foot pointed outwards, coming out from behind the food uncle and reaching diagonally behind him.
He was not the only one who made the same movement. The entire left wing of the charging formation stretched out like the wings of a bird at this moment, and then suddenly swooped forward.
"boom!"
They cut in.
Rubia Zha didn't even see the enemy on the opposite side clearly, and the blade immediately slashed down.
"Dang!" Huge resistance came, and he cut on a horizontal knife.
"Huh!" He turned his wrists, folded his hands and clasped them, slashed with the sword, and pressed forward at the same time... Rubiazha didn't have any hesitation or thinking, and acted according to the formation.
"We are moving forward!" Ah Zha suddenly realized and became a little excited.
Because it means they are on the offensive.
The resistance is getting smaller and the enemy is retreating!
Finally, he had a chance to see the situation in front of him clearly... Just like in the past, Rubiazha glanced at the food uncle in front of him on the right.
He was still the same, holding the knife with only his right hand when everyone else was holding the knife with both hands. His left hand held a short knife behind his back.
This short sword...has saved Rubia Zha 7 times.
I remember that two days ago, when he was most nervous and worried, Lubi Azha asked Uncle Food if he would be willing to fight this battle if he could choose.
Uncle Food said yes. I am getting older and your fate lies in this battle.
Rubi's Zha knew what Uncle Food meant. He always scolded him for being useless, saying that if he died one day, A'zha wouldn't live long... And if he won this battle, the probability of A'zha's death would increase. Much smaller, there will be a chance to become strong enough.
He will no longer have to fight for jungle, he will not have to spend a "harvest day", and there will be more source energy blocks.
"We will win." Ruby Zha glanced forward.
Captain He Guang was at the front of the battle formation, staring at a person across from him who A Zha remembered as being very famous, and was slashing him with all his strength, slashing him like crazy...
In the past, Captain He Guang looked like a dog when he smiled and tried to please that person.
Now, he's slashing him like a mad dog.
Today, every boss of the wild group is at the front, staring at the strongest person in sight and slashing.
