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A chaotic place that looks weak and rich can be a magnet for criminals.
As soon as Mike and Daisy walked to a remote place, the three teams instantly separated from the crowd and followed them.
The team leading the way consists of eight people, all of them killing alien planets in the shape of Matt. The leader is a man who looks like an orangutan, with powerful limbs and carrying a big gun.
Resistance... is enough to show the hugeness of this gun. The huge black muzzle seems to silently state this fact.
The orangutan suddenly turned his head, grinned at the other two teams, and said, "We Galactic Reavers want these two fat sheep. Give them a face... If you have any opinions, feel free to raise them. If you agree to one, I will lose."
The muzzle of the gun was pointed forward.
No one doubted the orangutan's determination to shoot, and no one wanted to test the power of the weapon with a thigh-thick muzzle.
The leaders of the two teams stopped and waved their hands to signal the men behind them not to move forward.
The orangutan smiled ferociously and glanced at the two teams with disdain.
tui~
He spat and said to his subordinates, "What did the boss say? Face cannot rely on charity from others, it depends on strength. Do you understand?"
The seven subordinates were laughing and joking, saying "yes", "right", and "boss is wise" in a confused manner, and the flattery was really rough.
The orangutan man led his men to chase Mike and Daisy.
The two teams chasing after them, no matter the manpower, firepower, or backing behind the scenes, could not compare with the orangutans. They were obviously unwilling to give up, but they did not dare to force themselves.
Halfway through the cigarette, the leader of one of the teams got a cockscomb haircut. He said bitterly, "You are so bully. The labor and management can't stand it. At most, you are a dead character. My brother is cute. If you have the guts, follow me."
His men promised with a bang.
Magnificent.
Six people chased after him.
The final team consisted of five people. The leader was an octopus man with blue skin, six hands, and six guns on his waist.
The octopus man said, "I'm pretending to be a nun. I'm pretending to be a ma. It's very heroic... Two fat sheep, Reavers eight people, can't you do it in ten seconds? It takes half a cigarette to catch up and chase you lonely?"
The cockscomb head had oil paint on his face and was wearing a camouflage uniform. In addition to a gun, he also carried a long knife. He felt that Reavers should have been dealt with long ago. He pursued him just for the sake of the team's morale and his own prestige.
The leader of a group of villains is either smart or has a high force value.
Cockscomb head does have some brains.
There was a corner ahead, so Cockscomb Head slowed down to avoid being ambushed.
After turning the corner, Cockscomb suddenly braked hard.
The younger brother in the back suddenly fell on his back and vomited the fragrance from his mouth.
The cockscomb head was silent for a moment and turned around.
Snap! Snap!
The cockscomb slapped the faces of the two younger brothers who scolded the most fiercely, and said seriously, "Can you have some quality? This is a public place. Do you know what a public place is? I don't know... it doesn't matter. Now let's go home and study immediately. I will teach you in person until you know how to do it!"
"Hey, wait."
A gentle voice sounded in his ears from behind, and Cockscomb's body froze.
"You're here now, there's no need to leave in a hurry."
The gentle voice continued.
Cockscomb Head feels... so cold.
As the leader, he charged forward, so he was the first to see the scene that shocked him--
The two people, who were regarded as fat sheep, looked leisurely. Among them, the young man in white clothes was holding a bag of snacks in his hand.
The Reavers team that was the first to chase them lined up, kneeling on the ground, clenching their hands and raising their hands high. The head of the leader, the orangutan man, was so swollen that he and his mother probably couldn't recognize him.
The young woman was rubbing the ears of the leopard girl in Reavers, and said excitedly, "Mike, Mike! Real ears, fluffy, and a tail..."
Daisy has also cosplayed as Leopard Girl, Catwoman, and Fox, and he is very good at playing. But how can the fake ears and stuck-on tail be as fun as the real tail?!
What Daisy doesn't know is that in many intelligent races where cats have evolved, ears and tails are not only sensitive, but also very private parts.
At this time, Leopard Girl's face was so red that she was almost bleeding, and her kneeling legs were shaking and clamped.
This leopard girl... something is very wrong...
"I said we just got lost, do you believe it?"
Cockscomb heads are very discerning.
The Reavers team is stronger than them, and is at least two levels stronger. It is impossible for them to completely give up the fat sheep.
However, the Reavers team, which is so much stronger than them, seems to not even have a chance to shoot?
In this case, wouldn't it be reasonable to act stupid and give in?
"What do you think?" Mike smiled.
"Can you give me a way to survive?"
"Of course." Mike pointed at Reavers who were kneeling in a row, "The way to survive is right there."
The cockscomb head was silent.
hesitate.
In the end, I still had a luck mentality.
What kind of interstellar villain can you catch without any help?!
Give it a try... what if?!
Cockscomb head draws sword.
Invisibility is his racial talent.
The figure flickered and disappeared.
His men drew their guns one after another.
The next moment.
The shining blade appeared on Mike's head, followed by the cockscomb head.
But an invisible wall blocked his knife.
Can't make an inch of progress.
And his men discovered that no matter how hard they tried, they could not pull the trigger.
Cockscomb Head suddenly took a step back. He saw a bag on the ground containing the weapons of the Reaverss. He consciously took out a long knife, a pistol, a grenade, and even a dagger hidden in his calf.
The cockscomb head turned around and scolded his subordinates, "Don't you understand how to be more conscious? Hurry!"
Then he asked Mike flatteringly, "This... boss, is this okay?"
Mike nodded and pointed at Reavers.
"Okay."
Cockscomb ran over numbly and knelt down without any psychological pressure.
Mike sighed in his heart, "The pressure of survival on interstellar criminals is really great."
Feelings are sentimental, but Mike is not sympathetic at all.
Mike not only confiscated their weapons and other valuables, but also transferred their Credit Points.
"Why are you so skilled at operating it?"
Daisy is quite confused.
"Practice makes perfect."
Mike said modestly.
If it were Stark, I would probably complain about it. Is this something that should be modest?
When he was short of money in the past, he would go to Hell's Kitchen to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger to support his family. When he went to the parallel world, there were also gangsters who provided financial and material support for his journey through time.
Star Trek is still the same formula... these villains are really heart-wrenching little cuties sometimes.
After a while, the third team, the team led by Octopus Man, felt something was wrong and brought their men over to find out.
Curiosity killed the cat.
Same process.
Mike finally played the Credit Points black card. "It's so poor."
The main reason is that the competition for survival among interstellar villains is greater than that of gangsters on Earth. At least there are laws to protect gangsters on Earth, but there is no such thing in the universe. Most people think that there is no tomorrow, so of course it depends on how much money you have.
Finally, Mike carried a big bag and returned to the market together with Daisy.
There was an uproar.
Especially Cook, which was previously sold to Mike diamonds.
He saw with his own eyes Mike and Daisy leaving the trading area and walking to a remote place.
"Two chicks who have not been beaten by society are finished now."
Cook sighed. Just sighing, he didn't dare to meddle in other people's business.