"My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my sentimentality, I will be born early..."
Fang Ning stood on the coast of a small town in Australia, chanting a poem.
The beach surrounded by greenery seemed extremely peaceful, as if nothing had happened. I became very interested in poetry and wanted to recite a poem, but unfortunately I couldn't write a new one, so I had to memorize a masterpiece by the sages.
The last time he came to this country, the uncle showed his might here and beat a group of octopus monsters, no, octopus men, who were stealing pots and robbing toilets. They were all knocked unconscious and floated in the sea for who knows how many days.
At this time, the sounds of quarrels were heard in the distance, and a similar scene was happening, except that the protagonists had changed, and the object of the robbery had also changed.
"Despicable humans, get out of our land!"
"You took our land, now it's time to give it back!"
A group of indigenous men with bright feathers on their heads, strange patterns on their faces, and holding spears and arrows were besieging a group of white men in the town.
Their weapons looked ridiculous, but none of the white residents who confronted them could laugh, even though they all held long-barreled shotguns.
Because the opponent's spear was glowing with fluorescence, it was particularly weird.
The arrow is surrounded by a gloomy air, which also makes people shudder.
The patterns on these indigenous men's bodies are shining with green or red light, as if to protect them.
Several warheads have fallen in front of them, and the steel warheads have been twisted, and their original appearance can hardly be seen.
And one of them had several shallow white marks on his hand.
It turns out that a real-life drama about "catching bullets" was staged before!
The reincarnation of heaven is obviously no longer the era when the ancestors of white people used shotguns to hunt. At that time, they knew that the indigenous people were also human beings, but they still regarded them as prey.
Now the descendants of the indigenous people have advanced weapons...the demon power from the upper world.
The descendants of white colonists were reduced to the role of prey.
"If you dare to take another step forward, we will notify the guards and send planes over! I don't believe that you can fight against bullets and planes!" An old white man shouted angrily at the leading indigenous man.
"Haha, you colonists relied on these things to rob our land and enslave us until now. We want to take them all back!" A tattooed man who aimed his bow and arrow at the white residents said fiercely With.
"Som, you were not like this before. We are obviously good friends, and you are also a legal citizen of this country. Even if you take the land back, how many of you will be able to develop it?" The old white man tried to persuade the other party.
"You don't have to worry about this. We still have many, many friends who will help us solve this problem!" Som said confidently.
"What benefits did they give you?"
"Humph, they promised us that as long as they get the land back, they will give us a large amount of rent every year. Instead of like earlier, when you took away the land of our ancestors but didn't give them a penny, maybe they did, Is it a glass ball of about that size?" Som made a circle with his thumb and index finger.
"Hahaha!" The people behind him burst into laughter.
"You are talking about the Americans. We were once subjects under the Queen of the Great Eagle Empire. Your chiefs signed an agreement to let us govern your land. In exchange, we will protect you, so you can Live until now." The old white man tried his best to defend himself.
"Hmph, that's all a scam by you humans. Because of our previous acquaintance, we don't want to kill anyone today, so take your things and get out!" Som shouted sternly.
A group of white people looked at each other, and some began to move backwards.
Just now, they stood up bravely to prevent them from rushing into the town and harming their wives, children, and families. Now that they can escape, they don't want to fight these monsters that bullets cannot penetrate.
"Stop, Laco, you can't believe what he says. They are enemies who want to rob our homeland. Can you believe what the enemies say?" The old white man has rich experience and he firmly believes in one truth.
Never leave your back to your opponent!
"Fool, if I tell a person's name, you will definitely believe it." For some reason, the indigenous leader Som suddenly sounded cautious.
"Who?" the old white man asked.
"Vigilante A..." he said with a hint of fear, "as long as he is still alive in this world, we will not hunt you people like your ancestors did. Someone said that in his opinion, you, Probably innocent."
"Who told you this?" The old white man was so perceptive that he immediately caught a clue.
"Don't ask, I have already promised this. Are you going to leave or not?" Som asked forcefully.
He had just demonstrated catching bullets, but he still underestimated the determination of these old friends to defend their homeland.
Pooh!
That was his home, the land left by his ancestors. Although we were once friends, brothers also had to settle accounts, not to mention that it was land worth hundreds of millions!
With these lands, he can live the life of a chief in the future!
Marry dozens of beauties, live in a villa with a swimming pool, and drive Bugatti Veyron, Porsche, Bentley... Instead of being like before, you can only do hard and tiring jobs like security and cleaning.
That's right, wherever there is any lofty goal, down to the individual, all they want is to live a good life, and no one will give it in vain unless they are brainwashed.
"Let's go. Since he mentioned the name of Eastern Lighthouse, he really doesn't dare to shoot arrows in our backs..." the old white man said to the others.
"Okay, we listen to you, Dad Starbucks." A group of people shouted.
The lighthouse of the East shines brightly all over the world, even in such a remote and remote area, it is still bathed in its brilliance.
A massacre and bloodshed that could have occurred were eliminated by his intimidation.
The Eastern Lighthouse is far more reliable than the so-called international convention!
Fang Ning was watching from above, holding the golden book in his hand without making any move. He wanted to see what these people were going to do.
After the white people went home one after another, picked up their children and wives, and drove away, this group of tall men, local aborigines, rushed into the town, cheering and cheering, and broke into the town that quickly became silent.
"This biggest house belongs to me!" Som waved his bow and arrow and occupied a rich man's villa in the town.
"Then I want this room!" Others shouted, vying to declare their spoils.
These people run around and put their mark on every house they have their eyes on.
Finally, they all gathered together in a bar, exhausted, and began to drink alcohol for free. The bartender and the boss had long since fled. They were not locals and would not defend this town.
"It's a pity that there are not a few big white girls left." An indigenous man who was much fatter than his companions said obscenely.
"Shut up, Hans, if you really do this, I'm afraid you will be punished by that lighthouse!" Som said fearfully.
"He really has that kind of magical power? Can he see it in a remote place like ours?" The fat native man didn't believe it.
"Humph, last time I saw with my own eyes that when a thief tried to steal a car, he fell from the sky and beat him up. He was not far away. If you did such an evil thing, you would definitely be beaten. He will be punished by death! He hates rape and killing the most. If he steals something, he usually won't beat him to death." Som said with fear.
"So that's it." A group of indigenous men suddenly realized. No wonder the temporary leader repeatedly emphasized that he had to show his authority and scare away those people.
It turns out that they are worried that if a conflict breaks out and someone is killed, or if they lose control of the situation and do something evil, they will be in big trouble.
Although they had obtained the Holy Power, the knight's reputation was far-reaching because the media frequently used him to attract attention.
Superheroes are always a hot topic and the center of attention. No matter what color they are, what race they are, or what country they belong to, as long as what they do roughly conforms to the concepts of ordinary people, it will be easy to gather a large number of people who identify with them.
Most people always want to get closer to the strong, and expect the strong to be what they expect...
And Knight A just met their expectations.
Compared with many strong men who have nothing to do with themselves and are too proud, or some pseudo-strong men who are upright but weak in strength, or have character problems and are often opposed to justice, Knight A does not have these weaknesses at all.
The few flaws he had were subconsciously ignored by most people under the aura of his powerful strength.
This is how the strong are treated, and people will subconsciously beautify them in order to gain spiritual comfort.
In a small town bar, a group of natives were vying for a drink, but unknown to them, a book flew in quietly.
"Plop!" A guy got hit on the forehead, then staggered and fell to the ground.
"A few drinks won't suffice?! Look at me, give me another barrel of rum!" The leader, Som, didn't take it seriously and said to one of his subordinates.
The guy drank whiskey and went to the back to move the drinks.
When he resisted a barrel, he was also hit on the head and fell to the ground.
He was stronger than before. Before he fainted, he turned around to look, but saw nothing.
Fang Ning watched from the side, secretly wondering.
He couldn't help but said to the uncle: "How did our baby learn to be so insignificant? Uncle, you never engage in sneak attacks, but it steals when it can, and stays aside if it can't."
He thought the uncle wouldn't answer, but he didn't expect that he had already learned to answer quickly...
"I have said it before, those who are close to vermillion are red, and those who are close to ink are black. What kind of master, what kind of treasure..." The uncle said proudly.
"..." Fang Ning could only be speechless.
Later, he suddenly had an idea and said sadly: "My dear, it's so pitiful that you are forced to do this."
The uncle asked doubtfully: "This shabby book can be leisurely all day long. It has not been sick or died, and it doesn't need a wife. What's so pitiful about it?"
Fang Ning took the opportunity to say: "Baby is no better than you, uncle. He knows this skill and that method. He only has one move to attack his IQ. Although the effect is impressive, it is too simple. He must have suffered a lot in the secret realm of the paradise where intelligence is difficult to evolve." Enter stealth attack mode. Uncle, let me ask you a question... "
"You don't need to say it, I loved you." The system uncle answered directly.
"Nonsense, I want to ask you, don't you feel sorry for me, baby?" Fang Ning really admired this guy's intuition, and his answer was not outrageous.
Now I don’t love my baby anymore, I cry out “breaking the book” every day…
It's all jealousy.
"Don't feel bad, it can't be destroyed anyway, you can do whatever you want." The system uncle said proudly.
"Damn it, forget it. The baby has saved a lot of experience. I will give you a 0.5% handling fee. You can help the baby upgrade some new skills." Fang Ning said generously.
"Fifty percent."
"One percent."
"Fifty and a half percent..."
"Damn it, are you raising the price too high?"
"Of course I have to lift it higher, because I have a monopoly..." The uncle said proudly.
"Humph, that's right. That's great. I also have a monopoly. I make all your strategic decisions." Fang Ning retorted.
"Damn it, 30%, it can't be lower." The uncle actually gave in easily.
"That's more or less the same. I know you need to experience and upgrade, but when you invest in a baby, you invest ten times. Don't just focus on the present and ignore the overall situation. You won't make a lot of money this way." Fang Ning was naturally very satisfied and gave it to the uncle. A bowl of chicken soup.
"Oh, I know, by the way, my system map is still one percent away from being upgraded, but there is a system task..." the system uncle said honestly.
"I knew you gave in so quickly because you wanted to ask for something from me. Don't you have any system task module? Game Book Baby's task was concocted by you for me. You can't make any money at all, so you won't publish it. Are you really a bad game developer?" Fang Ning asked doubtfully.
"It can't be considered a task, right? To put it bluntly, it's equivalent to patching the system. No, it's helping me improve the content. There is a flaw in my system map rules that I need you to make up for." The system uncle said in a low voice.
"Hahaha!" When Fang Ning heard this, he immediately became proud and arrogant, "How about it? I, a former programmer, a senior programmer with ten years of experience, is finally useful. Tell me, your system map rules, What are the flaws?”
"Oh, there is just a small problem when judging the color of the monster, which has a lot to do with you." The system uncle said honestly.
"That's for sure. After all, it's bound to our grand master. It has to be based on my standpoint. It's impossible to stand on the standpoint of an outsider. Of course, I won't do bad things. Just give me an example." Fang Ning patiently road.
"There is a situation, such as the two tribes were at odds just now. In order to compete for land and other survival resources, the map cannot show the color of the combatants and cannot distinguish between good and bad."
"That's no problem. Survival comes first. Fight for survival. Just like an eagle eats a rabbit and a snake eats a frog. You cannot define one party as evil and the other as justice. Only those who kill cruelly and do not kill with the goal of survival, It can be classified as evil." Fang Ning nodded in agreement.
"Yes, the rich man is right."
"Then it's easy to make up for this flaw. Don't judge this part in the future, just skip it." Fang Ning took out the emergency measures that a programmer should have. If there is a problem with a piece of code, skip it first and not execute it...
Wait for a few days and see, maybe the problem will be solved... There are a few times when Baishi works.
"Well, you are really lazy." The system uncle was speechless.
"Look at what you said. Didn't I say before... No, how could you say I'm a lazy person to my face?" Fang Ning quickly stopped. He almost revealed his secret just now and revealed that the doppelgänger in the dream was played by himself.
"Oh, my brother said you can't speak ill of people behind their backs, so I said it to their faces." The uncle said confidently.