Mandala clenched his hands and rubbed them together, and sawdust slipped from his fingers onto the stage.
"A bunch of useless trash, not even a decent man."
Mandala raised the completely powdered sawdust in his hand heavily.
After the transformation stimulated by alcohol and stimulants, people naturally cannot stand the irony of Mandala, but they are also afraid of the powerful power of Mandala.
It is quite appropriate to describe their situation as a dilemma.
At this moment, there began to be some commotion outside the crowd, and gradually the commotion became larger and larger.
Then, a path began to open spontaneously in the crowded crowd, and a burly man with his upper body covered in clothes walked with heavy footsteps.
Directly in front of the mandala.
His broad chest was still steaming.
It was obvious that he had traveled a long distance to get here.
The dense wounds on his chest proved the brutal battles he had experienced in the past.
Under the knotted muscles were muscles and bones that were like steel bars.
His thick upper arms alone were as thick as Mandala's thighs.
"I'll do it."
The strong man then sat down opposite Mandala calmly.
"Why did Torettore appear here if he wasn't out hunting today?"
"Idiot, you don't even think about who runs this bar.
This bitch is obviously here to cause trouble.
Torre must have rushed back after hearing the news."
"I really can't understand how Torre could fall in love with a refugee woman and use his own savings to help her open a bar."
"Torre didn't say anything, so what are you worrying about?
It's not your points that are being spent.
Besides, Torre's network of connections has become wider and wider in the past few years, and more and more people are asking him to do things, so what?
There will be a shortage of points” "You two, stop arguing and just enjoy the show."
"Now that Torre is here, what else is there to watch?
No matter how troublesome this girl is, she can't be Torre's opponent."
"That's not necessarily the case.
Although Torre is powerful, this bitch is obviously not a vegetarian."
Listening to the whispers around him, Mandala stared at the person opposite him with interest.
Although he was facing an almost middle-aged Cyborg warrior, even Mandala had to admit that this man had something abnormal.
His demeanor and charm, his movements and gestures always give people a sense of security, making people instinctively let go of their guard.
"Uncle, if you want to arm-wrestle with me, are you bullying my youth?"
Mandala put down his long legs on the table.
"What do you want?"
Torre remained calm, his slightly melancholy eyes like a pool of deep water.
"It's easy to say.
If I want to win, you only need to agree to a small condition.
But if you win, I will lose you 100 points.
What do you think?"
Mandala said, holding her chin.
"This is not fair at all.
Who knows what conditions you will offer."
Many reformers around expressed doubts about such a bet.
But Torre nodded in agreement almost without thinking.
Torre knew his purpose today.
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He was here to solve the problem.
As long as he could achieve the final goal in the end, he didn't care about other things.
This was how he was able to slowly transform from a small recruit into a reformer.
He is quite famous for transforming people's way of life, and he does not think that he will lose.
"If I win, you will no longer be welcome in this bar, nor will anyone who causes chaos here."
Torre spoke slowly, and his words were obviously not just directed at Mandala.
As more and more people flow into A-19, this small lost bar becomes more and more chaotic.
Torre is a person who hates chaos, and the proprietress of this bar is even more disgusting.
Chaotic people.
"If I lose, I promise you will never see me again throughout A-19."
Mandala raised her chin.
This time it was Torre's turn to be a little surprised.
He didn't expect that the female cybernetic recruit in front of him, who was obviously much younger than him, would have such strong self-confidence.
"Whatever you want."
Torre smiled faintly, and then placed his right arm firmly on the wooden table.
While all the Cyborg warriors in the bar were still excited, in the deep mountains outside A-19, a lonely figure walked slowly forward in the biting Siberian north wind.
Cold nights bring not only sharp drops in temperature, but also the possibility of more potential dangers.
This figure wearing the Death Angel's standard snow camouflage combat uniform finally chose to kneel under an inconspicuous dwarf tree in the middle of the mountain.
Looking along his line of sight, he could almost see the entire valley, and it was close to The 80% area is covered by the effective range.
Then an exaggerated and huge sniper rifle was taken off his back, and he carefully checked the barrel and scope.
He just quietly blended into the surrounding environment.
This lonely figure is none other than Fan who has rushed to the battlefield in advance.
For any sniper, the selection of the sniper position is a crucial part of any plan.
Before the battle begins, the sniper must be familiar with the environment surrounding the mission location.
Although the environment in this area is The 3D panorama has been stored in the mission details, but it is an intelligent synthesis after all, and the real terrain may change somewhat.
Moreover, the mission content requirement this time was simply "clear the Zerg troops in the area."
The vague positioning brought more uncertain factors, so after taking a short rest, Fan immediately chose to rush here. .
The valley in front of him is only a small part of the insect nest that stretches across the entire mountain range, but even this small part needs to be taken seriously by Fan Lai.
Through the scene in the sniper scope, Fan has discovered several obvious insect nest holes.
Most of the dormant insect nests in this valley have begun to show signs of waking up.
There are collectors coming and going from the exits of many insect nests. .
The semi-dormant insect nest still emits unstable magnetic field pulses, which affects Fan's visual field of vision to a certain extent.
The second-level visual field of vision is not enough to cover the entire valley, and the perception intensity is not enough to penetrate the thick layer.
Thick snow and rock formations reach the center of the insect nest.
Under the hazy moonlight, the Siberian night wind is like a steel knife picking bones.
Even the Zerg will not choose to stay outside the nest for a long time at this time.
Only the strongest creatures can survive here.
Fan crawled quietly under this short tree for half an hour.
During this period, he had to lower his body temperature to reduce heat consumption.
However, this time, he used this technique of lowering his body temperature more skillfully. , the 20 minutes of body temperature control not only did not make Fan feel tired, but gave him a feeling of being able to handle it with ease.
Through this half-hour of observation, he has clearly shown several areas that need to be focused on on the three-dimensional map of the command window of Fan's left hand.
Then he stood up slowly, restored the flattened snow under him to its original shape, picked up the sniper rifle, and looked for the next observation point under the cover of the cold wind.
In the cold night, that lonely back was just like his cold heart
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