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VOLUME 75 Dogs and Men

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    Section 75 Dogs and men

    The World Tower prop has a small rule that is universally defaulted.

    If there is no accident, below 500 floors, ordinary scattered number floors will only produce ordinary items, and small integer floors will produce ordinary items and rare items.

    As for the unique treasure, it is basically only possible to see it on the large integer level.

    This set of rules has not appeared in other cases so far.

    Therefore, the strength of the limit hundred floors and the resident hundred floors is very likely to be very different.

    First, a large integer layer of 100 will produce much more props than a small integer layer of 80 or 90.

    Second, it is only possible to see the unique treasure on the large integer level, but not every time, and the permanent residence can make up for the lack of luck through the number of times.

    Third, in terms of difficulty, only those who can gain a firm foothold on the large integer layer are qualified to be called tower climbers. After all, the entire World Tower has only 10 large integer layers.

    The male second confessed very sincerely and cried very sadly.

    But that doesn't change the fact that he's hiding the truth.

    Originally, he thought that what he was about to face was just an ordinary 20th floor. With three other masters who were resident on the 100th floor leading the way, his fake 100th floor should not be exposed.

    Anyway, no one stipulates that a hundred-layer master must be rare, right?

    Is he out of luck?

    Or being poor is also a reason, can't you sell all the rare ones you get?

    But now, any justification is meaningless.

    Because there are guns!

    The violent integer floor with guns, even if the five people present are all masters who are resident on the 100th floor, they may not be able to pass safely.

    What's more, right now, there's a hypocrite who's hiding the truth, and a person who concentrates on eating and drinking improperly.

    There are two girls in the hands of the remaining three hundred-story masters, one is more spiritual, and the other is scientific deciphering.

    The only man who was physically capable of fighting, stood alone and frowned, and could almost feel the real pressure coming towards his face.

    Heaviness was written all over his face.

    It's like hanging a thousand weights.

    Shouts began to be heard outside, and through content analysis, someone was checking the shelves line by line, planning to gather hostages.

    This discovery made several people feel heavy and puzzled at the same time.

    Is it necessary to play so big to grab a broken supermarket?

    Still concentrating hostages?

    What's the matter?  Are you ready to confront the police?  Negotiate a negotiation and ask someone to prepare a car to transfer the ten boxes of instant noodles and two bags of ham sausage they grabbed?

    "We will find our row of shelves in a while. If there are less than three people, you will attract their attention." The first man turned his head and whispered to the three people behind him: "I have a prop here, which is a rare [Silence] on the 100th floor.  Dagger], no matter where you poke it, you can make the other party silent, it counts as much as you can do."

    Before he finished speaking, the expressions of the three of them were as if they had seen a ghost.

    There was a thump in my heart.

    Just heard the angry shouting sound coming from the front.

    Looking back, a masked gangster held a long-barreled shotgun, the black muzzle pointed straight at his head, and two gangsters wearing the same headgear rushed in wielding a machete.

    The male one immediately faltered, and raised his hands high to express his submission.

    The gangsters rushed in to touch him, and the man knew something was wrong, and just about to muster up the courage to struggle, the [Silent Dagger] was searched out.

    He looked at the small dagger in the gangster's hand, and tried to explain in foreign languages ??that it was just a fruit knife.

    The gangster with the machete hit him in the stomach with the handle of the machete.

    "Ouch!" the man clutched his belly and bent over to retch, before being pushed out by the gangsters twisting his arms.

    The treatment of the remaining two is similar.

    The second female was not very cooperative with the body search, she was evasive, and instantly became honest when she was slapped on the face.

    The male second was very cooperative in the search, but the gangster who was in charge of searching him found nothing. He was very angry and even gave him a knife handle on his waist, which made the male second gasp.

    Under the threat of gunpoint, the three of them watched their hands tied behind their backs with a rope, and their minds were muddled.

    Is this still the 20th floor?

    Since when did the 20th floor have such difficulty?

    Why is there no chance at all?

    Encountered a new type of persuasion layer?

    Could it be that he got out of the tower just after climbing the 20th floor this week?

    Do you not lose your life when you go back with dozens of points?

    The minds of the three of them were filled with question marks, and their hearts were filled with grievances.

      Being headed by the muzzle of a gun, he didn't dare to make the slightest movement of resistance.

    For tower climbers on the hundredth floor or so, unless they have ingenious rare props or unique treasures, it is difficult for them to be opponents of guns.

    After the three of them were escorted out, it was Mi Lai's turn to search. The knife-wielding gangster froze for a moment when he saw her eyes, and looked back at the one with the gun outside the shelf.

    The gunman came over to check after receiving his gaze, and was taken aback when he saw Mi Lailai, and stood there for a while.

    After regaining consciousness, he raised his gun and fired at his companion.

    "boom!"

    The shot head of the unsuspecting gangster is like a bursting watermelon, splashing its juices.

    The remaining gangster swung a machete and yelled and slashed at the arm of the gunman. The shotgun fell to the ground, and the two gangsters wrestled together.

    The men, one, two, and two women who saw this scene outside the shelf were all shocked.

    Mi Lailai said with an innocent face: "Didn't you mean to attract their attention? Does this count as success?"

    Picking up the shotgun from the ground with one hand, he fired a shot at each of the two gangsters who were struggling.

    Two watermelons burst open.

    Wang Wen, who was full of food and drink, wiped her mouth and carried the gun, and said lightly: "Forget it."

    Mi Lailai happily said to Wang Wen: "How are you, little brother?"

    Wang Wen thought for a while, picked up the gangster's machete and cut the rope binding the three of them.

    The first man picked up his [Silent Dagger] immediately, rubbed his stomach and thanked Wang Wen: "Thanks to you, buddy, otherwise we would have been wiped out."

    Wang Wen turned her head and glanced at Mi Lailai, who was bleeding and body-searching next to the gangster, shook her head and said, "Even without me, the entire army would not be wiped out."

    While talking, Mi Lailai stepped forward wiping his bloody hands, and happily said to Wang Wen, "I'm fine too, what's the next step, Brother Warrior?"

    Wang Wen walked out without saying a word, carrying a gun.

    Mi Lailai walked out without saying a word, sticking to his arm.

    Any gangsters who rushed up on the road were knocked down. The gun feel became better and better, and the aim became more and more accurate.

    After several waves of conflict, the gangster organization noticed that the hard bones here could not be chewed and several teeth were broken, so they quickly called for reinforcements.

    I don't know why it takes such a large scale to grab a supermarket.

    As a result, when the reinforcements show up, it's a new gunslinger!

    There is actually more than one gun in this group of gangsters!

    However, as soon as the gunman showed his face, Mi Lailai pointed at him.

    The man stared blankly for a moment.

    Wang Wen accurately captured this moment, raised his hand and shot half of the gunman's jaw and most of his neck.

    Seeing the other party fall down with his head tilted before a shot was fired, Wang Wen weighed the shotgun in his hand with a dissatisfied expression on his face.

    The aim is still not enough, and the bullets are too scattered, and it is difficult to control at a little distance.

    He suddenly missed the shotgun he got from Qin Wuzheng, the eldest son of Tiansheng who was stranded.

    With great power and straight trajectory, that is the weapon that men should use.

    Although reloading is a little more troublesome.  .

    While thinking about it, Wang Wen walked to the place where the gunman fell down and fumbled with his hands and feet, lamenting how considerate he was, knowing that he didn't have enough ammunition for continuous shooting, and quickly sent someone to deliver the goods to the door.

    The men hiding behind looked at each other in blank dismay.

    Looking at the two people who seemed to be fearless in front of them, a thought came to my heart at the same time: What a pair of brave dogs and men.
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