"My soul is wandering in the old country, my affections should laugh at me, my hair will soon turn grey …"
Fang Ning stood on the shore of a small town in Australia, reciting a poem.
The greenery of the beach seemed exceptionally calm, as if nothing had happened. He wanted to recite a poem, but unfortunately, he could not come up with anything new, so he could only memorize a famous work of a sage.
The last time he came to this country, Sir System showed off its might here, beating up a group of octopus demons, no, octopus people, who were stealing pots and looting toilets, until they were dizzy and floated in the sea for god knows how many days.
At this time, quarreling sounds could be heard from afar. A similar scene was happening, except that the protagonist had changed, and the target of robbery had also changed.
"Lowly humans, get out of our land!"
"You took our land, now it's time to return it!"
A group of indigenous men with bright feathers on their heads and strange tattoos on their faces, holding spears and bows in their hands, were besieging a group of white men in the town.
Their weapons looked ridiculous, but the white people who were confronting them, although each of them was holding a long-barreled shotgun, none of them laughed.
This was because the other party's spears were glowing, which was exceptionally strange.
The arrowheads were surrounded by eerie Yin energy, which made people shudder.
On the bodies of these indigenous men, there were patterns flashing in green or red light, as if they were protecting them.
Several bullets had fallen in front of them, the steel bullets had been distorted, almost unrecognizable.
There were several shallow white marks on one of their hands.
It turned out that before this, there was actually a real-life drama of "hand-grabbing bullets"!
The Heavenly Axiom had reincarnated, and obviously, it was no longer the era when the white people's ancestors hunted with shotguns. Back then, they knew that the indigenous people were also humans, but they still hunted them as prey.
Now, the descendants of the indigenous people had advanced weapons … demon energy from the Upper Realm.
And the descendants of the white colonists were reduced to the role of prey.
"If you dare take another step forward, we'll inform the guards and send a plane over! I don't believe that you can resist bullets, let alone a plane! "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'll take it all back!" A tattooed man aimed a bow and arrow at the group of white people and said fiercely.
"Thom, you weren't like this before. We're clearly good friends, and you're also a legal citizen of this country. Even if you take the land back, how many people do you have, can you develop it?" The old white man tried to persuade him.
"You don't have to worry about that. We have many friends, and they'll help us solve this problem!" Thom said confidently.
"What did they promise you?"
"Hmph, they promised us that as long as we take back the land, they will give us a large sum of rent every year. Unlike before, when you snatched away our ancestors' land and didn't give them a single cent. Perhaps you did give them a glass ball of this size? "Somme used his thumb and forefinger to draw a circle.
"Hahaha!" The people behind him immediately burst into laughter.
"You're talking about the Americans. We used to be citizens under the rule of the Queen of the Great Eagle Empire. Your chiefs signed an agreement to let us govern your land, and in exchange, we'll protect you. That's why you're still alive." The old white man tried his best to defend himself.
"Heh heh, that's all a scam by you humans. Since we used to know each other, we don't want to kill anyone today. Hurry up and take your things and get lost!" Thom shouted fiercely.
The group of white people looked at each other, and some of them started to move backward.
They had stood up bravely to stop them from rushing into the town and hurting their wives and families. Now that they could escape, they did not want to fight these impenetrable monsters.
"Stop, Locke. You can't believe what he said. They're enemies who want to rob our home. Can we believe the words of our enemies?" The old white man was experienced, and he firmly believed in one thing.
They must not leave their backs to their enemies!
"Idiot, I'll tell you a name, and you'll definitely believe it." For some reason, the indigenous leader, Thom, suddenly sounded serious.
"Who?" The old white man asked.
"Vigilante A …" He said with a hint of fear in his voice, "As long as he's still alive in this world, we won't hunt you people like your ancestors did. Someone once said that in his eyes, you're probably innocent. "
"Who told you that?" The old white man was sharp, and he immediately caught a clue.
"Don't ask anymore. I've already given my word. Are you leaving or not?" Thom pressed.
He had just performed how he caught bullets with his bare hands, but he had underestimated his old friends' determination to protect their home.
Pfft!
That was his home, the land left behind by his ancestors. Although they were once friends, even blood brothers had to settle accounts, not to mention that it was land worth hundreds of millions of dollars!
With this land, he could live the life of a chief!
He could marry dozens of beautiful women, live in a villa with a swimming pool, and drive Bugatti Veyron, Porsche, Bentley … He would no longer be like before, where he could only work as a security guard or a cleaner.
That's right, there was no such thing as a grand goal. When it came to individuals, all they wanted was to live a good life. No one would sacrifice for nothing, unless they had been brainwashed.
"Let's go. Since he mentioned the name of the Pharos of the East, he probably won't dare to shoot us in the back …" The old white man said to the others.
"Alright, we'll listen to you, Old Man Starbucks," the group of people shouted.
The Pharos of the East shone on the entire world. Even a remote and desolate place like this was bathed in his glory.
Just like that, a massacre and bloodshed that could have taken place vanished into nothingness because of his deterrence.
The Pharos of the East was far more reliable than the so-called international conventions!
Fang Ning watched from the sky, holding the golden book in his hand. He did not make a move, he wanted to see what these people were up to.
When the group of white people returned home, picked up their children and wives, and drove away, this group of tall men, the indigenous people, rushed into the town that had quickly quietened down, cheering and shouting.
"This biggest house is mine!" Thom waved his bow and arrow as he took over a rich man's villa.
"Then I'll take this one!" The others shouted, fighting to claim their spoils of war.
These people ran around, marking the houses that they had their eyes on.
In the end, they gathered in a bar, exhausted, and started to drink to their heart's content. The bartender and the boss had long fled. They were not locals, so they would not defend this town.
"It's a pity that there weren't many white chicks left," a native man who was much fatter than his companions said wretchedly.
"Shut up, Hans. If you really do that, I'm afraid that the Pharos will kill you!" Thom said in fear.
"Does he really have that kind of power? We're in such a remote place, how can he see us? "The fat native man said in disbelief.
"Hmph, I saw with my own eyes the last time a thief tried to steal a car. He fell from the sky and beat him up, not far from here. If you do something like that, you'll definitely be killed! He's a person who hates rape and murder the most. If you steal something, he won't usually beat you to death, "Thom said with fear.
"I see." The group of native men came to a realization. No wonder this temporary leader had repeatedly emphasized that they only needed to show off their power and scare away those people.
It turned out that he was worried that if they got into a conflict, someone would be killed, or if they could not control the situation, and something evil would happen. That would be troublesome.
Although they had the Holy Power, Vigilante A's fame had spread far and wide, because the media often used him to attract attention.
Superheroes were always a hot topic, always the center of attention. No matter what color they were, what race they were from, what country they were from, as long as their actions were in line with the views of ordinary people, it was easy for them to gain a lot of recognition.
Most people always wanted to get close to the strong, and hoped that the strong would be like what they expected …
And Vigilante A just happened to fulfill their expectations.
Compared to many strong people who did not care about anything, or those who were upright but not strong, or those who had problems with their personalities and were often accused of going against justice, Vigilante A did not have any of these weaknesses.
His few flaws were subconsciously ignored by most people under his powerful aura.
This was the treatment of the strong, people would subconsciously beautify them in order to gain spiritual comfort.
In the bar of the small town, a group of natives fought to be the first to drink, but they did not know that a book had quietly flown in.
"Thump." A fellow was hit on the head, then he swayed and fell to the ground.
"Just a few glasses and you're done?! Watch me, give me another barrel of rum! "Chief Somme did not take it seriously and said to one of his subordinates.
The subordinate drank whiskey, then went to the back to get more alcohol.
When he picked up a wooden barrel, he also received a hit on the head, and also swayed and fell to the ground.
He was stronger than before, and before he fainted, he turned around to look, but he did not see anything.
Fang Ning watched from the side and was secretly puzzled.
He could not help but say to the System, "How did our baby learn to be so wretched? Sir, you never do sneak attacks, but it steals when it can, and when it can't, it just stays at the side. "
He thought that the System would not answer, but he did not expect it to already know how to answer first …
"I've said it before, one is marked by the company one keeps. The kind of owner, the kind of treasure …" The System said proudly.
"…" Fang Ning was speechless.
After a while, he suddenly had an idea and said sadly, "My baby is so pitiful, it's forced to this point."
The System said doubtfully, "This stupid book is always carefree, it hasn't died of old age, it doesn't need to find a wife, what's so pitiful about it?"
Fang Ning took the opportunity to say, "My baby can't be compared to you, Sir. You know all kinds of skills, but it only has one move to attack intelligence. Although the effect is touching, it's too simple. It must've suffered a lot in Zhi Nan's Paradise Realm, that's why it evolved to attack invisibly. Sir, let me ask you a question … "
"You don't have to say it, I loved it before." The System immediately answered.
"Nonsense, I want to ask you, don't you feel sorry for my baby?" Fang Ning really admired the System's intuition, its answer was not too ridiculous.
Now it did not love his baby, and kept calling it 'stupid book' …
It was all jealousy.
"I don't feel sorry for it, it can't be destroyed anyway, you can do whatever you want." The System said proudly.
"Damn it, forget it, my baby has accumulated quite a lot of experience points, I'll give you 0.5% of the processing fee, you can help my baby upgrade some new skills." Fang Ning said 'generously'.
"Fifty percent."
"Ten percent."
"Fifty-five percent …"
"F * ck, you're still raising the price higher?"
"Of course I'm raising it higher, because I have a monopoly …" The System said proudly.
"Hmph, is that so? That's good, I have a monopoly too, your strategic decisions are all made by me." Fang Ning retorted.
"Damn it, 30%, I can't go any lower." The System gave in easily.
"That's more like it, I know you need experience points to level up, but investing in my baby is like investing ten times, don't just focus on what's in front of you and ignore the big picture, you won't be able to make a lot of money." Fang Ning was naturally very satisfied, and gave the System a bowl of chicken soup.
"Oh, I know. Right, my System Map is only one percent away from leveling up, but there's a System Mission …" The System said honestly.
"I knew you gave in so quickly because you wanted something from me. You don't have any System Mission Module, right? You were the one who cooked up the mission for my precious game book, but you didn't publish it when you saw that it couldn't make money. Are you really a lousy game developer? "Fang Ning said doubtfully.
"It can't be considered a mission, right? To be more precise, it's equivalent to patching the System, no, helping me perfect the content. There's a flaw in the Rules of my System Map, and I need you to fix it. "The System said in a small voice.
"Hahaha!" Fang Ning heard it and immediately became proud, "How about it, I'm a former programmer, a high-level programmer with ten years of experience, and I'm finally useful. Tell me, what's the flaw in the Rules of your System Map?"
"Oh, there's a small problem when judging the color of the monsters, and this has a lot to do with you." The System said honestly.
"That's for sure, no matter what, it's bound to me, Master Fang, so it's impossible for me to stand on the side of an outsider. Of course, I won't do anything bad, give me an example. "Fang Ning said patiently.
"There's a situation. For example, when the two clans were fighting for land and other survival resources, the map couldn't show the color of the combatants, so it couldn't distinguish between good and bad."
"That's not a problem. Survival comes first, and fighting for survival is just like how eagles eat rabbits and snakes eat frogs. You can't define which side is evil and which side is righteous. Only those who kill without the goal of survival can be defined as evil. "Fang Ning nodded in agreement.
"Yes, Mr. Rich Boss, you're right."
"Then it's easy to fix this flaw. Don't judge this area in the future, just skip it." Fang Ning took out an emergency measure that a programmer should have. If there was a problem in the code, he would first skip it and not execute it …
If he dragged it out for a few days, the problem might be solved … There were a few times out of a hundred attempts that would work.
"Ugh, you're really a lazy egg." The System was speechless.
"Look at you, didn't I say before … No, how can you say I'm a lazy egg to my face?" Fang Ning quickly shut his mouth. He almost let the cat out of the bag and revealed that he was the doppelganger in the dream.
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