"What's going on?" George looked more and more puzzled, but he seemed to understand, and waited for Roger to answer.

"It's the other way around. What else? Black and white are reversed. Hey, look at those billboards above." Roger happily pointed to the advertisements on the street and the LED advertising screens.

All models appearing in advertisements are black, with very few white models. The situation on the street is also reversed.

Black people are polite, wear white-collar suits, and are polite and courteous. White people are rude and rude, dancing hip-hop on the street, and from time to time they mask themselves and enter convenience stores to rob.

A police car passed by several white people, and they looked extremely nervous, as if the people in the police car would come down to question them or treat them to peanuts in the next second.

Slowly, George understood. He opened his mouth wide and said with a look of disbelief: "Zhongzhu is discriminating?!?"

Yes, in the real world of New York, it's completely reversed here, and the criminals have become white.

And people are the backbone of the country, the white-collar workers, the elite class——

"I think we'd better get out of here quickly. It's obvious that your guy has changed since he came here, haha."

If Roger's thousands of episodes of Death's Little Monk were not in vain, this George's bastard is a swine discriminator.

In reality, I was discriminated against a lot, and later I became a police officer. Secretly, I may still remember the past things in my mind, and it became an obsession.

When he decided to abandon his family and stay in this world, he began to take revenge on his previous life.

No matter how deeply you have been hurt in reality, how big your reaction will be when you become a god.

"Luo, you are right, we need to leave quickly." George began to agree with Roger.

No one can say for sure whether this former colleague will still abide by the laws in reality. After all, even the person has changed.

Therefore, George stopped worrying about rescuing his two buddies, and it was safest to leave here as soon as possible.

[This station is interrupting an emergency news report. Two unknown persons have just attacked two police officers on Brook Street.]

[The photo of the criminal is as follows. Please note that they are not citizens of this country and can be killed directly if they are in danger]

On the advertising screen of a supermarket on the roadside, a female black reporter was interrupting what just happened.

The most wanted criminals above are Roger and George.

"Trouble, Luo, we are wanted by the whole city now..."

"What Fak, who are you...?!"

When George turned to look at Roger, he was almost scared to death.

Because someone in the driver's seat turned into a black man at some point, all in black. If it weren't for the fact that the clothes and shoes belonged to Roger, George would have almost pulled out a gun.

"Hey, don't be nervous, man, it's just you who is in trouble, I'm not in trouble, hehe-" Roger gloated, the effect of the vest was finally revealed.

"You...are you Luo?" George said incredulously, and reached out to touch Roger's skin to make sure it was not ink...

Roger slapped the other person's hand away, "Otherwise, as an exorcist, it's logical to have several vests."

"But, you are too... What can you do, help me change my appearance."

"Sorry, the vest is my personal exclusive. I can't give it to others. The author won't let it-"

"............"

While the two were talking, a man far away in the White House was listening to the report of his subordinates with great interest.

Then I turned on the TV and saw that one person was unfamiliar, and one turned out to be a former colleague from the police station, George.

Perhaps it was because he was too boring and he could just pass the game directly, so the black man named Camato, after confirming that George was a colleague in the real world, immediately came up with the idea of ​​playing the game.

After giving some instructions to his men, they nodded and left. Camato crossed his legs and waited happily to watch the news.

"Luo, we have to change cars. The police car is too conspicuous."

"What you said is good, but I think it's useless, because this is his territory, and he must know it. If he wants to be disadvantageous to us, he can change any car."

Roger finally stopped the car, "But you are right, change the car and lower his alertness, if he really intends to do us harm."

Finally, he looked at a women's clothing store on the roadside, tilted his head, and glanced at George.

George:..........

————

After a while, a tall, dark-skinned aunt came out. The clerk inside had been knocked unconscious by Roger, tied up and thrown away.

"You're pretty good in women's clothing. It seems like you have the potential to be a spy."

Yes, George put on makeup and looked like a black aunt because it was easier to avoid arousing suspicion.

"Stop joking, the most important thing for us now is to find a way to escape quickly. Do you know where the exit is?" George said dissatisfied.

Roger took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on his face, then opened the Eye of Judgment and looked around.

"This dimension, how should I say, is a bit like a kaleidoscope. There are exits everywhere, or it may not be everywhere, because it only needs to break a mirror to create a gap.

The problem is that some mirrors look very strong, and some look very fragile. It looks like a newly born mirror at first glance. All we have to do is run to the weaker mirror and break it with one shot to get out."

George followed Roger's gaze and couldn't see anything.

"Where is the exit?"

"Camato is the creator of this world, but he will not carefully construct every detail of the entire world. In places where the mirror was just born, the mirrors are relatively fragile, so we can just run there. In other words

In other words, just outside the city——"

Then Roger looked around and saw that those cars were all imaginary in Camato's world. If Camato had any ill intentions towards them, it would disappear as long as he thought about it.

If it's not safe, then don't do it. Roger doesn't like to place his safety on others, so he reaches behind his butt and pulls out a Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

"George, get in the car, we have to hurry up, he is a wanted criminal in the city now."

George's face twitched. Although he was once again surprised by Roger's magic, he knew that now was not the time to ask this question, so he got on his motorcycle directly.

"Let's go, let's go -"

boom!--

After a roar of the motorcycle, Roger turned the accelerator to the maximum and drove off.

At this time, the streets are full of FBI, CIA, and miscellaneous police officers. There is no doubt that they are all bastards...

Then these policemen were looking for two people, George and Roger, a mixed-race man. Their faces were doctoral supervisors all over the city.
Chapter completed!