()To this day, I still don’t want to recall an incident that happened at the end of February.

After that incident, I understood a truth from the bottom of my soul: naughty children are indeed the most troublesome species on earth, and if a naughty child has parents to help him, he is like a god!

I didn’t have classes that afternoon, so I just wandered around on the street when I was bored. Of course, this was an excuse to others. In fact, the main goal was to save the money I earned so that I wouldn’t have to dream about it every night.

I saw an armed robber come to my door and asked me to borrow pocket money.

In the old century, Moscow was said to be a gathering place for drunkards, nationalists, smugglers, thieves, and the best bureaucrats. In the new century, this has not changed much. People with bulging pockets are constantly looking around the streets.

, there are big and small furry bears walking around with their arms around each other, carrying this bottle of wine in their hands as they walk. After drinking enough, they will flop down on the ground and sleep, and then they will be dragged by the cylindrical automatic robots patrolling the streets.

They were dragged into law enforcement vehicles like garbage; thugs in leather jackets huddled in the dark streets, constantly casting malicious glances at outsiders. If they were not careful, they would drag them in and beat them up.

The solution to this gang of villains is also very simple: modify a batch of automatic robots, replace them with violent weapons such as shotguns and automatic rifles, and become law enforcement robots that replace the military police. They will kill each other when they encounter them, but unfortunately

The attack effect is often too violent, and the AI ​​written by the Treaty Army has a low IQ. It often happens that everyone is killed indiscriminately.

Because I had a lot of money in my pocket, if a foreigner suddenly transferred a large amount of money to the card, I was afraid it would arouse suspicion, so I had to run it like money laundering. The coverage of ousvehicles (abbreviated as au) is not high, and I spent a whole morning.

I finally got the whole package, and I still have 2,000 marla left on hand, which I plan to use as living expenses for the next two months.

With a good mood, I walked to the AU waiting hall to wait for the bus. Suddenly I felt the corner of my clothes being pulled by someone. I turned around and saw that it was a man wearing dirty, rough synthetic fiber clothes and hair.

She is a messy little girl, but strangely her sloppy dress cannot hide her good inner beauty.

"Brother, do you need a cigarette?"

The little girl blinked her big eyes and asked in a pitiful tone as if she hadn't eaten enough.

Although I have heard that the supply of light industrial products is very tight because the treaty side puts all its efforts on heavy industry, and there are also rumors spread among Mao Xiong students, such as, "I waited in line for three hours to buy a box of beef."

There is a rumor that I had to wait in line all morning to buy a shirt, but it was the first time I saw this kind of street vendor that had been extinct in the Republic for almost 30 years. I still felt like a country bumpkin entering the city. It was quite novel.

People who know me well probably know what I will do as I am very kind-hearted when I see a cute girl.

"Um...how much does a box cost?"

"Twenty horses."

So I smiled and took out my wallet, ready to pay.

Then I saw a flash of white light in front of my eyes, and then my wallet and the little girl disappeared together.

"Holy shit!"

I cursed loudly, which frightened the furry bears waiting for the bus around me. When I thought about having to bear the loss of more than 30,000 horses, I felt like the hairs on my body stood up.

Fortunately, I caught the thief's back the moment she was about to disappear into the crowd, and immediately chased after her. Although this guy ran fast enough, it was still far behind me who had specially practiced it, so I grabbed her.

The collar of his collar pinned her to the ground, as if he were snatching the purse from her hand, but this guy was as cunning as a loach and couldn't catch it.

At this time, many people had gathered around, pointing at our strange pair. Suddenly, a man in slovenly clothes rushed out from the crowd. He stared at me with red eyes and punched me hard several times.

"Damn it, what are you doing to my daughter, you bastard!"

Damn it, this guy hit really hard, and he very covertly chose the position above my back. He almost spit out my blood a few times, but I couldn't free my hands, so I could only stand and take the beating.

At this time, an old woman who looked like her came out. She screamed shrilly, and stretched out her claws like chicken claws to scratch my face, which caused blood immediately.

"Let go, let go of my Nali!"

There were obviously more comments around me, and more of them were scolding me.

"Look, the scumbags nowadays are really lawless."

"It is indeed the Eastern Monkeys. Thanks to them, the public security has become increasingly chaotic recently."

"That's right, why hasn't the government legislated to drive them all out?"

"What are you waiting for? Beat him!"

I don't know who yelled, and all of a sudden they rushed towards several drunk bears, vomiting the smell of alcohol in their mouths, and beat me all over my face.

"Fuck, wait a minute, you guys are doing..."

Before he finished speaking, he received a solid right blow to his face. The blood flow in his head was knocked aside. His mouth was filled with the smell of blood, and he almost didn't let go.

Only then did I realize that this look looked too much like a street robbery, and that a normal person would make biased judgments. I felt that there were already hot-blooded bears ready to intervene. Seeing that the situation was favorable, the little girl took advantage of the opportunity.

She was twisting like crazy, pretending to cry pitifully while struggling for her life. I had no choice but to grit my teeth and hold on to her, and the result was a bunch of bastards beating her harder and harder.

Damn it, so what if I just let you hit me a few times, I don't believe you can make a difference, I thought angrily.

But it turns out that they can really make a difference, and make a big difference.

Along with the sound of tracks scraping the ground, I saw a cylindrical robot lining up the crowd and pointing its ring-shaped red eyes at me. Also facing me was the black muzzle of a 12-gauge shotgun.

I can even see the four sharp rifling lines on this thing.

"Your behavior has violated Article 62 of the Public Security Law. Please put your head in your hands and accept the inspection. This is the first warning."

"Fuck, you're blind because you're obviously..."

"Your behavior has violated Article 62 of the Public Security Law. Please put your head in your hands and accept the inspection. This is the second warning."

Now I can’t even curse, because it’s useless for such a mentally retarded person who only has the first-generation AI “formal judgment” function. This thing can’t call data and video online, can’t think duly, and can’t adapt.

, will only make the most direct judgment based on the situation at hand, and I remember that the warnings of law enforcement robots usually only say three times.

"If you don't want to be beaten to ashes, let go of your paw, stupid monkey."

The little thief raised his head and laughed maliciously, with an expression of "I don't dare to do anything to you", like a little villain who has succeeded in his conspiracy. The two accomplices also had the opportunity to pounce on my person, one of them pulled me, and the other broke off.

My wrist, with a proud look on my face, seemed to be determined and I didn't dare to move it.

Angry, furious, furious. I was already in a bad mood after having my wallet robbed, and now I was beaten up by someone who confused right and wrong. I have never been so embarrassed since I was a child. I feel like my anger is almost over.

When it reaches the forehead, it is almost about to explode!

So I started to get crazy.

"Let your mother go!"

I grabbed the little thief by the collar with my left hand and lifted her up.

To help her up?

Sorry, I am educating her on behalf of my parents!

The anger made me burst out with 200% of my strength. I grabbed the little thief's calf with my right hand and swung the 40 to 50-pound man 360 degrees like a swinging stick, surrounding me in a circle.

The furry bears were all blown away in an instant like badminton balls.

But it’s far from over!

I stood still and angrily raised the little thief who had even forgotten to scream in fear, swung my arm vertically downward, and then hit the law enforcement robot on the head with a blast!

"Your behavior has violated Article 62 of the Public Security Law. Please put your head in your hands and accept the inspection. This is the first...dong...squeak."

After the whole body of the law enforcement robot made a strange noise, it stopped running while emitting black smoke. The whole forehead was dented. It looked like the chip and control board were also smashed. I remember whether the thickness of the top of this thing was designed to be one millimeter or more.

It was made of a two-millimeter steel plate and didn't look very strong. I didn't bother to care about it, so the little girl who only twitched occasionally after her face was smashed into the metal pit took the wallet and stuffed it into her pocket.

I think I'm sick to my core.

The furry bears who were watching all had expressions as if they had been punched, with their mouths open and their eyes blank. When they saw me approaching in a rage, they quickly spread out to both sides like a military parade, and "crack" neatly spread out to me.

Make way for a "safe passage".

I found a chair and sat down. I took out the remaining solid hemostatic glue from my winter vacation to treat the wounds. I carefully counted the scratches on my nails, and there were more than a dozen. My back also hurt like hell. I didn’t even need to look at it.

It must be a bruise.

The pain was so great that I almost wanted to drag a few out of the crowd and beat them up, but in the end my reason stopped me.

At this time, the two police officers who had been sitting at the intersection drinking, eating cucumbers and chatting nonsense finally ran over. They stared at the messy scene with their mouths open. They immediately pulled out their pistols and pointed them at me while nervously calling in a large number of police officers via the radio.

The manpower, carrying automatic rifles, submachine guns, machine guns, and even anti-tank rocket launchers, escorted me into the police car like an alien. The other two people and a half-dead man were also escorted in to record a confession.

To put it simply, as a criminal suspect, I was honorably arrested in accordance with the law.
Chapter completed!