Four young people sat down at a square table next to Fang Wen and the others. The four of them stared at Fang Wen and Martina without any concealment.

Fang Wen ate and drank 'a sensation' and ate two pounds of meat and drank all his glass of wine. Seeing that Martina was not interested in the pungent red wine, Fang Wen muttered: "If you don't drink it, you can't waste it! I wonder if it's difficult to get some contraband on the seventh floor underground?" He grabbed the huge wine glass, drank the glass of wine in one go, and then burped with satisfaction.

"Boss, come here. Redeem me some chrome coins." Fang Wen raised his hand, snapped his fingers in a familiar way, and made a gesture.

The shop owner looked so ugly that the four young men who had just sat down looked at each other and didn't say anything for a long time. When did the people in the military's divisional team know the gestures used by the black market?

Wu Dao stared at Fang Wen tightly. The boss kept playing with the butcher knife in his hand, without any intention of leaving the meat stall.

"Hey!" Fang Wen shouted in a low voice: "Will you not stop doing business?"

It took another half a day and there was no movement. After a long time, the boss said gloomyly: "It depends on who you do business with. Are you from the group? Why are there two people today?"

"How many people do you want? How many people do you want, I'll call you out!" Fang Wen raised his legs, hugged his chest with his hands, and looked at the people in the shop in a careless manner.

The four young men slowly stood up and took a step forward to Fang Wen.

Raising his hands as a surrender, Fang Wen stood up carefully and grinned at the black-faced young man closest to him. "Brother, I have something to say."

The black-faced young man looked at Fang Wen and said coldly: "What do you mean?"

"Well, I said that this beautiful girl and I betrayed the Military District of the Security Army and fled to you. Do you believe it?" Fang Wen put down his hands, leaned over to the black-faced young man, and whispered: "I swear I'm telling the truth. I swear with the souls of my father and mother in my previous life, I'm telling the truth. This, we are being chased by the military district of the Security Army, look..."

Martina looked at the four young people in a cold look. Her skills and cultivation were not enough, and her movements were dragging on her. Especially because of her experience, she actually let Fang Wen, a shameless guy, come to her side without any warning. Martina was too lazy to listen to Fang Wen's nonsense. She was just silently planning how short the four young people would be knocked down by Fang Wen.

"You are being chased by the military district?" The four young men looked at each other in a daze, and the black-faced young man frowned and said, "How do you confirm this? What do you want to do when you come here?"

Fang Wen smiled, and suddenly a knee hit the lower abdomen of the black-faced young man. The black-faced young man's face turned pale in an instant. He hugged his lower abdomen, softened his softness on the ground without even humming, and fainted with foaming. The other three young men shouted loudly and were about to take action. Fang Wen's move was like the wind, and his palm wrapped in dense red light had already hit their chests. The three of them felt that their chests were as if they were bombarded by heavy hammers, and their blood was sprayed far away, and their bodies were beaten upside down, breaking three holes in the wall of the shop and falling out from a distance.

"Ah?" Martina looked at Fang Wen in surprise. She rubbed her eyes with a little disbelief. "True Qi is liquid? This shameless guy can reach this level without getting the mental method of S level or above? How is it possible? "The Lie Yang Sutra" is not the "Supreme Yang Sutra". How could he refine the true Qi into liquid? This ~~~ He is really a genius?"

Martina's eyes were blurred, and her cat-like big eyes narrowed into a line, staring at Fang Wen's back.

"So he is actually much better than Karu, Gotu and the others." Martina frowned with two long silver eyebrows, stood up, drew her sword and walked towards the black-faced young man who was falling to the ground. With a trembling wrist, the sword drew a cold light and slashed at the black-faced young man's neck.

'Colden', Fang Wen waved his sword to block Martina's, and Mars splashed. Fang Wen said lazily: "How long does it take to kill them to attract powerful people? It's better to keep them to report the news. At least those high-level rioters will come earlier and faster."

Martina was stunned, and casually put the sword back on the sheath, nodding: "It makes sense. People from these shops may not necessarily know the senior leaders of the rebellion."

She walked out of the shop with her hands on her back, and suddenly kicked the strong man who had dropped the butcher knife to the ground and kicked the strong man who was unaware of it. The man coughed violently, vomited blood in his mouth, and crawled into a small alley next to him in a mess, never daring to come out again.

Fang Wen pulled the corner of his mouth and said in surprise: "Can you actually escape from her? That guy is lucky enough."

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He strode out of the shop, stood in the middle of the street with great arrogance, and shouted to the sky: "Lieutenant Colonel Martina Loxis, the new squadron leader of the Don't Move Group, is here to check it out! If there are any contrabands, you will be willing to hand over them. If the contraband is found from your home, you will be dead!"

Martina snorted coldly and was about to walk into the city, but she was shocked to see Fang Wen running back to the meat stall, grabbing a large number of silver coins from the drawer under the meat stall and stuffing them into her pocket. Martina was so angry that she was chilling in her hands and feet. She screamed, "Major Fang Wen! What are you doing?"

"What are you doing? Lieutenant Colonel, this is a chrome coin!" Fang Wenmei smiled and raised an well-made coin the size of a thumb, and said with a smile: "One standard point exchanges three chrome coins, but in fact, one chrome coin can buy a lot of things here. If they hadn't lacked standard points, it should actually be a chrome coin exchanged for five standard points. Do you know what the raw materials of chrome coins are? There are many ingredients in it, which are very valuable on it!"

Martina's body shivered violently. She gasped for a few heavy breaths, forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart, and shouted coldly: "Don't forget what we are here for!"

Fang Wen looked at Martina seriously, and the smile on his face called a bright light! He nodded very seriously and said seriously: "Of course I know what we are here for. But, if you take all their money, don't you think they will come faster?"

He quickly searched all the chrome coins in the meat stall, and Fang Wen walked to the shop where several owners were running away, and plundered the chrome coins found inside.

Martina was so angry that she couldn't speak. The first time she heard about this kind of thing, it was obvious that this was a physical currency issued by some people privately, which had violated the laws of the government. And Fang Wen, he could actually do such a thing! Martina felt that it was necessary for her to let Fang Wen learn what the law is and what military rules are.

Half of the shops on the street were looted - the owners ran away, and no one stopped him - Fang Wen's pocket was stuffed, and he couldn't get in his pocket anymore, so he simply got a big pocket and carried a bag of chrome coins back to Martina. "Lieutenant Colonel, we can continue to move towards the city." Fang Wen saluted seriously at Martina, who was one head taller than him: "I believe that with these baits, those masters of the rebellion will come soon."

Martina's little face twitched a few times, and she walked along the street without saying a word. For Fang Wen, she no longer had the strength to say anything else.

"Let him die at the hands of the rebellious party!" Martina had many vicious thoughts in her heart: "Even if he is a genius who can use A-level mental method to refine Qi and return liquid at the age of fifteen, let him die. If he is allowed to stay by his side, will I still have the face to meet people?"

As we were about to leave the market and enter the central city of Berlin No. 7, a dilapidated and extremely old-style jeep drove up on the front avenue.

Fang Wenteng rose up and landed hard on the front of the jeep, shouting: "Guard Military District, check! I suspect you have contraband on you, stop the car and check immediately."

The jeep suddenly stopped, and the three young men in the car jumped out of the car and ran to the city with no life. They ran so fast that before Martina could even stop them, they turned into a trail and disappeared. Fang Wen smiled strangely and opened the carriage, dragging out several full pockets from it. "As right, it's the people from the underground money house. On the seventh floor of the underground, those who can have cars are those rich and powerful people. Oh, how much money do these bags of chrome coins cost!"

Martina felt her hands and feet numb. She looked at Fang Wen incredibly. Even though she had always been calm and calm, she screamed at this moment: "Major Fang Wen! How do you know their origin?"

He got into the jeep with satisfaction. Fang Wen waved and said, "Let's talk about it when I got in the car. Well, haven't I told the lieutenant colonel that when I was very young, I had come down to buy wine several times?"

The broken jeep was jogging into the city, and Fang Wen said rambled along the way: "Some people are suitable for soldiers; some people are born to be technical materials; we Fang Wen, yes, Lieutenant Colonel, you also said that I am particularly suitable for the non-movement team. I have been here four or five times, and if I can't even figure out these ways, I'm still Fang~~~ That, Wen?"

Martina sat in the passenger seat, looking at Fang Wen with big eyes and couldn't speak for a long time. She looked back at the bags of chrome coins piled on the back seat, and then looked at Fang Wen who was driving forward while whistling. Martina held the sword with both hands and lowered her head to ponder. For this lazy guy, it seemed that he could not easily die in the hands of the rioters.

I have been with Fang Wen for only a few hours, and some of Fang Wen's behaviors have completely overturned some of Martina's views.

The broken jeep drove into the city and merged into the crowds on the street. No. 7, Berlin City does not have the dense elevated roads of the city several floors above, and there are only a few roads between the buildings with very small distances. There are few pedestrians on the road, and many people squat on the side of the road in a daze, their eyes without focus, and they don’t know what they are looking at.

The hundreds of artificial light sources on the dome are also dim, and the whole city seems to be in dusk, dead and without any vitality.

The people here are all natives. From the perspective of the government, they have nothing, and their only value is to provide cheap workers and cheap coolies. When each administrative district allocates material quota, they will never take too much care of the place. Everyone is crowded in a crowded building, thriving, thriving, and living generation by generation. There is no goal, no direction, and no everything.

Martina frowned.

Fang Wen looked left and right, then shook his head: "Ah, these people. I heard from the old team members of the Unmoving Group that the government said that the seventh floor underground was called a feedlot."

"Shut up!" Martina scolded. Perhaps, the seventh floor underground, even the fifth floor, the sixth floor to the seventh floor are the feeding grounds for feeding natives, but such words cannot be stated explicitly. How could the government do such a thing?

"Every year, the government will provide a large amount of supplies to the natives of the third floor." Martina wanted to establish a correct understanding for Fang Wen.

"Well, a lot of cheap synthetic food." Fang Wen shrugged and curled his lips and said with a strange smile: "I can't starve, but I can't think of where to go. However, these guys are very capable. They don't know where to raise a large number of underground creatures to provide carnivore, and use those strange mosses and underground plants to make wine."

After sighing, Fang Wenting said with emotion: "It is better to begging for others than asking for others. In fact, their lives are not bad. If we didn't come down to harass us from time to time, they would have lived a good life." Martina held the hilt of the sword.

Fang Wen glanced at her: "I'm telling the truth!"

Martina was silent for a while, slowly let go of the hilt of the sword, and admonished with a gloomy face: "Don't let me hear these words in the future. They are under the rule of the government..."

"I'm a bad guy!" Fang Wenqiu laughed a few times.

Martina held the hilt tightly again.

Fang Wen shrank his neck and said hurriedly: "Okay, don't you think the atmosphere nearby is a bit weird?"

Martina let go of the hilt of the sword and looked out through the car window. Pedestrians nearby were missing. There was no one else in the entire block except for the ingenious men who suddenly appeared on various street corners.

The window facing the street of a nearby building suddenly opened, and three middle-aged men in black Zhongshan suits poked their heads out of the window.

They looked at the jeep coldly, and Martina in the jeep also looked at them coldly.

Only Fang Wen rushed out of the jeep immediately and raised his hands high. He shouted, "Hey, you won't attack this car with firearms, right? This is an antique with an old-fashioned gasoline engine. If it explodes, haha. This is a densely populated area. You won't even withdraw the people in these buildings, right?"

Fang Wen lifted up his clothes intentionally or unintentionally, revealing the two nuclear magnetic bombs hanging on his belt.

The pupils of the three middle-aged men shrank to the size of a needle tip. The man in the middle suddenly spoke and said coldly: "Sir, we welcome the inspection of the Military District of the Security Bureau, but you will cause trouble as soon as you enter the city. Have the guards been reduced to the point where they have to rely on robbing us natives to live?"

"Wrong!" Fang Wen shouted loudly: "I'm not robbing, I'm confiscating illegal coins in accordance with the laws of the government! Chromium coins are currency not recognized by the government! I have a legitimate reason to confiscate these things." He grabbed a large handful of chromium coins from his pocket, slowly letting his hand go, letting the chromium coins fall to the ground one by one, making a crisp sound.

"In the name of the Central and Eastern European Security Military Region, you are ordered to hand over all prohibited items in the entire City of Berlin No. 7, otherwise you will be severely punished by law." Fang Wen skillfully said an official cliché without any power.

Martina finally realized that sitting in the jeep was a huge mistake. Although she had no idea about the so-called gasoline engine, she also knew from Fang Wen's words that this was not a good thing. So, she jumped out of the car, her body rose into the air, her long sword was unsheathed into a cold light, and shot straight at the three middle-aged men.

The sword light rose and the sky was covered with cold air. Three middle-aged men jointly pushed out a palm, and a rush swept out like an iron plate smashing down hard.

With an unpleasant sound of creaking, Martina's sword light tore the qi apart. The sword edge passed through the three men with horror, and brought out a sharp wound on their chests. The sword energy was stirring, and three blood arrows spewed out from afar.

"Damn it! Awesome!" Fang Wen shouted. Just as he was about to do something, dozens of elite men surrounding them had already taken out old-fashioned gunpowder weapons, pulled the trigger, and the bullets were covered with dense rain of bullets.

Fang Wen screamed, not caring about the chrome coins in the jeep, and rolled to the ground. A very exquisite donkey rolled over, rolling over her body against the ground, rushing to the corner of a building on the side of the road and hiding. "Dadadadada", dozens of sparks followed Fang Wen, and flew across the corner of the house.

"Fang Wen! What are you doing?" Martina, who was about to chase after her, was so angry that she cursed out of her anger when she saw Fang Wen's performance.

Dozens of old-fashioned submachine guns swept at Martina. Martina swung its sword, and a hazy sword energy protected its head and allowed the bullets to hit it.

Only then did Fang Wen realize the power of Martina and the combat uniforms he was wearing. Countless Mars flashed out, and all the bullets were bounced out. Where could he hurt Martina's body?

"Be good! This thing is so strong?" Fang Wen exclaimed and rushed out of the corner of the house. Dozens of bullets hit him immediately. Sure enough, only Mars flashed. Fang Wen didn't even feel the impact of the bullets, and the bullets were bounced out.

After laughing wildly, Fang Wen hurriedly drew out his long sword and shouted: "Lieutenant Colonel, let's chase in!"

Martina glanced at the young people on the street and sneered, "The rabble is vulnerable." She turned around and rushed into the window, chasing the three middle-aged men in the direction of escape.

Fang Wen waved to the young people who were approaching, laughed wildly for a few times, jumped up more than ten meters high, and also entered the window, hurriedly followed Martina to chase. The Path of Man Chapter 2, Return
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