Time goes back ten minutes, the capital of Tule's home planet, Central Street.

Pulan was hiding in a small shop she found. There was no camera or connected to Tula's official network. No matter how you look, it was a bad store that was about to go bankrupt. However, the environment of the shop was good. The owner looked at it as a retired technician from the tattoo on his arm. The mushrooms he copied were praised by Pulan.

Puran grabbed mushrooms and ate them while touching the fish puppet on his knees with his hands.

For some reason, when Puran touched this fish puppet, he felt comfortable, as if his whole body and spirit were released.

It’s so pleasant to slap in the fishing world!

The densely packed technicians gathered on the street, holding high the red-bottomed flags made of wrenches and screwdrivers. They held hands, inserted the flags on the equipment behind them, and sang songs to advance towards the security forces that were already waiting for.

Puran frowned, then she stood up and moved to the inside of the hotel, fearing that the commotion on the street would affect her fishing.

At this time, the owner of the hotel, the old man from the technician class, said, "Miss, you are a human, are you?"

"Yeah." Plain nodded.

"I just said, I ran into your hand when I handed you food. It was obviously not pure organic matter. Only humans have such characteristics."

"You can tell by touching it?"

"I'm a technician." The old man smiled, then turned his head and looked out the window.

Puran generally doesn't like talking, but this time she asked for some reason: "There are all technicians who march outside?"

"Yes, in order to fight for equal power, these children are influenced by imported ideas. They want to gain the opportunity to be on par with the Taran class, emphasizing birth equality and dedication. By the way, the songs they sing seem to be songs from you humans."

Puran frowned. She actually recognized the melody since she was just now. With the current brain ability of humans, it is strange that they cannot recognize it.

The Tuller sang: "Get up, the slave who is hungry and cold! Get up and suffer all over the world!"

The owner continued, "I really hope there will be no big trouble. Now many of the people on the street are my old customers. If something happens to them, I will close the door here."

Puran turned his head and looked out the window. At this time, the demonstrators had already wrestled with the security forces, and the crowd shouted slogans. They tried to break through the defense line of the security forces, while the security forces kept using nerve whips to deal with the crowd. Puran noticed that the output of the nerve whips was set quite high, and all the Tull technicians who were hit were foaming at the mouth, which looked quite bad.

But this has nothing to do with Plain.

She touched her fish and watched the Tule people continue to twitch under the tyranny of the nerve whip of the security forces. Suddenly, Pulan's eyes widened a little because she saw that there was a portrait of a great human man more than two hundred years ago in the crowd of Tule. There were things in front of the portrait. No matter how you look at those things, they were braised pork and fish, the fish, the fish that was exactly the same as the one in Pulan's arms now. The fish produced on the earth.

Pulan opened his mouth wide and thought to himself how this value output was formed? There must be something wrong with it.

But this also had nothing to do with him, so she continued to suck fish while eating noodles.

Suddenly, someone fired a gun outside. Puran relied on the enhanced vision of humans and the "machine" characteristics that recorded everything within the field of vision with every detail. He immediately identified the person who fired the gun was among the parade masses, and he used a single weapon that he wanted to shoot. He directly penetrated the personal shield of the soldiers of the security forces. Fortunately, after breaking through the shield, the projectile also lost its power, and the soldiers staggered back a few steps.

But this time it stabbed the hornet's nest, and the soldiers began to shoot. At first, the technicians' personal shields also played some roles, but when land warfare used heavy weapons equipped on the powered exoskeleton to fire, the crowd began to fall like bowling bottles crowded together.

Someone in the crowd took out weapons to fight back, and various bottles filled with psychic energy were thrown at the front of the security forces. The technicians took out all kinds of weapons assembled by themselves and exchanged fierce fire with the security forces.

Pulan continued to eat calmly, and then a burning car smashed into the store where she was, instantly smashing the boss into meat sauce. It didn't matter whether there were any customers coming to eat after the commotion, because the owner and chef of the store have returned.

Puran noticed that the situation was not good and immediately touched the inside of the store.

She has a ability that she can't explain clearly. When she needs to escape, she can always find repair channels, sewers and garbage recycling channels nearby.

This time, Plain really touched the door of something. She opened the door and jumped in, and moved forward quickly, wanting to leave as soon as possible. This is a place of right and wrong.

**

Back to Lin Youdeque's side.

Facing Lin Youde's questioning, Mr. Bai Long nodded seriously: "Yes, this makes my current position embarrassing, because everyone knows that I oppose the technicians' equal rights demands, so no matter how this incident evolves, I will take the blame. So I tend to be my old opponent's hands. Mr. Human, I would like to advise you not to be confused by the appearance of my old opponent. That guy is as cruel and ruthless as me, and likes to play with evil spirits."

"Mr. Bailong, you may not know one thing," Lin Youde smiled, "I am also a ruthless and like to play conspiracies."

"Hahaha, please remember that in front of me, you, a twenty-year-old child, is no different from a baby, and your conspiracy is not enough to see."

Lin Youde really wanted to tell Mr. Bai Long that all the conspiracies he revealed just now were similar to those of the open conspiracies. When he was still in the academy, in the classic battle case study class, the mentors explained to Lin Youde and the others every classic plan implemented by the ghost agent or the Secret Service was far superior to those of Mr. Bai Long just said in terms of complexity and cleverness.

Because of this, Xia Yongzhi muttered: "The Tule people were still able to be among the top ten giants without being kicked away. This is a miracle in itself. I am increasingly inclined to human supremacy. If I hadn't followed you, I might have rebelled there."

"If I hadn't come out with me, you wouldn't have become inclined toward human supremacy, right?" Lin Youde asked back.

"That's right."

Mr. Bai Long was unaware of the communication between the two, and then he said politely: "Think about what Mr. Hei Long did. Humph, in order to defeat me, he would not hesitate to push the young people who were turtle futures to the front stage and make them call them their own puppets. I have always despised him for his practice."

"Yes, your approach is relatively high-end. You have found a powerful thug to fight on behalf of others. Judging from the point of reducing casualties among your own people, you have indeed won."

Bai Longgong stared at Lin Youde for a long time, then he sighed heavily.

"It seems that I can't let you change your mind and get out of here."

"You came to me to convince me to let me get out?" Lin Youde looked surprised. "I thought you would do something more 'Turgler' style, such as having a one-on-one duel with me, and the loser will get out."

Mr. Bai Long smiled.

"If you don't leave, you will encounter me sooner or later. I have no reason to rush to advance the showdown, right? My goal is to reduce the enemy's strength without bloodshed. If I take action, what else can I call it "No Bloodshed"?"

"It makes sense." Lin Youde nodded, then turned around, "Although I haven't arrived at your official residence yet, can you please stop this ship? I want to get off the ship."

"Are you sure?" Bai Longgong asked, "The situation below is quite chaotic now. Because the security forces fired, the technicians who were already preparing to incite to arm the riot have taken action now. At least that's what I have received."

In Lin Youde's mind, Noah was using his perception and cameras everywhere she controlled to show Lin Youde the situation on the street. The security forces dispatched regular ground combat units, a large powered exoskeleton with a power saw for melee combat, and a huge circular saw blade was sweeping over unprotected technician protesters.

The technicians were also firing with weapons, but the correct heads and other things were obviously not as good as the regular army of the Taran class.

The psychic energy of the officer-level Taran also caused great trouble for the technicians, and the whole scene was obviously tilting in a direction that was beneficial to the Taranvian troops.

The Taranvian troops even began to send heavy tanks.

"Now all civilizations no longer use tracked chariots, all of them are suspended chariots. Only the Tullah Talan Guards are equipped with such steel beasts." Xia Yongzhi suddenly said in the communication channel, "Human military historians are very puzzled by this, but now, I finally understand the function of this weapon."

Just as the pride of humans, the Hell Paratroopers are actually troops dedicated to suppressing ****, the Tullah Taran Guards and the weapons they equipped with doubtful combat efficiency are actually used to shock their own people, to be precisely shocking the technician class.

The tracked monster kept moving forward, and the technician who was not in time and some unlucky guy Taran was crushed into meat sauce together.

"This is pure massacre." Xia Yongzhi whispered, "It will cause a very bad public opinion influence? When the United Nations does similar things, it will at least quickly cover the fig leaf."

"The Tullers obviously have no worries," Lin Youde observed the massacre scene and was silent for a while before continuing, "because in the eyes of the Taran class, the technicians are just inferior untouchables."
Chapter completed!