Fantasy Tech Reviewer

"I can't see through your 'company' more and more."

Angers was sitting in a comfortable cabin. He was wearing a plaid jacket, an old white shirt with the smell of sunshine, a purple scarf tucked into the neckline, and tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of his nose.

He looked at this fighter plane with great interest, which was obviously beyond modern technology by at least ten years. This kind of technology did not come from the hands of hooligans, nor did they come from their mixed race, but from a world-wide 'famous fighter plane. 'Technology company.

Sounds like a good way to go, a cutting-edge company with ultra-modern military technology?

No, it's not that simple.

The development of military technology is destined to be unable to bypass the control of the government and its own country. In the past, World Master International relied on the sudden emergence of power armor during the Asian-African War, but because of this, the development of other Master World technologies in the field of military technology will be even more affected. attention.

The vector engine fighter that Angers took was launched from the west coast.

what does that mean? This means that if the World Master Company wants to, this fighter jet will directly attack Washington or New York, and under the terrible concealment technology that shields the entire airspace radar, complete the complete decapitation of the upper layer of the Bald Eagle, which is theoretically impossible!

Moreover, such a powerful military technology has been developed quietly, and it is also deployed in the territory of the world's largest country. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like it has good intentions.

"Don't you care about dragon slaughter? As for the company's technology and purpose, does Principal Angers really care?"

The pilot wearing the helmet stared at the front intently, but also joked with Anger in the quiet cabin

"The secret party has always believed that Li Mingqing and Mu Feng are actually one person." Anger lit a cigar, held it in his hand, and laughed softly

"It's not just us, the upper echelons of the major countries probably have similar speculations... We thought you were also a member of the mixed race at first, but it seems we were wrong, you are more 'ambitious' than us."

"The Master Company doesn't like to be the emperor behind the scenes." The pilot said softly

"The goal we have to do is even greater and more ambitious. Our boss is not interested in playing around with a group of short-sighted idiots like monkeys vying for the crown on a planet."

"It's indeed quite ambitious, you plan to be the dictators of the new world!" Anger laughed and clapped his hands, his eyes flickered slightly

"Then what about your attitude towards mixed races? How about your attitude towards Kassel...?"

"Umbrella's attack on you has nothing to do with us. If you want revenge, please look for your enemy." The pilot said unceremoniously

"It's better to say that Umbrella's remnant party is also one of our targets. Today's neon is very lively. Of course, it will be even more lively after you go to Principal Angers."

"Mixed races are a special kind of people for our company, but that's all. You do have something superior to ordinary people, but we can't give up the market for the majority for the sake of the minority."

"Did you express your position so bluntly?" Angers puffed on his cigar

"But don't worry, I don't know what the Secret Party thinks. Kassel won't accompany them in such stupid fantasies. I hate Freemasons, and I also hate the behavior style of those secretists."

"If it wasn't for the fact that disclosing the secrets of the Dragon Clan would bring danger to the hybrids and make those ambitious people seek refuge with the Dragon Clan, I would have disclosed the information about the Dragon Clan long ago."

"You are a pure dragon slayer." The pilot laughed

"So, who are you?" Angers narrowed his eyes, playing with the taste

"Mu Feng? Li Mingqing? Or...something like that?"

The pilot stopped answering, and Angers' heartbeat was the only sound left in the quiet cabin.

Soon, the Quin-jet fighter plane passing through the clouds and fog arrived at the dark clouds and neon lights. The thick clouds were flickering with terrifying thunder and lightning, and the condensed water vapor continuously splashed rain on the country.

The Kun-type fighter plane began to descend. Not surprisingly, no radar would detect its existence. The phantom particles densely distributed around the machine body were enough to render any detection equipment ineffective.

But to be honest, this is probably the only aircraft that can still sail normally in such a harsh environment.

"My old friend told some funny stories before I came over to Neon."

Angers put on the parachute, crushed out the cigar, looked at the ever-falling altitude, and said with a faint smile

"About monsters, about the underworld... I know that this world is not just dragons and us, but I didn't expect that today I will be able to learn a lot~"

"Is Principal Angers planning to go directly to the Sheqi Bajia?" the pilot suddenly asked

"Or are you going to find a ramen stand and have a good meal?"

"I never eat carbohydrates for supper." Angers refused with a smile

"I'm going to visit a place my old friend told me about before visiting my former students."

The fighter plane landed to a certain height, the cabin door was suddenly opened, and the strong wind and huge suction blasted in

"Maybe you should go to a nightclub to dance a striptease, maybe KFC will give you a high price for advertising endorsement." The pilot laughed

In the midst of the strong wind, Angers stood like a rocky pine, waved slightly towards the pilot, and jumped off the plane

"Hmph, coquettish old man."

The Kun-type fighter returned home with several swinging maneuvers in the air, and flew from the direction of Tokyo to Kyushu Island.

Under the night, a thick and dark fog is slowly spreading in the city of Tokyo.

...

In the streets and alleys, there are pictures of a wanted criminal posted everywhere.

Holding a black umbrella, Qing Chuanya stared blankly at the photo pasted on the door of the convenience store, wanting to arrest a handsome serial killer with a bounty of 10 million yen.

It would be great if he could get this money, Qing Chuanya couldn't help thinking, but...he still looked down at his bandaged hand, and laughed self-deprecatingly.

This was the injury he caused when he dodged a little boy who ran out of the road when he was delivering food not long ago.

His takeaway was scattered all over the floor, his arm was broken, the boy bounced away, and he fell in the middle of the road, close to the street where the rain was constantly pouring, and he didn't want to get up again.

His stories are not interesting, boring, like most of the people in this country.

He comes from the countryside of Kyushu. He is an ordinary and ordinary man. He went to elementary school, middle school, high school and university. He finally got into Tokyo. He became the pride of his parents.

He settles down in this city, works, finds a girlfriend, works overtime, leaves work, works, works overtime, leaves work, works, works overtime, leaves work, works...

In a forest made of steel, you can only live a cycle of days like the protagonist of "Groundhog Day". Vitality and dreams have long since withered into dust.

Just living is enough, living numbly like a zombie has exhausted all his energy.

But the reality is that even wanting to live as numb as a zombie is a luxury.

He is just like a dog, working hard as always, completing the tasks assigned by the boss until the end of get off work.

He's tired, so he wants to relax, he opens his game library, he doesn't want to be interrupted, he puts on his headphones.

What pleasure can a zombie living in a steel cage expect? Besides games, and only games...

Then, one of his colleagues reported him.

Is it a common thing? In this office, you can only climb up by stepping on other people's heads, only those introverted guys, only those unscrupulous guys...

The boss came, and he asked himself why he was playing games during work hours.

Qingchuanya knows that if he bows his head, admits his mistake humbly, and betrays his dignity for the umpteenth time, then he can continue this job.

But only this time, he didn't lower his head.

"It's off-duty time, boss, I just..."

"You may be right, but if you don't want to work overtime, I can let you go." The boss said calmly

"But the law stipulates that I can freely control my off-duty time!"

"You're just a waste looking for comfort in the virtual world, you're just a substitute, you're just a clown."

"You're fired, get the hell out of here!"

And just like that, Aokiya lost her job, and the whistleblower colleague got a promotion.

Holding her broken cardboard box, Aokiya looked at the tall building wearily. Yes, the country's economy has revived, but what does it have to do with him?

Just like the countless high-rise buildings, online commentators praised the country's infrastructure capabilities, but what do these have to do with the people who built them?

They will only make those real estate developers make money. You have built this city drop by drop with your own blood and tears, but you are not worthy of owning a single brick.

Then, on the subway home, I was sitting tired like a dog, and I received a text message from my girlfriend to break up.

He has no spare energy to be exhausted, and he has no spare energy to recover anything. The boss is right, he is a waste, a substitute, a clown who is looking for comfort in the virtual world.

Do we need to tell the next story?

I was listed as a "dishonest person" and I couldn't find any jobs. In this country, and even in this society, the capitalists will always be more united than the proletarians. HR formed a coalition to blacklist all those who tried to protect their legitimate rights and interests, and then they would never be admitted.

HR data sharing platform? What an interesting word, hahaha.

Not to mention the "lifetime system" pursued by this country is undoubtedly a more pathological extraction. But at its root, doesn't this kind of thing happen in other places?

Everyone knows that only bloodshed can make capitalists retreat, but who is willing to stand up and be the one who bleeds?

Not to mention that you have to bear the discrimination of society, the persecution of public opinion, the accusation of thousands of people, and the shackles imposed on you, to fight for a fact that is almost impossible to change.

Some people laughed at them, what do you expect to change if you are so cowardly? Standing on the bank and laughing at those who fell into the river, chasing the so-called achievements, is to be the dog of those who persecute them.

Aokiya was tired, he knew he was just a clown, he was really tired.

He lost his job, compensated for medical expenses, lost his last savings, and couldn't even pay the next month's rent, so he returned to his room.

Just end it all, he turned the gun on himself, but before he pulled the trigger, he made a phone call.

"I'm tired, Mom, I want to go back, I..."

"If you want to honor your ancestors, you have to persevere!" "Perseverance is victory. You can get into such a good university, so what's the point of persevering?" "How much hardship we suffered in that era, your setbacks are nothing."

beep beep beep beep~~

He put down the phone, pointed the gun at himself, smiled, and pulled the trigger.

...

The world will always be the jungle of the jungle.

From ancient times to the present, no matter what era, no matter what country, no matter what kind of system. The strong bully the weak, and the strong devour the weak. This is an unchanging law.

To build a group order, there are always a few rulers occupying the top, while the rulers below continue to rule the majority with the minority, so a pyramid will always be built.

Equality for all is just the most ridiculous slogan and fantasy. The fact of slavery has never changed, but from the former slave owners and slaves to capitalists and workers.

There are two kinds of slaves in this world, those who work in the fields and those who clean toilets in houses. It's just that the latter will always look down on the former and think that they have left them.

But slaves are slaves, and there's this ridiculous thing called the middle class, and in the old days they were called overseers, slaves who brandished whips and whipped slaves.

There is also a group of people who always like to shout for unity, but they will only watch through the cold screen. After returning to reality, they continue to bow their heads and be law-abiding slaves.

This kind of people occupies the majority, unity? They're not even united by the dogs thrown by the capitalists.

Everyone knows that persecution will always fall on themselves in the end, but almost no one is willing to stand up and be the one who resists the persecution.

Never believe that suffering is worth it. Suffering is suffering. Suffering will not bring success. Suffering is not worth pursuing. You must hone your will because suffering cannot be avoided.

So, if this society is as fixed and strict as steel, oppressive as the Iron Throne, then...destroy him.

Even if there is only a paleness left after the destruction, even if there are only countless ashes left after everything is destroyed——

At the very least, we can appreciate the beauty of destruction, we can see the moment when the pyramids collapse, and the wailing expressions of those who oppressed them at the top with peace of mind.

We don't care about the result, we only care about the process!

So let go of everything and just have fun! ! !

The soul of the dead Qing Muya was pulled out in an instant, and he saw the true 'appearance' of this city

He saw the endless gray fog, and in the countless fog, there was a soul that was as restless and crazy as he was, and fell into carnival!

He saw the world of the living, the scab who betrayed him went in and out of the love hotel with his girlfriend in his arms, his boss fucked women on the highest floor enjoying the night view, and more mediocre souls doing it silently their bystanders!

Lower your head, endless gray fog and torrents are about to pour out along with an opened door, endless, covering the sky and the sun!

Aokiya's face cracked uncontrollably, ecstatic, laughing, crazy!

He threw himself into the torrent of soul without hesitation. At this moment, he only wanted to dance wildly, waiting for the moment when the door opened, to appreciate the moment when the Pharaoh's Pyramid collapsed!

If the world of the living cannot give him the fairness he wants, then find it from the world of the dead!

Human freedom? Human independence? None of these great things!

He just wants to have fun, he just wants to watch the moment when everything is destroyed!

"What a oppressed soul."

'Kazama Liuli' stared at the touch of Aokiya who jumped into the torrent of soul, and said in a low voice

"After so many years, human beings have stepped into their higher level of civilization. But they still can't escape the same old ways, can't they? Oppressed, oppressed, fair, unfair, law and justice are a cage, can only be locked up and bound people."

He smiled lightly, and there was no one around, but he said relaxedly as if he was chatting with someone.

"You're right. They're actually quite disease-free. At least these people won't starve to death. At least they have food, water to drink, and clothes to wear. Don't worry. Compared with people at that time, they are like Is living in heaven, even compared to many other human beings in this era, they are all in heaven."

"But aren't human beings always dissatisfied like this? As long as they compare, they must yearn for better, they must not be satisfied with the present, and they must seek to go further..."

He clenched his fists slowly and laughed loudly.