"The technical level of our world is completely beyond your imagination. Look at the tall buildings around you and those cars that can run without a horse being pulled. Have you ever been curious about it? But I tell you, these are not real miracles, the real miracle is electronic technology."

Zuo Rong said very seriously, while Krimans frowned and listened silently.

"We can create a machine that records the scenes that happen in front of the camera. Do you look at that camera and see that little lens? It is staring at us. And not just here, there are such cameras on every street in the entire city, which can ensure everyone's safety."

"If you attack me here, the camera will be recorded and the police station people will be seen through the Internet. Do you know what the police station is? Do you know the guns? Do you want to experience the power of the bullets in person?"

"We can build tall buildings and make countless cars, but these are nothing. The greatest talent of human beings is violence, and destruction is always simpler than creation. Our world can create so many machinery, so guess how powerful violent machinery we can create? Let alone magicians, in the eyes of humans in our world, blowing up a mountain is a very simple thing. Do you really want to try it?"

Speaking of this, Krimans finally interrupted:

"In a city, it is impossible to use a means of being too destructive."

Zuo Rong nodded: "That's right, but you are different. You may be the number one time traveler who came to this world and the number one superpower. This is the best research object."

Krimans's mouth twitched: "Subject of research?"

Zuo Rong explained confidently: "The reason why we can create such complex machinery is because we are good at research and like to study. The fresher it is, the better the research object or experimental subject. By the way, since you are a magician, have you done experiments or something?"

Krimans' brows became more and more frowning.

Zuo Rong asked again: "How do you usually treat experimental products? Will you be able to slice and study them?"

Krimans finally couldn't bear it and shouted: "If I die, you will definitely be my burial object!"

Before he finished speaking, the guy rushed up.

Zuo Rong was shocked and subconsciously turned sideways and dodged the magician who rushed up. So he found that the other party's movements were not very fast, and it seemed to be similar to a normal person...

So, the intimidation just now played a role, did the other party dare not use magic?

Zuo Rong suddenly became excited and ran away.

Krimans gritted his teeth, shook his arm, and threw out a seed.

The meeting place between the two was a secluded sidewalk, next to it was the lawn. The seeds fell into the lawn and took root and sprouted in the blink of an eye, and a piece of flexible vine emerged.

Zuo Rong was suddenly tripped and fell down - fortunately, he reacted in time, so he supported himself with his hands before he could not touch the ground.

When he looked back, he saw that his right foot was entangled by a vine, and he immediately realized that it was the other party's magic.

The vine was like a snake, tightly wrapped around its ankle, as if it could not allow him to escape at all.

Krimans also smiled and took steps towards this side.

Zuo Rong has watched many movies, TV series, animation and other things, and has seen countless supernatural abilities. Compared with Thanos, Wukong, Payne, etc., this vine doesn't seem to be anything. But the problem is that this time it is the supernatural that appears in reality and falls on himself.

So my heartbeat soared to the highest point, my fear was full, and the overwhelming adrenaline squeezed my leg muscles, almost using all my strength.

He kicked hard and actually tore off the extremely evil vine!

Krimans was stunned and stunned on the spot.

Zuo Rong pulled off the broken vines wrapped around his trouser legs, glanced at the magician not far away, turned around and ran away.

Run, run hard...

He dared to swear that even in the physical test last year, he had never run so hard. At the beginning, his breathing was gradually slowing down, but his muscle power did not decrease at all. Instead, he felt like he was running faster and faster. The fatigue that should have emerged was not a single point.

Survival situations can indeed stimulate potential.

Krimans' voice sounded from behind, a little blurry, making him unable to hear it clearly. But he could hear the irritation in the voice...

After running through this alley and turning a corner, there were more pedestrians and vehicles on the road.

But when he got here, Zuo Rong still didn't dare to slow down.

He didn't dare to run home directly. Although he could no longer see the figure of the magician, who knew if this guy could still locate himself?

But it’s not okay to run like this. Although I haven’t felt tired yet, Zuo Rong certainly knew that his physical strength was very limited...

Suddenly, he noticed a taxi coming on the road next to him, and the empty car sign was lit.

Zuo Rong quickly waved his hand and stopped the taxi.

As soon as he got into the car, he gasped and said, "Master... drive, drive quickly!"

Taxi driver: "Where are you going?"

Zuo Rong: "Download first, I just met a gangster!"

The driver looked back and found the bloody marks on his palm, so he quickly stepped on the accelerator.

Zuo Rong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

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Krimans didn't catch up.

He squatted on the lawn, staring at the vines activated by his spell, feeling that he had nowhere to vent his anger.

"It's so small, so fragile..." He pinched his cane and murmured, "I've long discovered that the magic of this world is thin, but it's so high... No wonder I can't lock them!"

However, at this moment, a loud voice sounded:

"Hey, why are you doing stepping on the lawn? What about you?"

Krimans looked up and saw a rich woman staring at him. The woman looked not young, with many wrinkles on her face and curly hair.

The magician didn't know the method of "perm" and became alert - he remembered that people whose hair could be curled into such a shape were often magicians who were proficient in thunder and lightning spells.

"Who are you?" Krimans asked cautiously.

"I, from the neighborhood committee!" the aunt pointed to the red armband on her arm and shouted.

Krimans frowned and secretly guessed that what is the relationship between the so-called "neighborhood committee" and the "police station" mentioned by the boy? Does this woman have the violent machinery with "bullets" on her body?

No matter what, be careful.

The magician slowly walked out of the lawn and asked, "Is this OK?"

The aunt from the neighborhood committee gave him a blank look: "Does foreigners have no moral character? They are still stepping on the lawn, tsk tsk tsk!"

For some reason, when he heard the "tsk tsk tsk tsk" sound, anger rushed up to the magician's forehead. But he glanced at the camera hanging above his head and suppressed his emotions.

Finding those two traitors is the main thing, and nothing else is needed - Krimans so secretly warned himself.
Chapter completed!