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1244 Ancestor's Messenger

There is a reason Ji Xiaotong chose a pistol.

He only brought a pistol and Gatlin. The weapon of Gatlin has a perverted shooting speed and is even more powerful among individual weapons. However, the activation time is too long. If an accident occurs at a close range, the bullet will not have time to fire.

Although the firepower strength and sustainability of the pistol are far less than that of Gatlin, the advantage is that it starts quickly and can shoot immediately.

In close combat, pistols are much more flexible and maneuverable than rifles, and they are most suitable for use in this current occasion.

These backward natives obviously have no ability to threaten Ye Fei in combat armor, but nothing is absolutely true. The final outcome of arrogance is often a capsized ship in the gutter.

He subconsciously glanced at Ye Fei, and sure enough, Ye Fei's right hand also stopped near his thigh.

Ye Fei turned around and opened his mask with a smile on his left hand.

Ji Xiaotong's hand shook slightly and almost pulled out the gun.

In fact, he also knew that there was no need to worry about so many useless things. The technological level of these humans was so terrible that even if he pointed the loaded machine gun at these people, they didn't know what they were doing.

It was the afternoon here. The angle of the sun was about two o'clock. The sun shone slanted under the armor raised by Ye Fei, soaking half of his smiling cheeks in the warm sunshine.

As soon as the stoppers saw the human appearance under the armor, a dozen bearded men immediately rushed to the position more than three meters away in front of the two of them as if they were injected with chicken blood. Then they stroked their right hand neatly and bent down respectfully forty-five degrees to salute.

Help them solve the crisis of breaking the city and win such a big victory. Ye Fei and Ji Xiaotong raised their heads and accepted their visit with peace of mind.

Ye Fei chuckled softly: "These people look like Greeks from a distance, but they look like Indians from a distance!" The places like Greeks are hair and beards, but these people's skin is too heavy.

Most Indians on movies and TV are bright and beautiful, but those who are familiar with this country know that the composition of Indians is very complex, and the number of white people in high castes is pitifully small. The vast majority of Indians are black, not black, brown, and it definitely does not conform to the aesthetic views of the Chinese people.

Although there are few white people in India, the screens there are basically monopolized by white people in India.

Ji Xiaotong almost laughed. He looked at the indigenous people and instinctively scanned the square for a week.

The small square is surrounded by buildings made of stone. Although the doors and windows of these buildings are closed, you can see that most buildings have an invisible gap with doors and windows. A pair of cringe and curious eyes are leaning against the cracks and doors behind the cracks of the windows and doors, carefully peeking at everything that happened in the square.

Those doors and windows that look tight are not curious about the people inside the building, but the doors and windows are not skilled and can see the outside through the cracks without having to open them.

The pair of eyes hiding behind the wooden doors and windows saw the nobles who were standing tall in the past salute to the human-shaped things falling from the sky at the same time, and involuntarily let out a series of surprise shouts.

The position of the flight mecha is parked fifty or sixty meters away from the edge of the square. The twelve bearded men must not hear anything, but the sensitive pickups on the armor captured these sounds without any mistakes. The individual radar accurately marked the position of each person in yellow that represents unclear positions.

If necessary, Ji Xiaotong can directly shoot it for one week after activating Gatlin, and eliminate most of the surrounding signals at one time.

The twelve big bearded men stood up straight, leading the head of the dark red beard. The oldest looked like he stroked his chest again, and said a bunch of meaningless words in his mouth.

Ye Fei deliberately showed an exaggerated confused expression, pointed at the position of his ear and drew several circles... He almost shook his head to mean that he couldn't understand, but among the people on earth, some races used to shake their heads to mean that they were affirmative, so they changed to a more intuitive way of expression.

He was still a little worried. He was afraid that these natives would not understand their expressions. It is said that there is a race on Earth who is born with a nerve to lack laughter and never laugh.

However, when he recalled the experience on the Human Slave Star, he put his heart back in his stomach.

Unless these people have nothing to do with the wreckage of the spacecraft in the sky, this extreme accident should not occur.

Ye Fei's actions made the twelve bearded men look disappointed at the same time, and several of them also showed a look of suspicion in their eyes.

Ji Xiaotong's right hand, whose eyes were as sharp as a gaze, shook slightly again.

Ye Fei felt that it was almost time, so he smiled and took out his brainwave detector, compared it to the twelve bearded men, and then used gestures to communicate with the other party, trying to tell them to choose one person.

However, Commander Ye's mute speech was really hard to match. Both sides gestured back and forth for a long time, almost making Ji Xiaotong laugh, and the bearded men couldn't understand what Ye Fei meant.

The frustrated Ye Fei simply stopped communicating and walked to the bearded men in two steps. The bearded men were startled and instinctively hid back.

Ye Fei grabbed the oldest Red Beard, held the brain wave detector on the back of his head, and cleared his throat with satisfaction: "Okay, now you can speak."

Red Beard didn't know what Ye Fei did. He was so scared by the unknown that he looked pale. He grabbed the thing on his head in horror and pulled it down. It was not until Ye Fei's words appeared directly in his brain that he widened his eyes in shock and disbelief, and suddenly turned around and said a word to the others in a hurry.

Ye Fei, Ji Xiaotong and Xinyuan account received the translation of this sentence simultaneously: "I understand, I understand!"

The bearded men exclaimed at the same time, immediately gathered together, staring at the brain wave detector on the Red Beard's head with trembling eyes, and he was determined what this thing was.

The Red Beard, who was stunned by the huge surprise, quickly came to his senses, stroked his chest and bowed respectfully and repeated what he had just said: "Welcome, the messenger of the ancestors."

Ye Fei's eyes lit up: "The messenger of his ancestors? There is a door!" They didn't ask who Ye Fei was, nor did they regard the two people who fell from the sky as gods like a foolish civilization. These natives were by no means as ignorant as they seemed.

Ji Xiaotong was slightly stunned: "What is this? Have you become their ancestor?"

Several people in the Xinyuan account couldn't help laughing, and Hong Liang covered his forehead helplessly: "Why is this kid so uncontrollable?"

Ye Fei said without thinking: "I don't admit it, I don't have such a bad descendant." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!
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