Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

Ya Zongyi’s factory was bombed, it must have been done by someone who was against Ya Gan.

As long as this kind of thinking is rooted in the minds of ordinary people, Ya Zongyi Heavy Industry can conduct human experiments and spread white terror without restraint. Then spread the news that these are anti-Yagan. Anyway, the media is under their control and they can say whatever they want. If three people say it is anti-Yagan, then it is anti-Yagan.

Anyone can come out and kick anti-Asian people, and they don't have to take responsibility anyway. They also stand on the moral high ground, because it's all done by anti-Asian people anyway.

This kind of behavior will inevitably lead to the abuse of the term "anti-Asian". Anti-Asian will become a framework, just as Ba Jin said, with the frame in one hand and the stick in the other, you use the frame to measure, and use the stick to beat those who you don't like.

Although this sentence was originally intended to criticize the stifling of literary creation, it is also very suitable here.

Everyone’s frame is different, and different standards mean that every innocent person is potentially "anti-Asian" and may be pulled out and beaten up at any time for this reason. Anyone who has beaten him just needs to admit that you are anti-Asian.

Just like Zhen Guanxi who was beaten to death, if Lu Zhijie said you were not dead, then you were not dead. If Lu Zhijie was not a good man, he would say you were disrespectful to Jinlian, and that would be disrespectful. There would be a bunch of people wearing tinted glasses and who think it’s okay to scold you to come out and “uphold justice”.

Some ordinary people cannot see the situation clearly, pretending to be innocent, and standing on the moral high ground and feeling smug: You must have done anti-Asian things to be beaten, but I am fine. When they are pulled down from the moral high ground and the stick falls on their heads, they can only shout, but no one will pay attention to them. Those who can speak are either dead or lying flat.

Do you think you are not anti-Asian if you don't engage in anti-Asian behavior? Your anti-Asian logic is really anti-Asian, you deserve to be punished!

What happens if innocent people rise up in rebellion? Then the area where you are will be designated as an "informal area" and you will no longer enjoy human rights. Your body can be harmed, your personality can be insulted, your achievements can be trampled on, everything you have will be ignored, and your cry for help will only trigger greater malice.

The malice unleashed upon humanity is horrific, not to mention that there is no need to take any responsibility when dealing with “anti-Asian” and “informal”.

Fang Qingyun, who has been exposed to the Internet for a long time, couldn't be more familiar with this. This is a scheme to wipe out the entire family, a vicious scheme. Joining an anti-Asian organization now is tantamount to throwing dirty water on himself, which is a thankless task. It is better to remain neutral, or... play a big game of chess.

After all…only capitalists can defeat capitalists.

Fang Qingyun's idea was also very simple. Now there was only one way: sell arms and become a capitalist. When Ya Zongyi was trying to win over the underworld figures, he would kill them all. Whoever dared to take over would be killed. Anyway, Fang Qingyun was just a passer-by and did not need to bear any legal responsibility.

But if Fang Qingyun was a local resident, he would definitely choose to be honest and protect himself. If he doesn't have the ability to change society, he shouldn't take on such a job. Just bear with it. What else can he do? He has to live his life as usual.

The first step now is to tell everyone that I sell arms here. And I also want to sell to Fanya and Yazongyi. As long as I can withstand the first wave of counterattacks from Yazongyi Heavy Industry, Fang Qingyun will have the confidence to negotiate with them.

A mysterious person cannot be offended, and more friends mean more paths. Capitalists also think so.

Then Fang Qingyun would have to adjust his character. He could no longer be a gangster's son, but an arms dealer's son, a cold-blooded maniac who killed people without blinking an eye.

Fang Qingyun didn't know if he could do it, but imagining Nicolas Cage's classic performance in the movie "Lord of War", it might not be easy for Fang Qingyun.

The cold-blooded warlord shot a man with the gun he was about to sell in front of the arms dealer played by Nicolas Cage. He subconsciously shouted when the gun was pointed at his face and could shoot him at any time.

He calmly took the gun away, and the first words he said saved his life and the business: "You fired the gun, so this gun is used. You must buy it. I cannot sell used guns to my customers."

It was difficult for Fang Qingyun to react so quickly on the spot, so he could only try his best to play this role until he became another black hand of Ya Zongyi.

Now the most important thing before him is only one: to create momentum.

The next day, when Antina got up and went to school, she was stunned by the car in front of her. She pointed at the iron vehicle in front of her and asked Fang Qingyun: "Are you sure this is the car that takes me to school?"

Fang Qingyun took a closer look at the four-wheeled German sdkfz222 armored vehicle in front of him. There were license plates on the front and back of the armored vehicle. He touched his chin and said, "Nothing wrong with it. It's just a means of transportation."

Fang Qingyun patted the KwK30 20mm machine gun on it and introduced it to the dazed Antina: "It is a German product from World War II, the Shandong Kongfuzi 222 armored vehicle. It has 14-30mm steel plate armor, which can withstand most light weapons bullets, but it is still weak against machine gun bullets. It is equipped with a 20mm machine gun, which can easily clear the obstacles in front of it."

sdkfz is the first letter of Shandong Confucius. Fang Qingyun usually calls him 222 without adding any prefix. But this time he was introducing him to Antina, so he decided to call him Shandong Confucius 222 in a playful way.

After introducing himself, Fang Qingyun looked up at Antina who was completely stunned: "How is it? It's well maintained, right? There's not even any dust on it."

Antina came to her senses after being stunned: "Why did you think of driving an armored car to send me to school?"

Fang Qingyun shrugged: "Our military trucks haven't arrived yet, and this place is too far from your school, so we can only take this. It's safer this way. If something goes wrong, it will be a big deal."

Antina slapped her forehead helplessly: "Is there any other choice?"

Fang Qingyun showed another sdkfz251A half-track vehicle in the garage.

Antina glanced at the half-track vehicle, and her eyes lingered for a long time on the more conspicuous 37mm semi-open anti-aircraft gun on the rear half of the vehicle, looking defeated: "Forget it, just drive that one to take me there."

The 222 armored vehicle is actually alive. The maid accompanied Antina to sit in the back seat, the door closed automatically, and the 20mm machine gun on the top of the armored vehicle was retracted. This is indeed a publicity campaign, but it is too much to carry weapons in the city. Anyway, those guys can see that this is a weapon as long as they have eyes, and someone should have their eyes on Fang Qingyun.

Chapter 56: Every boy has a fantasy

The armored vehicle was driving automatically at a speed of 60 miles per hour, weaving through traffic with driving skills beyond the imagination of others, and arrived at the destination in just fifteen minutes.

The unique shape of the armored vehicle immediately makes the surrounding luxury cars look inferior. No matter how rich you are, you can't drive such an antique, right? And this is military equipment.

Antina got out of the car, and the maid with a smile sent her to the school gate and stopped, watching her enter the campus. The elegant manner made Antina look like a lady, and many people were curious about how this lonely hacker genius could have such a grand ceremony.

Antina, who was looked at with envy by her classmates, felt that she had aged a lot. She covered her face and was in a shy state, not wanting to see anyone.

She usually walked to school, but now she suddenly became a gangster daughter. She was a little uncomfortable with this identity. Fang Qingyun originally wanted to put a pair of sunglasses on her, but she refused. Such behavior was too high-profile, and the sunglasses looked quite ugly with Antina's clothes.

The armored vehicle drove all the way back home. No private police dared to stop it on the road, and they were too lazy to even verify it. It was not because of the threat of the 20mm machine gun, but because... this was a military vehicle with a license plate, and it was an antique.

What does it mean to be able to get a military vehicle license? This powerful person who can cover the sky with one hand may be the second in command of Ya Zongyi. If such a person were to stop him, the big man above would be angry and no one would be able to take the responsibility. It would be better to pretend that he didn't see it.

As for whether this is a fake number? Who is so bold as to drive a military vehicle with a fake number in the city? Forget it, if it is real, you can't afford to offend. If it is fake, you will lose your life. Just pretend you didn't see it.

Fang Qingyun was stunned for a moment when he saw the armored vehicle coming back. He had never expected his armored vehicle to come back. If he followed his idea, the private police in Yazongyi City would definitely stop him.

After all, in a high-tech society where chips can be implanted in hands, it is normal to have a portable scanner that can scan and compare license plates. It only takes one scan to find out that the license plate of Type 222 was taken from the car of the intelligence dealer. Once it is exposed, it will inevitably lead to a pursuit and interception. Considering that it is an urban area, they may only send helicopters and drones to track it. Fang Qingyun even made Type 222 go around in circles.

So those private police don't even have a scanner? They are really private police. As long as they don't threaten Ya Zongyi Heavy Industry, no one will care about you driving a tank.

After finishing two classes, Antina finally waited for the break time. She lay on the table and put on cat-ear-like headphones. What was said in class was meaningless to her. If she could wear headphones in class, she would have started searching for radio waves long ago.

Feeling tired, she thought of the armored vehicle in the morning and sighed. She finally understood that Fang Qingyun was a fun-loving person (not really), he always did whatever he wanted (this was true), and he particularly liked to be high-profile (sometimes he couldn't control himself).

While searching the radio waves, she saw a familiar green laser. She looked in the direction of the laser and saw the sniper on the rooftop waved to her as if to say hello. It seemed that they all knew that Antina had the ability to detect. Even if the wave was through a wall, Antina could still see it through the outline.

Antina didn't expect that there would be a sniper protecting her here, but what kind of danger could there be in the school? Why would she need a sniper to protect her? This was a bit of an exaggeration.

Fang Qingyun knew very well what he was doing. He actually arranged a maid to be by Antina's side, ready to appear in front of her at any time to protect her. School is not a paradise. In a society like Ya Zongyi where people eat each other, the students in the school have long been stained with the color of society. Those with money will not treat others as human beings at all. In a capitalist society, the rich can really do whatever they want.

Even if it means getting a gun that is contraband.

This is not without precedent. Fang Qingyun remembers that there was a rich second-generation man who pointed a gun at Qila Qila's head in the original book and forced her to have sex with him. If a day passed before the rescue, there would be an NTR incident in which Qila Qila missed the rescue and would be threatened with a gun to have sex with her.

With this incident as a warning, Fang Qingyun didn't dare to gamble whether this possibility would occur. All he could do was to arrange enough manpower so that if something really happened, he could directly suppress it.

There are always people who are horny, and there are always people who can't control themselves.

Antina was lying on the table, quietly deciphering the radio waves and receiving interesting things in it. At this time, a boy in clothes like a Western school uniform walked to Antina's side, followed by two little followers, or it would be more appropriate to say lackeys. This boy was a rich second-generation, and he could be said to be doing all kinds of evil in school. When he had someone in power, the teachers would just turn a blind eye.

Antina looked up at him and lost interest. There was nothing to pay attention to. Men's radio waves were not as interesting as hers. What's more, this man was not Antina's type.

The rich second generation knocked on Antina's desk, interrupting her thoughts while she was receiving the radio waves. She looked up at the rich second generation and felt that he was not friendly.

The second-generation rich man went to Antina purely because Antina had become famous. She had come here in an armored car in the morning. Of course, these were what others had described to him. The second-generation rich man didn't believe it at all. Riding in an armored car in Yazongyi? Or was she the same poor kid Antina? The second-generation rich man sneered at this. What a joke!

He said to Antina in a slow and sarcastic tone: "Oh? I heard that you came here in an armored vehicle this morning? Is that true?"

Antina didn't know what he was up to, so she told him the truth: "Yes, it's a German car from World War II."

The rich second generation lowered his head, as if he didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"I said yes," Antina thought he just didn't hear clearly, so she repeated it.

"A kid like you is riding in an armored vehicle. Why don't you say you came by helicopter?" The rich second generation laughed deliberately, and his pretentious look made Antina feel sick. The two little followers behind him also laughed loudly. People around didn't dare to stand up for Antina. Being the first to stand up and offend the school bully? It's not worth it.

Antina was a little angry. Even though she was not good at socializing, she could tell that this rich second-generation was looking for trouble. She repeated calmly: "If the information I checked is correct, that armored vehicle is indeed a German sdkfz222 armored vehicle during World War II."

The rich second generation seemed to have heard something particularly interesting and laughed even more wildly. The laughter of his two little followers made Antina's anger rise.

She didn't want to talk to this idiot anymore. It would only be a waste of time. She sat back in her seat and continued to search for her own radio waves.

The second-generation rich man continued to tease Antina in a mocking tone: "Riding an armored vehicle, that's amazing. I didn't expect you to be the daughter of a gangster. Have you ever been pointed at by a gun?" He seemed to have thought of something and laughed, because he also had a pistol and didn't mind taking it out to show everyone.

His sarcastic tone successfully broke down Antina's self-restraint. Antina laughed in anger. She had a say more than anyone else. Yesterday, three guns were pointed at her head, and she almost peed her pants. Now you tell me whether you have been pointed at your head? She didn't want to argue. Anyway, no matter how much she argued, the rich second generation would mock her back.

The green laser moved to the head of the rich second generation, which made Antina sweat. She didn't want to kill anyone for this kind of thing, but the green laser was a light that only Antina could see, and no one would believe it if she told her. But she still said it in a joking tone, in which she didn't even know what emotion she was feeling: "Do you know, there is a gun pointed at your head right now?"

The second-generation rich man clapped his legs and laughed as if it was fun. His head twisted this way and that, but the green laser was still firmly locked onto his brow. Antina seemed to have seen the scene of his head exploding. She stood a little further away from the second-generation rich man and raised one shoulder to cover her face as much as possible. She was already thinking about what would happen to her life if the second-generation rich man died. He had never seen a dead person before, would he be scared to death?

The laughter suddenly became much thinner, and the two younger brothers of the rich second generation stopped laughing. Antina raised her face from the protection of her shoulders and looked at the frightened eyes of the two younger brothers, as if... they saw the laser?

The two younger brothers patted the shoulders of the rich second generation who was laughing loudly. They didn't care when they were thrown back. They said to the rich second generation tremblingly: "Boss, there is a laser dot on your head..."

The rich second generation snorted: "What, you also believed her lies?" But seeing that the fear on the faces of his two younger brothers didn't seem fake, he took a mirror, looked at his forehead, and found a green spot of light between his eyebrows.

"Isn't it because of a laser pen that you are scared like this?" The rich second generation could not deny it. He shook his head violently, but the green laser was still firmly locked on his brow like a leech, which made him a little panicked. The feeling of sitting on pins and needles made his brows throb uncomfortably.

What really frightened him was what Antina said next.

Antina is not like Fang Qingyun. She is just an ordinary person who came into contact with this mysterious organization yesterday. She usually only comes into contact with the dark side of society on the Internet. How can she be so decisive as to kill? Threatening is the best she can do. Now that the green dot is really aimed at the rich second generation's eyebrows, her original impulse has disappeared. Now the only thing left is to not make a big deal.

"How could it be a gun? We are all in business," Antina smiled awkwardly. She didn't know how to explain her relationship with Fang Qingyun. Calling him brother was too intimate. Now she could only use vague words like "our family" to get by: "It must be some kid playing with a laser pen. Can it just disappear if I say it's gone?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the green dot disappeared.

Chapter 57: Brave Kitten, Charge Forward Bravely

The other people in the class had blank expressions on their faces. They had seen Antina get off the armored vehicle with their own eyes. She was followed by a maid who didn't look like someone an ordinary family could afford. Combined with Antina's detailed introduction to the armored vehicle (which was not actually detailed), if you think about it carefully...the others had empty eyes. No one would believe you.

Antina was trying to distance herself from the green dot, but... the sniper chose to replace the green laser with hell energy that normal people could not observe.

This led to Antina, who could sense the energy of hell, thinking that the laser was aimed at the rich second generation, while others watched Antina forcefully explain. It was not until the rich second generation bowed and apologized to Antina, almost kneeling down, that Antina realized...

So I've become a clown, right?...Antina was a little tired. Dealing with relationships was even more tiring than being a hacker. She didn't want to explain anymore and simply sat back in her seat. This incident also successfully made her the most influential person in the whole class. Now everyone was walking around her, and other classes were also talking about her. Now she had become a campus legend.

This was fine. Antina stayed in her seat peacefully, receiving the radio waves. No one else dared to bother her. The teacher just came over and asked symbolically about what had just happened. With Antina's perfunctory response and the rich second generation's active cover-up, the matter was easily passed over.

If the matter hadn't been so serious, he wouldn't have wanted to ask. Who could afford to offend the eldest daughter of the underworld? Since both the victim and Antina chose to cover it up, he, as a teacher, was happy to see it happen. The stability of the class was the first priority. As for standing up for the students? Less trouble is worse than more trouble.

Antina, who was searching radio waves in class, suddenly found an interesting message. The others were vulnerable to her cracking and were transparent to her, but this one was locked. Antina became interested. She cracked the message at high speed, and the cat-ear-shaped headphones on her head started to spin like crazy.

It took Antina a full minute to break through the firewall and see the message inside. It was a very simple chat record with only a photo and a sentence.

The photo was of the place that Antina had just moved into yesterday, which was Fang Qingyun's hiding place. That sentence made Antina worried: send a mobile force to take a look.

Antina became nervous. She began to search for information about the mobile force. However, the information on the Internet was extremely scarce. From the few news reports that appeared, she roughly knew that this was a special force directly under the top management of Yazongyi Heavy Industry. The few missions they carried out were all so-called "anti-terrorism" operations, and each appearance meant a large number of civilian casualties.

Antina felt nervous and was now worried about Fang Qingyun's safety. It was strange. He was a stranger she had just met yesterday and she was scared when they met, but now she was worried about him.

For a moment, she felt her seat getting hot, which made Antina very uneasy. On the one hand, she tried to convince herself that it was useless to go back, but on the other hand, she wanted to pass the message back as soon as possible.

The fear of trouble and unwillingness to make changes, coupled with the fear of the mobile forces, and the guilt towards Fang Qingyun fought a fierce battle in her mind, and in the end the latter won by a slight margin.

Finally, she made up her mind that as long as Fang Qingyun didn't lie to her, she wouldn't lie to him either. After class, she found her friend Qila Qila and quietly asked her, "Wu, are you a member of Nayuta?"

She anxiously waited for Qila's response. This response would determine whether Fang Qingyun was really a time traveler. Qila was startled, not knowing where she had been exposed. She forced a smile and said, "...How is it possible? Fan-Asia and I have always been at odds with each other."

Obviously, Qila Qila is not good at lying.

Seeing the reaction, Antina believed Qingyun's words 80%. She picked up her bag and ran out of the school as fast as she could. She wanted to skip a day of school and had to spread the news...

"The target is about to come out from point 3, prepare to track and capture her." The commander of the mobile unit saw Antina's figure from the surveillance video. He couldn't see her expression clearly because he was wearing a bulletproof mask, but his voice was full of coldness: "The target and the suspect are very close, make sure to catch her and make sure she doesn't die."

"Received." Three members of the mobile force got out of the cars around the school and quietly gathered near the wall of point No. 3. They took out a silencer pistol from their arms, ready to eliminate Antina's ability to resist at any time. The bullets were of course live ammunition. Two shots to the legs would make her unable to run away. Anyway, the superiors said that as long as she was not killed, it would be fine.

When the pedestrians on the road saw the guns in the hands of the mobile troops, they quickened their pace. There would definitely be a fierce battle in this place soon. If they didn't leave now, they might be caught and used as body donations. The ID card on their body was more like a good citizen certificate than an ID card, just a piece of waste paper that could be torn off when needed. The ones who really had the final say were the top leaders. If they said you committed a crime, then it was a crime.

"Attention, the target is about to come out of the wall. There are unknown hostile targets around. Request reinforcements." The zombie sniper responsible for protecting Antina reported to the maid team, and received a response from the maid who escorted Antina in the morning: "222 has been dispatched and is expected to arrive at the battlefield in five minutes."

Antina trotted all the way to the school wall. The wall in this place was slightly damaged. It was a place where bad boys often climbed over the wall to skip school. Antina had always known this place, but as a good girl, she had never walked there. This was her first attempt.

She threw the bag over the wall and started to climb up with all her might. At this time, she intercepted an order from the mobile force commander in her headphones to arrest her, which put her in a dilemma as she was halfway over the wall. Now that the bag had been thrown over, all she could do was to climb over as quickly as possible to gain some time and escape from the scene before the team members arrived.

However, her speed was still a little slow. When she was riding on the wall, he saw three mobile force members standing against the wall, their guns held to their chests, maintaining a gun-holding posture suitable for CQB close combat. Now Antina didn't know what to do. Among the three people, the one closest to the gap in the wall had already begun to reach out to grab Antina's leg.

There was a long gunshot, and a rifle bullet hit the neck of the team member who was trying to grab Antina's legs. The two events happened almost simultaneously, indicating that the sniper was nearby. The team member lay on the ground without a sound. The bulletproof vest and helmet on his body did not provide any protection for his neck. The other two team members reacted quickly, looking for cover and calling for reinforcements.

What arrived faster than the reinforcements was the commander's hysteria: "Which team is responsible for that intersection? Why are people rushing over? Attention! Attention! There are armored vehicles approaching point three at high speed, be careful to avoid them!"

The roar of a Type 222 armored vehicle came from the intersection. The armored vehicle drifted at the intersection and drove here happily like a dog seeing a bone. On the way, a maid rolled down from the armored vehicle. Her rolling posture seemed extremely elegant. The maid was holding an American-made Thompson submachine gun in her hand. Its slightly heavy and thick appearance showed its powerful firepower. In order to ensure the firepower, the gun was equipped with a large drum magazine of rounds.

The heavy submachine gun formed a sharp contrast with the black and white maid uniform of the maid, and the submachine gun looked too big in her hand.

With the energy vortex provided by the holy weapon, the Hell Factory that draws energy from the vortex has started operating again. Thanks to the twelve times faster farming, in less than six days, Hell not only repaired the originally damaged large Hell Factory, but also produced a medium-sized Hell Factory to recycle materials and convert them into weapons and ammunition. A large number of corpses and empty shell zombies wandering outside were transported to the incubation pool by the newly born zombies and converted into biomass, which then continuously converted the biomass into new soldiers and manpower.

The speed of hell's development has made the empty shell zombies in hell stretched to the limit. For this reason, Viola formed a hunting team and took the portal to the human world to hunt. This behavior scared Carl and others, who thought Viola was jumping around again. After the misunderstanding was resolved, Carl said, bring your map here, I will show you the nearest zombie tide point, there are a lot of zombies there, if you really can't make it, I will lead the way for you.

The Hell Factory has the blueprints of almost all the weapons and vehicles of World War II. More importantly, the Hell Factory is also a living thing, and can produce and assemble by itself, without the need for additional labor to enter the site. These weapons are the first batch of products of the Hell Factory. If Fang Qingyun had come in a little later, perhaps the zombie version of the American "Dodge" Jeep that Antina took to school would be used.

In fact, the Thompson submachine gun has a large drum magazine with 100 rounds. The maid did not choose the 100-round magazine because although it had a lot of bullets, it was expensive, difficult to maintain, and prone to malfunctions. It would be better to use a 50-round magazine and fire it hard, then replace it after a short period of time.

The maid holding the submachine gun fired bullets at a team member without hesitation. The 0.45-inch caliber pistol bullets hit him on the head. Although the .45 performed averagely at medium and long distances and the bullet drop was severe, at close range, the kinetic energy carried by the .45 with little energy loss was much greater than those of the 9mm pistols. Often a .45 shot in a non-lethal place could knock down a person, but the 9mm had poor stopping power in this regard.

Dense bullets hit the team member. Unfortunately, he did not have the ability to dodge bullets like a certain JK in red. The bulletproof vest on his body protected him from bullets, but the impact force still made him a little unstable, and his two counterattack shots were all missed.

On the other side, the Type 222 armored vehicle, without a driver, suddenly rushed forward and hit another team member who was unable to dodge. The collision at a speed of kilometers per hour directly knocked him far away, and his head hit the ground, making him lose his combat ability on the spot. Forget about light body armor, even if you are wearing medieval plate armor, you still have to fly.

The 222 that had just knocked a team member away accelerated and turned on the spot. The friction between the tires and the ground produced a lot of smoke and dust. It used an anti-common sense twisting drift to swing the rear end of the car out like a battering ram, hitting the team member who was suppressed by the maid's firepower, knocking him into a pancake stuck to the wall, successfully completing a double kill.

Chapter 58: How did the suspect get into the scene? He jumped four stories high...