Chapitre 1812: Easy Beating

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Some bird-headed thugs with colorful feathered crests confronted us.

Some dog-headed aliens that seemed like old homeless people suddenly pulled guns out of their old jackets.

Even someone that resembled a green-skinned alien child asking for money miserably because he was "starving" suddenly revealed they had a bunch of wrinkles and took out two guns!

Everyone here wasn't what they pretended to be; they were all bodyguards to protect this secret underground laboratory.

"Not another step jackass," the "child" said, clearly a small old man. "What business you have in here?!"

"This ain't no place for you and your shaggy-ass family, get the fuck out of here man," one of the brightly colored bird-like aliens said, they resembled normal street thugs, but they pulled out expensive looking weapons.