The room was messy, and the lights were dim as dusk approached in the afternoon.

In the casually rented house, there was a dead silence at the moment, only anger spreading.

Snap, snap, snap, snap...

Amidst the low muffled sound, the captain with scars on his face had just come back from outside. After slamming the door, he looked at the chosen one in the corner. After confirming the internal and external shielding, he could no longer restrain his anger and smashed his hat on the ground.

, kicked the chair away and roared: "Are you crazy today? I x your mother, this is not China-Earth, do you understand? You really pissed off the security bureau. Do you think we can leave Haizhou!"

"Killing, killing, killing all day long, killing you, killing, you are here to make money, not kill people for fun, understand? If you don't have money, who will treat your kid? Do you know how many people are looking for us outside now?

Is this good? There’s no money to be made, just wait for death, fuck you!”

Bang, bang, bang...

In the muffled sound, no one responded.

The captain became even more furious: "Herbert, what the hell am I talking about, did you hear me?"

"Hey……"

Beside the table, Herbert was leaning against the wall, his head hitting the wall repeatedly, with a hollow smile and twitching expression from time to time.

There was still powder left on the tin foil unfolded on the table.

"Captain, it's my fault, I know, I shouldn't have, I was wrong..."

In the hallucination caused by the drug, Herbert's eyes widened and he gasped: "I know, but there are sounds, there are sounds...the sound of water drops, the sound of bells, the sound of voices...it's so chaotic..."

"I'm so tired, I can't sleep."

His eyes were bloodshot, and as they twitched, they became increasingly red: "Close your eyes, there are sounds everywhere."

"There are things like ants in the wall, crawling everywhere, in my blood vessels, but I can't find them."

In the hollow laughter, he scratched his arms and neck, and pulled out the blood. It was sticky and remained on his fingertips, so sweet. After licking tentatively for a moment, he seemed to be intoxicated, biting his fingers and couldn't stop.

Come down.

Even if it's dripping with blood.

The captain's face gradually became ugly, as if facing a formidable enemy, he grabbed his arm and checked: "Where is the medicine? You didn't take any medicine?!"

At his feet, there was only a bulging backpack.

But after pulling it open, they found that there were only a bunch of used needles inside.

Enough inhibitors for one month have been injected.

At this moment, it is empty.

"I tried it, I tried it all, I tried it all, but it's no use, captain, that voice is getting louder and louder. It's in my head."

Herbert twitched and hit the wall again and again, but the smile on his face became more and more hollow and weird, and the sticky scarlet color gradually climbed up his eyes.

"No matter what, you can't kill them all, hey, hey hey hey... As long as you kill them all, it will be quiet, it will be quiet..."

At that moment, the empty and scattered pupils gathered again in the blood.

A ferocious light emerged.

Scarlet tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes.

He said: "I found it."

At that moment, with the collapse of reason, madness was born from the broken soul.

When Lao Zhang kicked open the door and broke through the disguise set up by the mirror system, all he saw was a scene of devastation.

Broken limbs were flying, and broken internal organs were stuck to the wall.

Walls, floors, and ceilings were all shattered.

Full of holes.

And a scarred head slowly rolled down to his feet. The severed head still retained its former expression.

Painful, angry, sad, and a little numb.

It is too complicated, blurred by death, and can no longer be clearly distinguished.

Only the sound of intermittent breathing sounded in the empty corner.

"Get out of here!"

Lao Zhang suddenly stretched out his hand, strong winds swept through, thunder burst out, and the illusion set by the mirror fell apart under the impact of the air waves. There was only a figure covered in blood, with a big hole in his chest dug out by something, and he was dying.

"Help, help."

Seeing someone rushing in, he no longer cared about his identity or the trial he might face, and begged with all his strength: "Help me..."

Lao Zhang was indifferent.

Silently looking around, stepping on the pool of blood, approaching, overlooking, raising his palm, but not extending it, between the five fingers, a wisp of vitality that was so pure that it glowed dimly appeared, coiled around, and illuminated the pair of despair

's pupils.

"Tell me what's going on?"

"It's Herbert, that lunatic Herbert!" the ecstatic survivor recounted confusingly: "He's crazy, completely crazy! He's out of control! Even the medicine won't work..."

At that moment, Lao Zhang looked back in shock and looked at Xiao An.

Both of their expressions became ugly.

The worst situation has occurred.

Evil!

There are a group of chosen ones who are out of control and are the best at killing!

"Where has he gone?!"

Lao Zhang lifted the survivor's neck, forced a breath, and asked: "When did you leave?! Tell me!"

"He just left, he just left, just a few minutes, from the back window, I don't know, I really don't know anymore!"

The survivors wailed and begged, no longer seeing the brutal killing in the bar: "Help me, help me, please!"

But Lao Zhang didn't take any action, but finally asked:

"Who is the employer?"

At that moment, a howl suddenly erupted from the room.

Among the creeping shadows, a hand appeared without warning, stretched out, holding an invisible dagger with a vague edge, and stabbed towards the survivor in Lao Zhang's hand!

collapse!

The one who responded fastest was Xiao An.

The moment he noticed the attacker, he turned around and walked away quickly without hesitation.

He disappeared in an instant, chasing the breath left by Herbert and galloping away.

He has no concern for Lao Zhang's safety.

In other words, from the bottom of my heart, I don’t think... there is any possibility of Lao Zhang getting hurt.

Then, the blade pierced the ordinary, withered old hand.

The loose skin covers the dry bones, and the blood vessels can be clearly distinguished from the back of the hand. The moment the decayed palm touches the blade, a bright light like gold emerges.

Sparks flew and the blades worked in vain.

But a line of green spreads from the skin touched by the blade...

poison!

As soon as Lao Zhang thought, the spreading strange color was forced back to the front line again, dripping from his fingertips with a hissing sound.

"Want to silence you?"

He glanced at the faint shadow in the shadow and suddenly smiled: "Isn't it a little late?"

"Old man, there's no need to fight so hard for a few hundred dollars. Why don't you just sit back and earn a pension?"

The voice of the Chosen One hidden in the shadow was hoarse: "I don't want to fight with the Security Bureau people if it's not necessary. How about letting him go and pretending that nothing happened?"

"It's Huangji again..."

Lao Zhang was silent, staring at him for a long time, and then nodded slowly: "To be honest, I am not interested in your Bailu's internal strife, and I don't want the children to be too involved in it. They are all very good children.

Everyone should have their own future, and should not be dragged into a dog-eat-dog fight between a bunch of scum and garbage.

Therefore, it actually doesn’t matter if this person is handed over to you.

There’s no need to be so nervous.”

He said: "What a big deal."

As he spoke, he dropped the desperate survivor in his hands on the ground between the two of them, not caring. Even the chosen ones who came to silence him were stunned on the spot.

I didn't expect that the Security Bureau would be so easy to talk to.

Then, I heard the words of the skinny old man.

"...But I have to ask you a favor."

The old man lowered his eyes, looked at the wrinkles and remaining blood on his palms, and couldn't help but sigh.

I have worked in the Security Bureau all my life and fought hard battles all my life.

Why do we go back to old age when we live longer?

Obviously when I was in my thirties or forties, following the first director, everyone was so high-spirited, as if the whole world was waiting for them to change.

But in a blink of an eye, everyone is now old.

Die if you die, retreat if you die.

I am left as an old thing who is lucky enough to live the longest, clocking in and out of get off work every day, day after day, year after year, unwilling to continue, unwilling to leave, just enduring with no end in sight, feeling lost. Ambition awaits death.

And the world has become like this.

So much so that... something as unworthy as Huang Ji dared to stir up trouble in Yacheng, and even such a low-life rat dared to appear in front of him proudly, showing off his power.

That's ridiculous.

If the old director saw the scene in front of him, he would definitely laugh so hard, he would be so happy, right?

Unfortunately, he is already dead.

As early as many years ago...

He stared at the dim skylight outside the window and suddenly said: "I'm in a bad mood and want to vent."

"so--"

He implored, "As long as you don't die too soon."

boom!!!

At that moment, before responding, before making love and questioning, even before reacting...

The shadows were shaking and turbulent, and the erratic figures seemed to be frozen, already enveloped by the anger that was erupting like a volcano.

Consciousness seemed to be cut off for a moment.

What happened? What just happened? What... happened to me?

In the unprecedented severe pain, the man lying among the ruins and rubble finally came to his senses. He could not lift his hands or move his feet. He was riddled with holes and looked like a rag doll.

It seemed like someone had punched him.

After that, I don't remember anything.

Why is this place like this? Where was I just now? No, who am I?

Can't remember.

I can't remember anything.

The only thing I felt was fear and despair that I had never experienced before.

"Very good, worthy of being a white deer."

There was a sound coming from a distant place, and through the holes in the dozens of walls he had smashed along the way, a strange face emerged from the smoke.

As if approving, he nodded:

"Life is hard enough!"

However, this face is no longer ordinary flesh and blood, but a bright golden color that is better than metal, with a majestic appearance, like a god or Buddha.

Based on the blessings of the transformation level [Iron Bone], [Bronze Heart], and [Divine Qi], they are integrated and integrated to temper the body at the level of rebirth for tens or hundreds of years... Such a long time has never passed in a single day.

, I never slacked off for a day, practiced hundreds of thousands of times, and achieved what was achieved, which was spread to the world and shocked the world——

——The golden body is indestructible!

Going back to the origin, going back through time, and reappearing the appearance of the legendary 'golden human' from the ignorant mortal iron generation.

Calling it evolution would be inappropriate, calling it regression would be too contemptuous. This is the majesty of human nature and bloodline when they ascend to the place of origin!

"Don't worry, we can play for a long time."

With one step, the distance of several hundred meters was crossed. The old man was already close at hand. He lowered his eyes and looked down at the frightened Chosen One. Suddenly, he grinned: "I hope you don't die too quickly."

At that moment, a rich vitality like a waterfall appeared above the indestructible iron fist.

Compassion and destruction are gathered between the five fingers.

In this way, rain down upon that dull face!

boom!!!!
Chapter completed!