"Are you exaggerating?"

In the guard room of the prison gate, a black guard swallowed the donut in his hand and said to another Latino guard: "Crack the concrete floor with one punch? Have you watched too many Marvel movies and your brain is flooded?"

The Latino guard said: "I saw this with my own eyes! The devil, really the devil!"

The black guard shook his head: "You have been brainwashed by them. Where did the devil come from in this world?" He picked up another donut: "If it weren't for the generous reward, I wouldn't follow these guys with brain problems.

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"You don't understand." The Latino guard believed his eyes: "The world has changed."

The black guard swallowed the donut and patted the holster on his waist: "Even if what you said is true, what about the devil? Humph...it's not a matter of a bullet."

The Latino guard was silent for a moment. This makes sense. What does the so-called devil think about in front of hot weapons?

He stood up and said, "I won't talk to you anymore. I want to go back and rest early. I have to guard the painting tomorrow."

"Um."

The black guard nodded, and just as he was about to say something, the door of the guard room was suddenly kicked open from the outside, and a figure flashed in.

"Who?" The black guard touched the gun with one hand and pressed the siren with the other hand.

The figure was so fast that it rushed forward, pressed the black man's head, and hit the wall on one side.

There was a muffled sound, and the black guard neither pulled out his gun nor pressed the siren, and collapsed on the ground.

The Latino guard was well-trained. At this time, he took out his pistol and wanted to shoot. Before the gun was pointed at the man, the figure swooped in front of him, and a withered claw with a faint purple tint in the black, pinched

He held the gun in his hand.

The withered claws were as strong as iron pliers. The Latino guard felt as if the bones in his hand had been crushed. He could no longer hold the gun, and the black pistol fell to the ground.

"Don't make any noise, or I'll break your neck."

When the Latino heard this, he quickly pursed his lips and suppressed the scream that was about to come out, because he could see clearly who was coming.

The devil doesn't care about human life at all!

Roger kicked the pistol away and glanced at the Latino guard. He looked vaguely familiar, as if he had seen him in the room where the Mona Lisa was hung.

The Latino guard felt the shriveled claws in direct contact with his wrist. They were not human hands at all, but seemed to be some kind of strange black alloy.

Think about the extremely fast speed just now, is this beyond the scope of normal people?

He lowered his head and glanced at the pistol that had been kicked aside. He was moving so fast that he didn't even have time to draw the gun.

"Wallet!" Roger let go of his hand and said, "Take out all the money."

The Latino guard was stunned. The social appeal of money is so powerful. Does even the devil who just came to the world like money?

Roger sneaked out under the cover of night and had already opened the small door used to release people from the prison. When he was about to go out, he suddenly discovered something. He didn't have any money on him!

Although I always carry the silver coin purse in the virtual world, those things cannot be used as cash.

In this society, you can't survive without money, so you can't go robbing, right? After he gets out, he plans to keep a low profile.

The Latino guard took out his wallet and handed it to Roger. Roger took it, took out the dozens of dollars inside and stuffed it into his pocket. He threw the wallet away and clenched his claws into a fist, hitting the Latino guard in the face. The Latino guard also collapsed.

Fall to the ground.

So poor! Roger couldn't help complaining.

There are credit cards and the like in his wallet, which are basically useless to him.

These tens of dollars were too little, so Roger went to look through the black man's wallet again. Perhaps due to his different spending habits, the black man's wallet actually contained several hundred dollars in cash.

He took it out and stuffed it into his pocket, found another pair of gloves and put them on. He looked at the door of the guard room, but it was still quiet and there was no sound.

In fact, when he came out of the suite, Roger knocked out many people along the way. These people would not be able to wake up for a while, and maybe many of them would be in a coma for the rest of their lives.

After all, he had never experienced professional training in this area, so his shots were really heavy.

Roger didn't have any psychological burden at all. A group of guys who took refuge in the devil and became rapists did not deserve to feel guilty.

Sneak out of the prison through the small door and follow the road for a long way. There are no other buildings nearby, and even the spacious road is far away.

Perhaps it was because the guards from the small building of the suite to the gate of the prison knocked him down. Until he walked onto the main road, there was no movement on the other side of the prison.

He didn't have a particularly clear concept before, but Roger easily knocked out so many people one after another, and he has clearly realized that he is really no longer an ordinary person.

Roger got on the highway, found a place with street lights, stood in a brighter place, and gave a thumbs up when a car passed by.

This is a country of cars, and the culture related to cars is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, including temporary rides.

Four or five cars passed by one after another, but none of them paid any attention to Roger. Roger looked back in the direction he was looking, and everything was normal.

Another car came over and he raised his thumb again.

The car stopped. It was a Ford pickup truck. There was a middle-aged couple in the car. After asking Roger a few questions, he let Roger get in the car.

Roger only knew that the prison was located in southern California. He didn't know much about the surrounding area. He only told him to go to the nearest town.

The couple lives in a nearby town, less than thirty kilometers away.

The whole journey was very peaceful. The couple were chatting about trivial matters at home and basically ignored Roger. Roger was happy to be quiet and sat in the back seat without saying a word.

More than half an hour later, the Ford pickup truck entered a very large town.

Perhaps, it is more accurate to say that this is a satellite city of Los Angeles.

As soon as he entered the city, Roger got out of the car, thanked the couple, and walked along the avenue towards the brightly lit place.

It feels really good to be back in a civilized society.

But not long after leaving, Roger gradually frowned, and in just ten minutes, he encountered four or five fights.

Public security in the United States is very poor, especially at night. Slums and even civilian areas are simply paradises for crime. Outsiders who go out alone on the streets must not leave the streets.

Roger had been walking along the avenue, and not only were there fights, but he even saw a robbery.

Society is in chaos.

Seeing this, Roger naturally thought of the message left by the hero's soul, as well as what the magic stick and the painter said. The demonic energy was awakening, and when it reached a certain concentration, the devil would come to the world on a large scale.

The awakening of demonic energy is affecting human society.

Time is running out, hurry up and become stronger!

Roger also had a sense of urgency.

After finding a place to look at the street map to confirm the location of the 24-hour shopping mall, Roger sped up and when he came to an intersection, he suddenly heard the sound of dense footsteps.

Several people turned from the other side of the intersection, holding weapons such as knives and bats in their hands.

Roger increased his vigilance, but these people ignored him because the sirens were approaching quickly. They got into the alley next to them and quickly disappeared.
Chapter completed!