Chapter 121 Dusk
The room was messy and the lights were dim as the afternoon dusk approached.

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

Snap, snap, snap, snap...

Amidst the muffled sound, the captain with a scar on his face just came back from outside. After slamming the door, he looked at the Chosen One who was watching in the corner. After confirming that the inner and outer shields were in place, he could no longer control his anger. He threw his hat on the ground, kicked the chair away, and roared, "Are you crazy today? I'll fuck your mother. This is not Middle-earth, do you understand? If we really piss off the Security Bureau, do you think we can get out of Haizhou!"

"Killing, killing, killing, killing all day long. Kill you all the time. You came out here to make money, not to kill for fun, understand? Without money, who will treat your illness? Do you know how many people are looking for us outside now?
What's up now? No money to be made, just wait for death, fuck you! "

Snap, snap, snap...

There was a muffled sound, but no one responded.

The captain became even more furious: "Herbert, I'm talking, can you hear me?"

"Hey……"

At the table, Herbert leaned against the wall, banging his head against it from time to time, with a hollow smile and a twitching expression.

There was still powder left on the tinfoil spread out on the table.

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

In the hallucination of the drug, Herbert's pupils dilated and he gasped: "I know, but there are sounds, there are sounds... the sound of water drops, the sound of bells, the sound of talking... It's so chaotic..."

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

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

"It's like an ant, it's in the wall, crawling everywhere, but I can't find it in my veins."

In the hollow laughter, he scratched his arms and neck, pulling out blood, sticky, and remaining on his fingertips, so sweet. He licked it tentatively for a moment, and then seemed to be intoxicated, biting his fingers, unable to stop.

Even if there is blood.

The captain's face gradually turned ugly, as if he was facing a great enemy. He grabbed his arm and checked: "Where's the medicine? You didn't take the medicine?!"

At his feet was a bulging backpack.

But after pulling it open, I found only a pile of used syringes inside.

Enough inhibitors to last a month, all of which have been injected.

At this moment, it's empty.

"I hit them all, but it's no use, Captain. The voice is getting louder and louder. It's in my head."

Herbert twitched and banged his head against the wall again and again, but the smile on his face became more and more empty and weird, and sticky scarlet gradually climbed up his pupils.

"No matter what, we can't kill them all, hey, hey, hey, hey... As long as we 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 slid down from the corners of her eyes.

He said, “I found it.”

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

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

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

The walls, floors, and ceilings were all shattered.

Riddled with holes.

A scarred head slowly rolled to his feet. The severed head still retained its former expression.

Grief, anger, sadness, and a hint of numbness.

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

Only intermittent breathing sounds were heard in the empty corner.

"Get out of here!"

Lao Zhang suddenly stretched out his hand, a strong wind swept in, thunder burst out, and the illusion created by Jing fell apart in the impact of the air wave. 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 and the possible trial he might face, and begged with all his might: "Save me..."

Old Zhang was indifferent.

He looked around silently, stepped on the pool of blood, approached, looked down, raised his hand but did not extend it, and between his five fingers, a ray of vitality so pure that it glowed with a hazy light appeared, swirled, and illuminated the pair of desperate eyes.

"Tell me what happened?"

"It's Herbert, that psychopath Herbert!" The ecstatic survivor narrated incoherently: "He's crazy, completely crazy! He's out of control! Even the pesticides don't work..."

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

The expressions of both of them turned ugly.

The worst situation happened.

Evil transformation!

Some of the Chosen Ones have gone out of control, and they are a large group that is best at killing!

"Where did he go?!"

Lao Zhang grabbed the survivor's neck, forced himself to take a breath, and asked, "When did you leave? Tell me!"

"He just left, he just left, only a few minutes ago, through the window at the back, I don't know, I really don't know!"

The survivors wailed and begged, not wanting to see the brutal killings in the bar again: "Save me, save me, please!"

But Lao Zhang did not take any action, and just asked the last question:
"Who is the employer?"

At that moment, a shrill howl suddenly rose from the room.

In the wriggling shadows, a hand appeared without warning, stretched out, and holding an invisible dagger with a vague sharp blade, stabbed at the survivor in Lao Zhang's hand!

collapse!
The one who reacted the fastest was Xiao An.

The moment he noticed the attacker, he turned around and left without hesitation, at a very fast speed. He disappeared from the spot in an instant, chasing the breath left by Herbert.

He doesn't care about Lao Zhang's safety at all.

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

Then, the blade stabbed into that ordinary, shriveled old hand.

The loose skin covered the dry bones, and the blood vessels could be clearly seen on the back of the hand. Such a decayed palm, when it touched the blade, emitted a dazzling light like gold.

Sparks flew, but the blade's attack was in vain.

But a streak of green spread from the skin touched by the blade...

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

"Want to silence you?"

He glanced at the vague figure in the shadows and smiled knowingly: "Isn't it a little late?"

"Old man, there's no need to work so hard for a few hundred dollars. Can't you just lie down and earn your pension?"

The Chosen One hidden in the shadow said in a hoarse voice: "If it's not necessary, I don't want to fight with the security bureau. Let him go and pretend nothing happened, isn't it better?"

"It's another wild game..."

Old Zhang was silent, staring at him for a long time, then slowly nodded: "To be honest, I am not interested in the internal strife of your Bailu, and I don't want the children to be too deeply involved in it. They are all very good children, and they should have their own future. They should not be dragged into the dog-eat-dog fight between a bunch of scum and trash.

So, there’s actually nothing wrong with handing this person over to you.

There’s no need to be so nervous.”

He said, “It’s no big deal.”

As he spoke, he threw the desperate survivor in his hand onto the ground between the two of them, without caring at all. Even the Chosen One who came to silence him was stunned.

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

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

"But I need your help."

The old man lowered his eyes, looked at the wrinkles and remaining blood on his palms, and could not help but let out a sigh.

I have worked in the Security Bureau for my entire life and fought tough battles all my life.

Why is it that as we get older, we seem to be going backwards?

When we were in our thirties and forties and followed the first director, we were all so full of energy and ambition, as if the whole world was waiting for them to change it.

But in the blink of an eye, everyone has grown old.

Those who die will die, and those who retreat will retreat.

I am left as the old guy who has lived the longest by chance, punching in and out of get off work every day, day after day, year after year, unwilling to continue, and unwilling to leave, just enduring like this with no end in sight, losing my ambition, waiting for death.

And this world has become like this.

To the extent that... a lowly thing like Huang Ji dared to stir up trouble in Yacheng, and even this kind of despicable rat dared to appear in front of him complacently and show off his power.

it is ridiculous.

If the old director saw the scene in front of him, he would surely laugh out loud and be extremely happy, right?
Unfortunately, he is dead.

Many years ago...

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

"so--"

He pleaded, "Just don't die too quickly."

boom! ! !
At that moment, before responding, before getting angry or questioning, even before reacting...

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

Consciousness seemed to be cut off for a moment.

What happened? What happened just now? What's wrong with me?
In the unprecedented intense pain, the man lying among the ruins and rubble finally reacted. He could not lift his hands or move his feet. He was full of holes and looked like a rag doll.

It was as if someone had thrown a punch at him.

And then, 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 unprecedented fear and despair.

"Very good, you are worthy of being called Bailu."

A voice came from a distant place, and through the holes in the dozen walls that he had smashed along the way, a strange face appeared from the smoke and dust.

As if in approval, he nodded:

"It's tough enough!"

However, this face was no longer made of ordinary flesh and blood, but a bright golden color that was brighter than metal, and it looked solemn and majestic, just like a god or Buddha.

Based on the blessings of the Transformation Stage, [Iron Bones], [Bronze Heart], and [Spiritual Aura], he integrated them all and tempered his body for dozens or even hundreds of years at the Rebirth Stage... During such a long period of time, not a single day was wasted, not a single day was slack, and he tempered it hundreds and thousands of times. What he achieved was this, which was spread out to shock the world—

——The golden body is indestructible!
Going back to the origin, going against time, from the ignorant ordinary iron generation, the legendary "golden human" reappeared.

It would be inappropriate to call it evolution, and it would be too contemptuous to call it regression. This is the splendor of human essence and bloodline when it ascends to the origin!
"Don't worry, we can play for a long time."

With one step, he crossed a distance of several hundred meters. The old man was already very close. He lowered his eyes and looked down at the terrified Chosen One. Suddenly, he grinned and said, "I also hope that you don't die too soon."

At that moment, a rich vitality like a waterfall emerged from the indestructible iron fist.

Mercy and destruction are held between five fingers.

Thus, the dull face was ravaged!
boom! ! ! !

(End of this chapter)