Weird Talk Asylum Center

Inside the governing bureau, the deputy director's office.

The furniture here is very elegant, but it doesn't look like an office at all.

The exquisite standard long knife has been covered with a layer of dust and is placed in an inconspicuous corner.

Exquisite metal needles slid across the vinyl record, and elegant classical music sounded slowly.

Comfortable reclining chairs, elegant closets, and exquisite carpets.

There is a fireplace next to the wall, and Mustache is slowly picking up firewood and stuffing it into the fire.

There is a small copper pot on the fire, and the top-quality coffee beans are gurgling in the pot, and the strong aroma permeates the office.

Gently twisting a pinch of shredded tobacco and lighting it on the pipe, Mustache took a deep breath and lay leisurely on the chair.

Now he is all black and white, out of tune with the surrounding environment.

But he wasn't sad, instead he was smiling all over his face, as if he had solved some big trouble.

"You smoke? I can't think of it."

Han Dong stretched out his hand to warm the fire, and asked with a smile.

"Guess who taught me?"

Mustache pointed to the bookshelf beside him. On the top were medals and souvenirs, all of which were No.2 without exception.

"Zhao Guangming, it is indeed something he can do."

Han Dong nodded, the look of the strong man crouching by the stove was a bit funny.

"Are the frost giants still so afraid of the cold?"

Knocking the pipe in his hand, Mustache asked with a smile.

"Ah, old problem."

Han Dong smiled, but did not deny it.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the office door, and a young man in uniform walked in and handed Han Dong the phone.

There was a half-dead voice on the other end of the phone.

After a while.

Han Dong hung up the phone and took the heavy coat from the hanger.

"Ready?"

Mustache poured himself a cup of freshly brewed coffee, and drank it leisurely.

"Ah, it's almost time to go."

"With you and those newcomers here, it's enough."

"Those two boys are in trouble, so I, the director of the research institute, can barely take the place of the Administration Bureau."

Han Dong put on his coat, picked up his suitcase, and prepared to leave.

"Old Han."

The man gently stroked his delicate beard, and threw out a small red booklet.

"A mass-produced small secret instrument that can warm your hands."

"Thanks."

Han Dong grinned, turned and went out the door.

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"this world…"

"Ah, this world is destined to be destroyed, right?"

The man in the black windbreaker smiled and interrupted the words of the god.

"It's just a few words back and forth, can you have something new?"

The demon gun Colt roared, smashing the believer's head.

Blood splattered, the large-caliber pistol emitted a strange red light, and seemed to be screaming happily.

"I have a lot of bullets."

Li Hui pointed to the big coffin-like box behind her, and nodded to Wang Jin.

Wang Jin raised the corner of his mouth and gave a thumbs up in return.

The armory girls are really the best.

"Create you to death!"

Leonard blew his brass whistle, and the train raced through the crowd of believers.

This is not Wang Jin's one, but it was made up for him by the research institute.

"Wang Jin, come on, come on!"

The little fox squatted on Wang Jin's shoulder, cheering him hard.

It's not that Hu Xiaobei paddled on purpose, but Wang Jin told her to do so.

If all the members are killed in battle, at least one must be left for everyone to collect the body.

No one said it explicitly, but they all agreed tacitly.

This seemingly evenly matched battle is unfair, and failure is only a matter of time.

The unclean ones are okay, even if their vitality is relatively strong, they will still die if they are killed.

The problem lies in those low-level strange talks that were released.

They won't die, and will be revived quickly even if turned into a pulp.

In addition, each of them has some strange abilities.

Although generally not strong, there are so many types that it is hard to guard against.

Especially after one eye turned amber, these believers rushed towards Wang Jin and his group as if they were crazy, and seemed to have lost consciousness.

This state naturally made Wang Jin think of the two brothers Liu Da and Liu Er, but they are surprisingly normal now.

"drink!"

The short knife pierced the believer's heart fiercely. It seemed that he felt that it was not enjoyable enough, so he slashed down fiercely, cutting open the chest and abdomen, exposing the internal organs.

Blood splashed all over, and Liu Er showed a surly smile on his face.

"Ah, he seems to have no psychological burden at all."

The little fox lay beside Wang Jin's ear and whispered.

The Unclean are born to represent the depravity, and once deeply polluted, they will go mad and have almost no way to return to normal.

The part of strange talk will gradually erode human wisdom and conscience, and finally become a beast that cannot think.

And there are quite a few unclean people among the believers. Although they have completely lost their sanity, they still have the same appearance as human beings.

This can give the impression that one is killing one's own kind.

"Ah? What did you say?"

There was a faint vibration in the air, and the dagger in Wang Jin's hand slashed at the unclean without mercy.

The head flew high, and there was still a cruel smile on his face.

"never mind."

Hu Xiaobei tilted his head, and closed his mouth with a smile, with an expression of "my cub has grown up".

In fact, Wang Jin didn't have any psychological burden. Even if those believers were human, as long as they were not good for him, he would kill them.

If you have the leisure to pity them, who will pity his little Wang Jin, who is powerless?

"what!"

Leonard roared, and the ice armor covered his whole body, but it was not the same as before.

This time the ice armor is not as smooth and thick as before, but with sharp spikes and horns.

The huge ax in his hand was placed across his chest, Leonard stepped on the ground with both feet, and rushed forward.

Countless smaller believers were directly knocked into the air, and the ice armor was soon stained with blood red.

Although the status of these believers was similar to that of the lucky duo at that time, Wang Jin and his group no longer had so many scruples.

In the case of fully using the ghost talk ability, these believers are not opponents at all.

At least that was the case before Wang Jin and his gang were exhausted.

Xiao Hei and Mirror Ghost did not stay by Wang Jin's side, but guarded Meng Yu's side together with Liu Da.

The little girl can't move now, and she can't even feel what's going on outside.

She trusts Wang Jin so much, of course Wang Jin must protect her.

Daggers and firecrackers flew up and down, and the man in the black windbreaker brought endless blood and fire.

This is also a sword dance, but the long sword is replaced by a gun.

Like the top hunter, Wang Jin accurately harvested one life after another in the heavy rain.

He didn't use the Medal of Courage or anything else, but only relied on Sword Dance and Falling Cicada to kill believers.

He is maintaining his physical strength, and he is also hurrying to recover his inspiration.

After all, the gods have never made a move, which makes Wang Jin a little uneasy.