Law Enforcer's Handbook

Chapter 814 The villains will attract each other

Time control is an extremely convenient and powerful ability.

You can use it for resting and cooking, or you can stop time when someone goes upstairs and move him back to his original position, leaving him in a situation where he can never climb the stairs.

Of course, it is also possible to stay in the opponent's blind spot forever like now.

"I believe you have heard the name of this game. The name of this game is I Ask You Answer. The rules of the game are very simple. When I ask a question, you need to give me a satisfactory answer within 15 seconds."

The voice in the ear rang again.

"Don't pretend to be a ghost!"

Although the end of the road has come to an end, the fat man's attitude is still tough, "You were sent by the people from Kolo Films, right? It's useless, even if you hack our website or kill me, it won't change. What's going to happen tomorrow night!"

Among the criminals Song Lan had encountered, the fat man in front of him was definitely a tough guy.

He has already made a conscious decision to die generously.

"However, there are still many things in this world that are much more terrifying than death."

Hearing this, the fat man's pupils shrank, and he stretched out his hand to his backpack without thinking.

Inside was a loaded gun, the bullets in which would greatly reduce his suffering in a desperate situation, and he knew that there were many rescuers who took pleasure in torturing others who had committed crimes during operations "outside" Many horrific crimes were committed, but they were all covered up by the coalition government.

When they come back, they can still enjoy the reputation of heroes.

Never in the hands of the Rescuers and Kolo Films - that's what they agreed on.

And the moment he had imagined countless times came, the fat man held the gun hidden in his bag in his hand, and this time he didn't try to aim at the uninvited guest who broke into his apartment, but bit it with lightning speed up the barrel.

"boom--!"

He pulled the trigger without hesitation, knowing that once the other party reacted, he would be deprived of even the right to die.

Fatty remembered that someone told him that death was not scary.

Even the pain wouldn't last long, as his consciousness would quickly slip into chaos and eventually vanish into nothingness.

But now, he didn't even feel the pain, only the smell of gunpowder that choked his nose.

"Nice try."

The palpitating voice echoed in Fatty's ears again, it seemed to be chasing from the real world to hell, and the Fatty who came back to his senses lowered his head and looked at the gun he was holding tightly in disbelief.

He did pull the trigger, and the fired bullet left a clearly visible bullet hole in the wall behind him.

The bullet passed through his head without leaving any substantial wounds.

"Question one, why did you attack the rescuers?"

The fat man heard the first question.

But before he opened his mouth, he felt his right hand sink, and a huge force pressed half of his body to the ground, and the pain and itchiness spread from his fingertips to his whole body.

When the fat man looked at his left hand, which seemed to be glued to the floor, he saw a scene he would never forget—the growing granulation covered his palm, fused his entire hand with the floor, and he A bloodshot eyeball grew out on the back of his hand, and this eyeball was staring at him firmly at the moment.

He let out a strange cry, "What, what is this!?"

The fat man struggled to free his hand from the floor, to shake off the creeping substance, but any struggle was futile.

He even felt that what he saw was not reality, but a scene that only appeared in horror movies.

"You have ten seconds left before your arm is permanently fused to the apartment floor."

"Knowingly asking!"

The fear of the unknown made the fat man raise his voice, and he almost shouted angrily, "Look at this city, that's why!"

"You mean this city? What happened to this city?"

The feeling of pain and itching decreased a bit, and the fat man saw the timing and pulled it all out, and he actually pulled his hand out of the corrupted floor. He scrambled back a long distance until He had to stop when his back was on the computer case.

Before that, some of them referred to the rescuers as demons in human skin, but until today, the fat man realized the difference between the two.

Just now, he felt a sense of oppression as if from another species.

This is not only like a psychic, but also like a deformed monster created by those mad scientists in the biological laboratory.

Obviously, the distortion monster didn't leave, it was still corrupting the floor of the apartment, extending toward itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The time left for him was limited, and the fat man realized that before these growing granulation surrounded him, he had to give another answer to the question.

"Because this is a city built on lies, someone has to wake people up from these false dreams!"

"So, the approach you take is to kill a few irrelevant actors, and then create a few more murders?"

"These are all necessary paths to the ultimate path."

Fatty is firm.

Of course, this was all within Song Lan's expectations.

In order to realize their "great cause", the people in front of them dare to give up their lives at any time.

Just when he was about to continue the quiz game, the bang from outside the window interrupted their conversation.

The armored hover vehicle hovered in front of the window of the fat man's apartment, and the blinding searchlight shone into the room.

Immediately afterwards, the people on the armored hover vehicle used intensive firepower to show their intention of coming. They seemed to ignore whether the firepower would spread to other people. In the blink of an eye, all the furniture in Fatty's apartment was smashed into sieves.

After the shooting stopped, a row of tear gas bombs were thrown in.

The Gundam figure covered in black and gold exoskeleton armor jumped off the armored hover vehicle, and the propulsion device made him stop smoothly in the messy apartment.

"Troy, I know you're in there."

A voice that Song Lan was extremely familiar with came from under the mask.

"Black Sand" was a series he had watched when he was still in the logistics department, and the hero in the film was breaking into this room in the same way as in the film.

He called out the fat man's name, "Come out, it's useless to hide."

But there was silence in response to him.

Sophisticated biometric systems fumbled, revealing that the room was empty.

But more than ten seconds ago, he clearly recognized two biological information, and one of them was the target of his operation, Troy.

For a while, it was hard for him to imagine how a fat man who had not exercised for a long time escaped under his nose in such a short period of time.

　Small theater its 180 III:

　　On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, Friday, evening.

　　Recently, under the influence of Song Lan, the children headed by Yelu became keen to watch the video of raising small animals.

　　But each of them had a different mood when watching the video.

　　Just like kid Yelu, she was just curious about what the food looked like before it was put on the plate. For this reason, Song Lan criticized her more than once and made a new rule.

　　Discussions about food are prohibited while watching critter videos.

　　On this day, Lu Xiang finally asked curiously, "Why, are you planning to buy a small animal to raise recently?"

　　Pets in 2167 are not cheap, and they are dangerous.

　　There are often news on TV that small animals have mutated and killed their owners.

　　"No."

　　Song Lan waved her hand, "You can't keep it for a few days even if you buy it."

　　The child Ye Lu doesn't go to school either, so he stays at home every day.

　　After buying a small animal, I am afraid that it will disappear due to some mysterious reasons in a few days.

　　"Then why do you keep watching this?"

　　"Relax, do you see how cute they were when they were young?"

　　Lu Xiang was thoughtful, "I didn't expect you to like cute things too."

　　"Everyone likes cute things."

　　"So."

　　Lu Xiang's expression became serious, "Cat or fox, which one do you like better?"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)