When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 88 Surprise
"Get up, work."

Nan Ke patted the armchairs in the back row.

"ended?"

Graves rubbed his eyes, deep tiredness still lingering in the back of his mind.

This kind of fatigue comes from both the body and the spirit.

Even "outlaw lunatics" will still show some "powerlessness" when facing real human tragedies.

Because, he is human.

"What's over?"

Nan Ke's eye sockets were a little red.

But at this moment, no one can distinguish whether it is sleepy or 'suffocated'.

"Hurry up."

"Correct."

Looking at the blood stained on Graves' clothes, Nan Ke suddenly frowned, and subconsciously twitched his nose twice.

In fact, the human nose is very adaptable. Even if you stay in a toilet full of excrement, after a period of time, your central nervous system will help you 'get used to' the smell.

Because of this, Nan Ke really didn't realize how strong the smell of his blood was just now, and even if he realized it now, he really didn't smell any peculiar smell on his body.

But
Nan Ke looked at Matt who was standing next to the car in front, and suddenly felt that the reason why this man rushed out so decisively might not be all to find some clues.

After getting out of the car, Nan Ke stretched again, some dry blood shells fell off his clothes, and was blown by the breeze, which felt a bit like the autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

"Walk?"

Nan Ke said to Matt.

Even a blind person can easily find the hospital not far away in such an empty and desolate place.

And Nan Ke, whose body has been strengthened several times because of the upgrade, has better eyesight than others, he can even see the bright red blood stains on the windows of the hospital.

According to Nan Ke's own judgment, the blood should still be fresh.

After all, he had already seen too much fresh blood last night, and after seeing a lot, he naturally understood.

"She should be inside."

Matt took a deep breath, and the blind cane was split into two short sticks by him in advance.

Graves yawned, turned around and took out a submachine gun and a shotgun from the back seat. Behind his bulging black windbreaker, there was also a set of grenades that he had simply modified.

Tiredness is tiredness, but this kind of battle preparation is already an instinct for him.

"Let's assign tasks."

Nan Ke pointed to Matt, "Go and save your assistant, if you find anything, just shout it out, I can hear you."

"You..." Nan Ke looked at Graves, "Remember to take a breath when you see someone, but if you see that person, run away."

There is a high probability that Graves will not be able to defeat Jinbin in this kind of street fighting.

Definitely can't beat Mundo.

Although it is impossible to confirm whether these two are inside, it must be arranged early.

Graves froze for a moment, then took out a cigar from his pocket and lit it, "Okay."

He sensed a hint of danger from Nan Ke's words.

This lunatic asylum is destined to be different from those strongholds last night.

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Three people, divided into three ways.

At this time, there is no need to think about what will disperse the power if it is scattered.

First of all, the three people on my side don't have any tacit understanding. Even Nan Ke and Graves have just gotten along for a night, and their style of play is more like taking off their pants roughly and directly.

Secondly, the area of ​​this hospital is neither small nor large. If something really happens, if anyone shouts, others can rush over to help in time.

Graves walked around the hospital, and finally chose to climb in from the side wall;
Matt was more direct. A cable shot out from the end of his short stick and caught the window on the second floor. Then he pressed somewhere, and he was pulled up directly.

And Nanke, after both of them entered, chose to enter directly from the main entrance.

In many cases, following the simplest principles can actually yield the most direct gains.

Those who want to take advantage of the loopholes and play tricks will always be educated by life in the end.

For example, now, Nan Ke is standing in front of the iron gate, and after scanning the camera, he stops at a bloody handprint on the iron gate.

The size of this handprint Nan Ke walked over and raised his hand to compare it. If his hand is a size L, then this handprint is XXXXXL.

"Is this a surprise?"

Nan Ke didn't know whether he should laugh or cry now.

Even if Jin Bing is physically stronger than ordinary people, he is not so strong. The size of this palm is obviously not what normal people can have.

In the entire Marvel universe, judging from the current timeline, apart from the Hulk, the only one who can have such a big palm is the one in the system prompt.

The two troubles were suddenly fused together. Nan Ke really didn't know whether this change would make things more complicated or simpler.

But now that I think about it, it doesn't make any sense anymore. Now that I've come here, it's impossible to just go back in such a dispirited manner.

Nan Ke entered through the opening of the iron gate. Inside, it was supposed to be a small square, but now, the square seemed a bit crowded.

Smashed cars and corpses torn into pieces covered almost the entire square, and in the gaps, the sticky bloodstains were already black, with flies surrounding them.

Fortunately, after a night of adaptation, Nanke is no longer so sensitive to the smell of blood, otherwise, just adding the smell to this picture would make him sick for a while.

"The speed is quite fast. Could it be that I couldn't help but have already had a sickness?"

Nan Ke took a closer look at the corpse, most of them were torn apart abruptly, like a normal person eating shredded chicken.

The efficiency of this kind of killing the enemy is actually not high, it is time-consuming and labor-intensive, but anyone with a clear mind will not kill people like this.

Unless, he has any special hobbies or purposes.

Concentrating his eyes, Nan Ke walked towards the hospital building. He is not in a hurry to inform the other two friends, after all, he still has no way to confirm whether the Mondo Hospital is still in the madhouse.

The ground felt a little soft when stepped on, not because the hospital used any special material for the floor, but because almost every step fell, and almost some corpses could be stepped on.

In this lunatic asylum, Nan Ke fully appreciates the "greatness" of human beings. It seems that there are only a dozen corpses, but if you really take them apart, they can actually fill a small square.

The only thing that makes Nan Ke feel a little pity is that this madhouse gives him the feeling that there is almost no life in it.

The lack of life means that the people here have been slaughtered with a high probability, and his remaining 300 points are gone.

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