Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

Her head was intact, just slumped under the ceiling, hanging just above the place where the two of them sat just now, swaying like a swing.

When I was talking to the little boy, this head was staring at me from above?

In an instant, the hair on Kenichi Yoshino's whole body stood up, and a cold air flow rose from his feet and quickly spread all over his body.

That familiar sense of madness struck again.

He bit his teeth 'giggle', his nose was buzzing, but his arms seemed to declare independence, and he stretched out to his waist without hesitation - a special policeman for many years, even in a state of unconsciousness, he can still make the right choice!

It has become an instinct of the body.

Draw the gun, raise the gun, aim, shoot!

All in one go!

boom!

A muffled sound echoed in the house.

The long bullet passed through the middle of the old man's eyebrows, swirling with high temperature, scorching the brain, and then came out of the back of her head and hit the wall.

Jingle.

The shells fell to the ground, and the frantic murmurs receded like a tide.

The old man hanging from the ceiling fell down with a 'click', not like the muffled sound of the flesh falling to the ground, but the crisp sound of some kind of plastic texture.

The house is quiet again.

Yoshino Ken gasped for breath, and at that moment, the strong adrenaline made him make extraordinary movements and precise aiming.

——So that after the danger passed, he was a little dizzy.

"Reason is still there, it shouldn't be, those who are out of control have no reason..."

He leaned forward and murmured the questions that he had been asking since just now.

Can the out of control still behave like normal people?

He walked over to the 'corpse' and lowered his head.

No?

Yoshino Kenichi finally saw what the corpse looked like—the old man's corpse was not abnormal.

It's just that the amount of meat is a bit strange...

How can there be so much meat?

"Shouldn't it be?" Yoshino Ken squatted down and looked carefully, and took out a pair of white rubber gloves from his pocket.

"Why shouldn't it be?"

The answer came from the back of Yoshino Kenichi's head.

He was familiar with the voice.

That was Dayong, the voice of that abandoned child!

He turned his head suddenly and wanted to raise his gun, and the bursting cry of Nagayama Jieichiro came from his ears.

"Be careful!!"

Kenichi Yoshino swears that he has never heard such a shrill and hoarse shout from his captain. Does the guy who has to maintain his cold-faced personality even when running has a moment of losing his demeanor?

He thought, his eyes began to rotate, and he flew to the ceiling for a while, and then fell to the ground again.

Finally, his eyes are focused on the floor, a pair of worn-out sneakers occupying all his vision.

Those are Dayong's sneakers.

Then, huge pressure came from outside, and he heard the sound of bones breaking.

It's over.

........................

Nagayama Jieichiro ran from the corridor back to the house with the fastest speed...

I only saw the scene where Kenichi Yoshino was beaten.

There was still a look of astonishment on his face. The blood was squeezed by the huge pressure and sprayed from his headless neck, and the ceiling of the whole room was stained red.

He stared at the little boy with a tear in his eyes, and stepped on Kenichi Yoshino's head under his feet with a smile on his face.

When he arrived, he deliberately raised his head and waited until Yongshan Jieichiro appeared at the entrance of the corridor before Shi Shiran stomped his head.

"Son of a bitch!!"

Nagayama Jieichiro raised his gun in anger, and the muzzle continuously spit out flames at the boy.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

The boy stood there smiling, and in front of him, two freaks blocked the bullet.

Yongshan Jieichiro saw the photos in the corridor and knew them.

Those are the boy's parents.

At this time, the couple had long since lost their appearance in the photo, and their entire face was slashed with a knife and covered with wounds.

The human legs have long disappeared, replaced by some kind of huge amphibian-like lower limbs, with a round and bulging belly, and eyes like the old man just now, almost staring out of their sockets.

Like two deformed frogs, or toads.

Nagayama Jieichiro didn't say much, and then he shot while moving to find cover.

The two deformed parents blocked the bullets, and the boy hid behind them, taking a leisurely stroll.

He smiled and said to Nagayama Jieichiro: "Look, my parents abandoned me, and I made them into monsters; my grandma abandoned me and made them into monsters too."

"It's obvious that they are sorry for me, why do they always say that it's my fault?"

Nagayama Jieichiro hid behind the wall to change the clip, and took out a grenade from his pocket.

"Be with Chaos and hunt order. Enough to kill you a hundred times. Your parents and grandma are not good people, are you?"

The boy on the other side listened, his face gradually turned hideous: "You dogs of order! Just like to meddle in your own business! What's wrong with chaos? At least it saved my life!"

"If nothing happens and you and that guy send me back, am I going to continue to suffer?"

"The ritualists on the Chaos side must be cleared."

Nagayama Jieichiro spit out the words indifferently, holding the grenade.

A paragraph of text appeared in his mind, and his thoughts were surging.

Nagayama Jieichiro activated his own mystery.

[Baseball Player (Order): An extraordinary ritual integrating throwing, hitting, base running, and guerrilla. 】

[It came about for a certain baseball player and was acquired by another person who didn't like baseball at all. 】

[It can be seen that hobbies and work are two different things. 】

[If you live long enough, the ritualist will gradually activate multiple chain abilities. 】

【ability:

[Three strikes out (origin level): must be hit three times. 】

[After three times, the ritualist can also throw with an equally accurate hit. 】

【cost:

[When the mystery is not unfolded, all your throws cannot hit the target. 】

【Energy Level: Lv1 · "Origin"】

Section 53 Chapter 53 Must Hit Throw

Nagayama Sekichiro hid behind the wall, panting heavily.

After unfolding the mystery, that powerful force became a burden on the body, pressing him all the time.

'Sure Throw', his trump card.

Even if you count all the ritualists in the secret service department, his physical fitness, fighting skills and ritual ability can rank in the top five.

The key point is that to use the hit throw, you must be hit three times.

got hit...

Nagayama Jieichiro quietly stretched out a hand and skimmed the wall—the two opposing sides suddenly launched!

Ouch!

The huge tongue stabbed quickly from a distance, hitting like lightning!

It smashed the wall, the broken gravel and dust blocked the view, and in the dusty air, three gunshots shot back in the direction of the tongue!

boom! boom! boom!

The muzzle of the gun was emitting a thin layer of smoke, hanging down to the ground.

Nagayama Jieichiro raised his hand expressionlessly - his left hand, which was used as a test, was scratched.

the first time.

Red blood fell on the floor along Nagayama's fingertips, and he hunched over and looked at the kitchen opposite.

If from here...

"Order dog, hide it, I'm coming to you!"

The boy's words suddenly sounded, followed by a heavy and huge jumping sound, and Nagayama Jieichiro rolled away without any hesitation.

The next moment, the aberration of a man and a frog smashed the thin wall!

It looked down at Nagayama Jieichiro condescendingly, opened its mouth - it was full of mucus and dense holes, and there were black bugs burrowing out of each hole.

boom!

Another shot, Nagayama Jieichiro quietly glanced at the boy's position - blocking the main entrance.

He turned sideways to avoid the flying tongue, and then staggered into the kitchen using the cabinets and tables in the house as cover.

In theory, ritualists of the same level have the same degree of physical strengthening.