Workaholic

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"Hello." The handsome man smiled slightly at Ryan on the hospital bed.What was completely inconsistent with his words was that the black gun in the opponent's hand had been aimed at Ryan's head.

The corners of his mouth were raised, a sickly blush appeared on his face, and a bloody and magnificent scene had already appeared in his mind.

The pure white quilt was soaked with blood sprayed on the back. When the Hunters Association first arrived, there was no sign of the perpetrator, and the corpse was mocking silently. They would be full of anger, cursing, and deeply feel their own incompetence. ?

[Blast Gun] Has already started to breathe rapidly, and some uncontrollably began to blur his eyes.

"Let me end your life." The man smiled and said intoxicatedly: "You look good, I like beautiful things very much, don't worry, I will decorate you exquisitely."

【Blast Gun】The button was pressed.

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The man was stunned, but he didn't see the familiar red color. The place where the young man was originally was replaced by a half-height rabbit doll. There was a huge hole in the head of the rabbit doll, and white cotton leaked out of it.

【Blast Gun】Looking around, the vigilance in my heart has been raised to the highest level.

where is he?

Holding the gun, he suddenly felt that he was the captured prey—this idea was rejected by the high-level executives to save each other. Just ordinary people!

The gap between people with telekinetic abilities and ordinary people is not at all the gap between ordinary martial arts fighters.

This kind of people who seem to be in the genetic chain, who have not opened up, are the bottom after all!

where is it?

The explosive gun scanned every inch of land in the field of vision. There are very few places in the ward where people can hide. Where is he?

The man's handsome face was full of viciousness, and then a mocking smile appeared.Untie the "entanglement", and the ability of thinking will be transformed into a "circle" and spread out centered on oneself.

'Circle', with oneself as the center, spreads out in all directions, and is a sensor for the psychic to explore the enemy's position.It's no different from human GPS.

He looked at the red life form in the induction circle and frowned slightly.

He raised his head and saw a pair of black eyes on the ceiling staring at him without any fluctuation.

"boom--!!!"

□□The sound of being knocked down sounded, unexpectedly, the person who ended up was not the prey.

The black-haired young man looked at the man whose head was smashed, but the man hadn't fainted yet, but just looked at him with a vicious look, ready to fight back,

Oh, then hit it again,

Ryan didn't hesitate to strike, and a hammer slammed down hard, hitting the deadly position of the opponent's temple.

[Explosive Gun] subconsciously dodged, but was still hard hit by the wheel.

"You..." Explosive Gun looked at the blood left by him in astonishment.

What a joke! ?

The black-haired young man was a little puzzled when he saw the other party's appearance.It seems to be thinking or why the other party is fine or fainted.

In this way, there is no other way.

There was no fluctuation in the young man's pupils.

"You have to be clear, you were the one who started the attack," the young man said, without the slightest stagnation in the movements of his hands: "I was just defending myself."

"Bang-"

A total of [-] heavy blows, the brains of ordinary people are probably smashed into mud, this person is really powerful, he is still alive.

The black-haired young man touched the other party's pocket, and took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, as well as a bank card and ID card, but the person on the card was obviously not the other party.

Ready to tie up the other party with something, the black-haired young man patted his head, and then said that he had no rope at all, and that it was too weak, this person should not be a normal person, otherwise he would not have died like this .

"Kacha" he gently pinched the opponent's wrist, and the bone made a fragile sound, which made one's hair stand on end.The slender and thin fingers, just like treating that piece of cellophane, can dexterously make the hand of a small origami crane, crushing the opponent's fingers like kneading into paper.

— crushed.

The severe pain revived the stunned person, and the cry was blocked by a slender finger in his throat.

The soft fingertips of the black-haired youth slightly pressed against the man's Adam's apple.With a firm press, the voice was silently suppressed.

"It will be very noisy if you bark. It's noon and everyone is taking a nap, which will disturb others." The clear voice was magnetic.

Ryan looked at his eyes and expression without any fluctuation, and asked seriously.

Blowgun's face turned from pale to flushed.

Congested?He was slightly puzzled, and saw the other party hunched over and panted slightly.

The black-haired young man suddenly felt a burst of damp heat in the hand pressing the opponent's face.

Then I saw the man's beautiful and feminine face full of confusion.

Um?He tilted his head slightly, not knowing what was going on now.

"Hey..." The man raised his face, his beautiful face was full of blush: "You are amazing."

"Are you willing to be my master?"

Just like the other party didn't expect that he would be defeated, the black-haired youth didn't expect that he would develop such a development.

"You are so strange." The black-haired youth said.He didn't pay attention to the other party. Prisoners don't need preferential treatment.The opponent's leg was also dislocated by him, and he had no mobility at all.

Lane went back to the bed and looked at the broken bunny doll, with one eye shot through.The black-haired young man thought for a while, tore off a piece of his black windbreaker, folded him into a circle, and then took out a medical sewing kit from the drawer and began to sew and connect along the edge of the fabric.A black blindfold was made, and then sewn on top of the rabbit's eye that was blown apart.

The front is repaired...the back is also broken, what should I do?

Grandpa seems to have taught you to use things instead of mending—grandpa?The black-haired young man was stunned for a moment, then put down the needle and thread in his hand, and looked at a bird outside the window with a blank mind.

"That..." Ryan walked to the side of the man who was panting in pain, and hesitantly looked at the man who was covered in cold sweat:

"Can I ask you a question?"

The gunshot consciousness was already in pain, but the continuous excitement made him unable to pass out. He looked at the young man's pale face in a daze, and said in pleasure and pain: "Hey, ask, I will answer whatever you ask. Answer yours."

"you--"

"How do you see this world?"

world?

"The cage of fate, the cycle of life and death, the paradise of the joyful."

"It's a place where only the strong can survive."

The expression of [Explosive Gun] is full of smiles, with an indescribable madness, which makes people feel incomprehensible.

He has both a fascination and a hatred for this world full of pain.

This is where he belongs.

The black-haired young man lowered his eyes. The black pupils had a warm luster like obsidian, but when he touched it, he could only feel the coldness of the stone.

"Are you a person with the ability to read?" [Explosive Gun] raised his head and asked panting in pain.

"You mean the blood-red light on your body?" Ryan asked back.

He nodded happily: "Yes, ah, you can see it, you don't seem to use 'stare'."

"Is it born? Or is it formed?" The man seemed to be very interested: "It's quite fast and has great strength."

"Are there very few people who have thoughts?" Ryan asked.

"Everyone has thoughts, but it's just a question of whether they have been stimulated or not?" [Explosive Gun] looked happy: "When life energy is transformed into thoughts and spews out of the human body, it is intertwined with blood, and every drop is beautiful. The red color is wrapped in the power of life. That kind of warmth and beauty is the ultimate pursuit—"

The man's tone rose, he recalled the beautiful scenery he had seen, and was deeply fascinated by it.

The black-haired young man looked at the man on the ground, without the slightest expression on his face, he just commented plainly:

"People like you should be called scum by society's standards, right?"

"Yes, scumbag? Yes, hahaha, the evaluation of the weak is really interesting." The corners of his mouth were raised, with some bright colors: "But the world is originally made by the strong, and the strong in the brain field Those who manipulate political power and wealth, the strong in the field of power use violence to fight for them, the game of wisdom and ability creates this world. The weak survive in the leftovers left by the strong, this world is like this It's not fair—”

"So the small and weak also have to work hard to become stronger, so that they can dominate more and have more. Whether it's exams, going to work, or socializing, the purpose of people's incomparable work is to become stronger."

"Hey, am I wrong?" Blaster's light blue eyes were blurred: "Why don't you look at me?"

"That's why, as an existence more powerful than me, you can do anything to me." The man's smile was somewhat vaguely inviting: "I like you very much, how about it?"

The other party's cold eyes swept over, and the explosive gun felt a burst of boiling, and the blood was burning.This look, the look that doesn't regard itself as a living object...

This is probably the reason why he didn't feel the other party's killing intent at all, because... this person, this person

——I didn’t regard myself as a living thing at all!

The man was so excited that he was about to laugh and cry, but no, the other party said not to make himself too noisy, it would disturb others.

So he curled up, like a snail, without a protective shell, slumped on the ground, and this is the state of a bug that has lost control of its limbs.

Why are you laughing?what's so funny?Ryan looked at the man in front of him and felt a sense of déjà vu coming to his heart, oh, he probably had this feeling of powerlessness too, right?Being tied up like a bug and being slaughtered by others is pitiful.

who is it……?Who is it?Anger suddenly surged in his heart, and he wanted to smash that idiot with the hammer in his hand.

It's a clown... A picture flashed in his mind, a clown with green hair and a weird smiling face——

A famous clown.

So Nain turned his head and asked his captive:

"Do you know a clown with green hair who likes to kill and is very perverted?"