The madman's thoughts cannot be speculated by common sense. Qin Jiandan thought that Donald would shoot the marbles to save himself, but he still aimed at the corrosive liquid at Qin Jiandan's feet and fired!
"Tsk-" "Boom!"
With two explosions, the corrosive liquid was detonated by the bullet and exploded into a large cloud of green poisonous mist. Donald was also shot in the chest by a red bullet, and the phlogiston explosive inside instantly ignited a ball of fire!
"Gahahaha - Gahahaha -"
Donald's upper body was scorched black, and he fell backwards while maintaining the shooting posture. A terrifying smile finally solidified on his twisted face.
Qin Jiandan's crisis has not been resolved yet. Although the high heat generated by the exploding red beads swallowed up the three test tubes that Donald did not throw out, causing the corrosive liquid to denature in advance and fail to atomize, the toxicity of the surrounding air is already very high...
Thanks to the rain washing, the corrosive liquid remaining on the body does not matter anymore, but the steel armor breathing method will soon have to be lifted, and it is difficult to guarantee that the surrounding poisonous gas will not be inhaled!
The vision is unclear in the green fog. The most important thing at this time is to judge the wind direction! If you run in the wrong direction, you will be poisoned! The line of rain was hitting my chest, so I just kept moving forward and behind Donald's body...
Suddenly, a huge impact came from behind. Qin Jiandan, who had not released the steel armor breathing method, was pushed by the huge force behind him. In the blink of an eye, he passed through the poisonous mist and crossed Donald's body to a safe area!
With the "squeaking" sound of the tires grabbing the ground, the huge force behind him disappeared. Qin Jiandan staggered forward a few steps. He took a few big breaths after releasing the steel armor breathing method.
Looking back, I saw that the source of the huge force behind me was the van driven by Kazama.
So Kazama, you kicked the accelerator and hit me? The situation is critical and the poisonous gas can harm you. I can understand it, but you should at least remind me! What if I get run over by you?
The Loli driver was sitting in the driving seat. Although he had experienced a thrilling battle, his expression looked like he had watched a boring movie:
"Young Master, you won't punish me because I hit you with my car, will you? The van's defense mode cannot completely isolate the poisonous gas. If I die, I won't be able to see the shame of Team Leader Xiaoxia."
Why is it that as a staff member of the Luo Ying Group, your biggest spiritual support is to see the group leader embarrassed? This does explain why you showed up at the Night Dragon Club headquarters with Xiao Xia in hand...
Qin Jiandan calmed down his breathing. Only fragments of the black half-sleeved tights that had been damaged by the corrosive liquid were left. He simply tore them all off, exposing the strong muscles of his upper body and letting them be washed away by the acid rain.
From the corner of his eye, he saw the collector lying on his back not far in front of the forklift, his posture twisted, unconscious, and his voice intermittent:
"I want to die... No, I can't die... I want to live... ahem... I want to live forever..."
Qin Jiandan reached out and gestured to the Collector's position: "Fengjian, I am going to make sure that the Sheriff's father is safe and sound. The Collector is no longer a threat, you can run him over with your car."
Kazama looked forward and said in an innocent tone: "Young Master, why did you instigate Loli to kill someone?"
Qin Jiandan: "Didn't you say that you are not a lolita? There is no law in the outer city, and everyone will kill garbage collectors! Let alone a lolita, even a paramecium should kill him!"
Kazama replied: "I understand. But young master, if you use Paramecium to describe Lolita as weak, don't blame me for contacting the Loli rights organization in Huanshi City to punch you on the Internet."
Qin Jiandan ignored Fengjian. He bypassed the green poisonous fog and ran back along the highway.
Where did the "powerful" organization come from in Huanshi City! You can't access the company network normally in the outer city. If you post illegally online, if the company catches you, you'll be shot!
On the contrary, the Night Dragon Society is protecting Loli, okay? Last night I just rescued Little Red Riding Hood who was attacked by a pervert, and (passively) fed her a bag of fried chicken takeaway, so the Night Dragon Society is the real "powerful" organization! Kazama, how dare you punch the young master of the Night Dragon Club? Who in the hall is actually suing me?
After Qin Jiandan left, Feng monitored the collector through the front windshield and turned on the car CD player.
Completely inconsistent with Fengjian's frail appearance, harsh English heavy metal rock sounded in the car. Words like "hell", "demon", "death" and "sacrifice" kept coming, and the singer seemed to be shouting his heart out.
Kazama showed a more relaxed expression, holding the steering wheel lightly with both hands, his little head swaying slightly to the beat, and the slightly longer hair on his left temple also moved.
Under the loud music, a man suddenly stood in front of the collector, but it was Donald, the leader of the clown group who had just been killed by Qin Jiandan!
From the reversing mirror, Kazama saw Donald's charred corpse still lying in the back. Where did the Donald in front of him come from?
This Donald's face is painted white, his right eye is intact, and there are no traces of battle on his body. He holds a long-barreled pistol with a special shape and strong sense of technology in his right hand.
There was a rare hint of worry in Kazama's deep silver pupils, and she was ready to step on the accelerator at any time.
"Donald" ignored Kazama completely. He squatted next to the collector and pressed the long-barreled pistol against the latter's forehead.
"I won't die...this is a dream...wait until I enter the company..."
Amid the collector's gibberish, amid the roaring lyrics of "Hell" and "Demon", the man pulled the trigger!
A special bullet penetrated the skull and unfolded the rotor. The Collector's eyes were so wide that they almost burst. His brain was twisted into rotten tofu amidst a "crack-crack" noise!
The man paid no more attention to the Collector's useless body and turned to leave. Kazama turned off the car CD player, and she heard the sound of raindrops hitting the raincoat from the man.
But "Donald" was not wearing a raincoat at all, and his clown costume was not soaked by the acid rain at all.
"Optical camouflage combat uniform?" Kazama said to herself. She had read information about this high-tech combat uniform.
"The appearance is a bit like a transparent one-piece raincoat, but not only can it be invisible at any time, but it can also be disguised as other objects or other people... It seems that the young master's actions have been watched by this guy."
A man wearing an optical camouflage combat uniform walked to an abandoned battery factory far away from the road. The broken plastic plate above his head could be used to keep out the rain.
Place two fingers of your right hand against your ear to stabilize the head-mounted police walkie-talkie, which is a piece of equipment only owned by senior city police officers.
"Mu Yue, it's me. Now that your walkie-talkie is back to normal, you should have questions to ask me, right?"
Mu Yue was in the back seat of the collector's luxury car. She picked up the walkie-talkie that was reconnected to the Internet:
"Uncle... Chief of Police, do you already know everything about the Collector?"
"I know." The Chief of Police admitted, "The Collector has a lot of influence in the family. Tonight is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get rid of him. I'm sorry that I used you as bait."
"..." Mu Yue fell into silence for a while.
The police chief continued: "I just used the "rotor brain-destroying bomb" to completely destroy the collector's brain, so that even the company cannot resurrect him. Your hands are clean, so let me bear the sin of kin-killing. "
