I have to say that the kick at a certain distance was indeed a bit violent. This kick kicked him several meters away. Because of the smooth floor, he could not stop immediately after hitting the wall. Instead, he staggered and dipped into the swimming pool.

There was stagnant water next to him. I watched him slip again diagonally, and finally inevitably fell into the outdoor swimming pool next to him.

"Poof!" A sound of falling into the water immediately sounded. After that, the guy kept struggling in the water, as if the heavy protective gear on his body was no longer his life-saving straw, but a burden dragging him to hell. I gulped on the shore

Panting, watching him baring his teeth and claws in the swimming pool, watching him holding his helmet but unable to call for help.

"So you've solved the problem?"

A familiar and creepy voice came from behind me, so I turned my head slightly and saw Joker, covered in the blood of the enemy and the dregs of broken organs, walking towards me.

"As you can see, this guy is not as difficult to deal with as I thought..." I answered him while bending over with my hands on my knees and breathing heavily.

"Well done," he said coldly, "but he can't just die like this."

"What are you doing?" I watched joker walk towards the swimming pool step by step. He didn't seem like the kind of person who would save others, so I was very puzzled by his behavior.

I crossed my arms and watched him lift the manager out of the swimming pool with one hand. This action was very funny and humorous, just like picking up freshly fried chicken from a frying pan. Then, the joker lifted the manager all over his body.

The wet manager threw it to the floor, causing him to fall again.

"God, why don't you just let him drown?"

"That's serious, man. Before this man opens his mouth, it's hard for him to die." Joker squatted in front of the manager, took off his steel bulletproof helmet with one hand, and put it on his body.

The thick heavy-duty full-protective vest was quickly removed, and he patted his face with the palm of his hand.

"You have the final say..." I started watching the show from the side.

The manager finally woke up.

When he saw the joker's mask, he had no reason not to be frightened by it. It was like a scared ghost seeing a ghost. His eyes were as big as his mouth, and he whispered the words "parliamentary agent"

.It's a pity that I didn't hear it because joker grabbed his neck.

"Now, look at me." Joker grabbed his neck tightly, and then let go when the manager was about to roll his eyes and die. "Before I start the interrogation, you'd better tell me everything you know.

.”

It's strange that he can speak like this. I don't think anyone can speak clearly when their throat is locked, not to mention that joker didn't ask anything. Of course, he did this on purpose.

"Please... don't..." The manager's expression relaxed instantly because he saw joker take out three syringes from the inner pocket of his suit.

"First of all, I would like to know how you got these things that originally belonged to the United Council. If you can tell me now, you will not have to suffer for this injection." Joker stared at the ground coldly.

The boss manager is probably thinking about what is in these syringes.

"Secondly, you have to explain who the so-called Supreme Priest is and where he is..."

Then, the joker pulled off the needle cap and squeezed the syringe threateningly, causing a small amount of injection liquid to splash out from the needle.

"These are vomitic acid, a high-purity neuroaddictive drug, and a shot of morphine." Joker said gloomily, "Unfortunately, I forgot the order in which they were used. I have no way to determine whether the first injection was the same one.

Veritative."

"Please...please, don't do this..."

"Then tell me quickly!" After saying that, joker raised his needle. The silver-white needle looked extremely dazzling in the moonlight. What does joker look like in the eyes of managers at this time?

"Wait! Wait! Don't! Don't do this! Please!"

I saw that joker couldn't wait to plunge the syringe into the manager's shoulder. Torturing people is what joker is best at. I know this. If you look at the manager's expression, I guess the thing injected will not make people feel uncomfortable.

How comfortable. Next, I turned my head in disgust, and then slowly walked back to the hall listening to the manager's piercing screams and calls for help.

"Oh God!" I covered my ears and sat in a room with squinted eyes.

While the joker was interrogating me, I took a good rest in the room. I have to say that I really can’t appreciate the taste of these rich people. Now I lay down on the bed wearing dirty and bloody clothes and a vest.

On the floor, I didn’t forget to move it to make the white sheets more dirty. In addition, I was really dirty. I could tell from the footprints on the floor. My face must be covered in black and blood now.

, I probably haven’t shaved my beard either.

I squinted my eyes, and the urge to pick up trash made me sit up again. By coincidence, there were still beers and some fruit drinks left in this room that the militiamen hadn't had time to open. These things were very useful to me after I just exercised.

For those who have finished it, it is simply "a delicacy in the world." Compared with the barbecue next to the table, I don't even look at it because I know that it is human meat.

After finishing my drink and taking a break, I proudly looked at the messy mansion room I had made, then turned around and walked out.

"Have you found out the location of that module and the other chips?" I asked joker, who was leaning against the wall with his hands crossed.

"I've finished asking."

"Then..." I turned my head and looked at the unconscious manager lying on the floor, "How is he?"

"He didn't make it." Joker replied semi-sarcastically.

"What a pity," I smiled bitterly and looked at the manager whose mouth was full of blood and saliva. The expression he made at this moment was so exaggerated that I thought for a while that this person was scared to death. As for the three injections that had been completed

syringe, I squinted my eyes and shuddered.

"It's a pity that you couldn't cut off his head yourself." After saying this, joker put his hand down and looked like he was about to leave in a hurry after finishing his work.

He passed me by, and I glanced at him, "What are the benefits for me here as agreed?" I said to him very unhappy.

"Here's the benefit. Except for the military-standard weapons specified in the regulations, you can take whatever else you want."

"Then? You're going to find the so-called Supreme Priest?" I said.

"This thing has been going on for long enough. If they hadn't been after these chips and modules, you would have lifted the blockade long ago. Listen, kid." He patted me with his bloody paw.

I stared at his shoulders, looking at his extremely sharp nails in horror, and cold sweat dripped on my forehead. "If this matter drags on any longer, the Southern Continent's joint fearless forces will break the rules.

None of us can escape," he said.

I could tell from his tone that he was serious. The atmosphere now was much more serious than before. At least I didn't smile bitterly, and he didn't sneer at me either.

"So, what is the purpose of asking me to come here?"

"There is a rebel base in the west organized by citizens against the government rebels and rebel militias. You need to go there with food and supplies from this central island. These militias trying to find modules and chips in the blockade will become the largest

Obstacle, whether it is for you or the parliament." He pointed to the military-standard automatic rifle beside the corner and said: "And these people violated joint regulations and used military-standard weapons and equipment."

"These are the properties of your United Council, right? These vests, helmets, and firearms. Are they considered illegal seizures?"

"Of course, you can take some away if you need it." Joker said as he threw the wet heavy-duty full protective vest into my arms.

"But right now, I still have things to do. See you later." Then, I saw him disappear into the darkness at the end of the corridor of the mansion. This was roughly the same as the plot in a horror movie.

Soon, I was the only one left in this mansion. Carrying a tactical vest and a gun, I walked down the stairs alone. Looking at the bloodstains and mutilated bodies everywhere, I became even more afraid of Joker.
Chapter completed!