At this time, on the underground floor, Mira was so scared that she collapsed on the ground, motionless as if she had seen a ghost. No matter how Trunk and the others shouted outside the door, Mira did not open the door for them, because in this more than an hour, he saw with his own eyes something completely impossible.

When Mira saw Ian's miserable situation for the first time, she was so scared that she covered Ian's head with her clothes, but soon she realized that since Muto put Ian here and asked him to lock the door and look after Ian, it means Ian is not dead.

So soon Mira took off her clothes again and prepared to use a lively towel to clean Ian's wound. Just as he was cleaning the wound, he saw the rotten flesh in the wound shaking.

When he focused on the wound, he could no longer hold back. He collapsed on the ground next to the sofa, watching Ian's smashed right half of his face and the back of his head grow back little by little in more than an hour.

Ian was extremely angry this time because he finally got the time to survive. Nearly half of his time was spent in this repair, and 320 days of survival were used to completely repair his injuries.

In addition, he could not make a sound during the repair process, so when the repair was completed, he immediately jumped up from the sofa and screamed in anger, his expression was very ferocious, and the blood on his face was seen by Mira, which scared him and could not move.

Ian also saw Mira's appearance at this time, but ignored him and just opened the door. Then Trunk, Muto, Locke and others rushed in.

"Ian?" The three of them were stunned because they all knew about Ian being shot and injured, but now they saw that except for the blood on his face, he was completely unscathed.

"I'm fine, how is Becky?" Ian asked anxiously.

"Becky is nothing, but seeing you become like that with your own eyes, I can't accept it, and crying in the room upstairs." Muto said.

"Also, we've caught those two gunmen," said Trump.

Ian was stunned for a moment, his eyes immediately became cold, and he said, "Find a place, I will ask carefully tonight, who is going to kill me."

Before I opened the door, I could hear Becky's crying. After I opened the door, I saw Becky lying on his desk crying heartbrokenly. This scene made Ian heartbroken and happy.

"Stop crying!" Ian quietly walked to Becky and shouted coldly.

Becky was startled and looked up and saw the intact Ian. He was stunned at first, then jumped onto Ian and screamed hysterically.

"You are not dead, you are not dead, ah..." Becky screamed loudly.

Ian had to let Becky continue to vent. After a while, Becky let go of Ian, and then he looked back and forth on his head with great concern, and asked in surprise: "How is this possible? I saw it with my own eyes, you..."

"Okay, I'm fine now, so don't think about those unhappy ones." Ian said with a smile.

Betsy suddenly started to cry again: "I thought you were dead..."

"Haha, I think this is a good thing, otherwise how could I know that if I die, you will be sad for me." Ian smiled.

Becky wrinkled his nose, hugged Ian tightly, and whispered in his ear: "Don't scare me like this again, I can't do without you."

Now it was Ian's turn to be stunned, and then smiled in surprise: "Are you telling me that you promise to be my girlfriend?"

"Follower!" Becky pointed at Ian's nose and cursed, then grabbed the door and left.

Ian sat at the desk and frowned and thought, who would be the one who would kill him? Not many people have offended him, but not fewer. The original boss of the Entertainment City, Bobby, transferred the Entertainment City to his twelve bosses for free due to Muto, the casino owner Mark, star Carter, and Kate from L City, knew that these were the only people in S City.

Carter's club is still negotiating with him, even if he revenges, it will not be so fast. In addition, the rest of the people have reason to retaliate against him. Trump has already caught the gunman. If he asks who assigned him, he must retaliate. At least he has to get back the lost inventory time. No, he has to get double it.

However, Ian gained something through this incident. First of all, it was Becky, and secondly, Ian had a new understanding of the Death Assistance System after being shot.

Just the moment he was shot and fell to the ground, although he lost control of his body, he heard a prompt from the auxiliary system in his mind: high-intensity damage was detected, and the host could not die before the survival time was exhausted, so forced repair was activated.

In other words, this repair was not chosen by Ian on his own initiative, but was automatically repaired after the auxiliary system detected the damage. Fortunately, his survival time was enough. Otherwise, when the survival time continued to be used to repair the body and was consumed, not to mention the injury, survival time alone would be enough to make him die on the spot.

Another thing that surprised Ian was that the host could not die before the survival time was exhausted. He asked the auxiliary system, and the system's answer was: The host has been selected as a candidate for the God of Death and cannot die through normal channels.

Ian's understanding is that as long as he has enough time to survive, even if his head is blown out, he may not die.

Of course, there are also disadvantages. For example, if he is hurt again during his repair, it will further consume survival time until he dies.

As night fell, several people hurried out from the back door of the entertainment city, put two sacks into the trunk, then drove away, and drove straight out of the city.

"Who are you? Why do you want to kill my boss?" Trump asked the two gunmen tied to the cement pillar with a cold face.

"Hehe..., now your boss is dead, you are still working so hard, you are very good." One of the tall gunmen smiled.

"It's a pity that my life is not good. I've followed the wrong person. If you let us go now, there may be some rescue, otherwise you will be the next one to die!" Another shorter gunman said coldly, without seeing any timidity at all.

"Bang!" Trump's strong fist hit the short gunman's stomach. The man immediately vomited as soon as he opened his mouth, and it seemed that he had vomited out all the food he had yesterday.

"Hmph! If we dare to come, we are ready to not be able to go back. If you plan to let us say something, you'd better make plans to be unable to ask anything." The tall gunman sneered from the side.

Ian, hiding in the dark, suddenly felt a little difficult. These guys didn't seem as easy to deal with as they thought.

At this time, Muto walked out and smiled and said, "Come on, I am a man who is not a good thing. I like to study some methods of torture people the most."

"Trunk, I've spitted this too." Muto pointed at the tall gunman and said to Trump.

Trunk was a little confused, but he still walked forward and punched the man in the stomach, and the man immediately vomited a lot.

Then in the painful and puzzled eyes of the two gunmen, Muto said to Trump: "Go find a funnel, exchange what they spit out, and feed them to each other. They have to keep feeding them. If they can hold on for three days, I will eat these things."

As soon as Muto finished speaking, the two people frowned and opened their mouths and spit out again, and each said to himself: He would not do this, right?

But soon, they knew the result. Trump made a phone call, and after more than ten minutes, someone sent a funnel and a bucket to Trump.

Trunk squatted down and frowned and shoveled some things that the tall gunman vomited, then stepped forward and stuck the short gunman's mouth with one hand. Muto helped to stuff the funnel into the short gunman's mouth. In the horrified eyes of the two gunmen, Trunk poured the tall gunman's vomit into the funnel, and then pinched the short gunman's nose, forcing him to open his throat and pour the things in.

Then Muto quickly took a few steps away. Seeing this, Trunk quickly took a few steps back. The next second, the short gunman sprayed out the vomit from his mouth again, and even sprayed a lot from his nostrils. Another mouth "vomited..." and his face turned red. It was like snot and tears came out together, and he was about to vomit as soon as he breathed.

This scared the tall gunman. He had seen him using fists and knife, or even using real medicine to force confession, but this kind of thing really scared him. It was so nauseous...

"Print his face and make some water squint, otherwise the taste will fade next time." Muto said with a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, Trump couldn't help but vomit.

"Haha, you are blessed. My brother is going to add food to you. It's your turn to you next." Muto came to the tall gunman and smiled.

The tall gunman looked at Muto who was already carrying his companion's vomit and immediately started to curse loudly, but that was useless. Muto and Trump were already about to fall in love.

"I said...I said..." the tall gunman shouted immediately.

Muto smiled and took a step back, the tall gunman shouted to his companion: "Voss, I really can't bear this."

"We are mafia people. We have checked. You killed Mark, so the superiors ordered us to take revenge on you. In addition to us, there are two other groups of people who will also take revenge against you. We don't know the time and method. That's all I know. Let us go. I promise, we will leave here immediately and never come again." The tall gunman said everything he knew in one breath, turned to see his companion. He seemed to have not reacted yet, and was still spitting out mouthfuls, although he could no longer spit out anything.

"Kill them!" An extremely calm voice came from the corner, and then a figure slowly appeared in the light. Who would it be if it were Ian?

"It's you? I can't. I've obviously killed you, and you can't be alive." The tall gunman looked at Ian in horror and shouted.

However, they had no chance to think about the reason anymore. After hearing Ian's words, Muto and Trump stuck the throats of the two gunmen on one side, twisted hard, and ended their lives.

"Do you want to bury them?" Trump asked.

"No, not only do not bury them, but also drag them to the road into the city." Ian said angrily.

Trump asked worriedly: "They are mafia people, and doing so will undoubtedly declare war on them openly."

"Are you scared?" Ian turned around and asked.

"You still don't believe me!" Trump was also a little angry. He had already made him feel a little dissatisfied because he had concealed what Ian did. Now Ian asked this again, obviously targeting him.

"That's because you haven't given me an answer yet." What Ian said was that after Trump learned about the virus last time, he had not given any reply to Ian, so for Ian, he was actually a little cautious in his heart.

Trump sighed and said, "I really didn't expect you to do that at that time, but after I went back, I thought about it and discussed with the team. We had already embarked on the road of crime because we could not integrate into the world of ordinary people. What is the right to mock the same person, and what about the government and the army? After they learned about it, they didn't care about it except for letting us do psychological appraisal. It can be said that they abandoned us first."

"So what?" Ian continued.

"So we have made a decision that as long as you can make us live better while working, even if you want to assassinate the president, we will do it." Trump said firmly.

Ian's face showed a smile: "Trang, from today on, I will never doubt you and your squad again. I apologize to you for my previous actions. At the same time, I formally inform you that all members of the Scythe Squad have become official members of the Death Society from this moment on."

A look of surprise appeared on Trump's face, and Ian continued: "You are also the first official member of the God of Death besides me."

"What about me? Am I not?" Muto asked from the side.

"You? You are my partner now, and we each have our own wishes, right? Haha, one day you have to let go of your questions, and you are welcome to join the Death Club at any time." Ian smiled.

"Buzz..." Ian's phone started to shake in his pocket.

"What did you say?" Ian's expression changed drastically, and his infinite anger made his face become ferocious.

He gritted his teeth and said, "We'll go back and the entertainment city was blown up."

"What?" Muto and Ian couldn't believe it. This was not long before they came out.
Chapter completed!