The monster's entity was eliminated, but the outbreak of the spiritual storm worsened the situation again.
Those who had already escaped from the state of wild laughter were either exhausted or injured. Not long after the transparent storm rolled up, the crazy smile returned to their faces again.
So everyone was fighting and biting when it was time, and returned to the rhythm of a group of demons. The brief pause just now was regarded as halftime, and now the referee blew the whistle again to start the second half.
Luo Yajun pulled down a man who was riding on a girl, threw him aside, shot and broke his leg, and at the same time continued to communicate with the headquarters correspondent through the headset.
"Not here yet? Did the headquarters send an ox cart?"
"The commissioner is already approaching. It is expected that within five minutes..."
"So does the headquarters know that the situation has changed now?" Luo Yajun interrupted impatiently, and while talking, he stepped on the leg of a crazy citizen, "The monster has been killed, but the mental body went berserk.
Some kind of mental storm formed.
This thing is even more powerful than before, and even I was somewhat affected."
Luo Yajun has received special training in Special Service Branch 9, and he knows what it feels like to be affected by an infection source.
Just like now, he felt a certain oppressive atmosphere falling like a black cloud, so oppressive that it was almost suffocating. The crowds of people laughing maniacally and releasing violence seemed to form a dark wall, pressing down on him from all directions.
There was also that kind of laughter that penetrated people, as if it penetrated into the bones of a person, echoing endlessly in his mind as if it was played on a loop.
Even he, as a special person, was disturbed. He could not imagine how much impact this storm would have on ordinary people.
There was a burst of noise from the other end of the headset, followed quickly by another voice.
"Agent Luo, this is Miyazaki from the Department of Infectious Diseases. Can you hear me?" Professor Miyazaki's voice sounded from the other end.
"I heard, they are busy breaking their legs."
Luo Yajun broke two more legs while he was talking. Infected people can't feel pain, and the trauma can't stop them from laughing wildly, but it can effectively restrict their movements and prevent them from continuing to turn the streets into unrestricted free fighting competitions.
Arena.
"I have only deduced the matter of spiritual storms released by an infection source in theory. To be honest, this is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes. It is incredible. The power of those ancient existences is indeed magical..."
"Professor, can you pick the key points? It's quite urgent here." Luo Yajun interrupted unkindly.
And for some reason, hearing the professor's voice seemed to make him a little excited.
Could this be the legendary scientific madman?
"Okay, okay, let me just draw the conclusion." Professor Miyazaki said, "In short, the mental storm cannot be maintained in a vacuum. To continue to maintain such an output, the location of the eye of the storm must have its source of infection.
Eliminate the source of infection and the storm will naturally subside."
"Then let me shoot a bunch of bullets into it?"
"No. If a rash long-range strike fails to kill in one hit, it will intensify the scale of the storm and cause greater irreparable damage."
Luo Yajun paused briefly in his hand movements and turned to look at the dark storm.
"In other words, we need to go to that center to ensure that the source of infection is eliminated?"
"That's right. Someone needs to go in and make sure his head falls to the ground."
"But some infected people can't die even if their heads fall to the ground, right?"
"Those are a few cases. Furthermore, even if beheading cannot kill him, it can prevent the source of infection from continuing to maintain the mental storm, and achieve the effect we want."
Professor Miyazaki paused and said, "Of course it will be very dangerous. The infection intensity of mental storm may be higher than that of conventional infection sources. To be honest, even if a special person enters, I can't predict what the result will be.
....."
Luo Yajun was silent for a moment, then smiled softly.
"Professor, are you euphemistically saying that I might become like these people?"
The crazy crowd surrounded him, and the messy neighborhood seemed to have turned into some kind of twisted nightclub dance floor. As the only sober person, he seemed out of place on this huge dance floor.
"I want to remind you that even if you successfully eliminate the source of infection, it may have irreversible effects on you." Professor Miyazaki said, "Maybe even if you save everyone, they may not be able to survive when the support team arrives.
No......"
"Don't worry."
Luo Yajun lit a cigarette, held the cigarette butt in his mouth, and walked towards the dark and transparent storm while changing ammunition for the gun.
"If necessary, I will keep a bullet for myself later."
After a pause, he smiled broadly.
"Professor, when you tell me this method, you are implying that this is what I should do, right?"
"I didn't say that. I just told you the solution and the stakes. As for what measures to take, it's your own business..."
Then the line was cut out, and a clear female voice sounded in the headset.
"Wait for backup there, that's the order."
That was Chen Meiyue's voice. Although she was much younger than Luo Yajun, she was his boss.
Luo Yajun smiled.
"Orders? You know that kind of thing can't restrain me." He lit the cigarette ashes and continued walking towards the center of the storm slowly but firmly. "If I were really willing to obey orders and abide by the regulations, now I should be
You are superior."
Chen Meiyue's voice slowed down a bit.
"Brother Luo, you don't need to go. Support will be here soon, and the team at the headquarters is also studying other countermeasures..."
"Even if there is, we can't wait any longer." Luo Yajun interrupted her and said calmly, "Professor Miyazaki is right, this is the best plan at the moment, and I am the most suitable candidate.
My time has long since stopped. I work in nine places, and the only meaning of even living to this day is to find a suitable destination.
If today is that time, it will be a well-deserved death. I will have no regrets or regrets, and no one will feel sorry for me."
He smiled broadly, took a deep drag on the cigarette, and then threw the cigarette butt aside.
"Because the people who would feel sorry for me...are already six feet under."
After saying that, he cut off the communication without giving him a chance to reply.
At this time, he was close to the outer edge of the storm. The voices of his companions disappeared from the headset, and layers of wild laughter followed. A series of twisted phantoms began to appear in front of his eyes, including men, women, old people, and children, with faces
All of them had a horrifying and twisted smile.
This was only the outermost area. He didn't know if he would be safe if he went inside, but he didn't care.
Because just like when he comes to this casino tonight, he doesn't need any reason to act, it's just a whim. He doesn't care even if it destroys him.
Ending this disaster alone and then killing yourself with a bullet sounds like a cool and stylish way to die.
The corner of his mouth curled up.
It's definitely a well-deserved death.
But Luo Yajun never expected that he would not get this opportunity to show off in the end.
He felt a tightness in his ankles. Before he could realize whether this was an illusion, a huge force pulled him down to the ground, and then pulled him close to the ground and far away from the storm, and finally
He was hung upside down under a street lamp with his head down and his feet up.
"What...!?"
Luo Yajun, who was like a tragic hero who was about to die, was forced to put on a good show but was broken in the middle of it. He was also hung upside down with a gold hook in such an unrefined posture, and his face suddenly lost its expression.
He tried his best to look in the direction of his feet, and saw the strange bat standing on top of his own street lamp. He looked down at himself, his black cloak like a battle flag in the storm.
Batman used a grapple gun to pull back Luo Yajun, who was about to die, and hung him upside down on the lamppost.
"What are you doing?" Luo Yajun was furious, "There is no time, someone must stop the source of infection. I have to..."
Before he could finish speaking, Batman had jumped down. The Dark Knight said nothing, ignored his shouts, and strode toward the center of the storm.
Luo Yajun was stunned.
Is this guy... intending to save himself and then go to danger on his behalf?
"Wait a minute!" Luo Yajun struggled desperately, trying to stop the madman in bat costume, "Come back!"
But still no answer.
The Dark Knight disappeared into the storm, leaving only a solid figure with his cape flying.