Doom looked at the cyborg lingering in front of him, hesitating whether to approach or not.
The Cyborg looked at Doom, then fell to the ground with a plop.
The brutal wound on his chest proved that he had just been attacked, and the murder weapon was probably a short knife.
"Isn't this Wang Jin's change?"
Doom curled his lips and muttered softly.
Along the way, every reformer he meets will transform into Wang Jin after a period of distortion, and then give him a knife.
And every time you can play something new.
Doom's mentality at the moment is very subtle.
When encountering this kind of situation at first, he would be careful and cautious, and then he would be tricked by Wang Jin, and occasionally he would discover it once or twice.
With his current misfortune, he was no longer too lazy to think about it. He just looked at the modified man in front of him like a zombie, and then continued to walk forward.
In other words, he was numb.
"How many times is this?"
He stopped and asked No. 1 when his misfortune was coming.
"Seventeen."
No. 1 said slowly with an expressionless face.
"Seventeen times, exactly seventeen times! Why can't I still feel it?"
Misfortune seemed to have collapsed, and he reached out and scratched his hair frantically.
For some reason, Doom couldn't feel the residents' aura, so he could only confirm their identity through personal inspection.
Wang Jin secretly laughed a few times in the shadows in the distance, and then asked Xiao Hei to bring a bunch of smashed reformers from a distance and place them next to him.
Of course, the misfortune cannot be felt, because except for the men who were smashed by him, no one is truly a reformed person.
No matter how similar they look, they are all mirror ghosts, and they don't have the unpleasant disinfectant smell of the modified humans.
As for the real reformers, they are all controlled by Wang Jin.
There are dozens of transformed people, and Xiao Hei alone will certainly not be able to control them all.
Therefore, Wang Jin called out an old friend whom he had not seen for a long time.
"Shh!"
The madman looked at the reformers who had just recovered and were about to shout to warn them of their misfortune, and let out a soft hiss.
Then, he drew his hand across his mouth and made a gesture of closing the zipper.
The next second, the reformers seemed to suddenly become mute, and no matter how hard they struggled, they could not make a sound.
Realizing this, the Cyborg climbed up with difficulty and wanted to run to Doom.
"Hey."
The madman grinned and then did a standard move of a mime.
He stretched out his hands and patted them in front of his face, pretending that there was a piece of transparent glass there.
"Bang!"
The Cyborg who was in a hurry to escape bumped into something and fell to the ground suddenly.
It's like there's an actual piece of glass there.
"good."
Wang Jin gave the madman a thumbs up.
He hasn't given all the blessings of paradise to the madman yet, now he's just letting him use one or two abilities.
Even so, it was enough to help Wang Jin complete his plan.
The madman chuckled, then turned to look in the direction of doom.
He knew that the movie directed by Wang Jin was coming to an end.
"I bet it won't be this time."
Doom gritted his teeth, then thickened the black mist, and prepared to go over and help up the reformed man he met for the eighteenth time.
Having been deceived seventeen times, it was impossible for him not to know that the figure in front of him might still be Wang Jin's trap.
But in order to regain strength, Doom had to be confirmed, and there was no other way.
This is a conspiracy and also Wang Jin's brilliance.
Misfortune moves forward slowly, with a somewhat frivolous pace.
He found that something was wrong with his sense of direction, and he always felt dizzy and wanted to fall.
Getting closer and closer, Doomyun gradually saw the other person's face clearly.
Number two.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Doom suddenly stopped, then raised his head and laughed.
"You want to trick me a second time using the same method?"
Black mist rose, the speed of doom increased to the extreme, and he kicked No. 2's head to pieces.
Flesh and blood spattered, making a muffled sound.
"Huh? No...it can't be right?"
The feeling under his feet was not right. Doomyuck lowered his head and saw No. 2's slightly twitching body.
His eyeballs fell to the ground, but he still stared at the figure wrapped in black mist, as if he didn't understand why the other party wanted to kill him.
"Ah, ah, what a pity."
Wang Jin walked out slowly from the other direction, with a sarcastic smile on his face.
"I almost let him go when I saw him. I didn't expect you to be so disrespectful."
"He...he's number two?"
Doom looked at the broken headless corpse on the ground, his voice trembling.
"No. 2's head is broken, I can guarantee that."
Wang Jin nodded seriously and quietly made a gesture behind him.
The madman in the distance picked up the iron pliers and smashed the head of the real No. 2.
He, Wang Jin, never lies.
After a moment of silence, Wang Jin spoke casually, but his eyes shone with a strange light.
"Can't he recover? What a big deal."
"No..."
Doom did not answer Wang Jin's words, but fell to his knees, his body trembling slightly, as if he had lost something important.
"oh?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows.
Some questions do not necessarily require a direct answer. Wang Jin's strong observation ability is enough for him to find the answer in the opponent's small movements.
For example, now, he can roughly guess why Doom is so sad.
Ever since bad luck ripped off the man's head, Wang Jin had noticed something was wrong.
The man did not recover for a long time, as if he was really dead.
It seems difficult to recover the cybernetic who was killed by Doom himself.
He was aware of this and asked Xiao Hei, who played No. 2, to temporarily pretend to be dead.
"Damn..."
Misfortune could no longer hear Wang Jin's words. He was immersed in great sadness.
Even when I killed my alcoholic father with my own hands, the sadness was far less intense than it is now.
Number 2 was one of the few people who cared about him, and was even tortured by Wang Jin in order to protect himself.
But he killed him with his own hands.
"Hey, don't be too sad."
Wang Jin smiled, looked at the bad luck and said.
"What if No. 2 is mine from beginning to end?"
"Varied..."
Doom's eyes, which were originally in despair, suddenly narrowed, and then he looked at No. 2 on the ground.
Gone.
"Poof!"
The fruit knife stabbed into Doom Luck's lower back, and then suddenly spun around.
The technique is surprisingly skillful.
The black mist on Doom's body shook violently, and he was ready to resist.
When he turned his head, he only saw a fleeting black shadow.
"Ahhhh!!"
Doom roared loudly, with a bit of madness in his voice, preparing to kill Wang Jin.
The young man in front of him smiled and then disappeared into the shadows instantly.
Misfortune raised his arm and then put it down feebly, feeling as if he had eaten a fly.
The reformer who was supposed to come with a wave of his hand did not respond at all.
It took a lot of effort to get a response, but it was Wang Jin who changed.
He didn't understand what went wrong that allowed Wang Jin to play tricks on him like this.
"Don't be sad, I'm here."
Number 1 stretched out his hand and lifted up Doom.