Inside the bureau, the office of the deputy director.
The furniture here is very elegant, but it doesn't look like what an office should look like.
The exquisite standard long knife has been covered with a layer of dust and is placed in an inconspicuous corner.
The exquisite metal needle scratched on the vinyl record, and elegant classical music slowly played.
Comfortable lounge chairs, elegant closets, and exquisite carpets.
There was a fireplace placed close to the wall, and Mustache was slowly picking up firewood and putting it into the fire.
There was a small copper pot on the fire, and the pot was churning with fine coffee beans, and the rich aroma filled the office.
Gently twisting a handful of tobacco and lighting it on the pipe, Mustache took a deep breath and lay leisurely on the chair.
Now his whole person is in black and white, which is incompatible with the surrounding environment.
But he was not sad, instead he was smiling, as if he had solved some big trouble.
"You smoke? I can't believe that."
Han Dong stretched out his hand to light the fire and asked with a smile.
"Guess who taught me that?"
Mustache pointed to the bookshelf beside him. There were medals and souvenirs on the top, all of which were for the second place.
"Zhao Guangming, it is indeed something he can do."
Han Dong nodded, the way the strong man huddled by the stove was a little funny.
"Are the frost giants still so afraid of the cold?"
He knocked the pipe in his hand and asked with a smile.
"Ah, it's an old problem."
Han Dong smiled and did not deny it.
Boom, boom, boom.
There was a knock on the office door, and a young man in uniform walked in and handed Han Dong the phone.
There was a half-dead voice on the other end of the phone.
After a while.
Han Dong hung up the phone and took the heavy coat off the hanger.
"Ready?"
Mustache poured himself a cup of freshly brewed coffee and drank it leisurely.
"Ah, it's almost time to go."
"With you and the newcomers here, it's enough."
"Those two boys are in trouble. As the director of the research institute, I will reluctantly take action on behalf of the command bureau."
Han Dong put on his coat, picked up his suitcase, and prepared to leave.
"Old Han."
The man gently stroked his delicate beard and threw out a small red booklet.
"A mass-produced little secret device that can help you warm your hands."
"Thanks."
Han Dong grinned, turned around and walked out the door.
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"this world…"
"Ah, this world is destined to be destroyed, right?"
The man in a black trench coat smiled and interrupted the god's words.
"It's just a few words back and forth, can you come up with something new?"
The demon gun Colt roared and shattered the believer's head.
Blood spattered, and the large-caliber pistol emitted a strange red light, seeming to be chirping happily.
"I have a lot of bullets."
Li Hui pointed to the big coffin-like box behind her and nodded to Wang Jin.
Wang Jin raised the corner of his mouth and gave a thumbs up in return.
The armory girl is really the best.
"Wound you to death!"
Leonard blew the brass whistle, and the train rushed through the crowd of believers.
This is not Wang Jin's one, but the one given to him by the research institute.
"Wang Jin, come on, come on!"
The little fox squatted on Wang Jin's shoulder, cheering him hard.
It wasn't that Hu Xiaobei paddled on purpose, but that Wang Jin told her to do so.
If everyone is really killed, at least one person should be left behind for everyone to collect the body.
No one said it explicitly, but they all agreed tacitly.
This seemingly even battle is inherently unfair, and failure is only a matter of time.
It's okay for the unclean ones, even if their vitality is relatively strong, they will still die if they are killed.
The problem lies in the low-level ghost stories that have been released.
They will not die, even if they turn into flesh, they will be resurrected quickly.
In addition, each of them also has some strange abilities.
Although they are generally not strong, there are so many types that it is difficult to guard against them.
Especially after one eye turned amber, these believers rushed towards Wang Jin and his group as if they were crazy, and seemed to have lost consciousness.
This state naturally reminded Wang Jin of the two brothers Liu Da and Liu, but now they were unexpectedly normal.
"drink!"
The short knife pierced the believer's heart fiercely. As if he felt that it was not satisfying enough, he swiped downwards and cut open the chest and abdomen to expose the internal organs.
Blood spattered all over, and Liu Er had a surly smile on his face.
"Ah, he seems to have no psychological burden at all."
The little fox lay next to Wang Jin's ear and whispered.
The unclean person inherently represents depravity. Once deeply contaminated, he will go crazy and be almost unable to return to normal.
The weird part will gradually erode human wisdom and conscience, and finally turn into a beast that cannot think.
There are quite a few unclean people among the believers. Although they have completely lost their minds, they still have the same appearance as humans.
This will give people the feeling that they are killing their own kind.
"Ah? What did you say?"
There was a faint vibration in the air, and the dagger in Wang Jin's hand slashed at the unclean person mercilessly.
His head flew high, still with a cruel smile on his face.
"never mind."
Hu Xiaobei tilted his head and closed his mouth with a smile, with an expression like "My kid has grown up."
In fact, Wang Jin has no psychological burden. Even if those believers are human beings, he will kill them as long as they are harmful to him.
If you have time to pity them, who will pity Xiao Wang Jin who has no power to restrain the chicken?
"ah!"
Leonard roared, and ice armor covered his whole body, but it was different from before.
This time the ice armor is not as smooth and thick as before, but has sharp spikes and horns.
With the giant ax in his hand held across his chest, Leonard stepped forward with both feet on the ground.
Countless smaller believers were knocked away, and the ice armor was soon stained with blood red.
Although the status of these believers is similar to that of the good luck duo at that time, Wang Jin and his group no longer have so many worries.
When using their Kaitan abilities at full power, these believers are no match for them.
At least that was the case until Wang Jin and his group ran out of energy.
Xiaohei and Jinggui did not stay with Wang Jin, but together with Liu Da, guarded Meng Yu.
This little girl can't move now and can't even feel what's happening in the outside world.
She trusts Wang Jin so much, so of course Wang Jin must protect her.
Daggers and firecrackers flew up and down, and the man in a black trench coat brought endless blood and fire.
This is also considered a sword dance, but the long sword is replaced by a gun.
Like the top hunter, Wang Jin accurately harvested one life after another in the heavy rain.
He didn't use the Medal of Courage or anything else, but just relied on the sword dance and falling cicada to kill the believers.
He is maintaining his physical strength and seizing the time to regain his inspiration.
After all, the god of evil has never taken action, which makes Wang Jin a little uneasy.