On the ring, Sun Zi stretched out his trembling hand and took out a small hammer from his lower back.
Before the fight even started, half of his momentum was gone.
Just kidding, who wouldn't be scared when a man covered in grenades stands in front of him?
The most important thing is that there is something wrong with Li Hui's eyes.
People like Sun Zi have gained experience after being beaten too many times.
At least he can distinguish between those who want to beat him up and those who really want his life.
"If I have this thing, it's not certain who will die."
After waving the hammer lightly, he calmed down and spat.
He has been doing evil for so many years and is still alive now, so he is capable.
At least he has many access points that others cannot reach. This hammer bought on the black market for a lot of money can definitely kill everyone.
"Little girl, it's not too late for you to admit defeat now."
Sun Zi seemed to have completely forgotten that he had just failed to admit defeat, and instead issued an ineffective threat to Li Hui.
The latter did not respond to him, but stretched out his hand to hold the long knife and held his breath.
A sharp aura spread from her body.
Even though she usually behaves well-behaved and shy in front of Wang Jin, she is still the strongest newcomer in the Suppression Department, the Thorn of the Butcher Bird.
When it comes to physical skills alone, Li Hui is definitely top notch.
Coupled with the huge advantage brought to her by the restrictions on Kaitan equipment, she is the player with the greatest chance of winning the championship besides Wang Jin.
"Hmm."
The fat man's laughter was a bit crazy, as if he was affected by something.
The small hammer in his hand gave off a faint light, and a strange aura slowly filled the air.
The next second, blood stains began to appear on the hammer, as if it had just been used.
"Ahh..."
The fat man's voice was trembling, and a hint of scarlet crept into his eyes.
The Geiger counter equipped on the stage flashed slightly, but then went out after a moment.
This is Sun Zi's arrogant capital.
A piece of strange equipment that just meets the pollution concentration requirements.
The blood seeping from the small hammer did not drip to the ground. Instead, it gradually climbed up his arm, dyeing the unfitting clothes blood red.
"There's something...something wrong with this hammer."
Wang Jin frowned, feeling a familiar aura from the surgical hammer.
Ding--
Before the blood spread to the fat man's body, Li Hui's Iai Slash was thrown out.
The beautiful cassock chop gently passed through Sun Zi's throat and chopped off his head entirely.
The huge head slowly fell, but stopped halfway.
It seemed to be pulled by something.
"Damn, why is he everywhere?"
Wang Jin rubbed his temples.
His blessed vision allowed him to see clearly what was preventing the fat man's head from falling to the ground.
It was a suture stained red with blood.
doctor.
"Hiss..."
There was a strange sound in the fat man's trachea, and he raised his hand to try to put his head back into place.
"nausea."
Li Hui frowned and took out the knife again.
The long black knife specially made by the Suppression Department will not reflect light and will not stain blood.
What's more, it won't get dull.
The slash without any hesitation broke the fat man's body into pieces, but still could not destroy the weird thread.
"Damn it."
After realizing that the attack had little effect, Li Hui sheathed her knife and jumped to distance herself from Sun Zi.
He also conveniently dropped two micro-shock bombs.
Competitions also have requirements for the power of weapons. Things that can overturn the arena must not be used.
But even micro-shock bombs are enough to blow people into pieces.
Bang!
As if she felt it was not safe, Li Hui threw out a small bottle.
The bottle shattered, and the black-red viscous liquid was blown away by the aftermath of the explosion, turning into mist that enveloped a small area.
This is a gadget widely used by members of the Suppression Department, called the Kaidan Suppressor.
Because of its color and effects, most people call it black dog blood.
There were soft sounds in the mist, as if something was being corroded.
"How did this thing appear here?"
Wang Jin frowned and looked at the blood mist, muttering softly.
"Civil organizations don't have any equipment that they can use, and most of the items come from the black market and ghost stories."
"There seem to be a lot more things on the black market recently, maybe something happened."
Leonard scratched his head and explained to Wang Jin in a low voice.
He and Wang Jin walked through Mingyue Community together, and he also had some understanding of the doctor's methods.
"That doctor seems to be very active recently. This is not the first time we have encountered such an object."
The middle-aged man's voice suddenly sounded, and the mustache didn't know when he sat behind Wang Jin.
This man seems to have some way of weakening his sense of existence, or maybe he is born this way.
As long as he doesn't speak, it's hard to find him.
"doctor?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Mustache.
He deliberately disclosed information to himself, and he must have wanted to express something.
"Well, his things are hard to find on the black market, and we are also tracking them down."
"As for why the hospital represented by him has been so active recently..."
"Do you have any idea?"
Mustache looked at Wang Jin with no emotion in his eyes.
"I don't know, I don't know."
Wang Jin shook his head and chose to play dumb.
It can’t be said that the doctor recognized him as Wang Jue and was desperately trying to find a way to kill himself, right?
It's one thing for something to be guessed, but it's another thing to admit it yourself.
Before confirming Wang Jue's position, he did not plan to publicize his identity everywhere.
"ha."
The mustache nodded and said nothing more.
After taking a deep look at Wang Jin, he stood up and walked to the judges' table.
Sun Zi's situation has gotten a little out of control, and he needs to keep an eye on it.
"hiss…"
The fog was broken, and the fat figure quickly killed Li Hui.
The body that had been torn into eight pieces was forcibly sewn together, and the flesh and blood squirmed in an attempt to heal.
Even the skin that was scorched in the explosion is recovering rapidly. This weird self-healing ability is like...
"Is it a strange story?"
Leonard asked softly, with a complicated expression on his face.
"No, it's not a weird story."
Wang Jin frowned and expressed his opinion.
"This is more like the reformed residents found inside the community at that time. They are neither humans nor monsters."
"Just one item can turn a person into such a monster. The doctor's strength is much more terrifying than I imagined."
"Ah...forcibly turning people into monsters?"
Zhao Guangming scratched his messy hair, crossed his legs and looked at Wang Jin.
"It's difficult to achieve this kind of thing in a short period of time. I guess he won't be able to do it in a while."
Having said this, he pointed at the fat man on the ring.
The latter was attacking Li Hui desperately and seemed to have completely lost his mind.
Although Li Hui was unable to cause any effective damage to him, she could still use her deft steps to avoid all the opponent's attacks.
She didn't even use Luo Chan's power-generating skills, and seemed to be doing it with ease.
On the other hand, Sun Zi's situation is getting worse and worse.
As Li Hui slashed, the sutures on his body that maintained his body gradually became less and less.
In addition, his increasingly pale face also showed that his body could no longer support it.
Wang Jin waved his hand on the stage, signaling Li Hui to end the game while ensuring her own safety.
The latter nodded and began to think of ways to directly destroy Sun Zi's ability to move.
She also knew that something was obviously wrong with the fat man who could not die yet.
The governing bureau should have something to ask.