Shrike cursed angrily and aimed the Barrett at Wang Jin.
After hesitating for a moment, he gave up again.
The two figures in the distance were too fast, making it difficult to hit them.
Moreover, making Wang Jin incapacitated at this time is tantamount to pushing him directly into the abyss of death.
But something was obviously wrong with this kid.
From the moment the flames started burning, he seemed to have lost the ability to think calmly and had to tear the feast into pieces alive.
That's not quite his style.
Feast's vitality has been reduced to ten pieces, coupled with the strange iron claws.
Shrike has no doubt that Wang Jin has this strength.
But if this continues, they will all end up dying together.
Or even worse.
Wang Jin's current situation is very complicated, but Shrike can roughly tell what's wrong with him based on his experience.
pollute.
This young man is indeed gifted, but he also has limits.
While accepting the blessing of ghost stories, you also have to accept a lot of pollution. This is the price that must be paid.
In addition, he has been using that terrifying death intention to offset the feast's ability to reject flesh and blood.
This kid's situation is actually very dangerous.
The more inspiration is consumed, the stronger the impact of pollution will be.
A bowl of water is more likely to stain than a pool of water.
This is actually a very simple truth.
Pollution continues to eat away at reason and breed madness.
Wang Jin, who has fallen into madness, will continue to ask for power until he completely comes to an end.
This is one of the reasons why ghost stories are so dangerous.
What truly threatens human life is not only weird abilities, but also ubiquitous pollution.
"That's not right... This kid shouldn't have not considered this."
The dark man squinted his eyes and looked at the figure that was swaying but stubborn and refused to fall.
Shrike's mood was very complicated.
The entire suppression department stayed in the corner, watching helplessly as a young boy tried his best to talk to Guai.
Saying this will make people laugh for a lifetime.
The ability to directly control Qi and blood is extremely rare, and rushing forward without protection is tantamount to death.
As a commander, Shrike couldn't possibly make fun of his subordinates' safety.
Of course, he couldn't remain indifferent.
"Butcher, the protective clothing is ready."
The woman codenamed Gu Zheng stepped forward and whispered in Shrike's ear.
The latter nodded, his expression a little complicated.
This kind of thing that will lose its function if it is slightly damaged is actually a bit flashy for the suppression department.
Those weird attacks in the ghost story scene may tear it to pieces at any time.
In addition, heavy protective clothing can also make people's movements slower.
Overall, using it does more harm than good, making it a thankless choice.
So Shrike only brought three sets.
"I didn't consider that ghost stories can directly affect Qi and blood. This is my dereliction of duty."
"All of us owe Wang Jin a favor."
"But...I am deeply unhappy if the tuner steals the limelight."
The dark man narrowed his eyes and slowly put on protective clothing.
This thing is already in the research stage, and while it affects operations, it is difficult to ensure the protective effect against pollution.
Not to mention the ability to directly block ghost stories.
Doing so is tantamount to committing suicide.
But Shrike had already made up his mind.
"Boss, don't say that."
Mu Jue stood next to Shrike and picked up another set of protective clothing.
"Leave your boy here for me."
The dark-skinned man narrowed his eyes and knocked down the protective suit Mu Jue had just picked up with his backhand.
"As the commander, I have to be responsible for you."
"But as Wang Jin's master, I can't watch him die in front of me."
Shrike's tone rarely softened, and he glanced at everyone's face, as if saying goodbye.
"Gravedigger, I order you to serve as temporary commander and take these people out no matter what happens."
"ha."
Mu Jue curled his lips and his tone was a bit frivolous.
"Boss, do you know?"
"You are not really suitable to be a commander."
"Even if you usually try to control your emotions as much as possible, I can still feel the heat in your heart."
"You're the type who wants to be in front of everyone."
The tall and lanky man casually put on his protective clothing and continued talking.
"This is not a good thing. Those of us who rush out may not be able to come back."
"But at least let me be your companion."
"You kid want to disobey me?"
Shrike stared at Mu Jue with a dangerous light in his eyes.
"That's right."
The latter nodded and smiled.
"Whether you deduct my bonus or write me down as a punishment, that will all happen after I return."
"As for bringing these people back alive, you should do it yourself."
"You kid... your bonus is gone this month."
Shrike smiled and said nothing more.
"I am coming too."
Xia Yu casually picked up the last set of protective clothing and spoke in a calm tone, as if he was saying something quite ordinary.
"Yo, girl."
Mu Jue squinted his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him with a strange smile who had the aura of keeping strangers away from him.
"Does this mean you can't let me go?"
"If you want to use this disgusting method to dissuade me, I advise you to save it."
Xia Yu turned his head away from Mu Jue's clear eyes with a touch of sadness.
"Hahaha…"
The shrike grinned and showed a cheerful smile.
He has always been known for being calm and decisive, but everyone knows that this swarthy man has a straightforward character.
As Mu Jue said, if Shrike wasn't the commander, he would have been at the forefront.
"Okay, disobedient brats."
Shrike finally adjusted his protective clothing and gave a thumbs up to the complex-looking Suppression Department officers behind him.
"We'll come back as soon as we go."
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"Huh... Shrike probably won't be able to sit still at this time."
Wang Jin suddenly dodged and avoided Feast's attack.
Shrike's inference was correct; he was indeed seriously contaminated.
If it weren't for Ah Zi who has been helping silently, Wang Jin would have gone completely crazy by now.
Even so, his thinking ability is not as good as before.
Fortunately, Wang Jin had already formulated four or five complete sets of plans before taking action, so even if his brain became inflexible, there would be no big problem.
"I don't understand your behavior."
Feng Yan's movements became more and more sluggish, he narrowed his eyes and spoke.
If just now the Iron Buddha and the fire coverage directly cut off more than half of his health, then Wang Jin is using the iron claws to eat away at the remaining half of his health.
It happened that his sister chose to compete with him for authority at this time. This was actually the key to the entire situation.
"I don't understand either."
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and answered his enemy's question.
"I am a very rational person. I will only pursue absolute interests and will not get involved in anything that is not good for me."
"Unfortunately, sometimes I will be carried away by my passion and do such childish actions as saving others."
Having said this, Wang Jin glanced at the three figures approaching quickly from the corner of his eye.
The protective clothing they wore was quickly corroded by the blood mist, and it seemed that they would soon lose their effectiveness.
But these people are still taking steps, slowly but firmly.
"Behind me are teachers who really care about me, girls who are very important to me, and a group of weird people."
"For their safety, I must stand in front of you."
Wang Jin spit out a mouthful of blood, and his breath suddenly weakened a lot.
"Very stupid."
Feng Yan tilted his head, taking advantage of this opportunity to mobilize his energy and blood, trying to launch a final blow.
"Yeah, it's stupid, but I quite like it."
Wang Jin grinned, his breath rising strangely again.
He is pretending.
Annie is different from other ghost stories, she will share part of the pollution for Wang Jin.
Although the effect was not great, it still left the young man with the physical strength to deliver the final blow.
"Remember this for me, this is human beings."
Wang Jin waved his sharp claws and looked ferocious.
The flame rose for the last time, briefly but brightly.