"You're talking nonsense! You're talking nonsense!" The man known as "Fire Man" shouted at the top of his lungs.
His hands were tightly holding the railing in front of him, and the railing suddenly made a "sizzling" sound, and steaming smoke actually came out.
"Why are you two here?" A man in black suddenly appeared behind Zhang Wendong. This man was about forty years old, with dark skin and a burly build. His name was Chen Zhaohuan, and he was a good brother who had gone through life and death with Wu Haosen.
One of the top officials of the Security Bureau, Chen Zhaohuan, rarely interacts with other people in the Security Bureau. It is said that he has been performing secret missions and usually only needs to report the situation to Wu Haosen.
It seems that the secret missions he has performed over the years are related to these people on the third underground floor.
Zhang Wendong said with some guilt: "We...Senior Fu said she wanted to come and see the condition of these prisoners."
"It seems that Xiao Zhang has been relying on Lao Wu a lot recently. I thought that among the young people of his generation, the first one to be qualified to come to the third underground floor would be Su Wei." Chen Zhaohuan patted Zhang Wendong.
Looking over his shoulder, he winked and said: "Don't tell Su Wei, be careful he will get jealous."
Chen Zhaohuan was familiar with Fu Wei, and had met Zhang Wendong several times before, so he didn't take too much precaution against them. He noticed the red and excited "Fire Man" and quickly walked past Zhang Wendong.
"This guy's drug resistance is getting stronger and stronger. He could barely survive for about forty-eight hours after being injected with drugs that inhibit his abilities. Now he needs to be injected almost every ten hours." Chen Zhaohuan took out the drug.
He took out a notebook and took out the ballpoint pen from his jacket pocket. He turned to the page with the photo of "Hot Man" and hurriedly wrote down a few lines of words.
He walked to the closet marked with his name and took out a helmet and heavy protective clothing from it. He awkwardly put on these protective tools, and a dull voice came out through the helmet: "Many people in our bureau are watching.
I haven't been seen all day long, so I guess they thought I was traveling around and enjoying a happy life. Alas, they didn't know that I was doing such a dangerous job and had to face these mutants who might be out of control at any time all day long."
Chen Zhaohuan, wearing heavy clothes, awkwardly walked towards the cell where the "Fire Man" was being held. He pointed at the "Fire Man" and said sternly: "Be honest and don't cause trouble." He took out the key and slowly said
Tundi opened the door.
Zhang Wendong pushed Zuo Jing to the door of the cell. He looked at the red man curiously and asked, "Why are they locked up here?"
"Didn't Zuo Jing tell you?" Chen Zhaohuan said, "The people imprisoned here are all guys with very powerful powers. No medicine can suppress their powers for a long time." He turned around and whispered:
"Besides, almost all of them have some problems here." Chen Zhaohuan pointed to his head.
"You've got something wrong with your brain!" The man imprisoned opposite the "Fire Man" rolled his eyes and said dissatisfiedly.
"Oops, you made a mistake, I didn't talk about you, I didn't talk about you!" Chen Zhaohuan explained with a smile.
Wearing gloves, he took out the injection in the pocket of the protective suit with some inconvenience.
"Let me get it for you." Zhang Wendong walked into the cell and put his hand into Chen Zhaohuan's pocket. His hand accidentally shook and the needle fell to the ground and rolled twice.
The "Fire Man" stared at the needle that was close at hand, and suddenly reached out to grab it.
"Go away! I'm warning you, stay away!" Chen Zhaohuan pushed him away quickly. He turned to Zhang Wendong and Zuo Jing and said: "You two, get out quickly. This guy is very dangerous. Be careful he hurts you." He said tightly.
Then he bent down and picked up the needle clumsily, but he couldn't pick it up.
The "Fire Man"'s body became increasingly red, with veins all over his body. A weak flame ignited from his fingertips, but went out in an instant.
The man in the cell opposite stood up, grabbed the railing and said: "Hey, Xiao Yu, hello! I'm calling you." He looked at the dull-looking "Fire Man" and said jokingly: "Have you had any injections recently?
You’ve heard so much that it’s hard to use your brain? You said you can’t remember your name, can you still remember what your daughter looks like?”
"Fire Man" nodded sharply. He wandered in the cell and said with a distracted look: "I, of course I can remember it. I want to go out to find her, and I want to accompany her..."
"Accompany? Accompany her urn, right? When you were playing with her in your arms, your powers suddenly went out of control. Gee, such a small child was swallowed up by a raging fire in the blink of an eye. How pitiful."
The man opposite said with a sneer.
"Shut up, why do you talk so much!" Chen Zhaohuan shouted quickly. He turned around and stared at the man fiercely, and said: "Don't irritate him less, watch your mouth, don't drink as a penalty if you don't drink the toast."
!" After he finished yelling, he continued to bend down to pick up the syringe, his expression gradually becoming impatient. He opened the protective suit and took off one sleeve. He picked up the syringe and complained: "This protective suit is really...
It's so bulky and cumbersome to wear."
He did not see the expression of the "Fire Man" behind him change, nor did he realize that the danger was approaching little by little. The "Fire Man" clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said: "My daughter is not dead, you are talking nonsense! She deserves to live.
OK, she’s waiting for me to come home!”
The man opposite didn't give up. He grabbed the railing and said with an exaggerated expression: "She is dead! Don't you remember the sea of fire and the painful cries?"
"You're talking nonsense!" "Fire Man" roared hysterically, his skin became redder, as if the blood surging throughout his body was burning.
When Chen Zhaohuan turned around, he saw that the exposed skin of "Fire Man" began to catch fire inch by inch. "I want to get out of here, get out of this hellish place!" "Fire Man"'s voice was hoarse and thick, and his expression was ferocious.
The whole person looked like a monster spitting tongues of fire.
"Damn it, it's only been a few hours and the medicine has completely lost its effectiveness." Chen Zhaohuan said in panic. Before he could put on the protective clothing, he saw a blazing fireball rising from the palm of the "Fire Man".
Chen Zhaohuan quickly dodged, but the fireball still burned his exposed right arm, setting his shirt sleeve on fire in an instant. He panicked and slapped the flames on his body, rolling twice on the ground. His right arm was released in the blink of an eye.
His flesh and blood were blurred, he groaned in pain, and his whole body was dripping with cold sweat.
"Well done, brother! Work harder, hahaha!" The man in the cell opposite laughed crazily. He looked emotionally at the blazing flames in front of him, and there was no trace of his lazy look just now.
