Hearing Chen Tan's threat, Liu Gui on the other end of the communication was so angry that he laughed out loud.
But what he had to admit was that Chen Tan really threatened the right place!
Not that half-demon is so precious.
After all, for the half-demon who is also a wandering ghost, he even wishes that other half-demon would die more.
Even though they are indeed in the same organization now, the nature of the relationship between the half-demon has never changed - thieves of the only demon's treasure trove of knowledge, mortal enemies of each other.
As the saying goes, blocking someone's financial path is like killing your parents.
If we use the old saying to talk about its nature, the competition between half-demon may be more cruel than the death of a family tree.
Because what they gain is not a way to make money.
But the highest path.
If Dad hadn't founded [Dawn], most half-demon would have a relationship where the king doesn't meet the king - one of them would die if they met.
However, the half-demon of dawn is different.
They are daddy's precious test subjects.
If it was screwed up in his own hands, Liu Gui wasn't sure what his father would do to him.
Liu Gui thought silently in his heart, but did not do anything immediately. Instead, he shouted into the room:
"Zhou Wenqian! Come here!"
"ah?"
The skinny man with glasses who had previously reported the situation to the wandering ghost emerged from the room.
"What's going on, Boss Liugui?"
"Come here, I'll take care of your health."
Zhou Wenqian's expression froze, but he didn't say anything to refute and walked forward obediently.
As a half-demon in the first stage, it is impossible for him to dare to resist a wandering ghost.
Because only living half-demon will have unlimited possibilities in the future.
Liu Gui lifted up his shirt, and with the spiritual light attached to his fingertips, he stabbed into his abdominal cavity. A bloody hole was directly poked out of his seemingly lean belly that actually had six-pack abs.
"Uh-huh-"
Zhou Wenqian groaned, but did not dare to speak.
Cold sweat slid down his temples and into his neck.
Refers to the unstoppable bleeding from the finger hole.
Liu Gui searched his body with a serious look on his face.
After a while, Liu Gui's eyes narrowed slightly.
His whole hand was inserted into the bleeding wound. Zhou Wenqian was suddenly hit so hard, but he just gritted his teeth and his eyes widened in pain.
Half-demon is always rational.
Zhou Wenqian's reason told him that in this case, there might be a glimmer of hope for obedience, but resistance would only lead to death.
After all, the wandering ghost is a third-stage half-demon.
It's not the same concept as others at all.
After digging around inside for a while, Liu Gui suddenly grabbed something and tore it out of Zhou Wenqian's body with a squeak.
The scarlet palm brought up a lot of blood and fascial flesh. Zhou Wenqian could even clearly feel the strange feeling of all the internal organs in the abdominal cavity being torn and broken. The huge feeling of nausea and fear rushed straight into his brain, and even
The pain has subsided a lot.
Liugui ignored him at all.
He raised his hand, and between his index finger and thumb, there was a metal transmitter about the size of a knuckle.
After it was taken out, it began to flicker with a faint light.
Zhou Wenqian, who was holding his stomach and stuffing his internal organs back with little difficulty, also saw this scene. The blood flowed uncontrollably from the wound in his abdominal cavity.
"Liu, Liugui boss...this is?"
"Click."
Liu Gui crushed the transmitter to pieces with two fingers and turned to look at Zhou Wenqian indifferently.
“The performance was pretty good.”
"But don't ask what you shouldn't ask."
Zhou Wenqian lowered his head silently, not daring to say anything more, and went back to the house to treat his wounds.
After the strength of a half-demon reaches a certain level, its self-healing ability and physical abilities will become far beyond those of ordinary people. Even injuries that may seem fatal to humans, such as disembowelment, are only moderate injuries to a half-demon.
As for certain death.
Liu Gui ignored him, looked at the fragments in his hand, and lowered his head to think about something.
After thinking about it for a while, I finally picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Beep...beep..."
"Hello?"
"Dad?"
"Someone under my command got into trouble."
"Well, yes. I met a freak."
...
...
...
In the interrogation room,
Chen Tan was surrounded by four people, but he looked confident and had a gentle and plain smile on his face.
Like a mask.
"You think you can get out?"
Liu Zhi looked at him and took a deep breath.
"Just based on your ability?"
He poked the iron table with his finger, making a muffled sound.
"In addition to the preparations you just mentioned, there is also a six-fold ultra-high-voltage current network of 14 million volts buried under your feet."
"This is the lowest level of the Special Branch."
"And this line of defense is the last line of defense we use to prevent half-demon and extraordinary beings from entering the Special Branch headquarters from the underground."
"Your ability is called Reconstruction, right?"
Liu Zhi calmly glanced at Chen Tan's limbs that were cut off by Han Baiyi and later reshaped. He raised the corners of his lips and gave a smile that was not cold.
"If you have the ability, let's reconstruct the current."
After saying that, Liu Zhi was the first to walk out of the interrogation room.
He knows it very well.
In this case, there was no need for them to continue talking.
Liu Zhi should immediately report defense-related matters to the upper-level section chief and others.
After all, a person who has the ability to organize and command four second-stage half-demon is at least a second-stage person - and he is also the strongest type in the second stage.
Chen Tan smiled noncommittally.
Nothing was said.
Seeing that Liu Zhi was gone, He Chiye was inexplicably relieved - although his behavior and dressing style were coquettish, he still had some self-awareness.
If we had just confronted this second-stage half-demon head-on, we would probably suffer a loss.
However, such small emotions could not be shown in front of Chen Tan. So, he followed Liu Zhi's footsteps and walked out of the interrogation room.
Bai Juntang has been standing at the door.
According to the shift, she should be guarding Chen Tan today.
Just as he was about to close the door, he saw Han Baiyi, who had just been standing opposite the isolation observation wall, walk over, enter the interrogation room, and sit opposite Chen Tan.
Seeing Han Baiyi sit down firmly, the gentle and artificial smile on Chen Tan's face instantly faded.
"take it easy."
Han Baiyi opened a bottle of Devil's Claw on the table and took a sip, which was slightly cold.
"Including this time I saw you, this is the second time I've seen a living half-demon."
"I think it's better to ask the half-demon directly about some things."
Chen Tan's face looked a little ugly.
"Before, wasn't it already..."
"Ah, that's a common sense question." Han Baiyi took another sip. This thing was quite addictive. "I just remembered another one, and I plan to ask more in-depth."
"If I understand it, there will be a reward; if I don't understand it, there will be a punishment."
Han Baiyi's expression was extremely sincere.
What could Chen Tan do? Of course he could only bite the bullet and agree to him.
"......good."
Han Baiyi smiled and nodded, looking like you were very knowledgeable.
"I remember that when I first became a consultant to the Special Division, I learned about the differences in levels of demonization."
"It is written there that 1% to 15% demonization degree is a level, but because the range of 15% to 20% demonization degree belongs to the adaptation stage of transformation, so 1% to 20% is considered as demonization
Phase One.”
"After that, every 10% is a stage."
"At different stages, the growth of the psychic units of extraordinary people and half-demon continues to rise in a ladder-like manner."
"You should be at the second level, right?" Han Baiyi looked at Chen Tan, "20% to 30% demonization degree."
"At this stage, how high can you go?"
Chen Tan pursed his lips: "According to Sun Qingyang's spiritual unit statistical method, my current demonization degree is 22.6%, and the spiritual unit is about 5012."
"At the highest level, it can probably reach more than 9,200."
"However, due to different ability categories and different levels of development, the level of intelligence units and demonization levels cannot completely represent the combat capabilities of half-demon. The first stage is to counter-kill the second stage, or the second stage is to counter-kill the third stage.
Things in the three stages happen from time to time.”
"After all, not all ability users are good at fighting."
“The number of smart units means nothing.”
Chen Tan answered silently.
However, he didn't quite understand what Han Baiyi wanted to ask.
Can't something like a spiritual unit be measured with an instrument?
Moreover, the classification of the first and second stages is not only used by half-demon, but extraordinary people can also be classified into this level framework.
The difference between the upper limit and the lower limit of spiritual power will not exceed 100 at most. The gap between strength and weakness has always been distinguished by ability. What is the use of asking the number of spiritual power?
Obviously, Chen Tan would not understand the pain of Han Baiyi who was afraid of measuring and most likely could not measure it, but wanted to know his own strength.
Han Baiyi could probably sense that his strength was indeed in the "invincible" category in this world.
But that's also because, to this day, he has only seen Xiami characters below the second stage of demonization.
This is only 20%.
What if the degree of demonization is further increased?
Are the hundreds of thousands of spiritual machines he uses to strengthen his body and the millions stored in the system panel enough?
This is a problem.
I can't estimate my own strength level now. What if I meet a truly invincible player in the future?
Do you go up and deliver it with confidence?
Han Baiyi thought for a while and suddenly asked him: "What level can the strongest half-demon you have ever seen reach to?"
"The strongest?"
Chen Tan became more and more confused, but because of the "punishment" in Han Baiyi's mouth, he didn't dare to answer randomly, so he cautiously probed.
"Probably...the third stage."
"Although that guy Liu Gui has never admitted it, I once saw him kill a half-demon who had entered the second stage for a long time with one hand. He was very powerful."
"In other words, even if you have been in the half-demon circle for a long time, you rarely see half-demon with extraordinary strength?"
Han Baiyi frowned and looked at him.
"Yes, that's right." Chen Tan nodded, "They rarely appear in front of us, or we don't recognize them when they appear. The lower-ranking people can't see the internal state of the upper-ranking ones - mainly because it's too difficult to kill us.
What a waste of time.”
"Unless the other party intends to disclose it."
"Besides, if I can see him, I should be able to tell what stage of half-demon he is."
Chen Tan racked his brains and thought, trying to complete the answer as much as possible.
"Because of the bad relationship between half-demon meeting and fighting each other, judging the specific strength level of the enemy is one of our compulsory courses."
"If you have poor eyesight, you may die without even knowing how you died."
"Can you tell?"
Han Baiyi asked him in disbelief.
"Can."
Chen Tan nodded confidently.
"Then look at my..."
He only heard half of the words in his ears, and Chen Tan, who had all his senses fully activated, suddenly felt a huge wave of spiritual intelligence rushing in front of him like a tsunami. It was as if he was facing the Yellow River bursting its banks, and as if he was looking up at the sky and the sea.
But you can't move.
All the nerves and muscles in the body seemed to have been ironed, and they were glued to the chair, unable to move or get up.
For a moment, it was as if even his consciousness had been shattered by the impact. He felt like his brain was going crazy. He opened his mouth wide and wanted to yell something, but he could only make a hoarse meaningless sound.
The fragile will is like glass that was suddenly hit by an eight-hundred-pound hammer. It shattered into fragments all over the place, making it impossible to put them back together.
Until the end, Chen Tan looked blank, rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and slumped down on the iron chair, his body muscles twisting and trembling unconsciously.
He looked like he had been ruined.
Han Baiyi sat across the table, his hands crossed and silent for a while.
Suddenly, I felt a sense of loneliness and loneliness.
After walking out of the door, Bai Juntang looked at the room with a blank expression and pointed at Chen Tan, who was foaming at the mouth.
"What, what's going on?"
Han Baiyi waved back without looking back.
"I probably won't be able to get up these days, so you don't need to thank me."