bookbashuk Chapter 984
Chapter 984
"No one knows?" Seeing that no one answered, I frowned, seeming a little disappointed.
I saw him slowly raise his hand, and a red light quickly lit up on it, and a group of people lying on the ground looked at this scene in horror and hurriedly retreated.
I looked at them coldly, and with a slight flick of my hand, strong energy fluctuations filled his body in an instant, and the clothes that were blowing and hunting sounded.
This fierce movement not only frightened the awake people, but also woke up the rest of the unconscious people, who looked at the spectacle in front of them in a daze, and quickly reacted to what happened to them just now.
I raised my left hand slightly, and the red light in my palm was like a flame, reflecting half of his face clearly, half of which was only a shadow.
"I'll give you one last chance, and if you can't answer, you'll sleep here forever. When
the bandits heard this, they immediately panicked, and hurriedly grabbed the people around them and asked them if they knew Yanamachi Yoshiyo, which was about everyone's lives, so they couldn't help but be anxious.
It's a pity that after asking a circle of people who have awakened later, no one has heard of this name.
If my dreams are not answered, it means that their lives have come to an end. Some people panicked about this, some people fell to their knees with dull faces, and of course some people were vicious, and a pair of fierce eyes were locked on my dream.
"Fuck you, bastard!" Suddenly, a man yelled and rolled over, quickly pulled out a gun from his arms, and aimed it at my dream's head with two "bang" shots.
Seeing the bullet hit, he suddenly showed surprise on his face, but the next second, this expression froze on his face.
Unfortunately, and at his own expense, he became the object of my dream demonstrations.
I only heard a bang, and the fiery red light instantly burst out in my dream's hand, and wrapped the man who suddenly attacked in it.
Before he could scream, he was blown to pieces by the energy and burned to pieces.
Kill the chicken and show it to the monkey, so that the monkey can realize the seriousness of the matter. I dreamed that I didn't have to look at the expressions of these people to know that there would be a different effect than just now.
He withdrew his hand and stood in place, this time no one dared to attack again, it should be said that most people were already frightened and did not dare to make the slightest move.
Finally, in the midst of silence, a man stood up tremblingly.
This man had an ordinary face, and the eyes that looked at my dream were full of fear. I glanced at him and said lightly, "What do you have to say?" "
I—I know the girl you're talking about, but I've heard about it from someone else.
"Someone else is who. I asked.
The man hesitated, thought for a moment and replied, "It's a friend I once knew, but it doesn't seem to be in Tokyo now, where is it... I don't know. "
I don't know?" I frowned, "tell me who he is and where he came from, and why he got involved with that girl." The
man didn't dare to hide it, and hurriedly said: "He was originally a thug hired by a nightclub near here, and later resigned for some reason, and the information I know is that he has set his sights on a middle school girl, who seems to be surnamed Yanagimachi."
After listening carefully to his description, my face quickly became gloomy, "I don't know his name." "
He... His name is Mori Aki, and he always uses his surname when interacting with people.
"Mori Saki..."I muttered to myself, my originally cold eyes slowed down slightly, and there was less murderous intent when I looked at the man who revealed the news, "Give you a chance, if I can contact him, I can let you live." The
man was delighted at first, but soon became frustrated again, for no other reason than knowing Morozaki's contact information.
I also saw his inner struggle through his expression, and it was very difficult to piece together the identity of the murderer with some trivial information, and there was no need to waste words with these people.
Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, and threw out a wave of air pressure with a flick of his hand, knocking down all the bandits who were still in a daze. These executioners who bully the weak and are afraid of the hard, if they keep it, it will only be a scourge, and whether this casual blow will be fatal to them depends on whether they are tenacious enough. But one thing is certain, and that is that even if any of them survive, they will only survive as a crippled body.
I don't dream of being a Jianghu person, and I don't understand what morality is. If he has to say it, he is better at being happy and revenge, to put it bluntly, he is willful.
In this troubled world, everyone has the right to judge the wicked, and if anyone thinks he is a wicked person, then knock him down with his own hands.
This is the philosophy he believes in.
Out of the abandoned factory, I dreamed that there was a trance in front of me, and the sky seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gray mist, as if I was in a polar region full of sin.
With so many bandits in just one urban area, you can imagine how tedious the work for TPC and the police is. Say a thousand things and ten thousand, once the order is distorted, there will be nothing surprising, but who disrupted the originally peaceful order... Monsters, or people themselves?
The answer to this question can be a double choice, and I don't have the heart to dwell on it for the time being.
In front of the abandoned factory was a desolate open space, and he didn't feel it when he first came, but now he looked a little bit lonely in the style of the apocalypse, and combined with what he thought in his mind, he couldn't help but speed up his pace.
We need to put an end to this chaos as soon as possible.
"It's been resolved. Conan stepped out of the corner, and this time he didn't hear much movement.
"Solved. "Solving in the physical sense is also a solution, the annihilation of the physical body is the heaviest blow to a person, and the anger of my dream is gradually calming down in the killing.
Conan looked at him up and down when he heard this, and always felt that my dream now exudes a solemn aura... No, it's not a simple feeling, it's a fact.
"As a human body, shouldn't you save the world and help the needy as your main purpose, why do you seem so brutal. Perhaps out of temptation, Conan watched him say this.
I raised my eyebrows after hearing this, "These guys are still making trouble in the rear when I am fighting desperately, and it is already merciful that I didn't kill them all."
"It seems to me that the more time passes, the less meaningful it becomes to save the world, so I have to do something to solidify my patience.
After listening to his answer, Conan nodded thoughtfully, he was not mistaken, I Dream is a very special human body, which seems to be very advocating violence. However, in this special period, it is often the person who needs this kind of "arbitrariness", as a friend, what he has to do is to help the other party make the right choice.
"As a friend, I must remind you that you are human yourself, and you are controlled by human nature. Too much killing can affect a person's state of mind, and you should be well aware of that. "