Chapter 63 [039] Brain Killing

Chapter 63 [039] Brain Killing

Chapter 63 [039] Brain Killing

A madman's thoughts cannot be speculated by common sense. Qin Jiandan thought that Donald would shoot the marbles to save himself, but he still aimed at the corrosive liquid under Qin Jiandan's feet and fired!

“Swish——” “Boom!”

With two explosions, the corrosive liquid was detonated by the bullets, exploding into a large ball of green poisonous mist. Donald's chest was also hit by a red marble, and the phlogiston explosive inside instantly ignited into a fireball!
“Gahhahaha—Gahhahaha—”

Donald's upper body was charred, and he fell backwards in the shooting posture, with a horrible smile finally frozen on his twisted face.

Qin Jiandan's crisis has not been resolved. Although the high heat generated by the exploding red beads swallowed up the three test tubes that Donald had not thrown away, causing the corrosive liquid to denature prematurely and fail to atomize, the surrounding air is already highly toxic...

Thanks to the rain, the corrosive liquid remaining on the body is no longer a problem. However, he will have to stop the Steel Armor Breathing Technique soon, as he will inevitably inhale the surrounding poisonous gas!
The vision is unclear in the green fog, and the most important thing at this time is to judge the wind direction! If you run in the wrong direction, you will be poisoned to death! The rain line is hitting my chest, so I just need to keep moving forward and run behind Donald's body...

Suddenly, a huge impact came from behind. Qin Jiandan, who had not yet stopped the Steel Armor Breathing Technique, was pushed by the huge force behind him. In the blink of an eye, he passed through the poisonous fog, passed Donald's body and came to a safe area!
With the squeaking sound of tires gripping the ground, the huge force behind him disappeared, and Qin Jiandan staggered and rushed forward a few steps. After he released the Steel Armor Breathing Technique, he took a few deep breaths.

Looking back, I saw that the source of the huge force behind me was indeed the van driven by Kazama.

So you hit me with your foot on the gas! The situation is critical and the poison gas will hurt you, I understand, but you should at least warn me! What if I get run over by your wheels?
The loli driver sat in the driver's seat. Although she had experienced a thrilling battle, her expression was as if she had watched a boring movie:

"Master, you won't punish me for hitting you with my car, right? The van's defense mode can't completely isolate the poison gas. If I die, I won't be able to see Team Leader Xiao Xia's humiliation."

Why is it that as the staff officer of the Falling Cherry Group, your biggest spiritual support is to see the team leader embarrassed! This explains why you showed up at the Night Dragon Club headquarters with Xiao Xia...

Qin Jiandan calmed his breathing. Only fragments of his black short-sleeved tights were left after being damaged by the corrosive liquid. He simply tore them off completely, exposing his muscular upper body and letting the acid rain wash them.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the collector lying on his back not far in front of the forklift, his posture twisted, his consciousness unclear, and his voice intermittent:

"I want to die... No, I can't die... I want to live... Ahem... I want to live forever..."

Qin Jiandan pointed to the location of the Collector with his hand: "Kazama, I have to go make sure the Sheriff's father is safe. The Collector is no longer a threat, you can run him over with your car."

Feng Jian looked forward and said innocently, "Young Master, why did you instigate Loli to kill someone?"

Qin Jiandan: "Didn't you say you're not a loli? There are no laws in the outer city, and trash like the collector can be killed by anyone! Not to mention the loli, even the paramecium should be killed!"

Feng Jian replied: "I understand. But young master, you used the paramecium to describe the weakness of loli, don't blame me for contacting the Loli Rights Organization in Huanshi City and punching you on the Internet."

Qin Jiandan ignored Fengjian. He bypassed the green poisonous fog and ran back along the road.

Where did the "Lolita Power" organization come from in Huanshi City? You can't access the company network normally in the outer city. If you post online illegally, you will be shot directly if you are caught by the company!
On the contrary, the Night Dragon Society is protecting the loli! Last night, I just saved Little Red Riding Hood who was attacked by a pervert, and (passively) fed her a bag of fried chicken takeout, so the Night Dragon Society is the real "loli power" organization! Fengjian, you dare to punch the young master of the Night Dragon Society? Who is this man in the hall, and you actually sued me?
After Qin Jiandan left, Feng monitored the collector through the front windshield and turned on the car's CD player.

Completely inconsistent with the young appearance of Feng Jian, harsh English heavy metal rock music rang out in the car. Words such as "hell", "demon", "death" and "sacrifice" kept rolling, and the singer seemed to be shouting his heart out.

Feng Jian showed a more relaxed expression, holding the steering wheel with both hands, his little head swaying slightly with the beat, and the slightly longer hair on his left temple also jumped. Under the noisy music, a man suddenly stood in front of the collector. It was Donald, the leader of the clown group who had just been killed by Qin Jiandan!

From the rearview mirror, Fengjian saw Donald’s charred body still lying in the back. Where did the Donald in front of him come from?
Donald's face was painted white, his right eye was intact, and there was no trace of battle on his body. In his right hand, he held a long-barreled pistol with a special shape and a strong sense of technology.

A rare hint of worry appeared in Fengjian's deep silver pupils, and she was ready to step on the accelerator at any time.

"Donald" completely ignored Fengjian. He squatted beside the collector and pressed the long-barreled pistol against the latter's forehead.

"I won't die... This is just a dream... Once I enter the company..."

Amid the collector's gibberish, amid the roaring lyrics of "hell" and "devil", the man pulled the trigger!

A special bullet shot into the skull and unfolded its rotors. The Collector's eyes widened to the point of almost bursting, and his brain was crushed into pieces with a "crunching" noise!

The man no longer paid attention to the useless body of the collector, and he turned and left. Fengjian turned off the car CD player, and she could hear the sound of raindrops hitting the raincoat from the man.

But "Donald" was not wearing a raincoat at all, and his clown costume was not soaked by the acid rain at all.

"Optical camouflage combat suit?" Fengjian said to herself. She had read information about this high-tech combat suit.

"It looks a bit like a transparent raincoat, but not only can it be invisible at any time, it can also disguise itself as other objects or other people... It seems that the young master's actions have been watched by this guy."

A man in optical camouflage combat clothing walked to an abandoned battery factory far away from the road, with a broken plastic sheet above his head to keep out the rain.

He placed two fingers of his right hand on the side of his ear to stabilize the head-mounted police walkie-talkie, which was equipment only for high-ranking city police officers.

"Mu Yue, it's me. Now that your walkie-talkie has returned to normal, you should have some questions for me, right?"

Mu Yue was in the back seat of the collector's luxury car. She picked up the walkie-talkie that was reconnected to the network:

"Uncle...Chief of Police, do you already know everything about the collector?"

"I know," the police chief admitted. "The Collector has a lot of influence in the family. Tonight is a golden opportunity to get rid of him. I'm sorry for using you as bait."

"..."Mu Yue fell into silence for a while.

The Chief of Police continued, "I just used the Rotor Brain Crusher to completely destroy the Collector's brain, so even the company can't revive him. Your hands are clean, so I will bear the sin of killing my own relatives."

(End of this chapter)