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Behind the man of the Torture Department the monster roared wildly, its angry claws tearing open the sky, where there was blood and fire, filth and darkness.

In front of the man was clean white, quiet and neat, like a picture scroll, and there were people sitting there in the picture scroll.

One step apart, one day at a time.

Standing on the dividing line between heaven and earth, this man watched the man sitting on the throne lazily change into a more comfortable position, and then narrowed his Danfeng eyes, and asked unhurriedly:

"Are you willing to give everything to survive?"

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Kira is a little dazed now, and it's been about half an hour since he was caught by Zero.

In this long period of time, Kira has gone from despair and fear at the beginning to his current dazed and complicated, and the ups and downs of his mood are like a parabola, which makes him himself a little inexplicable.

Accustomed to seeing the appearance of monsters killing people, Kira originally thought that he would die, and he thought about the neighbors who were pinched into scum by the monster in his hands, and closed his eyes and thought about the bleak end he was about to face.

Kira originally wanted to be like in a novel, when he was dying, he shouted 'Lao Tzu is still a good man after eighteen years', 'People are inherently dead, or lighter than a feather, or heavier than Mount Tai', but when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't say anything, he trembled twice, and even peed his pants, and he was so nervous that he wanted to vomit.

But the expected death did not come, Kira saw the big monster more than three meters high, and pinched himself in the palm of his hand, but he didn't know what he had in mind, just not to kill him.

He was carried in his hands, and in an instant he killed several more people. Kira is flung around like a fluttering rag doll, and the whole world is turned over and over again, like an abstract painting with extremely distorted colors and light.

Vaguely, he seemed to see several men in dark blue criminal uniforms blocking the intersection, but they were quickly sent out again......

Kira was dizzy, and his mouth was about to spit out his gallbladder, so sad that he couldn't do it. Then, he heard a voice crying out in panic and despair: "Whoever will save me, who will save me, I am willing to give everything, please, come and save me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die......", Kira tried to open his eyes, the cold wind and snow blew on his face, whistling past his ears, the steel monster held him as if he was picking a stick, his vision was full of tears, but he finally saw something.

Here's what the view looks like:

A superintendent of the Criminal Affairs Department was half-kneeling in the corner, despair and tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes, but the astonishment was already engraved on his face.

In front of him was a soft-looking man, the man's body was slender and handsome, wearing graceful and luxurious pure white shoes and hats, smiling lazily and slackly in the white wind and snow. The way he appeared was so abrupt that it didn't fit in with the environment, like the purity that bloomed in the filthy land, the lamp lit in the dark sleep.

"Are you willing to give everything to survive?"

The man said with a smile like this, and with his temperament and the environment under his feet, it actually gave people a sense of tranquility that had been lazy and soft for a long time.

Kira was thinking about such a thing, and there were tears on his immature face that had not been dried, and he looked at the other party's snow-white white fur and the messy and smooth hair that spread out in the air, and felt that the person was really good-looking.

But the steel monster standing against a backdrop of dirt, blood, and fire had lost its patience, and he roared in annoyance, his thick tail glittering with a cold steel light breaking through the air and stabbing at the superintendent of the Criminal Services Department who had been chasing him closely.

Zero's tail came out of his belly, and with a flick of it, he flew out.

A man dressed in white stepped down from the throne and hugged the superintendent of the Criminal Affairs Department, who had fallen from the sky. This man ran for his life for a long time, and his body was not clean. He was impaled in the abdomen by the monster and thrown into the sky, and he was covered in blood, and he looked extremely dirty, like a clown who had fallen into a dye vat.

But the man in the white and pure picture was very natural to hug the figure that fell from the sky, the snow-white fur was wantonly dyed into a variety of colors by blood and soil, and the man with a soft and beautiful face held the face of the person in the torture department with a sad face.

"Even so, are you willing to give everything in exchange for survival?"

The slender man was half-crouching, face down close to the other dirty cheek, and the other's blood mixed with dirt flowed down between his snow-white fingers and meandered to his forearm like a small red snake crawling on the snow.

The man's purity and cleanliness were reflected in the eyes of the man in the Criminal Enforcement Department, his smile was poison, and the man in the Criminal Enforcement Department looked at every inch of the person's skin and every pore greedily.

Strange emotions roared in the chest, almost making people want to leave the world behind and forget everything.

But the roar of the monster behind it had already crossed the corner of the alley, and it walked in from outside the dark and dirty alleyway, and its huge steel claws like three-legged black stepped on the snow-white pure earth, kicking up large clouds of white snow and black-brown dirt.

The sound of its tail breaking through the air penetrated into the ear hole again, and this time the monster targeted the man in white, his back to the steel monster, his back warm and lonely. The man put his arm around the man from the Torture Department, and his voice came again stubbornly:

"Even so, are you willing to give a switch to survive?"

"Yes, I do!"

Almost at the moment when the monster's steel tail was about to pierce the back of Griffith's head, the man from the torture department shouted such words, as if he had lost his mind, and simply hoped that Griffith, who was dressed in white, would not be harmed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the monster's sharp tail pierced it, and the heavy, indestructible sound of breaking through the air pierced the wind and snow, piercing the back of Griffith's head.

The wind and snow were noisy in the alley, and the wind from the high movement of the tail piece caused the snow flakes to automatically form a cylindrical passage around the monster's tail. Zero's tail resembles a number of camouflaged chainsaws, with different blades spinning and piercing a half-meter-diameter log with a single blow.

This murder weapon in the world should have exploded in power after accelerating, rotating, and accumulating, but the truth is exactly the opposite.

The tail had been accelerated by a force, but it seemed to hit a 100-meter-thick steel wall, and it came to an abrupt stop only a centimeter away from Griffith's skull. It stopped so abruptly that the whole tail roared like an overload, the blades of steel on the tail spun hard, and the chainsaw rumbled and white smoke flew everywhere. ……

And what stopped the tail were two slender fingers that were as tender as white onions.

The fingers were limp around the tail of the monster, as if holding something lighter than a feather.

The owner of the hand was looking intently at the man in his arms with his head down, the corners of his mouth curling with a smile, in fact, in the phrase "Yes, I do!" When the voice sounded, the man's expression was drawn like this.

At this moment, a lot of impact and information were quietly exploded in the electric alley. So much so that the emotions of Kira and the men in the criminal department changed from fear at the beginning, all the way to the stunned and confused now.

The young man in a white coat grabbed the monster's tail with two fingers, and Wan Jun's great force was as weak as flowing water between his fingers. The man seemed quite satisfied with the answer of the man from the Criminal Division, and his expression softened.

The invincible monster leaped over with a few rumbling steps, covered in steel, and its huge weight made him walk like a tank.

The giant three-clawed palm was raised, and the sharp blade screamed in the wind and snow, and it swung out violently, and the sound of Griffith's hair hunting in the wind of the huge palm wind became more and more supple.

Huge shadows poured in, like a battering ram-sized iron rod hitting the man's watermelon-sized face with a huge sound, and the sound of the battering ram and watermelon crashing sounded, and the aftermath of the shock formed ripples in the air, stirring the chaotic snow.

Griffith tilted his head and scratched his cheek with his fingers. The magnified steel palm of the zero hand rests on the right side of his face, almost obscuring the entire head when viewed from the side. He was suddenly attacked by Zero Rear just now, but it was like being bitten by a mosquito, and the damage caused afterwards was nothing more than making him scratch his cheek with his fingers.

In fact, Zero's steel giant palm, which had the power of all cylinders, struck Griffith on the cheek. It stands to reason that a thin young man like Griffith, who was hit head-on by the completely liberated little demon Zero, did not turn into blood on the spot, and should vomit blood and fly out of ten or twenty meters to conform to the laws of physics.

But the truth is that Griffith has his back to Zero, and Zero's palm hits the side of his face with all his might, making a loud sound of metal hitting metal, and there is no more.

Griffith was motionless to bear the force of the rage, but his soft hair leaned back violently in the wind, and even the expression on his face did not change in the slightest.

The big demon brushed the giant palm spread on his face with his hand expressionlessly, and the steel giant palm was like a hollow toy made of foam, which was lightly brushed away, and the 'bell' fell to the ground, smashing a piece of snowflake and dirt.

"Didn't your mother teach you that children should be quiet when adults talk.?"

Griffith, dressed in white and stained with blood, said this, and he placed the man from the torture department on the ground, and finally turned around.