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In the face of these cultists, he had no interest in extorting confessions by torture.

Looking at Andre, who died with a weird smile on the ground, Li Chuan shook his head and muttered, "You don't count this as faith, just guilt." "

To put it bluntly, this person has a brain disease, he is from the army, and he is very familiar with the other party's eyes and movements, and it is a person suffering from war trauma syndrome.

In the past, Li Chuan saw a lot of such people, most of whom were unorganized mercenaries or war criminals.

These people have shown their disgust with the war by killing many innocent and unarmed people in the war, and they also have a certain degree of guilt for what they have done before.

But Li Chuan knows very well that this kind of emotion is based on the fact that they are strong, which is the same as crocodile tears, and this kind of guilt is no different from cheap sympathy.

This PSTD-like symptom of stress injury is generally difficult to cure.

Especially those guys who are addicted to killing, they can only make a fool of themselves in the end, and it's because they let this guy join the cult.

Li Chuan guessed that those cults were the best at demagoguing these war criminals who had empty hearts and even more empty heads.

The other party's idea is really ridiculous, this ruthless killer thinks that by joining an extremist organization, he can get rid of his previous life and be reborn.

But it turned out that this method would never work, and in the end this Andrei was still a killer like a murderer, and there was no difference compared to before.

Anyway, Li Chuan despised this kind of stupid act of self-deception and self-anesthesia.

He also experienced war, and he also left an unhealable wound in his heart, but he did not escape, which is the most important thing.

But what kind of organization is this Twilight Wings?

During his mission, Li Chuan had dealings with many extremist terrorist organizations.

Among them, his old opponent Blood Shadow is the best in the terrorist organization, but he has no impression of this Twilight Wing.

Is it a new organization? After racking his brain for a while, he still didn't have any information.

If this was not a new organization, Li Chuan would have to look up to the other party just because of the other party's superb intelligence blockade ability, at least these people were not pure madmen, but crazy people with great ambitions.

Li Chuan thought as he bent down and picked up the pistol that Andre threw on the ground.

The gun is good, but such a weapon alone can't hurt him, thinking of this, Li Chuan glanced thoughtfully at the wound on his right arm.

Andrei's previous decisive shot was not completely useless, and the toothpick-like wound on his arm still hadn't healed.

Although because of qi and blood, his blood was coagulated like mercury, and all the blood in the wound was condensed there and did not flow out, but generally speaking, with the help of alchemy, such a wound should recover in minutes.

He could feel that there was something special in the wound that was preventing it from healing.

Thinking of this, Li Chuan's body shook, and a vague thought came to the wound.

Faint thoughts suddenly became active under his drive, as if light filled the room, and the power of the eruption of artistic conception squeezed out everything that did not belong to him from the wound.

Then, Li Chuan was surprised

Now some black fluid is coming out of the wound.

Seeing this very scary scene, he showed a puzzled expression, this bullet is poisonous? What kind of poison is domineering here?

As soon as the black liquid fell to the floor, it immediately emitted a scorching white gas, burning the ground into holes one after another.

This guy's bullets seem to be more than just expensive, Li Chuan slapped his palm, and suddenly removed the magazine of the pistol, and was just about to touch those bullets but suddenly aimed at Andre's hands.

This guy is wearing gloves...... Li Chuan said that he didn't dare to touch the bullet now.

When fighting, his spirit was in a state of high concentration, and the qi and blood in his body were also in the most active state, so he could control those black venoms for the first time.

If Li Chuan is poisoned without any precautions now, then there will be a big trouble.

A lot of artistic conception power has been wasted just now, and Li Chuan is reluctant to squander this life-saving energy.

This thing is the product of a mixture of spiritual will and qi and blood, and he can't recover much in the Heavenly Prison in a short period of time, so he is extremely careful when using it.

In the end, Li Chuan found a plastic bag and carefully stored the magazine.

He then began to search the group's clothing, but as he expected, there was nothing to prove their identity, let alone a clue to the Twilight Wings.

Li Chuan finally just picked up Andre's mobile phone and looked at it.

The deletion is really clean, this must be the kind of goods, he estimates that this person has cleaned up all the external communication tools long before he came, which is also too careful, it is obsessive-compulsive.

Li Chuan wondered if this guy had done any special forces, and it looked like some kind of tactical squad.

As for the white smoke thermal sensor in Andrei's hand, he just glanced at it, and then looked away.

The high-tech content of this thing is really not low, it seems to be bound to the life information of the holder, once Andrei's heart stops, this instrument will immediately self-destruct.

This kind of extreme technical secrecy has only been seen in laboratories invested by a few military powers in Li Chuan's memory.

So this Wings of Twilight is either a puppet posed by those powerful countries, or a typical cross-over organization like the Blood Underworld, because there is no clue to the manufacturer on the instrument.

Therefore, Li Chuan did not waste time on the scrapped human thermal sensor, but focused on the bullet in his hand.

He can't see anything about this thing, and he must find Chen Xin to analyze it in the laboratory before he can come to a conclusion.

Nandu finally stopped making a fuss, but a twilight wing appeared, thinking of this, Li Chuan could only sigh that this was really an eventful time.

Thinking about it this way, this Nandu has really become a place of what is wrong, yesterday Tao Xiaogu called him and said that the broken empty chain had indeed gone back.

Li Chuan had a feeling that the return of the broken empty chain must have realized something.

Maybe Tao Xiaogu is being spied on by someone, which makes the broken empty chain have a sense of crisis.

It's not that Li Chuan likes to think nonsense, it's really that the bloodline of the sky is too rare.

This is like an ordinary citizen raising a giant panda at home, which will definitely attract countless rights and wrongs.

Now the southern city is really lively.

Li Chuan clenched his fists, glanced at the wound that had become less obvious, and thought viciously, let's kill one Lao Tzu.