After a brief period of chaos, order was finally established on the ladder.

Most of them withdrew.

Almost all of those who remained were android executives.

Wu Yu had smelled ammonia when he first came in, and Lu Wen had to guard against it.

It has to do with this smell, and it's basically related to the explosion.

After stating the pros and cons, only a few media outlets chose to stay and watch what happened next.

"Actually, things have almost developed, and it is estimated that it will end soon."

The crowd stood at the gate.

Some squeezed.

The media guy held up the camera in his hand.

They were speechless in shock by the sight in front of them.

The chasm that separated everyone from the painter was like a hell like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the corpses seemed to be still struggling, and the distorted expressions on their faces were extremely terrifying.

"There's a snake in that pit!" A media person exclaimed.

"No, that's not a snake, that's a ......," an android executive explained, but frowned and checked the database for a long time, but couldn't find the corresponding creature.

Azure's creature database does not contain this snake-like creature.

It shouldn't.

This database claims to contain all living creatures that have appeared since ancient times.

"It was brought back from no man's land, not ordinary no man's land, but those that were contaminated." The painter smiled and sat across from the crowd, far away.

"His teacher is Zero." Lu Wen gave everyone a face.

"Teacher, although my painting is very good, it looks too dead and lifeless, so I found some cute creatures from the no-man's land."

Draw?

The painter called this terrible chasm painting.

"The name of this painting is called Purgatory, so it's some kind of attempt on my part, how about it, is there any artistic beauty?"

"I just feel sick."

Wu Yu was the first to open his mouth to refute.

He did feel sick.

"Alas, people who don't understand art are always like this, with a personal touch to criticize those masterpieces that should be handed down to the world."

The painter's slightly regretful gaze swept over the crowd at the door.

Finally shook his head.

None of these people could understand his art.

Only teachers have such a realm.

"I've made a lot of works of art in this place, but in the end they all became monsters in your mouth, and I wondered, those red and blue beauty, those deformed beauty, that kind of mutilated happiness, did you really not experience it?"

"I think there are still people who can understand it, but the voices of the outside world make them dare not admit their inner thoughts, so the artists are drowned, drowned in the mediocre sea of Zheng"

The painter began to pack his belongings.

Sketchpads, palettes, brushes......

He seems to find it very boring, and it is a complete waste of words to communicate with these people who don't understand art.

An executive officer pulled out a gun from his waist, the muzzle of which was pointed at the painter

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that this place is going to explode in ten minutes, that sounds long, right?" The painter held out a finger and shook it slightly, "But as long as I'm dead, the time before the explosion will be shortened to a second." ”

"Put down the gun, he can be trusted."

The painter is in some ways very similar to Zero, so as not to deceive people on this point.

"Goodbye, everyone."

He smiled slightly, bowed slightly, and performed a more elegant etiquette.

At the end of the main hall behind it, a stone door was flipped over.

The painter was ready to leave.

"Jing Le, Bai Sisi is still waiting for you to take her to the art exhibition!"

This is the first time that Lu Wen has called out the name of a painter.

The name was chosen by himself.

Jing Le paused with his back to the figure of Zhongrao, and he turned to look at Lu Wen.

Very clear blue eyes.

In a trance, Lu Wen felt as if he had seen the familiar street painter again.

"That's one of my favorite paintings, you...... Help me show her around. ”

Very soft voice.

The painter turned around, this time without looking back, and walked into the stone door

……

No man's land.

Zheng of an abandoned city

The engagement of the two snipers is over.

A shot echoed through the empty streets.

Vasily dragged his bursting legs, gritted his teeth, and crawled into some corridor little by little.

He's disgraced now.

The gun in his hand was knocked down by the Nine during a certain encounter.

Then there was no chance to pick it up again.

"Vasily, you have lost the right to resist, you are destined to die here, this is a big stain on your life."

He sat dejectedly by the hallway, still talking to himself.

Nine has been teasing him.

From the beginning, his resistance was futile.

Every time.

He thought he had found a hiding place for Nine, but in the end he only made himself more embarrassed.

It was as if Nine didn't exist at all, and it seemed to be everywhere.

He is the ghost of the city.

Watching from where you can't see, reaping life little by little.

Over and over.

Vasily gave up resistance.

Like a wolf-like wild dog, he fled around the city, just looking for a chance to survive.

Now that I think about it, it's ridiculous.

"What does it feel like to be a hunter for so many years, and now you are a prey."

Suddenly, a voice sounded outside the street.

This was followed by the sound of footsteps from far and near.

"Nine, I failed, but I just missed the opportunity, if I did it all over again, I wouldn't make such a low-level mistake again."

"Yes, but those who were hunted by you don't have a chance to do it again, and you are Sakura"

Lu Wen stood at the entrance of the dilapidated corridor.

The sun shone on him, and his shadow swayed gently among the gravel and gravel of the hallway.

"The next time I meet you, I will take off your head with my own hands and give it to the Sixth District Executive Directorate to hang it at the gate as a warning."

"I'll tell you about it."

Vasily, the fourth generation of this core red, also has data backup.

Although this time he was badly defeated, and all the equipment was left in the no-man's land.

But the wealth he had accumulated over the years was enough for him to have a new body and buy all the equipment he needed again.

"Feel free to come to no man's land to find me, I'm curious that your money is enough for you to resurrect a few times."

Lu Wen smiled faintly, raised his hand and solved this guy with one shot.

……

Mo Wu left

It's already evening.

The members of the Executive Board returned to the city.

The painter didn't lie to them, and in the end it did explode, and the monster factory, along with countless rotten corpses, was buried under the endless sand.

I never saw him again.

"Lu Wen has returned victoriously and uprooted Zero's monster factory outside Mowu City!"

This title is more pertinent.

But Lu Wen's fans were completely boiling.

Many passers-by also expressed their gratitude to Lu Wen, and from then on, they didn't have to worry about the appearance of monsters.

The supporters of the fourth generation of Vasily of Xinhong did not feel good.

So they also started to create topics, which was a bit of an existential blessing

"Vasily is still hunting Nine in no man's land, and he will definitely return with Nine's head!"

……

Good night, book friends!