Chapter 2: The Sorrow of Sorrow

On the border of the East China Sea, a fierce confrontation is being staged on an island here at this time, and a soldier behind the rock is holding a walkie-talkie to make an emergency call, his forehead is already bleeding, but he can't bother to wipe it, "Support, support, the opponent's firepower is too fierce, and the weapons used are completely unclear!" ”

"How many people are on the other side?"

"I don't know, it seems like two, no, three, and a little girl!" The man was already badly wounded in the shoulder at this time, his flesh was blurred, and his other hand was still shooting at the opposite side with a pistol, but he himself did not know where the bullets hit in the night.

"Hey, hey, the last one?" The man had just hidden his body behind the rock, and a man in a white coat suddenly appeared in front of him, this sudden change obviously made him unable to adapt, and when he reacted, he wanted to raise his gun to shoot, but his hand had just been raised, and the man in the white coat just had a finger stroke, and his arm was cut off.

"Ah!!h The man suddenly lost his arm, and let out a miserable cry, cold sweat ran down his forehead, and the man in the white coat in front of him looked at him thoughtfully, "Huh? I'm a doctor, your arm is rotten, amputation is what I do best, huh? Are you not satisfied with my surgery? How can it! How can you be dissatisfied with my surgery!! The man in the white coat doctor's uniform suddenly went crazy nervously, screaming and waving his hands wildly, and the man who lost one of his arms began to let out a scream, and he didn't see what kind of weapon the man in front of him used, just waved his fingers wildly. His body was cut off piece by piece. Until the throat is cut off. He could no longer scream, and his corpse was still being cut, disintegrated, and slowly reduced to minced flesh.

"You should be satisfied this time!" The man in the white coat asked the minced meat on the ground, "Look, you must be satisfied, you don't refute me." Isn't it, hahaha, I'm the most famous doctor, remember to be obedient next time, don't give me red envelopes, I hate bribery the most, I have medical ethics! The man in the white coat screamed at the ground nervously, as if he was still unsatisfied.

On the stone cliff in the distance, the waves crashed one by one, and a man stood there. The whole body is hidden inside the monk's robe, and the hands are folded. More like an abusive prayer person, next to him, stood a little girl, about 7 years old, white skin, short brown wavy hair, dressed in fashion, lake blue eyes are exceptionally bright, but at the moment it seems to have lost its original vitality, more like a Japanese doll placed in the store.

"Tell me about your analysis." The man in the monk's robe was hidden in the monk's robe, and the words he spoke were in Hindi, but the little girl could fully understand, "The team from the north is the closest troop that can be mobilized by them, calculated at 140km/h, they can arrive within ten minutes, the best place to go is the west, where the population is relatively dense, and gangsters fight from time to time, as long as you modify it a little, you can completely conceal the past, in addition, the props exchanged by the apostle this time can also be used, as long as the other party feels deterred, Causing panic, the goal can be achieved, excessive killing is easy to expose us, so that if you want to profit from it, you will sacrifice the basics, politicians have opened up many internal relationships through the organization, as long as a little increase in the balance of strength, they will not attack themselves. The little girl's analysis is full of words, not at all like a 7-year-old girl, but there is no emotion in her words, more like a puppet being pulled.

"What's going on with a few of them lately?" The man in the monk's robe walked forward first, and with each step, the girl behind him followed the previous step, and the rhythm and frequency were surprisingly synchronous, "The madman likes to find some women more often than not, and kill them after he is happy, he likes to listen to the screams of women before they die, especially the panic generated by those women before death, which allows him to produce a rare pleasure and satisfaction, he is not very interested in the task of the organization, as long as he can kill people, kill more people, he is satisfied, for you, It's not loyal, I often scold you in my heart for being six impure bald donkeys, doctor, the mentality has slowly tended to be unstable, for the assignment of this task, it is exactly the same as a madman, if it comes to killing, the cooperation of these two people can be seamless, but their means are too easy to expose their whereabouts, but in the real world, it will not cause much attention, on the contrary, it can also cause a certain amount of panic, causing relatively great pressure on the other government. At this point, the two of them were already walking a little faster, and the doctor in the white coat over there walked over to them with a walkie-talkie in his hand, and when he got closer, he threw it away, and a parabola crossed the night sky and fell into the hands of the man in the monk's robe.

"It's time to go, where did the madman go?" Hindi came out again under the monk's robe, but it did not affect the conversation between them, and their language had already been agreed in the apostle space, "I don't know how to do it, I won't go to find a patient for me anyway, I can't cure the person he kills every time, this is a shame in the medical community, it's unbearable!" The man in the white coat said this, already gritting his teeth.

"Thirty percent of him wants to kill the madman, twenty-five percent of him is dissatisfied with you, and forty-five percent feels helpless and frustrated." The little girl next to her was still talking like a machine, ignoring the doctor next to her, who was already about to go berserk.

"I hate mind reading, I'm going to dissect her brain, I'm going to see how her brain cells are made." The doctor couldn't help but reach out and grab the little girl behind her, but the little girl was still staring blankly ahead, without any expression at all.

"Sixty-five percent of your heart wants to kill me, another twenty percent wants me to shut up forever, and another 15 percent wants to kill me and heal." The little girl was still calmly talking like a machine reporting data, as if she couldn't see everything in front of her.

"Ahh The doctor had completely fallen into madness, holding his head with both hands, and beating his hands indiscriminately as if he wanted to break his brain, "I'm not a good doctor, woo, I'm not a good doctor, I'm obviously very virtuous, for what, for what, for what to fire me, for what, I didn't take bribes at all, I didn't!" It's you who are dirty! The doctor went berserk again, apparently he was terminally ill, and after blaming himself, he stretched out his hands again and screamed and grabbed the little girl's body, but before he could touch the other party, he was stopped by the man in the monk's robe.

"That's enough, don't forget she's my contractor." The monk-robed man's tone also seemed to be a little angry, and the doctor, although he was a little indignant, only snorted coldly and gave up the action of continuing to attack the little girl.

"The other party's organization is coming." The man under the monk's robe said in a low voice, although his voice was a little hoarse, but his age was estimated to be no more than twenty-five years old, but his appearance was completely hidden in the monk's robe, and he couldn't see clearly.

"Hey, hey. Want to kill? The doctor seemed to have returned to normal in an instant, completely devoid of the almost crazy form just now, but the corners of his mouth were throbbing upwards on his hazy face, and it was really difficult for a normal person to make such a difficult action.

"There's no need, just take the walkie-talkie, it's enough to deter, there's no need to add to it." The man under the monk's robe continued, and then the wide robe shook, and the ground began to slowly gather sand, and the sand slowly rotated, hiding the three people completely in it, like a small tornado, moving on the ground for a while, and everywhere it passed, all were buried by a desert, and the dismembered bodies were all buried in the sand, and after a while, the small tornado disappeared completely, and the seaside was calm again, and the silent harbor under the night was as if nothing had happened.

Before the little girl left, a tear flowed from her eyes, but there was still no expression on her face, if there was someone here who had watched the Conan anime, she would definitely shout in surprise, it was Gray Plains, but why did he appear here, and there is no way to know.

In the space of the priest, there is still a black breath of darkness, the priest is wearing a purple-gold robe and sitting on the golden armchair, dragging a ball of air flow on his left hand, round and tumbling, in the air flow seems to be a naked woman is constantly forming, this seems to be a person's purified soul, below the priest, are five semi-physical apostles, they are respectfully on standby at the moment, waiting for the priest to arrange the task, before the other party has not spoken, none of them dare to look up, even the crazy Hayassis, here at the moment, does not have that invincible arrogance.

"Ten days later, the national war in the Asian region, Seramoti, you will be responsible for the first great purge!" The priest was silent for a while, and then finally spoke, and without waiting for any recovery, with a wave of his arm, all the apostles below had disappeared.

Only the priest was left sitting on top of the space, and after the huge clock compass in front of him flashed a piece of light, it fell into silence again, and the black mist slowly rose, completely blocking the entire space, and it became pitch black after the last day. (To be continued......)