Having said that, in the face of a devil of Satan's level, even Zhang Luo had a feeling that he was at a loss to start, and immediately contacted Frankenstein in the eyes of the executioner and asked:

"Is there a solution to Satan?"

"Satan is too strong for me to do." The other party's answer was quick, and then he added: "But a certain 'person' may be able to." ”

"Who? Can you get him to come over for a moment? Zhang Luo immediately sent a message: "The situation is almost out of control." ”

As the saying goes, defeat is like a mountain, and even though the corroded Yazlar is still struggling, he is completely unable to resist Satan's control, and the light on his whole body quickly dims.

At this rate, it won't take more than five minutes for her to be completely assimilated by her dark side, and at that point, the situation will be completely irreparable!

"I'll take him out, you delay for a moment." Frankenstein replied immediately.

"Bring it out? Where the hell is that guy? Zhang Luo asked curiously.

"Underground vault." Frankenstein sent a message and cut off the call.

"Okay......" Looking at the remaining piece of information in front of him, Zhang Luo took a deep breath, opened the storage space and took out a simple suitcase, his eyes seemed to light up with a scarlet light.

"What is this? What are you doing? The bed next to him asked.

"It's a Soviet-made suitcase nuclear bomb, and I need to delay for a while." Zhang Luo said.

……

At the same time, Berlin, the capital of Germany, thousands of miles away from the taiga of Eastern Siberia, welcomed an extraordinary visitor.

The girl in a plain white dress appeared in a closed metal secret room, the yellow light above her head reflected the incomparably solid silver metal wall, and the four twenty-millimeter six-barreled cannons installed in the four corners of the room quickly aimed at the girl's thin body from the front, back, left and right.

It was not the usual M134 six-barreled aviation machine gun, but something removed from the "Phalanx" close defense guns on naval warships. If a human being is hit by a bullet from this machine cannon, it will not be as simple as being swept into a sieve, but will be directly blasted to the ground!

Thirty meters thick of concrete and special metal walls that will not deform even under a nuclear attack, and a powerful jammer installed in the center of the room can block any spatial device except the teleporter at the doorway.

For heretical creatures that don't die under cannon bombardment. There are also poison gas injection devices, super microwave exorcism systems and gamma ray generators. All in all, unless it is a god-level heretical creature that can control the realm, other monsters will inevitably end up dying if they want to break through here!

“……”

Looking around in silence, Frankenstein shook his long jet-black hair, his wandering gaze brushing over the inscription "Executioner Protection System" inscribed on the wall in front of him. She stood there and waited for two seconds, then she heard a kind female voice overhead:

"Welcome to the Monster Administration Pantry, identify yourself in a minute. Otherwise, we will remove you, thank you for your cooperation. ”

Hearing this, Frankenstein stood in front of the LCD screen on his right, stretched out his right hand to the camera above, and made a scissor hand motion with an expressionless face, holding it for about three seconds, the yellow light above his head finally turned green, and the floor of the steel chamber began to shake slightly.

"Identification. Mr. Frankenstein. ”

With this sound, the secret chamber, which was already underground, began to descend rapidly. It turned into a dangerous elevator and descended hundreds of meters underground before finally coming to a slow stop.

"Welcome to the Executioner's Underground Storage, Mr. Frankenstein." The kind female voice reminded.

"It's not sir." Frankenstein shook his head expressionlessly, watching the door in front of the steel chamber slowly open, and then came into view. It is a steel fortress with a sense of oppression.

-- The Executioner's Underground Storage, located nearly a kilometer deep underground in Berlin, is heavily guarded and is personally guarded by the top of the Executioner's organization. In addition to the protection at the entrance, the interior is also covered with various alarms and killing devices. Coupled with the outer space protection wall, it is not easy for even a god-level monster to break in.

The storage room belonging to the Executioners Organization is not an ordinary weapon, and in fact, even monsters belonging to the Executioners Organization are not allowed to store ordinary equipment here.

The only weapons that can enter here are those judged by the Executioners to be extremely dangerous enough to threaten the existence of the world. Of course, in addition to weapons, there are also some other "things" that are also forcibly stored here. Like what......

The girl in white walked briskly through the empty black iron corridor, stood still in front of a black door on the innermost, stared at the red text of "dangerous goods" on the door, and pressed her little hand on the screen next to the door.

"Identity checked, Mr. Frankenstein, please explain your purpose." The kind female voice sounded again.

"I'm going to take him away for an hour or so." Frankenstein said.

"Accept the request."

The black metal door opened upwards, and the girl in white strode into the room, which was similar to the elevator just now, it was also a well-guarded secret room, except for the full house of monitors and automatic defense equipment, there was only a dark brown metal bottle leaning against the wall.

The slender canister was two meters tall and looked like an oxygen cylinder in a factory warehouse, but unlike ordinary oxygen cylinders, it had a small cylindrical horn mounted on its shell, which looked unusually cute......

"I'm coming." Frankenstein walked up to the jar and waved weakly.

"Oh, it's little Fran, welcome, welcome." An excited male voice came from the loudspeaker installed on the jar: "How many years have we not seen each other?" Seems like fifty years, right? At that time, the equipment of this hotel was still very bad. ”

"This is not a hotel." Frankenstein shook his head, then immediately got straight to the point: "I need help." ”

"What? I've retired. The jar's reply was quick: "After all, it's ...... old."

"Neither of you are here, and I'm the only one left to support the research group, and I'm tired." Frankenstein, who has always had no emotion at all, complained rarely.

"I'm sorry about that." The jar said sorry, but there was no apology in his tone: "I remembered the days when the three of us just founded the 'Strange Talk Research Association', and that kid didn't do it anymore?" ”

"He now lives in New York and sells his kidneys for a living." The girl in white said coldly.

"Haha, it's really in his style." The jar laughed.

――If Zhang Luo, who was very curious, was present, he would definitely start asking questions immediately, because this jar was obviously one of the three founders of the Strange Talk Research Society, and it was probably the strongest existence among the three!

As a heretical creature whose own existence threatens the safety of the world, this strange creature has been kept in the executioner's underground storage cell, and he himself is happy to be free.

And now, this guy, who has been resting for more than fifty years, has finally accepted the commission of the "old man" again.

"I want you to help me get rid of Satan's doppelganger." Frankenstein said.

"Oh, yes, it's time for me to move my muscles...... "The voice from the speaker seemed to be in good spirits, "Take me there." ”

Hearing this, Frankenstein stood in front of the can, reached out and picked up the metal can, which weighed five hundred kilograms, carried it lightly on his slender shoulder, turned around, and walked briskly towards the outside of the storeroom. (To be continued.) )