That's it, the day ends quickly in such a turbulent time, but that doesn't mean the day is over, in fact, the night is the time when the story breathes at its highest, and during this time, Xingle is in the same false sleep as ever.

I am in prison, so I am not in a hurry to find any flaws, adjust my breathing, let the thoughts in my mind be calm, and then slowly think about the next countermeasures, so as to prepare for the next round.

What did you say? Don't think about it, since the energy suppressor has no effect on yourself, don't think so much, one word: reckless?

Yes, what are you going to do after you are reckless? Can you find a base for Cadmus? Did you catch the Bogavajo? Have you cleared your name of escaping from prison after being caught? Just one word, reckless, there is a fart, and it depends on the time to be useful.

And... Xingle always felt that Bogajou revealed his information to .o, let Henshaw/Youngen catch him, and lock himself up, as if it was not just a problem for Henshaw/Youngen, although Henshaw/Youngen as a Green Martian, has a combat ability that is not inferior to Superman, but this combat ability, like Superman, has a fatal weakness.

So Henshaw/Jon is just an appetizer, and the real 'main course' is yet to come.

And Xingle thinks that I'm afraid that the 'main course' has been hidden in this. O's underground base, even in this detention facility, is waiting for his weakest defenses to give himself an unforgettable surprise.

Xingle likes surprises, but no matter how many surprises there are, this degree must be there, not to mention, this is the surprise that Bogaru intends to give himself, Xingle doesn't have any gentle hopes for this.

At this time, in the underground detention facilities, it also began to be quiet, and the creatures not only needed energy to hunt, but also needed to be mentally rested, and this habit was also applied to the body of the White Martian.

The White Martians howled about three times more than usual, and in this way, the behavior that was already easy to consume their spirit consumed them even more, plus Han Xingle had blocked his ears with earplugs, and he couldn't listen to their howls if he wanted to, which can be said to be bad.

But Xingle doesn't care about this, he cares more about who will be here to perform tonight.

If he could, he hoped that the people who performed the show would have a bit of refined taste.

However, when the lights in the detention facility dimmed, it turned into a dim red light similar to a state of crisis, which did not affect the vision of the closed eyes, but only kept the lighting to a minimum.

In this situation, when all the prisoners were asleep, Xingle always felt that something was wrong, but from the state of false sleep he had been in, opened his eyes, sat up on this unique bench, and looked at the white Martians who were mostly in a deep sleep in the dim red light.

The most humane place of this detention measure is the detention cell, which is an independent cell for one person and one person, although there is no well-known time to let it out, but in this way there will be no intersecting situation of prisoners, no fighting, no quiet conspiracy to escape from prison, efficient, streamlined, and a lot less rioting.

Because of this, after howling for so long in the morning, these White Martians quickly entered a defenseless dream, not feeling the danger they should be aware of at all.

And Xingle is not like them, he knows very well that the most fatal place in this cell is the independent cell, once something suddenly comes in, the existence of this special glass will prevent the prisoners from escaping, and the energy suppressor will also make the prisoners' means of survival extremely weak, and it is very likely that they will be trapped inside the cell.

So at this time, Xingle understands best, and this detention facility will soon be against them, no, it should be said that Xingle is showing his fangs.

Standing up from the only bench, Xingle looked at all the sleeping White Martians present with his eyes, not worried that these White Martians might not be asleep, but wanted to use his own eyes to confirm the state of these White Martians, and always felt that he was here, as if he was a little weird.

At a glance, they are all the same appearance in the bodies of these white Martians, a Mars, which is being wrapped in a thick, and nonexistent white mist on the appearance of the planet, so that Xingle understands that these are extremely orthodox white Martians, and if there is none, but the relatively stable white fog should be a phenomenon that has been suppressed by the energy suppressor for a long time.

But what Xingle is looking for is not these cookie-cutter, there will definitely be, that kind of possible means.

If Bhagaru wants to harm himself in this cell, then he will definitely try his best to deal with these White Martians in some way, and this treatment, at first glance, will not have any side effects, but over time this kind of thing will be exposed.

Xingle wanted to preemptively investigate all the White Martians who might have been unwittingly manipulated by Bogajou, and the stakes were too high to be taken into account.

And soon, among the dozens of white Martians that are the same white fog Mars, Xingle found one of the white Martians, the white fog Mars, which was a little different.

How so? The white fog that envelops Mars in this one is less than that of other white Martians, and I don't know if it's Xingle's illusion, in the Mars surrounded by white fog, Xingle seems to see some kind of symptomatic change similar to albinism on that Mars.

White Martians... Can you still get albinism? Let's just take this as a joke, but Xingle certainly doesn't think it's albinism, but some kind of symptom, similar to... Mental atrophy?

This surprised Xingle, would the White Martian still feel symptoms similar to mental atrophy? Unless... There is something foreign to make him so.

Gu Zhen

Just when Xingle was thinking so, a movement made Xingle feel an imperceptible heartbeat, it was not his own heartbeat, nor the heartbeat of these white Martians, it was something else... Exist.

And now, he appeared in Xingle's cell so unknowingly, standing behind Xingle.

“... Your Excellency has been visiting all night, and I don't know what is important, so I would like to ask you for advice. ”

Xingle didn't know if it was intentional, so he said such a sentence in a pretentious manner, and then the existence behind him, without much nonsense, immediately pounced, Xingle turned around, grabbed the hands that were coming towards him, and then stepped on the other party's body, without letting the other party lean over again, on the contrary, his back was pasted with a special glass behind him.

"This is really a masterpiece, I haven't been in a hurry yet, you are in a hurry first, did I do something? Let you be so irrational next to a group of sleeping White Martians, showing your original form. ”

Xingle resisted the oppressive power of the other party, as well as the fierce red eyes of the other party, and said very inconsequential cool words.

However, looking at the figure in front of him, Xingle may not be able to help laughing out loud if he doesn't say some cool words and adjusts his mentality.

The figure in front of him has a body similar to that of a human, but his body is larger than that of a normal human, wearing a slim all-black suit, with an X-shaped dark red stripe in front of him, and a blue cloak behind him, which looks a little different.

Under the suit, there is a green body, a dark green sturdy body, and the same dark green head, with a head structure somewhat similar to that of an insect, but on this face, it has facial features similar to that of a human face.

And this one, as long as he looks through Xingle's eyes, he can see a Mars in his body, covered by a thick green mist on the surface of the planet, what is the existence, it is already obvious.

The dark green xenomorph strong man in front of him is the last green Martian on Mars - Rong En. Rongz, aka Hank. Henshaw's true body.

And now he has begun to openly attack Xingle, ignoring the white Martians beside him, and directly pressed it.

Xingle glanced at Rong En's wrist and found that there was a tech-enabled watch on his wrist, and Xingle had seen it, it was an anti-energy suppressor that was still in the experimental theory, as the name suggests, it was in an environment with an energy suppressor, using this technology, to ensure that he could also use superpowers.

The reason why it is still in theory is also because the existence of this invention is likely to lead to other things happening, and if there is this, the suppression of superpowered criminals will be less powerful, so not many people want to delve into it.

But the thing that is in the theoretical stage actually appears in front of his eyes like this, which shows that Rong En is really doing everything to force out the truth.

The most damn outrageous thing is that Xingle also knows who the person who made this theoretical thing is, Xingle's adoptive father - Brian. Lefwright.

Dad, you really got into the hands of your son this time.

Xingle was speechless for a moment, and then, seeing Rong En in front of him, he opened his mouth and asked word by word:

"Answer me, are you an indexer? Did you kill the Green Martians? ”

"No, your mother killed her."

Xingle's good temper also has a limit, immediately his eyes lit up red, the EX antibody in his body was directly activated, and the energy suppressor that was originally suppressing the energy in Xingle's body immediately occurred like an overload, and exploded on the ceiling of Xingle's solitary cell, waking up all the White Martians in the detention facility at once.

“！！！”

However, in the next second, an electronic voice sounded:

【mighty-paladin-ex！ 】

"Scene selection!"

【stage-select！ 】

The instant flash of the game field made the eyes of all the White Martians light up, almost blinding their eyes, and at the same time, in the cell where Xingle was, the figures of Xingle and Rongen had disappeared......