West Faraleaf Oaks, a two-storey luxury cottage.

The bright midday sun shone a gloomy face through the window, and the technician took the phone and reported in a sad tone,

"I'm sorry, Major Rip, the first generation of Toad Men, the second generation of Chameleons, and the Cicero Researcher in the underground base have all turned into corpses, and our forces in Faraille are almost completely wiped out. The enemy invaded too fast to come to the rescue. ”

"Most of the experimental equipment and materials were burned... The scene is littered with bullet holes and blast marks, and it must be a human force with superpowers and powerful firepower to snatch the nocturnal species of the prototype, and it looks like they have got their wish. ”

"I will find out the real culprit as soon as possible and snatch the prototype back, well, I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation within a month!"

The technician hung up the phone, gritted his teeth and stared at the oak tree outside the window, his pale and puffy face tired and angry.

It had been an eventful year, and more than a month ago he had received inside information that another research unit of the Stargate Jedi Project in Indiana had been devastated by the Sulentes, losing an important research subject.

Who would have thought that now bad luck from the sky would actually fall on their heads.

"Fako, which son of a bitch did it! Can't you wait a few years for me to retire before you do it? ”

The technician punched the wall hard, and the slack palms of his hands were flushed with red, and the experience of these years flashed through his mind.

After crawling out of the hell of North Korea and Vietnam, he relied on the appreciation of the military leadership for an easy job, leading several small units that specialized in hunting ordinary people with no money and no background, and feeding the mutants in the underground bases.

He enjoyed it.

He committed enough sins on the battlefield to go to hell ten times after death, and he didn't mind adding a little more to soothe his war-torn heart.

He likes nothing more than to put a gun to a young girl's head and make her kneel in front of her boyfriend in despair and "sing." ”

In spite of his evil deeds, he lived a comfortable life.

After three years of retirement, you will be able to receive a generous pension and start your journey around the world.

Who would have thought that something would happen at this juncture?

"The base is gone, and if the endgame is not cleaned up this time, there is a high probability that it will be assigned to a secret department with a very high mortality rate."

The technician thought worriedly, his bloodshot eyes rolling, and he suddenly remembered that they had just captured six captives and thrown them into the underground base last night.

However, two of the women were not found among the dead.

"Did the intruders save them? Does he have a relationship with a woman? ”

The technician immediately shouted downstairs, "Erwan! Send me the background information of the meat ticket tied up last night! ”

"Are you deaf, Elwan!"

"Benki? Benji? Your mother messed with Falk and couldn't understand people?! ”

After a long time of no reply, the thunderous technician ran down the stairs, just halfway through the run.

A ticking sound sounded in his ears, and a familiar pungent smell surged through his nose.

The thirty-two brothers lay silently on the sofa, on the carpet, and on the chairs in the dining room, and drops of bright red slipped down their eyes, noses, ears, and necks, and dripped to the ground, merging into pools of blood that stinged their eyeballs.

There was a lingering fascination on his pale faces, as if he had seen something incredible before he died.

"Shet! It's over! ”

The last thought came to the technician's mind, and he decisively pulled out the pistol from his waist and aimed it at his head, without waiting for him to pull the trigger.

An invisible force flew the pistol, and he suddenly rose up from the stairs and flew to the ceiling, his back pressed against the ceiling, his face to the ground and his hands straight apart, his feet close together, the soles of his feet folded, like a humanoid cross.

Doo doo doe!

A pile of bottles and jars, glittering knives flew out of the kitchen, swung through the air, stabbed upwards into the palms of his palms, pierced through the overlapping insteps, and nailed it to the ceiling.

The pain and the intense feeling of weightlessness caused the technician's face to deform in horror, but he couldn't make a sound.

An invisible force broke open his mouth, grabbed his tongue, and ripped it off.

There was also a row of sharp knives that quickly scraped off the flesh and blood on his body, and a large piece of snow-white salt and sulfuric acid sprayed from the jar into the wound, corroding bursts of white smoke.

Flesh and blood erupted and fell to the ground like a waterfall.

In his painfully distorted gaze, he walked into a figure wearing a large black trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat, gloves, and carrying a bucket of gasoline, who was frantically pouring gasoline all over the hall while shouting the verdict.

"Listen carefully, Kiddy Lund, technician."

"I will kill you before your blood runs dry, but before I kill you, I will make you suffer pain that you cannot imagine, and the torment you inflict on others will return to you tenfold and hundredfold. You will squirm, you will wail, and you will pray for the gift of death, and of course, in the end, I will give you this gift. ”

"After death, you will wake up in hell, but you will never find peace and liberation, do you know why?"

A cold threat echoed through the hall, and the man raised his head, a pair of abyssal eyes piercing through the soul of the maggot-like struggling technician,

"For I will continue to torment you in Hell until you are destroyed."

A piece of and urine fell from the ceiling.

……

Half an hour later.

Dean cut off the head of the inhuman-shaped, numb technician from the ceiling in pain and despair, and then slammed him away.

Killed these thirty people, fighting lv3 (300→333/400), abyss lv0 (14→17/100).

In addition, Dean also found 100,000 dollars in cash, and the deposit rose to 60W.

"Faraille's mission is almost complete, just waiting for the three Carly to return from Hawkins." Dean threw matches into the pile of gasoline-stained corpses.

In the scorching flames, he slowly walked out of the room.

……

The arched entrance of Purdue University.

The four of Julie looked at Dean nervously, "Where did you go at noon, we thought you left." ”

"Solved a few little flies." Dean waved his hand to the lawn behind the gate and the path among the trees, "Let's go, follow the plan, and show me around your university." ”

In the next two days, Dean followed these four noisy chicks around Purdue University's library, artificial lake, cafeteria, grove, and even entered the classroom to audit, reliving the college days he had experienced in his previous life.

And this time it is no longer alone, there are four more young and beautiful young girls to accompany them, and they have physical contact from time to time, which is very comfortable.

Dean could feel that the negative emotions and dark thoughts hidden in the soul in the relaxed and pleasant daily life were slowly purified, which was another way of purification that was different from the Red Dragon meditation.

In between trips, Dean calls Hope to inform him of Silafayette's criminal actions, and goes to the arms store to replenish the ammunition used in the underground base.

In the dead of night, Dean took advantage of the shooting range near the school and various sports facilities in the school to conduct an all-round test of his body.

With the blessing of accurate shooting ability, the bullets he shoots can automatically correct the trajectory, turn and track the target, and hit the target 100 times, whether it is 5 meters, 10 meters, 50 meters, 100 meters, or 200 meters, all of them hit the bull's-eye.

With the help of a TAC-50 sniper rifle, a high-powered lens and his super eyesight, he even easily hit a bird in the air from a distance of a thousand meters.

Dean is now an out-and-out super shooter!

In addition, after obtaining a large number of attributes from the underground base, his facial perception has greatly improved.

Visual acuity over 4.0 (1.0 in normal people)

He can easily discern the subtle differences in each person's footsteps and body odor through his sense of hearing and smell, and thus gain insight into their identity.

The tongue seems to have regained its sharpness as a baby, and each food tastes colorful.

He runs at a speed of 24 m/s on both legs, which is as fast as a slow-moving car, and of course telekinesis flies faster.

In addition, with physical strength alone, he can lift a two-ton car, taking care not to lift the corner of the car, but to hold the chassis of the car with both hands and lift the car into the air.

His strength and speed are only less than five points higher than the limit of ordinary people in terms of numerical values, but the actual effect has increased several times, far exceeding the world record!

As for the newly acquired self-healing properties of the anomaly, the test results are even more astonishing.

Dean risked his .45ACP with M1911A1 and fired a shot at his thigh, and as soon as the bullet passed through the muscle, it was blocked by the tough bone.

In two minutes, the wriggling muscles automatically squeezed out the intrusive materials such as the warhead and shrapnel.

After five minutes, the wound stopped bleeding and visibly contracted and closed to the naked eye, no longer having a negative impact on Dean's combat effectiveness.

Two hours later, only a faint scar was left on his thigh.

After three hours, the scar was completely gone.

Moreover, one shot consumes very little crystal energy, and Dean feels that the dozen or so shots with a regular bullet in his body can be healed in a short time.

"If the mental power is exhausted and the ghost armor disappears, then abnormal self-healing is my second life!"

Now, Dean has both physical and mental defense!

……

Light-hearted moments are always short-lived.

On the third day, Dean receives a call from Carly asking to meet, and knowing that the time is up, he asks the four female college students to say goodbye and is called to the university gate for a group photo.

"Haha, I'll be able to brag to my daughter in the future," Harley joked as she pressed the picture to her broad chest with satisfaction, "Your mom and I also had a two-day relationship with an 'Asian Superman' when I was in college. ”

"When you say that, it makes me look like a big carrot with four feet on his feet and giving up all the time." Dean smiled helplessly at this unobtrusive black girl,

"Then you're responsible!" Luna wrapped her arms around her arms and blinked, "When will you see me again!" ”

Dean glanced at her, and then his gaze swept over Julie, whose eyes were red, and Maeve, who was full of anticipation,

"Next time I pass by Farayeh. But if you encounter a life-and-death supernatural crisis, call me, I will only charge a cost to help you deal with it! With that, Dean waved at the four of them, pulled the car door and sat in.

"Wait, Dean, you haven't told us your BP number yet!" Luna chased the car like a madwoman and slammed it on the windowpane,

"Julie has it on hand!" Bronco is gone.

In an instant, three pairs of eyes locked on the small blonde girl in the center,

"Don't think!" Julie snorted, rolled her eyes on her toes, and couldn't help but grin at the corners of her mouth, no longer showing her shyness before, "This is the private number that Dean left me!" Die, you've already lost! ”

"Ah, what, let go, don't tickle me, I'll give it to you, I'll give it!"

……

Bronco pulled up next to a streetside food truck in the Oak District.

Dean met Carly, who was sitting on the curb of the road and gobbling up fast food with long slanken hair and leather pants, the big bald Fang Flash, and the explosive head Mick...

The trio is still in a strong non-mainstream style.

"Good afternoon, three."

"Hey, Dean, how did you turn white and strong after not seeing you for a few days?" The big man waved his chicken leg at him,

"Maybe it's because I haven't been in the sun a lot these days? To get to the point, how was your trip to Hawkins? Dean sat down beside them and nibbled on a hot dog,

"Excellent, 11, oh no, Jane is more beautiful and lovely than I thought it would be, and even after all these years, even if she has amnesia and doesn't recognize me, our sisterhood hasn't waned." Carly's agitated mouth paused and admired,

"Actually, I always thought that you would lock her up in a small room off the beaten track and not let her go anywhere, but I didn't expect her to live in the town, with a humorous teacher, a lovely little fat friend, and her dear mother, aunt, and fatherly Hope by her side, it was a perfect life."

"It's thanks to you, Dean, that you saved Jane from that hell in the Hawkins lab," Carly stared into Dean's eyes and held out her hand to him, "You saved my sister, I owe you a favor, anytime you need help, just say it." ”

Dean wiped the food scraps from her hands, shook her outstretched hand, and nodded, perhaps using Carly's illusionary abilities later.

"But I'm a little dissatisfied," Carly said, "though you've taught her telekinesis to fly, telekinesis to manipulate weapons, and to defend... But she lacks actual combat. ”

"It's very likely that an alien like us will somehow get involved in a paranormal event, so it will take a lot of combat to maintain sensitivity. And Jane, with all due respect, she is content with her current life, she is too content with the status quo. ”

Carly looked down at the ground and said with a little distress, "I asked her to use her abilities to cooperate with me in my search for revenge against the administrator of the Hawkins Lab who had tormented us, but she refused. ”

Dean rolled his eyes and nodded, "Jane eats soft and not hard, you can go to Hawkins every once in a while to visit her, accompany her, teach her a little common sense, and then ask her to help find someone, she won't refuse." ”

"That's what I intended." Carly nodded,

"Where do you go next, there's something going on with Faraille, and I don't recommend you stay."

"Go to Illinois and bring in a few trustworthy buddies for the team," Mick said, licking the barbecue sauce from his hand, "Train them out, and we can begin the official revenge plan." ”

"I wish you all success in assembling a well-known... Well, punk gangs. Dean took out a brown paper bag containing 50,000 knives and handed it to Carly, "As promised, this is the money I paid for your journey... If you have trouble that you can't solve in the future, contact me. ”

Carly took the brown paper bag neatly, and exchanged hands with her companion to pinch the astonishing thickness, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"By the way, Jane has been talking to you for the past few days, when will you go back to see her?"

"I'll give her a call, but everyone has their own way, and I'm not her babysitter." Dean looked at the air, thinking that he should be able to rush back in time for his uncle and Kelly Chen's engagement on this trip to the southwest, yes, he also had to take the time to "ask for a leave" from Ms. Catherine.

"Alright, man, stay in touch, goodbye!"

Carly got up and her companions got up, bumped fists with Dean one by one, and got into the Ford and left quickly.

And Dean got to Blanco, took out Lena's photo, compared it to the map of America, looked at the intricate roads, and pondered which path to follow from Indiana all the way to the southwest...

(End of chapter)