Luo Gu didn't stop, and the throwing knife in his arms kept pulling out. The whole body looked particularly hideous under the light, and the magic pattern was outlined by the devil one by one.

Simple, everyone is quiet. The throwing knives were quick and there was no sound.

Joker: "Wow, you are indeed the devil's spokesman in the world." You see, you took the lives of these people so easily. Wow."

"Wow, my good brother, you see if he looks like me. You're getting stronger and stronger now. You have more and more magic patterns. But my good brother, it's useless for you to always kill these ordinary people. Do you know that a high-level magic pattern can only be formed by countless low-level magic patterns? ”

The demon continued: "My brother, there is a saying in your world that quantitative change causes qualitative change, but most people have forgotten this major premise. That is, the amount of quantity that needs to be accumulated is unimaginable. You're constantly learning, do you think you can be Einstein?"

The demon general's voice was lowered, like a woman lying in a man's ear, and said, "My brother, you may have accumulated countless low-level magic patterns, but you can't let him evolve into a high-level magic pattern. Hee-hee, go and put there are two magic patterns waiting for you, and that's Bruce and the Joker. ”

After Luo Gu finished dealing with everyone in the warehouse, there was no blood on his body. Its ability to suck blood is now getting stronger.

The door to the warehouse was opened in an instant, and a group of heavily armed blacks rushed in. Because they heard a gunshot and hurried in to check on the situation.

The blacks raised their guns and shouted, "Hands up, hands up"!

The clown slowly turned, revealing the bomb in his arms to them.

"Don't scare me, or my hands will shake. The consequences are not something you can imagine, there will be a firework blooming here. ”

"Take the bomb off your bosom, do you hear me? "Blacks are swallowing, and it's a little hot in this warehouse.

The clown seemed to hear a huge joke: "You told me to drop the bombs, my God, don't you know that they are my treasures, my life." Do you want me to put it down?"

The blacks didn't answer because of the clown's madness. There is not a single person in the city who does not know. It's a neurotic that even your own life can be used as a game.

The clown walked up to them, "Look at these corpses underground, do you want to avenge them? Do you want to feel the heat of hell with them? Don't you want to take the money in the car we drove over? Do you want to avenge them?"

The clown laughed convulsively, but Rogu didn't laugh. He was silently wiping his knife. Nothing can be trusted, only its own power is worth trusting. And Rogu's power is a knife, the knife called Memory.

The whole warehouse was only the laughter of clowns.

The blacks were holding their guns, not knowing what to do, and they turned their gaze to the people behind them. That's their second leader.

Second Leader: "Go, shit".

The clown was still laughing after they were gone.

"My friend, Law. You say they are so pathetic, you see that they only have profit in their eyes. For the sake of that money, the death of their partner was so minor to them. ”

Rogu nodded. Joker's Chinese is good.

"In your China, there is a saying that 'people die for money, and birds die for food', which is very vivid. But, my friend, you are. Without any words, he began to use the knife. Your knife is really good. ”

Rogu didn't speak, he was pulling his throwing knife from the corpse.

The clown helped pull out a throwing knife, "Wow, this throwing knife is really well designed, and when it shoots out, there is no sound." Assassination baby, with you is really perfect. He handed the dagger to Rogu, a little reluctant.

"My good brother, now you know, the clown is a little talker. ”

Yes, in the movie, he always wants to confide everything about himself to others. But the more the clown confides, the more afraid others are of him.

The Joker planted the bomb here and motioned for Rogu to get in the car, and it was time for them to go. It's time to let this batch of explosives do its job.

Rogu got in the car, and the car drove past the black men. Their second leader said, "This is our god of wealth, don't worry about him anymore." Let's go and have some fun on the streets, we have money. Amid a crowd of laughter, the car drove out of the birthplace of sin.