Infinite Sims

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Chapter 272 Related to Works

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"Mr. three detectives, did we have any misunderstanding?"

On the speeding black car, Jiang Ren twisted his body "uneasily", smiling a little nervously.

The car was silent except for the sound of the engine braking.

Seeing that no one responded, Jiang Ren looked at the detective in the co-pilot seat in front of him and said, "Detective Griffin, look at this..."

On the ID that the co-pilot had just taken out, his name was Griffin.

"Don't get me wrong, it's not that we have the final say, and it's not that you have the final say."

Griffin interrupted him with a sneer: "You don't need to know why we arrested you, just understand that the procedures are formal."

"Mr. Detective, I am a law-abiding citizen."

Although he already knew their purpose, Jiang Ren still talked in the tone of number six, half nervous and half nervous.

It's like a person who broke the law, after being caught, eagerly wants to find out the reason, so as to judge how much to explain.

I don't know if it's because I don't want to talk, or someone told me in advance.

No matter what Jiang Ren said, the three of them ignored it, at most they just sneered a few times.

With the strength Jiang Ren has recovered in the past few days, it is not difficult to deal with these three people.

But just because you can do it doesn't mean you have to.

After all, he and these three people dropped by, and the target was a city dozens of kilometers away. What's wrong with taking a ride?

Moreover, in order to avoid the tracing after the failure of the "substitute" tomorrow, he must dispose of the car on the road in a reasonable way.

So no matter whether they do it now or not, the outcome of these three people is already doomed.

In the silent night.

The car finally pulled into the city.

Because it is located on the edge of the city, there are still relatively few people and cars around, so black cars can pass quickly.

"Arrived."

A few minutes later, Jiang Ren looked at the intersection ahead and licked his lips.

A trace of black mist the thickness of a finger detached from the soles of his feet, walked close to the ground, and climbed along the bottom of the seat to the detective who was driving.

Griffin heard his voice, frowned and turned back: "What's up?"

At this time, his pupils shrank slightly.

I vaguely felt that the person in front of me was different from the common criminal who just agreed.

Those calm and crazy eyes and smiles, as if the soul in them has been replaced by a demon who regards human life as a plaything.

Griffin suddenly became vigilant and sneered: "I hate your eyes very much."

Jiang Ren smiled: "I'm the exact opposite of you."

"Really? You won't say that any time soon."

Griffin clenched his fists.

The arrest task was issued by the director, who instructed them to bring the person back and minimize communication, but did not say that the person should be brought back intact.

He couldn't wait to teach this guy who just got out of prison a lesson.

At this time.

The street lights at the intersection ahead glowed red.

The detective who was driving released the accelerator, ready to hit the brakes.

"Didn't you ask me what's coming?"

Jiang Ren didn't wait for Griffin to respond, and said the answer with a smile: "The funeral I prepared for you has arrived."

"Funeral, who do you think you are..."

Just as Griffin was about to sneer, he found that the car that was supposed to slow down after seeing the red light, was speeding up.

He turned his head in confusion, and before he could ask the colleague in the driver's seat, he found that at the intersection ahead, a fuel tanker pulled out from the side.

At their current speed, if they do not evade, they will inevitably hit the tanker.

"Damn, stop! Hurry up and stop!"

The detective sitting next to Jiang Ren's face turned pale, and immediately shouted in panic.

"What are you doing?!"

Griffin also shouted at the detective who was driving at the same time.

But he soon discovered that this colleague who had been with him for several years became a little strange.

His eyes were pitch black, and he couldn't even see the whites of his eyes. He had a crazy smile on his face, and muttered vague words in his mouth.

Seeing the impending collision, Griffin didn't have time to think.

He reached out his hand to grab the steering wheel, but as soon as he touched it, the body vibrated violently.

The black car hits the fuel tanker.

Boom!

The explosion sounded, and the flames scattered.

The huge impact caused the windows of buildings within a range of hundreds of meters to be destroyed, and all the glass turned into a pile of fragments.

The center of the explosion was ablaze with flames.

In this quiet area just now, like a torch in the dark, it attracts the attention of everyone around.

"Not everyone can enjoy a death of this size."

A few hundred meters away, at the entrance of a dark alley.

Jiang Ren turned around and walked deep into the alley. At this time, he no longer had the disguise.

His old body was covered with scars, his face was wrinkled enough to trap a mosquito, and his long pale hair was dry and split.

If it weren't for the limbs formed by the surging black mist.

The whole person is like an old man who is about to die, and is about to go to the end of his life.

hum!

Every time Jiang Ren took a step, a lot of hair-thin black mist would fly out of his body, rapidly converging and changing on the body surface.

After ten steps.

The black mist turned into a set of clothes, with black-themed long trousers, shoes, gloves, masks and caps.

These clothes not only covered his abnormal limbs, but also covered his face.

“…□◥※?〨◆…”

Suddenly, a strange voice sounded in Jiang Ren's mind.

The voice was loud and quiet, the former voice was still a female voice, and the latter voice became a male voice, and the age of the voice was constantly changing, like a whisper of a devil.

"Great God, your devout and humble believers hear your gospel."

Jiang Ren stopped and responded to the voice in his mind.

That weird sound originated from "Magic Sound Going through the Ear".

The magic sound can make him occasionally hear some strange sounds, living, dead, human, non-human, inside the world, outside the world...

Ninety-nine percent of those voices are garbage.

Not only is it useless, but it is also very likely to affect the mental and psychological state, making people with this talent become lunatic, or even die suddenly.

Only those few voices can get some benefit.

However, if you want to get more from the owner of the voice, you must sign a very risky contract. If you are not careful, you may be swallowed without even the scum.

And the voice he communicated came from an evil **** outside the domain, and the purpose of investing in him was to gain this world.

"...??○ becomes stronger ┚? ◆Contract ∈▓..."

The evil god's voice sounded again.

Jiang Ren responded: "Do you want me to become stronger as soon as possible, and then complete the contract? As you wish!"

The voice disconnected ~www.readwn.com~ and apparently left.

Even if the contract is signed and the voice is transmitted across the world wall, it is not easy for this evil god, and usually this kind of communication will be minimized.

As for this time.

It should be that Jiang Ren used the energy obtained from him for the first time, so he came to remind him specially.

"Last time I chose to fight alone, this time..."

Jiang Ren smiled and walked forward: "Next, I need to find someone and leave the city as that person, so as to avoid the investigation after the incident tomorrow."

Before taking a few steps, a white youth walked out of the shadows.

The other party stood in the middle of the alley with his hands in his pockets, a pale and sickly face with an excited smile like seeing prey.

"Is something wrong?"

Jiang Ren stopped.

Because his body is over sixty years old, his voice and appearance look very old.

The white young man took out a gun in his left hand and counted money in his right hand: "Old man, I've been staring at you for a long time. If you want to survive, hand over all the money."

Because he has no money, he has not eaten powder for almost two days.

He doesn't want to be so uncomfortable anymore. In order to get fans smoothly, he doesn't mind doing anything... robbery, or murder.

Jiang Ren looked at him with interest and said, "I take the liberty to ask, what is your name?"

"Old man, don't force me to shoot."

The white youth shook the muzzle in dissatisfaction.

But before he could say the second sentence, Jiang Ren came to him and put a hand on his head.

Immediately.

The white young man's face was stunned, and he said his name like a puppet: "My name is... Winster..."