Infinite Sims

The villa where the pool party is located is located in one of the richest areas of the city.

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There is a lot of distance between the villas, but the sound of the metal storm can be heard even a thousand meters away, which naturally caused panic among the surrounding residents.

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Fortunately, the agents of the Law Enforcement Bureau came along, and they quickly appeased the residents, so as not to cause more panic.

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"The case should be settled."

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Yersin, who arrived in a hurry, found that the gunfire had stopped, and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and then a wry smile appeared on his face: "It is estimated that the murderer is also dead, and he may not be the only one who died."

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With Zienz's style of doing things, he inevitably left a bunch of unmanageable tails.

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But who makes his subordinates useless, can't catch the murderer, can't solve the case, no matter how uncomfortable it is now, he can only endure it.

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"Is this dead?"

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Beside the pool, Zinz frowned, looking coldly at the bloodstain floating in the middle of the pool.

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Everyone who can awaken special abilities is a superman who is extremely capable of qualitative change, and whose physical strength is several times that of ordinary people.

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He is no exception, and the combat clone also shares his physical qualities.

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But if this is the case, he is not enough to squeeze into the top 100.

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What really made him stand in the 90-odd ranking came from the fact that each clone could carry a certain amount of weapons and hide in the main body along with the clone.

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With a strong physical quality, naturally, there is no need to pursue the weapons used by ordinary people.

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Therefore, the weapons carried by each of his clones are expensive, hot weapons specially made for extreme people and even him. They not only have a super high rate of fire, but also have super power.

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in this way.

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Only in this way can he inflict heavy damage again and again, and even kill mission targets that also have special abilities.

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This time, he wanted to vent.

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It could be seen that the target died too quickly and had almost no resistance, so he couldn't help frowning.

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This kind of victory without confrontation.

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He couldn't relax in the slightest.

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"You, go down."

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Zienz didn't think any more, and randomly assigned a combat clone to enter the pool.

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No matter what this mission is for, there is no doubt that he is serious about the case. Even though he can no longer feel the life breath of the target, he still has to confirm it again.

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The combat clone put the weapon in his hand on the ground, and then jumped into the turbid pool water.

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One second, two seconds, three seconds...

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Suddenly, the combat clone lost contact with him.

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"died?"

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Zienz was taken aback.

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I heard a loud noise from the pool.

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"Roar!"

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The pool water splashed all around.

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A burst of fire emerged from the pool, and it was a four-meter-tall giant bear with flaming flames on its body.

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His appearance instantly evaporated all the remaining water in the pool.

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"Fire! Fire quickly!"

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Zienz felt the powerful pressure of the flame bear, and quickly issued an order.

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Machine guns, rifles, grenade guns, and rocket launchers all fired up, and the sound of gunfire continued.

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The flame giant had an agility that did not match his height. He jumped up and jumped to the edge of the pool, smashing several combat clones into patties.

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"Hoohoho!" (Those who hurt my daughter will all die)

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The flame giant roared again, hammered his chest twice with both hands, and rushed towards the other combat clones.

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The bullet landed on it, and even his skin could not be broken.

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Only the grenade gun and the rocket launcher can make his movements a little bit.

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But that moment of time would not affect the flaming giant bear's meat grinder-like killing at all.

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"Don't kill me, no!"

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Zinz screamed and was hammered into patties.

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In less than a moment.

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There was a pile of meat patties and weapon wreckage left at the scene.

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The flaming giant bear caressed his stomach, a hint of warmth in his eyes.

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But soon, his mood turned serious again, he glanced around coldly, and finally looked at a villa with no light source not far from here.

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"so close."

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In the dim villa room, Zinz opened his eyes and breathed heavily.

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His forehead and back were covered in sweat, soaking his clothes.

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He is not an adventurous person.

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Since he has the ability of a combat clone, he will naturally not let go of the application in life-saving.

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Every time he performs a mission, his body will hide near the target location, and then manipulate a clone to disguise himself as the body to perform the mission.

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The only bad thing about this operation is that the combat avatar used for the mission must be summoned in advance, so as to avoid exposing the position of the main body after the summoning.

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With this prudence, Zienz escaped the predicament of death seven times.

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Plus this time, it's the eighth time.

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"The last giant bear, in terms of fighting ability, is enough to rank in the top 90."

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Thinking of the fierce attack of the flaming giant bear, Zinz's face might as well turn ashen.

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Whoever thought of crushing, who would not crush the other party by himself, but the other party crushing himself.

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"Take a rest here and wait for the giant bear to leave before leaving."

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Zienz raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

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Leaning on a chair in the room, thinking about how to write a report to the processing office.

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The goal of this mission is not only powerful, but also the thick-skinned type, who also specializes in his ability, so he can only ask for help from above, or replace it with someone else.

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"Roar!"

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A huge roar came from outside.

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The distance is very close, so close that Zienz has a feeling of tinnitus.

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"The sound is outside!"

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Zienz was startled, and before he had time to react, he saw that the wall next to him was torn open, and the giant flame bear rushed in fiercely, and his flaming fist was swung towards him.

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Boom!

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Zienz was hit by a fist, his body flew upside down, smashed through two walls in a row, and was embedded in the third wall.

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"me…"

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Zienz felt his broken internal organs, spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs, and struggled: "I don't want to die..."

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With a crooked head, he died completely.

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The giant bear gave him a cold look, roared, and ran out of the villa against the wall.

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After a few moments, he rushed out of the blockade set up by the investigators of the Bureau of Investigation, got into the darkness, and disappeared.

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"What is that bear?!"

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Yersin looked at the law enforcement vehicle that was knocked down in front of him, and the house that was knocked through a big hole not far away, only to feel a coolness rise under his feet.

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If he hadn't happened to get out of that car, he would be disabled now.

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"How do you feel, as if you've seen that bear somewhere?"

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Yersin recalled that in this case, according to the portrait of the murderer described by witnesses, the murderer seemed to be holding a similar bear in his arms.

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If he saw it elsewhere, he would never associate the two together.

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But here, he couldn't help thinking too much.

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"If this bear is the murderer, where is Zienz now?"

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Thinking of this, Yersin hurriedly called Zienz.

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After a blind tone, he hung up automatically, and he didn't get through even after two calls.

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He put away his cell phone, knowing that Zienz probably didn't want to answer the phone, or he couldn't.

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"Maybe it's time to consider early retirement."

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Yersin sighed softly.

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The super criminal who can solve Zinz is far from being able to provoke him as a small city investigator.

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Compared with normal retirement and a little more retirement salary, he prefers his life.

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As for this super criminal, let his successor be a headache.

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Chalem State Prison.

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Under the dark night, the lights outside the prison are bright.

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After Phoenix learned of the death of the dean who raised him and taught him the principles of life, he followed the prison guard back to the cell and sat on his bed.

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He thought that he could face everything calmly.

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It wasn't until something happened that he realized that he couldn't, really couldn't. . . . . .

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This look.

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It immediately attracted the attention of the inmates in the same room.

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"What's wrong with him? He looks constipated."

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"It's a bit like, but I feel more like dead parents."

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"No matter what happens to him, he should be hit or not."

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"Isn't that bad? It's quite miserable to see him. He offended those big men. It is estimated that he was wronged even for the crimes he was imprisoned, and we have to clean up after coming in. I can't bear it anymore."

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"Okay, don't do it, we'll share your share of the money."

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"What a joke, no one wants to steal my money!"

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They stopped discussing, looked at each other, and walked towards Phoenix either quickly or slowly.

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Phoenix's bed was on the innermost side, next to the toilet.

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"Phoenix, why are you called this name?"

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The strong Raymond walked in the front, stepped forward and stepped on Phoenix's bed, looking down at him.

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Phoenix raised his head expressionlessly.

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Seeing that he didn't answer, Raymond stretched out his hand insultingly and patted his cheek: "What about you? Are you so foolish that you can't even answer?"

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Seeing that he still didn't answer, the other prisoners started booing.

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"A fool can't find his own bed."

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"Raymond, can you do it?"

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"He's not pretending to be a fool, he's taking you for a fool."

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…

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The surrounding sound made Raymond a little annoyed, and the more he looked, the more he felt that Phoenix was not pleasing to the eye, and immediately slapped him severely.

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After a clear slap, Phoenix's head turned to one side.

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There was a blue-purple slap print on his face, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

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"I'll ask you one last time, why are you called this name?"

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Raymond wanted to grab Phoenix's hair, but he couldn't do anything in the face of his bald head, so he could only press his head hard, forcing his eyes to meet his own.

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The coaxing of the criminals around him was superficial, but he couldn't help but make a move.

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In the small world of prison, which is far more primitive and cruel than reality, apart from having a hard fist, your temper should not be soft.

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Otherwise, it will be relegated to the bottom.

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"Why is it called this name?"

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Phoenix didn't seem to feel any pain, and his eyes flickered.

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He vaguely remembered that this was a name given to him by someone he hated and feared. The name came from that person's idol—a clown who was very famous at the time.

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"Ask you! Ask you! Ask you!"

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Seeing that he still didn't answer, Raymond suddenly became furious.

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He slapped Phoenix to the ground with a slap, and kicked him in the head when he lifted his foot. He didn't have the slightest idea of ​​keeping his hand, as if he was going to kill him.

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