The pistol was covered with a long silencer. A blood hole appeared on the back of the head of the researcher sitting in the cab, and blood was oozing out. The craftsman casually threw the pistol aside and murmured. "Oda-kun, only in that world will faith not betray you!" After saying this, he opened the car door and walked out. A little girl came up to him. "Dad! You are finally back!" The craftsman picked up the little girl with a gentle smile on his face. The little girl looked into the car curiously. "Dad, what happened to Uncle Oda?"
The craftsman said softly. "Uncle Oda, he is too tired from work and wants to take a break!" ………… Outside Tokyo Prefecture, a highway connects Osaka Prefecture. A silver-gray van drove slowly on the road. "Brother, if you are driving, I think it's okay for you to drive faster!" Dante pinched the cigarette and said seriously. The driver curled his lips. "I want to, but the vehicle is underpowered." "To put it simply, it's out of gas!" Dante frowned slightly when he heard this. He suddenly remembered the feature of serial number 302-the vehicle is driven by flesh and blood. "What should we do?" The driver shrugged, indicating that he didn't know. Dante turned his head and looked at Lu Xiao. "Brother! Why don't you ask the Mirror of All-Knowing?" Lu Xiao looked at his newly grown fingernails and fell into deep thought. I don't know what this mirror has a hobby, it seems to have a special liking for his fingernails. At this time, the voice of the Mirror of All-Knowing sounded in Lu Xiao's ears.
"The answer to this question is for you!" "Serial number 302-the vehicle is driven by flesh and blood, you can feed it your flesh and blood!" "The effect is tens of thousands of times better than using the flesh and blood of ordinary humans!" Lu Xiao grinned. "No! I'm afraid of pain!" Everyone looked weird when they heard Lu Xiao's words. Is this really what the man who stabbed his thigh with bone spurs and pulled out his fingernails without blinking could say? The driver shrugged. "I hope there is a 'gas station' on this road!" His word about the gas station made Dante's brain crash for a moment. ………… On the way back to the car, a truck was parked sideways on the side of the road, blocking the way. Seeing a car coming, a dozen young men holding metal baseball bats jumped out of the truck, obviously a group of gangsters. The driver stepped on the brakes and then pointed at the dozen young men walking towards them. "Look, isn't this a gas station?" Dante put out his cigarette. "How much gas can I put in my car?" The driver shook his head. "I've never filled it up! But I think it should be a lot!" Just as the two were chatting, a metal baseball bat had already hit the front windshield. "Bang!" The windshield was intact, but the young man holding the baseball bat had his hand numb from the shock. "Get down here!" "Bakayaloo~~~~!" Lu Xiao and the others looked at each other, and then got out of the car one by one. Dante held a pack of cigarettes in his hand, and habitually prepared to hand out cigarettes. But he didn't expect that the hand holding the cigarette box was slapped open. Then, a gangster with colorful hair grabbed Dante's collar.
"Take out 100,000 yuan, and I'll let you go today!" "If you can't take it out, don't blame me!" As he said this, he hit the front of the car with a stick. For a moment, his face changed. The hand holding the baseball bat felt a sharp pain. Lu Xiao stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips. Although he had no ill will towards humans, this did not include Japanese people. What's more, this was a Japanese person who ran into the gun himself. For a moment, Lu Xiao's pupils were trembling. "Mr. Dante... I can..." Before he finished speaking, Dante's mouth corners slightly raised. "Of course! Dear Mr. Lu Xiao, I haven't successfully contained you yet, have I?" "It's not surprising that a failed living containment object that loses control due to stimulation does anything, right?" Lu Xiao licked his lips. "Do I need to leave some for you?" Dante waved his hand. "The prison guard regulations do not use force against ordinary people!" Hearing the conversation between the two, the gangster looked impatient. "Bakayalu! I'm talking to you!" "That's a pity!" Lu Xiao couldn't wait any longer, and rushed out the moment he said this. He slapped the gangster who was holding Dante's collar and smashed his head. Others looked at this scene coldly, and the driver shouted with a distressed look. "Don't hit the head! The head is more effective!" The gangsters who jumped off the truck were so scared by this scene that they stood there. Before they could react, their boss's head was smashed. In an instant, their crotches were wet. A foul smell wafted out, and one person even pulled his pants pocket.
The driver pinched his nose in disgust. "Tsk! I can't have that guy who pulls his pants pocket. I have mysophobia!" The driver and Lu Xiao had similar attitudes toward Neon Country. Although he had a beautiful wife, oh no, he was a bootlicker. But as the saying goes, every citizen has a share of responsibility for the fate of a country. Even if he is a bootlicker, he cannot resist the temptation of the third-class merit at this time. "Mr. Dante, can I?" He looked at Dante expectantly. Dante groaned. "In principle, no, because you are in normal containment now!" "If you kill someone at this time, the containment level will be re-evaluated!" Hearing this, the driver's face was a little gloomy. Slippery reminded on the side. "In principle, no, but in reality, we can't control you even if you do it!" Dante turned his head and glared at Slippery, but did not deny it. Then the four jailers turned around and closed their eyes tacitly. The driver looked at Lu Xiao who rushed out of the crowd, and his eyes suddenly turned red. "Fuck! Brother, slow down!" "Hey! Don't steal my third-class merit!" In the end, Lu Xiao felt sorry for the driver who drove all the way, and left one for him. The driver walked towards the last surviving Neon Elementary School gangster with a grim smile. "You are so young, why don't you learn something else? Why do you learn to rob others?" The gangster had already collapsed. A stench drifted into the driver's nose. It was obvious that he had also pulled his trouser pockets at this time. The driver frowned slightly and fell into deep thought. At this time, a serious problem was placed in front of the driver. Choosing the third-class merit means breaking the cleanliness obsession.
Choosing cleanliness obsession means giving up the third-class merit. However, in the end, the driver could not resist the temptation of the third-class merit. He slapped the gangster's neck and broke it. Dante's voice came from behind. "Mr. Driver, have you filled up the gas?" The driver said with satisfaction. "It will be ready soon! My dear Mr. Dante!"