Joker Game (Fei Gua) Chapter 3: Story of the past 2

"Impossible! You're crazy, you're definitely infected by that guy too!!!" In a tavern, an old man in a bluish-yellow robe roared. At his age, time has been unable to leave a deeper mark on him, so there is not much change between him at this moment and a few years later, except for this seemingly too old outfit and the remaining points temper.

"Gaba." There was a sound of something being crushed, and a fat man in a white coat threw the lollipop stick on the ground: "No matter what you say, your opinion alone is worthless,' The Supreme Council' only talks about rules! The minority obeys the majority."

The old man waved his hand angrily: "So what, the voting has not yet started, if you are stubborn, I can also imprison you!"

"Heh, instead of talking big things in your tone that eliminated hundreds of years ago, why not try it now!" The little fat man showed no fear, and bit the candy in his mouth until it made a loud noise.

At this time

"What are you doing?" Two words came from a corner of the bar very incoherently.

At some point, a huge figure appeared there, sitting quietly in the shadows where the lights couldn't reach.

The little fat man rolled his eyes in disappointment: "It's nothing, it's just arguing!" He said helplessly.

"Oh." The voice responded briefly, and then fell silent again, as if it didn't care much about this matter.

Following this non-emotional interruption, the old and young couple stopped arguing and began to wait quietly for the other two.

After a while.

"Hoo hoo" A series of violent panting sounds suddenly appeared, and then came a strong smell of gunpowder smoke, mixed with pungent blood. A well-proportioned person appeared right in front of the bar with a twist of space. At this moment, he was wearing a set of jet-black combat uniform, and his whole body was tightly wrapped, but the clothes had already been covered. It was full of minced meat and blood, and you could tell from the sound of breathing that this person was a man.

Sure enough, he quickly took off his helmet: "Damn, this new abnormality is really too difficult to deal with, there is no sign at all, and as long as the protective clothing is scratched, it will be corroded !" He said, throwing back and slamming on the ground: "I saw with my own eyes a few A-level boys knead themselves into big meat **** and then **** out their tentacles!" He scolded Shouting, he began to pull down his combat uniform again.

"Now? How's it going?" the old man asked worriedly.

"Fortunately, that woman's blood is very effective!" The black-haired man tore off the collar of his combat uniform, as if finally heaving a sigh of relief: "Phew, as long as you find the place where the invasion started, you can kill this The abnormal phenomenon is cleared."

"Of course, this woman is the representative of "holiness and purity". Those filthy things that come into contact with her blood will naturally be purified." A little smug.

"Come on, it's that simple, do you know how difficult it is to find the location of the invasion!" The black-haired man yelled angrily, pointing to the obvious scratches on his clothes: "Look here! Look at this! If it wasn't for the name of the new guy, the guy with a hard-to-pronounce name is good at marksmanship, and now I'm a **** meatball."

"Ah, well, it's really hard for our captain! Anyway, the abnormal characteristics are almost researched, and the protective clothing will be mass-produced in the future, so you don't need your Omega team to run around the world, right? !" The little fat man laughed at the side: "Oh, by the way, this new S-level anomaly doesn't have a name yet. It can afford one, it can't be called every time, it's better to just call it"

"How about the 'Dark Realm'!" A female voice cut in.

Everyone looked in that direction. A well-dressed woman exuded the lazy and luxurious atmosphere of classical aristocrats. She looked only in her 30s, but everyone present knew that this woman was the most conservative. It must be about the same as the old man in the robe, and at this moment, she was walking gracefully down the steps of the main entrance of the bar, holding a notebook with a black pen clipped on it.

"Heijing? Whatever you want, just have a name." The black-haired man said indifferently, then stood up, found a chair, and leaned back tiredly: "Then everyone is here, let's start , I heard, you want to come up with something again?"

He said, and looked at the little fat man.

The voice just fell.

"I object, the product of dimensional realization is too dangerous, this proposal must be terminated immediately, permanently." The old man immediately stated his attitude.

"Heh, is it too dangerous? If there is no woman with wings, how would you deal with this 'dark realm' anomaly? Watch it swallow everything bit by bit?" The little fat man sneered.

Next.

"But it seems that this is just the beginning ~IndoMTL.com~ It's like a gamble, the first round will always give you some sweetness, see what you get in the second round, if you can't catch or kill one, you can A lunatic who enters and exits other people's minds at will," the woman said lightly, seeming to agree with the old man.

Unexpectedly, the little fat man smiled slightly: "I was worried that no one would mention this matter. In fact, I have already thought of a way to contain him."

Everyone was stunned.

The little fat man didn't hold back, and said directly: "Employee!"

"People?"

"Yes, use a person as a containment room, or directly call it a carrier, preferably a lunatic, who has the same smell as that guy, and then let him invade this person's mind. When he is having fun, We sealed this person's mind."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and looked at the little fat man with an expression of looking at a fool.

"What are you talking about? If we could let him stay in a person's mind, we would have done that long ago, but you also know that he is a purely spiritual body, hypnotized, brain-dead, psychotoxin, vegetative, memory Elimination, none of us can do anything about him, even if it kills the carrier, then he will be replaced by another person." The black-haired man said with a dull face: "Now how much do we need to consume every day to satisfy him?"

"There are about 120 volunteers every day. During this period of time, he has almost used up the volunteers we have reserved over the years. It is estimated that it will not be long before we have to go everywhere with contracts like a century ago. Get the death row prisoner to sign." The woman said helplessly.

"Okay, okay." The little fat man waved his hand and interrupted the other party: "Of course I know this, so I need someone who can really suppress him this time." The little fat man said with a superior posture: "That's why I want to apply for another implementation of the 'Dimensional Realization' experiment—the materialized product: sanity!"