Chapter 3220

If you ask a perverted torture expert what his dream is, he probably wants his prisoners to die hard enough.

Many people can't stand being executed. If the executioner can't give full play to his good skills, the goal will disappear. How disappointing?

Now this situation is very good. As long as Kang doesn't want to die, this space won't let him die. Su Ming can practice the skills learned from Batman on him.

Batman is good at bringing fear to others by inflicting pain. He plays well both physically and mentally.

However, for Fu Kang, some details need to be changed slightly. After all, what this person fears most is another group of himself. It is something beyond his expectation that he becomes different from himself.

These are all psychological weaknesses, so the work of torturing people still depends on hanging, playing with other people's memory and thinking through its tentacles, and turning it into a useless person.

This process can't be too fast. Let Kang feel the process, feel that he slowly becomes a fool and a madman, but he can't do anything to stop it. Finally, there is only fear

What Su Ming has to do is to turn himself into another Kang and hold his arm to guide the hanging work.

Here, time is meaningless, everything is extremely long, and the same is true of pain and fear. It is like a black vortex sweeping the victim's reason and slowly eroding it.

I don't know how long later, the death knell sitting on the stiff Thor's back was a little sleepy. The news of the hanging suddenly came. Kang finally let go and voluntarily changed the attribute of this space and let himself die.

After all, whether to die as a person or live as an idiot, there can only be one of the two, and even the countdown, which is the sound of the hanging tentacle wriggling in his brain.

As a scientist, it is normal to be afraid of becoming an idiot. After all, he chose the former and died as a man.

It's just not decent.

At this time, the internal organs of the corpse cut in half were scattered all over the ground. All kinds of body fluids were mixed together, and there were small bubbles. It was probably the digestive juice corroding his flesh and blood, just like telling people's vulnerability.

Maybe one day, this Kang will resurrect at a certain time point. Maybe another Kang will find 40K earth, but Su Ming doesn't care. He just hopes to bring more things when he comes back next time.

"The small pistol is good. I'll use it for you later."

After picking up the Ruhr crystal and shaking the blood on it, the death knell pulled out two small pistols from the holster behind Kang and handed them to the hanging game.

"Oh."

Hanging has always liked guns. Although its name sounds like a melee type, its favorite is long-range attack.

"Well, the disqualified hammer is of no use to me. Let's go back and play with daisy." the knell picked up the square hammer on one side and weighed it in his hand: "the violent war should be held in both hands. I'm also curious whether the power of Xiangong and creeper can be superimposed."

"Oh."

The clever strangulation, while responding to the host, fiddled with the time lag gun in his hand, and shot a few more shots at Thor to try the effect.

Because it is an energy weapon, this thing has no recoil. It still likes the feeling of pulling the big bolt. It's a little regretful.

Thor, who was beaten, didn't change. He still couldn't move, just didn't know if he had any perception of the outside world.

Kang's green armor and purple helmet have been cut in half, and this color matching is estimated to be liked only by clowns and Ruth, but not by Su Ming.

Always take away the fragments of crystal. You don't need them and you can't fall into others' hands.

By the way, Kang's shoes are good. Take them off and give them to Jessica to sell in the second-hand market. Maybe they're worth a meal.

After all, in hell's kitchen, killing for a pair of shoes is very common. The market of dead people's shoes and dead people's clothes is very mature.

Take all the things that can be taken away. Make sure there is no oil and water on Kang's body, let him hang and chew his head. Then the death knell picked up Thor as a bench and patted his left forearm.

Kang died, and there was no other crystal fragment to fight against the death knell. Now this small space is completely controlled by Su Ming.

The surrounding scene changed, and they returned to the illusion of the fairy palace grove.

"I almost forgot that this set of projection equipment is good. Take it back and install it at home. It will be useful to watch movies with Qin wine in the future. Go to find it and take it off for me." the knell bell pulled off the cloak behind him and asked it to find out where the power supply of the projector is.

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Back to the judge's victim's dormitory, the three of them were playing poker. Jessica had a lot of notes on her little face, but the other two seemed to have never lost.

"Stop playing!"

Looking at the death knell carrying a strong man in a straight red cloak, it was like the body of a Spartan soldier was put on a shield and covered with a cloak back to her hometown. The female detective dropped her card and wiped it in the pile of cards on the table.

Throw Thor in his hand to rocky, and Su Ming closes the door behind him silently:

"How can you think of playing cards with them? Isn't this looking for loss?"

"I didn't know this before. I thought I could count cards very well." the girl blew the note on her forehead and turned her eyes: "but there's something wrong with both of them."

She severely condemned rocky and the dead waiter, and suspected that they played magic poker.

"Rocky is the God of cunning. She can cheat in any game that may exploit loopholes." the knell helped her take off the note on her face, smiled and shook her head: "and wade used to be a young soldier. He helped warlords fight in Africa. What do you think they can do for recreation in that place except drinking, playing cards and playing women?"

"Objection!"

The waiter suddenly stood up. He shook his neck and smiled meanly:

"Some people play with men. Although my chrysanthemums can only be used by my cousin you and my girlfriends, when I was a soldier, there are all kinds of freaks in the team. They often explode with each other."

Su Ming smiled, leaned against the door and looked at Rocky slapping Thor in the face: "that's really an unimaginable road."

"Apart from anything else, when I was a child, I was very handsome. Many black uncles wanted to kill me. You know, my close-up killing skills were practiced at that time. I really miss it. I killed hundreds of blacks in Africa. Everyone said I did a good job, but when I went back to the United States, if I killed a black man, they would say I was racist and the business here was really bad Do it. "

As he spoke, the dead waiter was distracted. He even began to miss the bitter days of that year. Is it a memory of bitterness and sweetness?

"Isn't this simple? Who says so, you'll kill until no one tells you?" the knell touched a cigarette and slowly spit out a smoke ring: "the greater the ability, the more choices."

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