Knights Don’t Need a Youth Love Story

In this case, the warlord forces, which had disappeared from history after the Gastric War, were revived again and expanded rapidly.

Although warlords may not be well understood from the history of the Free Nation, those warlords in substance know their own future path.

After all, have you never eaten pork and never seen a pig run?

If nothing else, it is definitely right to fight against the soldiers of the Free State.

"Just set it here."

After thinking for a long time, Ann Rand's eyes fell on a small gathering place.

Like Albrecht Grünewald, Ayn Rand had his own layout and plans.

And the place where the two sides are very similar is that they don't feel that they have any problems at all.

Sumire Muroto called it an unprecedented old stubborn, and after learning about Tina and the others, he called it trash.

Enough to see the essence of this old thing.

A high IQ does not necessarily mean a good person.

Educational qualifications can only screen out academic scum, not human scum.

Who can articulate such a thing.

"Where?"

A gloomy voice came from behind, and Ayn Rand's face changed wildly with a Zhizhu in his hand.

One rolled over and left the chair, reaching for a hidden button.

The neat movements do not look like an elderly man at all.

After all, he is an expert in human body modification. Even if he does not modify himself, he can still maintain a high vitality.

It's a pity that someone moves faster than him.

A bone nail with a delicate pattern pierced the air like lightning and nailed Ayn Rand's outstretched hand to one side.

Under the impact of this force, Ann Rand fell to the ground, and the glasses on his face flew out.

The warm blood slowly flowed out along the pattern on the bone nail, adding a little bit of scarlet scarlet to the pale bone nail.

On the white bone nail, a little scarlet flowed.

But after the blood flowed, the white bone nails were still as smooth as ever.

The **** filth didn't leave the slightest stain on it.

"Who are you? How did you get in?"

Suddenly attacked, Ayn Rand's old face was wrinkled together.

The folds on the face almost trap flies.

The severe pain made the old man tremble uncontrollably.

Don't look at many TV dramas where people who have been shot several times can still fight the enemy in hand-to-hand combat.

In fact, after being hit by a bullet, a normal person will immediately lose the ability to move.

Severe pain will instantly stagnate the thought of the hit, and the muscles at the wound will tighten rapidly due to the pain.

If it is hit on the leg, the leg will lose the ability to move in a short time.

Not to mention fighting.

Of course, there are some tough guys who can drag their injured body to continue fighting after being shot.

But Ayn Rand was clearly not on that list.

He can do it ruthlessly against others, but he himself is still a little short.

"It's just a passing Kamen Rider, remember it for me."

"As for how you got in, you don't need to know."

Crouching beside Ann Rand, Luo Zhen said in a low voice.

For some reason, he found that this kind of guy who likes to perform reconstruction surgery on others doesn't seem to have good willpower.

Shouldn't you guys who are able to perform cruel and inhumane transformation surgery on others without changing your face, be as ruthless to others as the group of people in the repair card organization?

Why can't you even take this pain?

Anyway, come up with the style of your behind-the-scenes mastermind.

Aren't you pretty vicious?

Holding the long handle of the bone nail, Luo Zhen twisted the bone nail slightly.

With Luo Zhen's movement, Ann Rand's wound was further expanded, and the nerves that had gradually started to numb once again experienced severe pain.

Suddenly, the cold sweat covering his forehead fell down and wet his collar.

It is said that the fingers are connected to the heart, but in fact, the pain when the palm is severely injured is not small at all.

Ayn Rand can attest to this with his own **** hands.

"Kamen... Knight?"

Under the severe pain, Ayn Rand's thoughts began to clear up, and the severe pain at the wound seemed to gradually disappear.

This is not a good sign.

Looking at the closed alloy door, Ayn Rand's eyes showed a hint of despair.

He is not without measures to protect himself in this base.

Outside this iron gate, there are five initiators that he personally transformed.

However, due to various considerations, he usually does not let these starters get too close to him.

Those children will never enter this room without his permission.

The iron gate that once brought him peace of mind has now become a moat.

The voices inside can't get out, and the hopes outside won't come in either.

"I can tell you anything you want to know, and I can give you what you want."

Awkwardly collapsed to the ground, Ayn Rand said in a trembling voice.

He hasn't given up that shred of hope.

He doesn't believe that Luo Zhen, who can sneak into his laboratory without a sound, is the kind of stunned young man who is ready to kill himself because he can't stand his style.

He believes in his own worth.

"You can't tell me what I want to know, and neither do I."

However, Luo Zhen's icy voice ruthlessly shattered Ayn Rand's hopes.

Ayn Rand could only watch this guy wearing strange armor and calling himself Kamen Rider stomping on his chest.

Nails like knightly spears are lifted and then dropped.

"Pfft-"

The sound of sharp weapons entering meat sounded.

The bright red blood spread on the ground, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold metal.