People are in Zongman, in short, they are very disdainful

I don't believe that that damned guy would dare to cause such a commotion! "

Indeed, if Kurosaki Jiji really chased cars with two legs, he would probably be on the news soon.

So after entering the urban area, he took another approach.

"It's too late to find an organization to tune the car now...so let's borrow one."

With a casual glance, Kurosaki Atsubo opened the rear door of a black car.

"Get off! Who are you? This is Senator Wesker's car!"

"The Crimson King."

After knocking down the two attendants with a wave of his hand, Kurosaki Ji turned to look at the rich man sitting in the back seat of the car and keeping a smile on his face.

"Young man, the anger is very strong...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Senator Wesker's front teeth were pulled out abruptly.

"Drive for me and catch up with the car in front."

"You...you boy..."

Escape, must escape...

The car door popped out, and the meatball-like man fled out immediately.

I am the senate of the beautiful country. I was the president of the boxing club when I was in college. I made great strides all the way under the command of the leader of the worship lamp. I married a supermodel who is 25 years younger than myself as my wife. After the worship of the lamp, I can enter the White House !

I am a man who is destined to become the president of the beautiful country, how could I die here so easily......

"What? Did you stop running?"

A cold and evil voice sounded, and Congressman Wesker's heart was instantly filled with fear.

I don't know when, but I appeared in the driver's seat again!

Kurosaki Tsutomu's hand went around the leather seat and rested on the councilor's shoulder.

Although the promoted Crimson King cannot attack in time, it is still possible to move people in time.

"If you run again, your neck will be broken. Drive fast, fat pig."

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"The patient needs a blood transfusion! Bring the Blazing Blood Demon's blood vessel! Connect it to the blood pool!"

"That sister, wipe the patient's sweat!"

"Sacrifice array! Have you drawn the sacrificial array yet! Bring the sacrifice!"

The Territory of Kurosaki Jiji, the torture hospital, the nurses wearing paper bags on their heads were in full swing, trying their best to rescue Chika Fujiwara on the hospital bed.

Although they are better at killing people than saving people, the devil's medical skills can indeed do many things that humans cannot do. At that time, Ogino, who was transgendered every day, asked people to spend the spring night in the hibiscus tent, and danced with you until dawn. His legs trembled, his chrysanthemums trembled too, and he was so developed that he couldn't accept human surgery.

After coming to the torture hospital, my waist no longer hurts and my legs no longer hurt, and I can squeeze out five strong men without any effort.

What kind of shit is a third-class hospital, it is not worthy of carrying shoes for the torture hospital.

"No! The loss of vitality cannot be stopped! Her vitality may not last long!"

However, no matter how godly a doctor is, he is not a god after all.

"How's the situation?"

The white-haired demon with heart-shaped pupils pushed open the door of the operating room and walked in—hell doesn't need to worry about "antibacterial" issues anyway.

"The situation is very bad, Lord Uth."

Before Tangsaki Sugiwa threatened Kurosaki Ji, the chicken thief guy used the blue magic grass to absorb more than half of Fujiwara Chika's life force, and he didn't withdraw his parasitic magic afterwards-he didn't intend to let Fujiwara Chika live at all.

Even if Kurosaki Ji cut off the parasitic flesh and used Todua Lang's fist to prevent Chika Fujiwara from further damage, it could only slow down her death, and he could not regain the lost vitality.

Counting on demon nurses?

Can you count on a group of full-time killers to save lives?

"how so......."

Originally, demons don't care about human life, but the lustful demon with a love brain, Luusi, was deeply interested in the nonsense "love" between Chika Fujiwara and Jikurosaki, and asked for help to observe it by the way. .

Now that the melons are not eaten, one of the melon growers is about to burp, and ** Wusi naturally shows a disappointed expression.

"Is there no other way?"

Miss Zhengyi, who was already sitting in the operating room, was really worried—her relationship with Kurosaki Jiji was pretty good.

"No, there is another way."

The young Zhengtaiyin attracted the attention of all the demons.

"Master Schrödinger?!"

At the door, the white-haired cat-eared lady seemed to be holding something in her hand, and behind him was Lucifer who folded his arms and said nothing, with an unhappy expression on his face.

"Your treatment plan should be the same as Ogino Hikaru, with the purpose of 'maintaining human body tissue'?"

Walking into the operating room, Schrödinger's expression gradually became crazy.

"As the saying goes, 'If you don't break, you can't stand'. Since it is no longer possible to maintain a human body, it is better to let it play its role."

**The more Wu Si heard, the worse it became.

"What do you mean, Schrödinger?"

"It's nothing, it's just one thing."

Raising the stone ghost mask in his hand - it is the joint research result of Kurosaki Jiji and Lucifer, and it has a certain probability of transforming human beings into "other existences".

Then he walked to the hospital bed and buckled it down heavily. At the same time, the cat's claws stretched out and crushed a small bottle—the blood of Kurosaki Jiji was inside.

"Human beings have limits—

Stop being a human being, Fujiwara Chika——! ! ! "

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"As long as, as long as I can go to that place..."

In downtown Tokyo, in a black car, Congressman Wesker sped up tremblingly despite the pain in his body.

Anyway, he is a close friend of the lamp worshiper, and he can still find the strongholds spread by the CIA here, as long as he is brought in...

"Why, do you think the CIA can deal with me? To tell you the truth, the car we are chasing is running out of gas, and the one staying is the CIA.

By the way, your next sentence is 'Aren't you afraid of revenge from the beautiful country?'. "

"You, you are not afraid of... what!"

Fear and anxiety crept into his heart, and Congressman Wesker saw an existence uglier than politics and darker than power struggles.

"Afraid.

That's why we can't keep them alive.Okay, see those agents dressed as pedestrians? "

Kurosaki Ji pointed at those guys who couldn't hide their nervousness—I didn't expect the CIA to clear this place.

"Give me full speed—

- Grind it! "

Double update today.

Chapter 192 The Crimson King Who Dominates the World

torture hospital.

"Master Schrödinger, is this useful?"

In response to the head nurse's question, Schrödinger showed an inscrutable smile on his face, and said slowly amidst many expectant eyes——

"do not know.

Although Father and Lucifer have done demonization experiments many times, the only successful experiments are Nao Hayasaka and me. "

"Isn't there still hope?"

"It's different, Lord Modeus."

Mao Erzheng explained helplessly to the lust demon.

"The demonization of my father's research is based on Malak's transformation of Agatha's sister, and the addition of Lucifer's magic to create a 'stone ghost mask'. Although the success rate is higher than Malak, it also depends on aptitude.

Hayasaka Nao was able to transform successfully because of her excellent magic aptitude, but I didn't rely on the stone ghost face, and purely relied on my father's blood to force the transformation.

And what she said...the Fujiwara family doesn't seem to have the blood of magicians..."

The demons were silent.

"No, Schrödinger, this plan may be successful."

The majestic and charming Queen's voice sounded, and the Hell Lord spoke slowly.

"It's true that a human being's transformation into a demon depends on aptitude, but this aptitude is not just 'magic aptitude'."

Lucifer lowered his head and looked at Chika Fujiwara's face with a complicated expression—the stone ghost mask she studied was on top, and the blood of Kurosaki Jiji flowed along the crack.

"Besides the three of you, there is another guy who has no magic aptitude who successfully transformed, and the transformation effect is even better than you."

Staring at the comatose pink-haired girl, Lucifer's eyes were reminiscent of a poisonous snake staring at a frog in a glass bottle—a complex feeling that wanted to swallow her but couldn't.

"I wanted to do this when you were looking for the defense core in this crappy hospital before, Kurosaki Tsuji..."

The roots of her ears turned pink, but Her Majesty's complexion remained the same.

'When you come back, no matter whether you are injured or not, I will beat you severely......'

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"Quicker! Faster!"

In the CIA's car, Dai Mizuki Bai desperately urged the driver.

"No, this car is almost out of gas..."

Originally, what the CIA wanted was to cooperate with the Neon Fighting Ji Group. After taking the head of Kurosaki Ji, they would go home with the information to eat and drink, and then use the information to deal with the Zealot organization. They never thought about a long chase , so the auxiliary fuel tank is not full.

In the end, I didn't expect Kurosaki Ji to be so difficult to deal with, and brought so many hands down.

If they hadn't met Tobio, they would have thought that Ji Kurosaki was the boss of the Passion Organization.

"Don't panic, we still have hope of a comeback."

There is an inspiring power in the words of Dosaki Sugiyan.

"The railway is ahead, and there will be two trains coming soon. As long as we speed up and rush over, we can greatly slow down Kurosaki Jiji's footsteps, allowing us to reach the stronghold faster, organize the remaining special (cannon) workers (ash), and attack Kurosaki Thistle!

Driver, speed up! "

The jaws and the accelerator were bitten together, the tires pressed against the rails and caused small bumps, and the freight train beside him roared.

The CIA driver felt his blood rushing up, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. His life was pointing to this moment!

"Hiss—"

There was a loud scratching sound of the wheels, and the side door of the car passed the locomotive. At this time, Kurosaki Ji's car was still more than ten meters behind him.

It worked!

Dosaki Sugiyan looked back at the train behind him like a steel line of defense, and laughed out loud.

Facing the heavy and slow freight train, Kurosaki Ji's car had to stop. Even if he accelerated immediately after the train passed by, it would be difficult to catch up with his side who had already sped away without slowing down at all!

Even if he comes, he can organize effective countermeasures...

Boom! ! !

The line of defense is broken.

Under his shocked gaze, the middle two sections of the train flew up with a bang, like building blocks that had been knocked down, and all kinds of goods that could not be named were scattered on the ground, causing a puff of smoke.

"Accelerate! Don't worry about fuel! Even if you burn people, you must speed up!"

"No need."

Compared with Tangsaki Sugiwa, the volume is lower, but the coldness in the voice allows everyone in the car to hear clearly.