The entity of the monster was wiped out, but the outbreak of the mental storm worsened the situation again.

Those people who had been out of the state of laughing or collapsed or were injured, not long after the transparent storm rolled up, the crazy smiles returned to their faces again.

So everyone should fight, fight, bite, and return to the rhythm of demons dancing wildly. The brief pause just now was regarded as a halftime break, and now the referee blew the whistle again to continue the second half.

Luo Yajun pulled a man who was riding on a girl, flung it aside, shot and broke his leg, and continued to communicate with the correspondent at the headquarters through the headset.

"Haven't arrived yet? Did the headquarters send an ox cart?"

"The commissioner is approaching and is expected to be within five minutes..."

"So does the headquarters know that the situation has changed?" Luo Yajun interrupted impatiently, stepping on the leg of a madman while talking, "The monster has been killed, but the spirit has gone berserk, Some kind of mental storm had formed.

This thing is more powerful than before, and even I have been somewhat affected. "

Luo Yajun had received special training in Secret Service Nine, and he knew what it was like to be affected by an infection source.

Just like now, he felt a certain oppressive atmosphere descending like a black cloud, almost suffocating. The crowd laughing wildly and releasing violence seemed to form a black wall, overwhelming him from all directions.

There was also that penetrating laugh that seemed to permeate people's bones, echoing endlessly in his mind as if playing on a loop.

Even as a special person, he was disturbed, and he couldn't imagine how much impact this storm would have on ordinary people.

There was a noise from the other end of the headset, followed by another voice soon after.

"Agent Luo, this is Miyazaki from the Department of Infection Research, can you hear me?" Professor Miyazaki's voice sounded from the other end.

"Hear, I'm busy breaking my leg."

Luo Yajun broke two more legs while speaking. Infected people can't feel pain, and the trauma can't stop them from laughing wildly, but it can effectively limit their actions and prevent them from continuing to turn the streets into unrestricted free kick competition rings.

"I have only theoretically deduced the release of the spiritual storm by the source of infection. To be honest, it is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes. It is incredible. The power of those ancient existences is really magical..."

"Professor, can you pick the key points? I'm in a hurry here." Luo Yajun interrupted unfriendly.

And for some reason, listening to the professor's voice seemed to excite him a little.

Could this be the legendary scientific madman?

"Okay, okay, then I'll just pick the conclusion." Professor Miyazaki said, "In short, the mental storm cannot be maintained out of thin air. To maintain such an output, there must be a source of infection at the location of the eye of the storm.

Eliminate that source of infection, and the storm will naturally subside. "

"Then I swipe a shuttle bullet into it?"

"No. If a rash long-range strike fails to kill in one blow, it will intensify the scale of the storm and cause even greater irreparable damage."

Luo Yajun's movements paused for a moment, and he turned his head to look at the dark storm.

"That is to say, go to that center to ensure that the source of infection is resolved?"

"Exactly. Someone needs to go in and make sure his head hits the ground."

"But some infected people can't die even if their heads fall, can't they?"

"That's a rare case. Furthermore, even if he can't kill him by beheading, it can prevent the source of infection from sustaining the mental storm, and achieve the effect we want."

Professor Miyazaki paused, and said, "Of course it would be dangerous to do so. The infection intensity of the spiritual storm may be higher than that of conventional infection sources. To be honest, even if a special person enters, I can't predict what the result will be. …”

Luo Yajun was silent for a moment, then smiled lightly.

"Professor, are you euphemistically saying that I might become the same as these people?"

Crazy crowd surrounded him, and the messy neighborhood seemed to turn into some kind of distorted nightclub dance floor, but as the only sober person, he seemed out of place on this huge dance floor.

"I want to remind you that even if you successfully eliminate the source of infection, it may have an irreversible impact on you." Professor Miyazaki said, "Maybe even if you save everyone, when the support team arrives, they may not be able to recover." No......"

"Don't worry."

Luo Yajun lit a cigarette, put the cigarette **** in his mouth, and walked towards the dark and transparent storm while changing the ammunition for the gun.

"I'll save a bullet for myself later if necessary."

After a pause, he grinned broadly.

"Professor, when you tell me this method, you are implying that this is what I should do, right?"

"I didn't say that. I just told you the solution and the stakes. As for what measures to take, it's your own business..."

Immediately after the line was cut, a crisp female voice sounded in the headset.

"Wait there for backup, this is an order."

That was Chen Meiyue's voice. Although she is much younger than Luo Yajun, she is his boss.

Luo Yajun smiled.

"Orders? You know that kind of thing can't restrain me." He lit a cigarette, and continued to walk towards the center of the storm with slow but firm steps. "If I really want to obediently obey orders and follow the rules and regulations, I should be You are superior."

Chen Meiyue's voice slowed down a bit.

"Brother Luo, you don't need to go. The support is coming soon, and the team at the headquarters is also studying whether there are other countermeasures..."

"Even if there is, we can't wait any longer." Luo Yajun interrupted her and said calmly, "Professor Miyazaki is right, this is the best solution at the moment, and I happen to be the most suitable candidate.

My time has long been stagnant, I work in nine places, and the only purpose of living to this day is to find a suitable destination.

If today is that time, it is a worthy death. I will not regret nor regret, and no one will regret for me. "

He grinned broadly, took a deep drag on his cigarette, and tossed the **** aside.

"Because people who would feel sorry for me...are the **** under six feet."

After speaking, he cut off the communication without giving a chance to reply.

At this time, he was already close to the periphery of the storm. The companion's voice disappeared from the headset, and layers of wild laughter followed. Distorted phantoms began to appear in front of his eyes. There were men and women, old people and children, all with horrifying and distorted smiles on their faces.

And that's just at the outermost edge. He didn't know if he would be safe and sound if he went in here, but he didn't care.

Because like he's coming to this casino tonight, he doesn't need a reason for what he's doing, it's just a whim. Even if it is destroyed, he doesn't care.

Ending this disaster alone ~lightnovelpub.net~ and then drinking a bullet sounds like a cool and cool way to die.

The corner of his mouth hooked.

Definitely deserved death.

But Luo Yajun never expected that he would not get this chance to act aggressive in the end.

He felt a tightness in his ankle. Before he had time to realize whether this was a hallucination, a huge force pulled him to the ground, and then dragged him far away from the storm, and was finally thrown head down and feet up Hanging upside down under a street lamp.

"What are you doing...!?"

Luo Yajun, who looked like a tragic hero going to death, put on a good pretense halfway through but was broken, and even hung the golden hook upside down in such an unrefined posture, his face suddenly couldn't hold it.

He tried his best to look in the direction of the bottom of his feet, only to see the bat monster standing on top of his own street lamp. He looked down at himself, his black cloak like a battle banner in the storm.

Batman pulled back Luo Yajun who was about to die with a claw gun, and hung him upside down on the lamp post.

"What are you doing?" Luo Yajun was furious, "There is no time, someone must stop that source of infection. I have to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Batman had already jumped down. The dark knight didn't say a word, ignored his yelling, and strode towards the center of the storm with strides.

Luo Yajun was stunned.

This guy...does he intend to save himself, and then wants to go to danger instead of himself?

"Wait!" Luo Yajun struggled desperately, trying to stop the bat pretending to be crazy, "Come back!"

But still no answer.

The Dark Knight disappeared into the storm, leaving only his solid back with his cloak flying.