latent syndrome.

Chapter 135 134. Scarface
Thermal energy is converted into mechanical energy...

submerged disease.

imaginary world.

The deep world is projected into the present world.

Spiritual suggestion transformed into vision.

Beyond matter, beyond ideas.

Thermal energy is converted into mechanical energy...

Countless crawling and grabbing bodies screamed in despair as they burned, the inexhaustible fire made the crisp sound of burning bark, and the hiss of the countless cortical fat evaporating, and the sound of growing up. Thousands of stacked and staggered shouts that echoed from all directions seemed to come from the torture chamber.

Echoes, shouts, roars, screams, the karmic fire that is constantly consuming the sea of ​​people.

thermal energy...

Contains heat energy of infinite anger, grief, fear, and hatred.

Like making insect specimens, iron thorns are pierced through a stable structure, and human specimens are erected on a metal base.

Orchestra.

Scalpels, tweezers, scissors, pliers, tool hammers, spring hooks, dilators.

Wire Knife Roll.

Mechanical energy……

Contains the mechanical energy of self-torture, pain, tyranny, and killing.

"I must be fucking crazy..."

"It must be crazy..."

Colin murmured twice.

……

Violet is like an alchemist, using an induction cooker to cook a pot of black soup containing snake and frog poison sacs, red prescription psychotropic drugs, and a hodgepodge of many unknown plants.

"meditation."

"Open the channel, use flesh and blood as the medium, connect to the deep world, and you will fall into a trance, but that doesn't matter, in a trance."

"The will returns to the truth."

she said so.

……

cack cack...

Colin's arm turned into an enamel bone knife, and it directly smeared his own neck. With a click, blood sprayed everywhere, and the painful red pulp spread out like a spring, and the entire car seat was drenched like a fire sprinkler. A piece of blood red.

But still almost.

The most important thing is missing.

Johnny was killing in front, less than 100 meters away from Colin.

step by step...

Ke Lin stared at the tyrannical picture scroll in front of him, maybe that was Johnny's domain, he used his will to create the real world and infect the material domain around him.

As if possessed by a demon, his eyes were empty, his eyes were completely dull, his hands were completely disengaged from the steering wheel, and the scene in his eyes began to deform and change.

Functional and productive flesh and blood have replaced the materialistic and natural perspective of the flesh.

People invent things, and they are also invented by things. People operate machines, and machines also shape people who operate machines.

"Are you a catalyst, or an invention, or a useless froth created by experimentation."

"Or maybe all three."

The car radio heard the current noise of poor communication, and a few seconds later, disco music came from inside, and the pixels on the display screen of the car map became quite bad, with noisy color blocks like a DVD card jumping, and then...

A strange insect jumped out, with compound eyes, mouthparts, tentacles, appendages, and chitinous carapace.

"muti... crown."

Colin gasped for breath and began to hallucinate, and a hoarse and enthusiastic radio host announced from the car radio.

[Dear friends, for your entertainment. 】

[I am honored to introduce you to this guy who just went to hell recently. 】

[Indiscriminate killer, Colin! 】

Colin's dynamic pixel portrait began to appear on the car screen. Although the picture quality was blurred like an arcade game in the last century, it could still be recognized from the facial features, as well as the horrible scar from the eyes to the corner of the mouth. In the picture, Colin was grinning.

The road has also begun to change, the starting line with black and white grids, professional track signs, red and green stock indexes?Track flag?

Scattered on the street... the living dead holding various protest signs, environmentalism, burn all books to save the forest, animal protectionism, want Southeast Asian child labor to die instead of crocodiles, LGBTQIAPKD, etc. cover everything in the universe NGOs, and stockbrokers in suits and ties with greasy hair.

All of them have such an idiot face that you want to crush them with tires.

The moment this idea sprouted.

ah ah ah...

The vehicle under Colin...

There was an extremely evil and strange roar, resounding through the entire block.

Those were eight blood collection tubes made of metal, which were inserted into Colin's arms and spine, continuously collecting blood as power.

Grotesque and ugly blood vessels wrapped around the entire body, causing the outer shell to sag and bulge and deform, turning it into a gorgeous and useless gothic instrument. The four distorted L-shaped exhaust pipes sprayed out... blood.

And the whole body was burning with blood-red karmic fire, and one could still hear... the sound of fat people cracking and bursting.

Colin finally heard clearly what that demonic roar was. It was not the sound of an engine, but the howling, shouting, roaring, and mourning of countless people overlapping each other.

It's like a bloody knife.

With pain as the driving force, the tyranny of the soul feeds back to reality.

This is the imaginary world?Or the Real?
Colin was a little confused.

But there was no doubt that Colin had his, the chariot.

The host's enthusiastic broadcast sound came from the car radio.

[This competition has finally reached the final stage. 】

[Johnny Francesca, players who will be promoted from other divisions start the final battle for hegemony. 】

[The rules...that is, there are no rules! 】

[Not even a fucking end! 】

[The first person to accumulate 1000000 points will win! 】

[Each NGO member killed will get 100 points. 】

[You can also directly kill another player to win. 】

[Now let everyone bathe in the flames! 】

"Ah ah ah..."

Johnny's face was crazy, his slender tongue flicked his saliva, and Colin's head on the screen was grinning. He was so angry that his brain was full of blood, his forehead was full of bulging veins, and the scorpion tattoo that spread to his face made him look like a scorpion. Even crazier.

Without hesitation, he picked up the machine gun, stretched out of the car and shot at Colin who was clenching behind him.

"I remember your stupid face, I said, I remember you bastard!"

pound pound pound...

It was simply the fixed-point blasting of a strategic bomber. Hundreds of warheads comparable to missiles were all blasted on the Colin car, and thick smoke with blue electric light exploded, and it exploded...

The blood splattered, the exaggerated amount of bleeding was like crushing an elephant with a hydraulic press, and the whole car was a kind of evil life form.

Although it was blown to pieces, it was able to heal itself.

Colin didn't hesitate anymore. His boots and accelerator were completely welded to death. With the howling of the engine, the speed of the car instantly soared to [-] yards. He didn't even know whether he was driving a car or a rocket. The scene on both sides of the street changed instantly Grabbing is a floating illusion, even if a tire scratches a stone, it will fucking take off.

boom!
Colin's car slammed into the rear of Johnny's car, flipped him over and flew him tens of meters away, and smashed into the shell of an office building with a bang, bursting out a large amount of dust, rocks and dust.

And Ke Lin also followed closely. When his vehicle passed by, all the blood-red fires were burning, and the bursting of human fat and fat, as well as the mournful cry could be faintly heard.

buzzing...

The burning white flames of Johnny's car are even better, and the tires are spinning crazily. It is unimaginable that the exaggerated speed beyond the common sense of physics climbed out of the sunken building shell, and then drove against the building shell at [-] degrees. .

When Colin saw the pillar of the building, he slammed into it without any hesitation. As the tires spun wildly, the whole body began to tilt until it was completely erect, and then drove up vigorously, flying completely vertically on the building.

At the same time, he also took out the submachine gun that he didn't like to use on the co-pilot. Red blood vessels spread all over the gun, and the gun's muzzle was steaming with howling blood-red fire.

Da da da……

Colin sticks his gun out of the car window, and on a violent rainy night, he races against the building and shoots at Johnny above him like a madman.

(End of this chapter)