latent syndrome.

Doomsday not only intensified the change of people, but also the changes of landscape, physics and space.

It's just that people who are all in one specific place can't perceive this fact, and the chain saw has been traveling in many places for so long, he understands that the formation of the supercontinent is not due to some damn plate drift.

The chainsaw used its power to shake away the haze of nuclear winter on the dark sky, revealing the colorful and bright night sky of the Milky Way, which is magnificent and magnificent.

It is submerged disease.

Abyssal disease has changed the global landscape, and at one center, Destroyer Zone 33, was the last nuclear strike in Doomsday.

Because they were the last to be destroyed, the reason why they had about 10 minutes to counterattack was that they suffered the least damage, or were not harmed, as if there was a strange force sheltering that place.

And there is like the heart of the abyss, sucking all the continents like a vortex, gathering and gathering everything to it, forming a super continent.

The chainsaw wandered around, and gradually discovered the fact that everything is pulled there at a constant speed, no matter how far or near, no matter how high or low, they are all being pulled towards that place, just like the celestial bodies are moving away from other things at a constant speed. All celestial bodies in general.

It's a weird, reverse expansion.

His conjecture seemed to be confirmed, when he tore apart the night, it was a brilliant sea of ​​stars that he had never seen before.

But this beauty is extremely deadly.

The distance between the earth and the moon has shortened, and all other distant and vast stars have become more shining than before, and everything, even everything, is being pulled towards that place at a uniform speed.

In less than a moment, the wind and cloud converged, and the haze of nuclear winter covered the sky, and the place became pitch black. Only the motorcycle headlights illuminated the blood-stained road, and countless fine ashes danced in the beam of light.

The chainsaw kicked off the motorcycle kickstand and stopped.

Maybe there is still some time in this universe. He looked at the ugly scab on his arm that had been backlashed by the vision. He didn't have much time for himself and humans.

Only by opening up another world, a heaven of eternal bliss, a space that is completely independent and self-contained, only in this way can we escape this catastrophe.

He found that there were many such cases in the last era. It is actually simple to open up such a place. It only needs to gather the same subconscious minds on a large scale to form a cluster of consciousness. Innumerable times, the real world, the purest natural things are split, and a place that is completely different from the rules of the natural world is formed.

So far, the research on the chain saw has been very smooth. Through the collection of former SCT and former countermeasure bureau researchers, let them implant the consciousness of the captured people, and then connect them together through a specific method. The world can be created naturally.

But at this point, it has fallen into a bottleneck that cannot be broken through, because even if it is independent, it has not been separated from the original root, and can still be affected and invaded by outsiders, a hidden and invisible original thing, still interfering.

Nothing can be taken out of there. …

There is only one last step, which is to completely close and isolate this kind of world, but it is as difficult as reaching the sky.

Before those researchers were done, he had to stop chaos from corrupting this last hope.

As the intelligence said.

The chain saw came to the place where the inch-headed men were making trouble. It was night, and the surroundings were extremely quiet and quiet. In the end of the world, there were no sounds of insects or birds, only silence.

It's like being in a horror movie shooting scene, the only difference is that there is no crew member, only one person, and the motorcycle with the chainsaw is parked outside a huge air-raid shelter, and the headlights of the motorcycle reflect the scene of a very short distance inside the cave.

They were all corpses with their heads shaved into shorts, spread out in disorder at the entrance of the air-raid shelter, a mass of blood and flesh, and in a large area around, there was only a chainsaw.

He received news that there were monsters with inch heads attacking his stronghold, but this shouldn't be the case. Could it be that these guys were killed by someone else?
Just when the chainsaw was confused.

There was a sound of howling wind from the depths of the air-raid shelter, blowing extremely loudly, and the bleak meaning made this place that was originally like a ghost movie look even more eerie.

Chainsaw frowned.

Then, he saw a person slowly coming out of the air-raid shelter. It was a man wearing a wide Fedora hat and a tattoo of the original manuscript on his face.

"I see."

Chainsaw figured it all out in a flash, and it was a worthwhile trip, the two most important things coming together.

"It was you who controlled a group of people, forcibly shaved them into this kind of hair, and then released a message to lure me here deliberately, right?"

"You are the killer from Area Thirty."

Chainsaw recalled the characteristics of the killer described in the information, no different from the tall man in front of him, he didn't understand why he wanted to find him and kill him.

"Yes."

"You are very perceptive."

"Is there anything to say?"

Arnold hadn't loaded bullets into the revolver magazine yet, even at this juncture, he took out the bullets from the cracked leather coat pocket slowly, and put them into the six-round revolver magazine one by one slowly.

The chainsaw glanced at the vision that was gnawing at him on his arm again, and then glanced at Arnold carefully, suddenly felt a little familiar, reacted after a while, and said with some surprise: "So it's you, the man on TV .”

Arnold was a little puzzled.

"television?"

He doesn't remember what a Hollywood movie star he is.

"It was more than a year ago, that person was publicly tried, and in the last few minutes, there was a picture of you on TV."

"You are from SCT, right?"

Chainsaw thinks it makes some sense now, and he still underestimated SCT. They are far from terrorists who only long for a dictatorial world. What they are after is another kind of thing. He killed himself who brought hope to this desperate situation.

"Yes."

"I'm from SCT."

"If you want to complain, blame you people for being too ambitious."

Arnold finally reloaded the revolver, but he didn't raise the gun immediately, his arms were still vertical, and he stared at the chainsaw coldly.

"Do not."

"The result hasn't come out yet, has it?"

"You can't assume you've won."

"Your arrival gave me a very good hint."

"That's my research. It is indeed effective and will be successful."

Chainsaw said that, he knew his abilities. Although he ruled almost one-third of the wasteland, apart from himself, there was no one under him who could deal with the countermeasures and SCT.

The reason why someone with such a high degree comes to kill him can only explain one point, his own research seriously threatens SCT.

"Do you want me to tell you the truth?"

"The truth is extremely cruel."

"Do you really want to know?"

Arnold's tone is extremely cold. Although the fate of these people cannot be revealed, it is also part of the original.

No one can disobey the original.

Just like no one can disobey, you are born as a human being.