Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Jimmy's next plan is to use his contribution points to exchange for one of these cool guns.

Unfortunately, this gun cannot be redeemed with contribution points for the time being.

According to the person in charge of logistics, the gun cannot be mass-produced due to some industrial structure reasons.

The only twelve guns left were made by the mayor himself.

Even the bullets used were not commercially available; they were specially made by the Arkham Research Institute.

Jimmy quickly went upstairs and assembled the gun in his hand.

Soon, a large, cool-looking gun, a full 1.2 meters long and entirely black, appeared in front of Jimmy.

Jimmy, clearly pleased, reached out and stroked the gun before quickly lying down. He then pulled out a microphone about the size of a thumb and said, "Boss, Jimmy is ready."

This small microphone is a short-range radio communication device invented by Su Yi based on the current situation. Its overall effective radius is one kilometer. It does not require any satellites or relays, making it very convenient.

Although it was Su Yi who invented it, due to the situation in the capital, Su Yi had no ability to mass-produce it, so she sent the blueprints here.

Los was overjoyed to receive this item, and then spent a day building a usable prototype, which he then gave to Murthy and the others.

On the other side, Vic first followed Art to the hotel, then hid in the corner of the corridor, and then slightly lifted his coat to reveal a black throwing knife about one and a half palm-lengths long tucked into his waistband.

Art, accompanied by a hotel staff member, walked to the door and asked, "Is anyone here?"

Then a deep voice came from inside the room: "Who is it?"

“People from the Arkham Community Security Bureau are looking for you,” the waiter said.

The person inside the room paused for a moment before asking, "What do you want with me?"

Art said with a smile, "The community is sending warmth. Recently, Arkham has been encouraging outside businessmen to come here to do business. Today we're here to give bread to the businessmen."

After a moment of silence, the person inside opened the door with a click.

The moment the door opened, the person inside was shocked to find that what awaited him was not bread at all, but a tall, muscular, smiling man.

"Oh no!" The man immediately sensed something was wrong and tried to close the door, but Art blocked it.

After confirming that this person was indeed their target, Art smiled and said, "Why are you in such a hurry to close the door? No one can refuse the warmth delivered by our Arkham Community Welfare Bureau!"

The person inside's expression changed drastically, then their face suddenly turned pitch black, and they opened their mouth and spat out a large mouthful of black substance.

Atla grabbed the waiter's body and quickly stepped back to avoid him.

Just by looking at this black thing, you can tell it's not a good thing.

As Art stepped back, the people inside burst out of the door and ran towards the stairs.

Vic, who was waiting there, was quick-witted and nimble. Although he could only throw knives with one hand, he managed to throw three knives in two breaths, blocking the middle-aged man's path.

But the middle-aged man was no ordinary person. At the critical moment, his body took on a strange form, and he managed to dodge the flying knife.

However, in his haste, the throwing knife still managed to cut the skin on his arm.

He rolled over and stood up, ready to kill the ordinary man in a fit of rage, when he found his body beginning to go numb and he lost control.

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"not good!"

In an instant, the middle-aged man smashed through the window and jumped out.

As the glass shattered, the stiff-bodied middle-aged man tumbled to the ground, his face turning black again as he attempted to fight poison with poison.

But at this moment

boom!

A heavy sound came from afar.

Before he could even react, he discovered that his leg had been broken.

Yes, it's broken! This shot not only shattered his leg bone, but also all the muscles in his calf.

He watched as his ankle and foot, covered in bits of flesh and blood, flew off, splattering blood all over the ground.

Chapter 0366 The Sanitation Workers of Arkham

The middle-aged man stared blankly at his flying ankle, still unaware of what had happened.

Because of the numbing poison, he hadn't even felt any pain yet.

When he tried to stand up, he stumbled and fell to the ground. Only then did he look down and realize that his leg below the knee had completely disappeared. On the cross-section of the wound, twisted pieces of flesh and spiraling strands of flesh were clearly visible, and blood was dripping rapidly from them.

"What... happened?"

The middle-aged man didn't even know who was there or what kind of weapon they used to attack him.

"Is it a gun? How can a gun possess such immense power?"

While the middle-aged man was in a daze, he caught a glimpse of the ground to his side out of the corner of his eye.

There was a bullet hole there, about the thickness of a thumb, from which a lot of blue smoke was still emanating.

Following the angle of the bullet hole, he turned his head to look in the opposite direction; his eyesight was still quite sharp, even at level twenty-three.

At this moment, he clearly saw a young man standing up on the rooftop about 100 meters away, holding an enormous gun with a smug smile on his face.

"It actually...it really is a gun." Although he wanted to express his shock, the powerful numbing drug had already begun to take effect, making his mind rigid.

The flying limbs and splattered blood immediately caused a stir among the people around.

But within just two minutes, three patrolling police officers quickly arrived and began to calm the crowd down.

At that moment, Art walked out of the hotel with Vic, and a black car stopped. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the car put the middle-aged man into the car and drove him away.

No sooner had Art and his two companions left than a group of middle-aged men and women dressed as sanitation workers walked over in less than five minutes.

They skillfully picked up the severed limbs, swept away the splattered flesh and blood, removed the bullets embedded in the ground, and then used a special machine to fill and smooth out the bullet holes.

It's clear that their movements are very skilled, and they use a very powerful special cleaning agent.

The bloodstains on the ground, which were difficult to wipe away, were quickly broken down into a transparent liquid after they sprayed some on them. Then, with a wipe of the black cloth, everything was clean again.

In just ten minutes, the street where the incredibly bloody scene had just occurred had returned to normal.

The severed limbs, bits of flesh, and blood had all disappeared, and even the bullet holes from before could not be found, as if nothing had happened here at all.

The surrounding residents and business people left without seeing much, despite the police's vigilance and attempts to disperse them.

However, many people still caught a glimpse of that amazing scene out of the corner of their eyes.

"My God, how did they do that? What is that clear liquid? It's so effective at cleaning blood!" a merchant who had only been in Arkham for a few days exclaimed excitedly.

A young man in a suit sneered, "You look like you've only been here a few days, right? A newbie!"

The young businessman was somewhat surprised: "How did you know?"

The young man in the suit casually said, "This kind of scene is commonplace in Arkham. You know, Arkham is the legendary birthplace of blood healing. No organization in the world understands blood better than them. They have special methods for cleaning blood. Is there a problem?"

The young businessman was taken aback, then scratched his head: "Thank you for your guidance, haha! I had completely forgotten about that!"

As he spoke, he looked around and said, "This place is so lively and bustling, completely different from the backwardness, chaos, and mystery I've heard about."

"That was the old Arkham! The current Arkham, under the leadership of the great mayor, has long since been transformed and reborn!" At this moment, a passing Arkham resident said with a face full of pride and admiration.

The young businessman was somewhat surprised. After the residents left, he whispered, "I've heard that the residents of Arkham are very xenophobic and rarely speak to outsiders!"

The young man in the suit seemed quite willing to explain: "You don't know this, although the residents of Arkham are still very xenophobic, it's much better than before. Most importantly, they have an unparalleled admiration for the mayor. If you want to get help from the locals, praising the mayor in front of them is a good option."

The young businessman was very excited: "I see! You know so much!"

The young man in the suit handed over a business card: "Ximu Tour Guide Agency. We specialize in helping newcomers like you with essential information, familiarizing you with the rules and terrain. Interested? The daily fee is only five Rosa coins."

The young businessman nodded with pleasure after hearing this, extended his hand and asked with a smile, "Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Newton Pava, and yours is..."

The young man in the suit smiled and extended his hand: "Joseph, Joseph Enns."

…………

On the other side, in the backyard of the Arkham Community Security Bureau, on the second basement level.

The Arkham Community Security Office is located at 5477 Hyde Street in the central area, in a new five-story building.

The building is not very large and looks quite ordinary.

What others don't know is that beneath this new building lies a massive underground complex, consisting of five floors.

Each floor houses prisoners of different levels; the greater the threat, the lower the floor.

There are also several underground passages that lead directly to the Arkham Sanatorium, the Arkham Institute, and the Arkham Cultural Bureau, which is headed by Sheena.

Art and his two companions handed the middle-aged man over to Seth, the warden in charge of the prison.

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Seth has now left Arkham Theatre Company and become the warden in charge of the prisoners here.

Strictly speaking, the people at Arkham Theatre today all have their own functions and jobs, and are scattered throughout the various departments of Arkham.

“This is a tough one,” Art said as he handed the person over.

Having completely merged with the Scarlet Executioner, Seth exudes a twisted and chilling aura.

Jimmy and Vic, standing behind Art, didn't dare get too close.

Upon hearing Art's words, Seth chuckled softly, "I like tough guys."

Art warned, "I know your methods, but still be careful. I checked him on the way, and his mind was protected by a powerful person. According to my estimation, he is at least at the demigod level."

Hearing this, Seth was somewhat surprised. He looked down at the middle-aged man, whose whole body was numb but whose eyes were very calm, and then turned to Art and said, "Thanks for the reminder."

Art smiled and said, "There's a cocktail party tomorrow, wanna come?"

Seth's eyes lit up slightly: "If the interrogation goes smoothly, I will definitely be there."

Chapter 0367, Number 2020: Containment Item

After Art and the other two left, Seth casually waved his hand, and a phantom appeared. Then, a large number of scarlet chains appeared, dragging the middle-aged man inside.

The five underground prisons were not as dark and filthy as one might imagine.

On the contrary, the corridor here is very neat and clean, and the gray-black walls on both sides look like individual rooms in an apartment, which are very orderly.

Seth led the middle-aged man into room 2077.

The room wasn't completely empty.