On the other side, in Xiao Liuli's room.

After the battle, Russell's dizziness hit his head again, and it even started to become more serious.

He felt like vomiting...but luckily he had a chip for treatment.

Russell took out the chip box that the inferior gave him, picked out the green chip, and inserted it into the slot of his left arm prosthetic hand.

A warm and firm vague memory flooded into his mind. Along with the hope emerging from the bottom of his heart, Russell's pupils became richer and darker, turning into a rich green that was reminiscent of spring.

Green light danced around him.

Russell's injuries recovered quickly, and in less than half a minute, the wound on his head had completely healed.

Because it was too simple, it even made him feel a little unrealistic.

...If it weren't for the fact that he had no time to insert the chip just now, this blue chip with the psychic ability of "protecting light bullets" might have made his victory easier.

But it seems impractical to accurately swap out the chip you want to use during battle.

Russell pulled the used green chip out of his hand and threw it to the ground.

In fact, only half a minute passed in between.

This chip still has about half of its life left. But when it is withdrawn from the slot, the red light still starts to flash - that is, it cannot be used.

This means it has been used once and was destroyed.

It's just like the kind of blood bottle in RPG games that "can't be drunk separately, you must drink one at a time".

"I always feel that if you use it if your blood is not enough, it will be a bit of a loss..."

Russell complained: "Fortunately, this is free."

"Speaking of which, how do they draw cards accurately on Bad Day?"

Russell tilted his head, a little confused.

Is it really just about the fate of the first card on the right hand?

Use whatever you draw.

This is what is destined to happen...

Or should we just lay them out in order and draw them one by one when the time comes?

But, speaking of it...

...We’ve killed five of them here, why haven’t we received the promised support yet?

Russell was a little worried: "Isn't it the bad guys who are in danger?"

"——Russell?"

At this moment, the voice of the delphinium sounded again.

But it is not as clear as before, but becomes fuzzy and intermittent, like a broadcast that has been interfered by electromagnetic interference.

"...can you hear...Russell?"

"You can hear it!"

"Great, we finally got in touch... Don't be afraid, other enemies... are starting to gather towards the bad guys."

Delphinium's intermittent voice sounded: "There is still interference... Don't go upstairs, go to the lobby and mingle with the civilians... If possible, you can protect yourself... or go somewhere else... The first floor should be safe for the time being."

"Also... don't have any psychological burden..."

The minister comforted him warmly: "A very beautiful and creative counterattack... If it were another person... he probably wouldn't survive...

"I have to go support the inferior side now...can you take care of yourself?"

"There's nothing to worry about. My injuries have been healed."

Russell urged: "No problem here - just go."

He always felt as if his mother was very worried and came over to him, "Mom has to go to work, are you okay at home alone?" And he kept asking over and over again.

-What questions can I have?

I've beaten five against one, and there are still four people on the other side with guns!

Russell even felt a little bloated.

When Delphinium didn't reply, I knew she had probably left.

So Russell took back the saint's beheading and the chip box again.

Standing in a pool of blood, the same masked corpses of gun-wielding thugs, and scattered severed heads... This was such a similar scene before him that Russell was distracted for a moment.

The scenes of yesterday and today overlapped in front of Russell's eyes.

Russell stretched out his left hand to grasp the air, and seemed to feel the coldness and stiffness. He moved his knuckles slightly, and seemed to hear a squeaking sound.

That was the sore sound made yesterday when the cold wind outside the cabin blew continuously and my knuckles were frozen to the point of stiffness.

In the dim room in front of me, the lights were cycled purple and red, but yesterday they were cold colors blown by the cold wind and frozen.

The overlap of blue and red creates a strange psychedelic feeling... just like wearing old-fashioned blue-red 3D glasses.

Russell lowered his head, looking at the pool of blood in front of him. Looking at himself in the pool of blood.

He also seemed to see the messy white hair reflected in the pool of blood.

The next moment, Russell suddenly trembled, his low-hanging tail raised high, and his pupils suddenly turned into vertical pupils——

"——Yo."

Russell's left shoulder was suddenly tapped.

At some point, Bad Day appeared on the right side of Russell's body.

"Our hero..."

Bad Day turned to look at Russell, with the warm smile that had never changed on his face: "How should I say, long time no see?"

"...It's less than a day, so what a long time."

Russell squinted his eyes and looked at him, taking a deep breath: "Have you always been here?"

It wasn't until Delphinium left that Bad Sun finally showed up?

"Not all the time, I'm very busy."

Bad Ri said with a smile: "I came in with you. You didn't notice me. I was wearing a mask and stayed in the hall."

With that said, Bad Ri took out a smiling mask stained with blood, and Xuxu pressed it on his face as a sign.

The smile pattern on the pure white mask almost coincided with the smile on his face.

"...that is to say, when they beat me and shot me with guns, you stood by?"

Russell asked in a low voice: "When I killed them, you just watched like this?"

"I'm watching it very carefully."

Bad Ri also replied softly: "You can't die."

"How do you know I can't die?"

"You can dodge shotgun bullets at a distance of fifteen meters, and chop subsonic missiles with a knife within ten meters. And you have high-quality psychic weapons like 'Saint Beheading'... If you can be beaten by such a few idiots

If you kill him, he will die."

Bad Ri said calmly: "After all, I'm not here to be a nanny. If you are really such a waste and you haven't died yet, I might secretly kill you at some point."

"You really don't know how to chat."

Russell complained: "It's a pity that I didn't fall to death on the airboat. I thought you would be blown down by the wind."

"What if it blows down?"

Bad Sun asked: "What gave you the illusion that a fall of this level can kill me?"

"...Really? How strong are you?"

Russell was a little skeptical, and at the same time tried to find out more information: "Have you passed the Leviathan Wall?"

"Halfway passed."

Unexpectedly, Bad Ri answered unabashedly: "No, more than half. No... eighty percent."

"Are you an eighth-level psyker?"

"You can also say it's level nine, it's not much different. At least level eight psychics are like chickens and dogs in front of me."

"I understand, you are Kanna, right?"

Russell complained.

He gradually relaxed.

Although Bad Day looks really bad, he feels like he should be harmless to himself.

"After all, I'm not here to be a nanny." These words were probably meant to recruit me.
To be continued...