Chapter 388 The mental illness can be cured for you!
Chapter 388 Even mental illness can be cured for you!
Perhaps it was the first time he saw such a fearless guy in the face of danger. Without saying a word, the clown raised his weapon and gave Chen Mo some juice to eat. Then Chen Mo directly pulled out a big gun from his hand and sent the stupid young man into the sky.
The other gangsters who heard the gunshots wanted to come over to help, but they were stabbed clean by the ancient Greek ninja who jumped from the roof using the flying thunder god technique.
"These guys are really weak!"
"Qiang, he's still on his way, don't worry yet!"
Chen Mo grabbed the clown's body with great interest in front of a group of frightened monks, and then a light of redemption shone down, and the lifeless clown who had just stretched his legs and stared at him instantly came back to life.
"Wang Defa!"
Before the clown could react when he opened his eyes again, he was shot down by Chen Mo again.
"There is a lady here, can you please be civilized?"
The corpse of the clown who was beaten to death was still twitching. Under the horrified eyes of the monks, he was pulled up again.
"What the hell!"
"boom!"
"Civilization, civilization, how many more times do I need to say it?"
After being resurrected for the fourth time, the clown's eyes immediately became weird when he looked at Chen Mo. Before Chen Mo could say anything, the clown raised the gun in his hand and shot himself in the mouth.
Because of the headshot, the opponent's blood and brains were sprayed all over the floor, but before these things landed, the clown came to life again.
"uh-huh?"
The clown who opened his eyes again and saw Chen Mo was really a little panicked at the moment. He was crazy, but not stupid. To put it bluntly, his eyesight was better than that of many normal people. His memory of when he was killed several times before was so clear.
, the clown, who knew he was in trouble, said nothing this time, picked up the troll and beat his head to pieces.
It was no use just being smashed, blood was flowing on the ground, and he was pulled up again.
"I could do this all day!"
Chen Mo yawned and sat on the table to signal the clown to continue.
Then the other party took out a grenade from his pocket, laughed loudly, took off the ring, and released the safety. The old monks who were watching were so pissed that before they could crawl out, the grenade blew up the clown's arms and legs.
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But it was still useless. After a flash of light, the clown appeared in front of everyone intact.
Maybe it was too exciting, maybe it was too bloody. In short, before the clown said anything, several older monks couldn't bear it any longer. They rolled their eyes and covered their chests and fell down on the chairs.
Then these few people were also pulled up by Chen Mo.
"I'm telling you, as long as I'm here today, Satan won't be able to take you away even if he comes, I said so!"
Chen Mo looked like he was leaving everything to me, but the onlookers were trembling with fear and did not dare to express their anger. They could only smile and nod, saying that you are an angel and I will listen to you in everything!
As for the clown, seeing that he could not die, he immediately wanted to run out, but was shot down again.
After pulling the other person up again, Chen Mo told the other person quite arrogantly.
At this moment, your life is under my control!
But the clown obviously didn't want to give up hope. Seeing that he couldn't die or run away, he simply chose another method!
Crazy!
"I'm good at this, too, for mental illness. Leave it to me and I'll cure it with the medicine!"
Without saying a word, Chen Mo shot the other person's head off with another shot.
Then he pulled it up, and before the clown could say anything, he continued to shoot, and then continued to hit the head!
The whole church was like a slaughterhouse, with the blood of clowns everywhere. The monks who were watching were still frightened at first, but later on, everyone got used to it, and several guys even got into fights because it was so boring to watch.
Snoring!
I don't know how many times I died, but I only know that the bullet casings under Chen Mo's feet were almost piled up to his knees. He jumped to the clown repeatedly before life and death, but he finally couldn't bear it anymore!
"Stop fighting, please!"
How to put it this way, mental illness also has limits, but from the moment Chen Mo chooses not to be a human being, he has no limits. Therefore, compared with the clown who has limits and Chen Mo who has no limits, the clown loses in the end!
What frightened him even more was that his illness was almost cured. After all, no matter how outrageous the sufferings of his childhood were, they were of no use to the stimulation of being repeatedly shot in the head and resurrected.
"My lord, please let me go!"
"I didn't do anything else to you. Why are you crying? I'm helping you see a doctor!"
"My illness has been cured. Please, I don't need to look at you anymore!"
Looking at the crying clown, Chen Mo nodded. If Bateman could do this himself, would the criminals in Gotham still need to be caught and released by him?
"Sir, what exactly do you want me to do? You can tell me! I just ask you to free me!"
Seeing the clown's remorseful look, Chen Mo nodded repeatedly. He had saved another lost soul. It was a pity that Bateman was not here, but it was okay. He was with me this time. I believe that the other person would mature quickly.
Get up!
"Actually, I don't ask you to do much. That is, whatever you did in Gotham in the past, you can do whatever you want in the future. Just follow my orders!"
"???"
The clown looked at Chen Mo and almost wanted to rush up and fight this guy. What do you mean? It's the same as before. Then didn't I die in vain after all these times?
"It's not a vain death. At least your illness is cured, isn't it? Also, don't call me a clown again from now on. It's too unpleasant!"
"Then what's my name?"
"Pale Knight!"
Chen Mo raised his hand and cast a beam of light on the clown, frightening the clown so much that he thought he was going to die again.
"This light is my blessing to you. With this light, no matter how far you run in the future, as long as you die, you will be resurrected here immediately!"
Chen Mo explained to the other party very carefully, and after listening to the clown, ah no, the pale knight, the expression on his face instantly dropped as if his wife had died.
"If you don't believe it, it's okay. Let's test it first. Then I'll take a plane to Afghanistan, and then you'll see if you will be resurrected in my place!"
"No, no, sir, everything is at your discretion!"
"Okay, remember, you can continue to do your thing, but remember not to harm innocent civilians. As for the gangsters, I don't care!"
"I understand, sir, how long do I want to do this?"
"Fuck until a middle-aged man who likes to wear black tights and a bat mask and who has terminal throat cancer comes to your door! Remember, this guy is very good at fighting and has countless high-tech equipment, so you have to do your best
Totally ready!”
"I see!"
The pale knight smiled bitterly and nodded, and then Chen Mo took him to the place where the gangsters kept their money.
"You can use these banknotes as you wish. Remember, I only want the boy in tights. If you can't complete the task, you will know!"