After arranging a truck, Di Crocodile smashed the next one.

"I don't know if the Knicks and the others are going well. With so many cars, when will they be driven?"

"Come on, don't hesitate, if you can get one out, it will be counted as one." Qi Shenggu frowned and urged. It was very difficult to find the key corresponding to the cargo compartment in the whole plate of keys. Qi Shenggu finally found the correct one. Unscrew the glass dish and look for the next one.

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After Eris passed the key plate to Qishenggu, he stood by the window and retrieved his own cursed thread.

On the dimly lit ground lay many people in factory uniforms, almost all of their bodies smashed by shotguns.

Eris turned to look at the puppet master.

This time they brought all the puppet master's belongings, and all the beautiful dolls in the window were emptied. Although the puppeteer seemed indifferent, Eris knew that those dolls were his painstaking efforts for several years.

This is the factory room.

The puppet master sat in front of the computer and inserted the USB flash drive he brought into the host computer. He quickly cracked the security network and picked out the data he needed to copy.

"Synthetic factor... immortal undead." While copying, the puppet master caught a glimpse of a line of special potion instructions in a series of dense materials.

"Artificial synesthesia." The puppet master thought for a while, "Ai Lian still wants to make an artificial messenger... a mad woman."

After the data was downloaded, the puppeteer put away the device: "Eris, go."

"Oh!" Eris picked up the shotgun and jumped up, walked ahead to clear the way, put his hand on the window sill, and turned out from the window, with a cursed gold thread hanging on his body to prevent him from falling.

The puppet master also jumped from a height, and when Eris landed, he used the j1 ability chess piece as a substitute. In an instant, Eris and the puppet master switched positions, the puppet master landed calmly, and Eris fell from mid-air. On the ground, the puppet master grabbed the golden thread wrapped around his body, dangling like a puppet, and then landed firmly beside the puppet master.

Eris raised the shotgun with both hands excitedly: "Oye, do it again!"

The puppet master dragged him and walked quickly to the playground. It's still too slow to open the cargo compartment of more than 300 trucks with only two, so we have to help as soon as possible.

The showers didn't stop, and the dawn sky was as dark as night, their clothes were soaked, and the water ran down their cheeks into their clothes.

There are no lights around, and there is a faint pressure approaching in the dark.

Eris stopped abruptly, raised his head leisurely with a shotgun, and stuck out his tongue with thin lines: "Knicks, there is someone who doesn't know who wants to stop us."

The puppet master also felt the pressure, made a rough estimate in his heart, and said lightly: "You will come and meet later."

"I want to..." Eris watched the puppet master leave until the back of the puppet master was covered by darkness.

"...Follow you." He muttered the second half of the sentence he hadn't said yet, turned low and released a strand of gold thread, wrapped around the high building railing, and carried his body up.

"Damn, hate the Knicks for a minute."

As a result, I didn't write the paragraph I wanted to write today, damn it! Next chapter!

Chapter 202

Eris landed on the balcony on the third floor of the abandoned factory building. There was a black figure squatting on the railing of the drying tower twenty meters away. The alpha backlight faced him, and behind him slowly stretched out a thick, golden-blue Scaled tail.

The man suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of orange-red eyes gleaming in the rainy night, the pupils elongated into a vertical line like a snake, and the thin lips were slightly opened, revealing the scarlet color of the mouth.

"The Spellcaster." Alpha's stern eyes traced Eris' body, "The full mimetic messenger type... It doesn't look very powerful, hehe, is the main body actually a sunny doll." He stretched out a slender brown-gold color Arms, claw-like fingertips pinched the sunny doll, shoddy made of waste hemp rope and white plastic bags, and swayed contemptuously in front of Eris.

"Who are you?"

"3316, Velociraptor a3."

The research institute's unique positioning ring is buckled on the neck of the velociraptor, which can track the position of the subject at any time. If the subject runs rampant and does not obey the control, the positioning ring will inject a high dose of anesthetic into the back of its neck, or even infective drugs.

"Uncle, it's a curse doll. Such an outdated provocation, are you still living before the Industrial Revolution." Eris raised his light green pupils to look at him, picked up the shotgun, put his wrist on the barrel, tilted his head and smiled, The corners of the bright red lips split long into the cheek sockets.

The velociraptor's eyes flashed fiercely, and its developed and powerful hind legs slammed, jumping over the guardrail and jumping towards Eris' position, Eris rolled over and jumped back, and shot the raptor with his backhand. The landing failed to touch the closest point of Eris, and both feet stood firmly on the balcony railing.

Eris snapped his fingers with spherical joints. The bad luck of the j1 differentiation ability came and quietly activated. The railings under the raptor's feet suddenly aged and cracked. He stood unsteady. His arms led the whole body to turn back to the balcony.

The Velociraptor couldn't touch Eris for a while, and faced the opponent's long-range weapon, muttering in his heart. He knew that the messenger-type experimental subjects could use the driving objects of the corresponding driver. Generally speaking, the damage caused by the driving objects to the experimental subjects is very serious, and it is difficult to heal quickly.

While he was thinking of a countermeasure, Eris suddenly stuck his head out from the balcony on the upper floor and shot him.

The Velociraptor was startled and ducked to the back of the old iron gate. The shotgun disperse into tiny beads and made a loud and shattering sound on the iron gate, but the damage caused was not as powerful as the Velociraptor imagined.

"It's not a driving object...?" The raptor swept the dust off his shoulders and buckled the bullet embedded in the thick skin. His body was extremely tough, and ordinary firearms could not penetrate at all, and the speed of movement was extremely fast. above the crocodile.

"Ang, this is a toy given to me by the Knicks." Eris smiled at him while lying on the balcony: "The driving thing? You don't deserve to appreciate his artwork."