All Worlds Madhouse

This does sound a bit irresponsible.

However, there is nothing that can be done about it, because now, it seems that apart from Hannibal's 'super brain', there is no other chance to compete with the white bear.

His power is so terrifying that it has reached the highest level that this plane can bear. All calculations and conspiracies are of no use in front of this giant. He cannot trap, kill, or defeat. Moreover, as long as he is caught, When it comes to you, it's a one-hit kill.

Therefore, everyone worked hard to rescue Hannibal. As for whether he can really be resurrected, they can only try hard. Anyway, if he cannot be resurrected, the final result will be death.

What? You said you've been hiding?

Stop making trouble, with that woman Salina here, it's all pointless to hide wherever you want.

Without further ado, the chubby uncle sighed helplessly. At the same time, Quinn walked over to the corpse and placed one hand on its head.

"Get ready. I'll count to three."

Hannibal closed his eyes.

"three"

"two"

"one"

In an instant, the uncle collapsed to the ground as if he had lost his soul, and Quinn immediately activated the skill [Rebirth].

However, nothing happened.

Hannibal's body still lay there, unchanged.

Everyone was stunned.

"What? What's going on?" Old Joey asked.

Quinn looked at her palms as if she had failed.

"Forehead"

There was silence.

Well, this sudden change in style is indeed a bit unacceptable, but as I said before, Quinn's [Rebirth] ability can only be used on human bodies that still have consciousness, and Hannibal stuffed his own consciousness into After entering the original body, if you think about it, his body didn't even have a heart, and his brain was frozen for several hours. His consciousness probably stayed in that cold brain flower for half a second, and then disappeared.

Therefore, Quinn could only save Hannibal at that moment by activating his abilities. The chance of this was very low. It was not just about skill and tacit understanding, but also luck.

Well, as you can see, the goddess of luck does not seem to favor these people this time.

"What does it mean to fail?" Old Joey not only came over and asked.

"As far as I know, consciousness cannot exist without a carrier. Although there have been reports of consciousness floating alone in space, Hannibal probably does not have this ability yet," Shirley said.

"Um, so, what does that mean?"

"It means that Hannibal is dead, both physically and mentally."

Shirley explained, a feeling of despair began to spread among everyone.

Gordon looked at Hannibal's body on the ground stupidly.

"Is this... the end?"

No one answered. It seemed that all the plans, hopes, and beliefs were thrown to the ground in an extremely ridiculous manner at this moment, and were trampled to pieces with spiked shoes.

But at this moment.

A series of footsteps came from behind everyone. Along with the footsteps, there was also a very incredible voice.

The reason why this voice is incredible is that, although it is just one sentence, it is a fusion of at least twenty or thirty voices. These voices have the same tone at the same time, but they are spoken at the same time from different people's mouths, forming a whole A chaotic, but extremely consistent sound.

Quinn had heard this form of voice, a long time ago, when Hannibal was still his enemy.

"I knew this method of resurrection was unreliable."

Those voices said, and then, many people appeared at the factory gate one after another. Among them were old and young, male and female, with different ages and clothes, but the same expression appeared on their faces. That's just a touch of disgust.

"Are you Han Hannibal?"

Gordon had obviously never seen such a formation before. He swallowed and mustered up the courage to ask.

"Of course." Dozens of people said at the same time. At that scene, the more timid people were probably so scared that they sat on the ground: "Fortunately, during this period of time, my hive consciousness has been improved a bit, and I have also reserved some backup in advance. body, otherwise, how dare I let you play like this?"

Quinn pinched her waist impatiently: "Okay, okay, of course I know you have a back-up plan, otherwise how could I bet on your life so casually~"

She seemed confident that way, but her tone was false: "Then stop talking nonsense and do it again quickly. The ability was not successfully used just now, so I can continue. Hmm." She probably glanced at the crowd in front of her. : "It can continue more than thirty times, and one of us will always succeed."

At this moment, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and no one cared about Quinn's behavior of disregarding the life and death of his teammates.

Without further ado, an old lady walked over first, then fell to the ground with a thud, and Quinn activated her ability again.

one second later

"Next"

She shouted, and then a homeless man came over again.

Just like that, more and more people fell to the ground, and Quinn no longer felt any psychological pressure. He used [Rebirth] again and again. Anyway, in this warehouse, Quinn and about thirty Hannibals started queuing up at night. Injection' game.

To be on the safe side, after more and more of him were lying on the ground, Hannibal was afraid that the thirty or so people were not enough for Quinn, so he spread his thoughts out and found more people to fill the inventory. .

And while all this was going on in an orderly manner, more than ten kilometers away, on the top floor of the dilapidated municipal building.

Because of Salina's momentary displeasure, there are no living creatures here anymore, and because of the white bear's jump, the entire building seemed to have been bombed by a missile. Half of the walls fell off, and all the rooms inside were exposed to the gloomy atmosphere. in the night.

Selina and Bai Xiong were currently in this dilapidated building, looking at a portable computer on the table that still had power.

On the computer screen was a map of the city. Among the dense street charts, a small red dot was flashing gently.

"In the suburbs, on the river bank surrounding the city, judging from the location, it should be a processing factory or warehouse." Salina said.

"Could it be a trap?" Bai Xiong asked.

Selina shook her head: "It hasn't been moved for three hours. The monitor is implanted in the fundus of the eye. They don't have time to check it, let alone do surgery to remove it."

"That is to say."

"That is to say, if we go now, we can hold them all to death there."

Selina said with a smile. Above the sky, the clouds collided slightly, sending out the first lightning that tore the night apart.

It lit up the night sky, and also illuminated Salina's bright red dress and her ridiculously beautiful face.

In an instant, it rained heavily.