Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

"Really"

Blood hated on Mercedes-Benz, Lin Hun wry smile on his face.

He never thought that Chan Hanya who woke up would be able to say such a thing.

He raised his hand and looked at Chan Hanya with the (*^▽ ^*) expression on the back of his left hand, and sighed helplessly.

This little girl didn't know if she was dependent on herself.

I met Cicada Qinran and after a few casual conversations, he returned to his left hand.

The expression has also changed from the appearance of Tsundere at the beginning to the happy smiley face now.

"She seems to like to be in my body. Is it because of the blood?"

Just now Cicada Hanya appeared, Lin Hun found that not only her size has grown a lot, but her strength has also become stronger.

"Six-Eight-Seven" can not only use the blood ghost domain, but also release the blood fog ability similar to the fog of whispers.

To some extent.

At this time, Chan Hanya had been contaminated by him and began to gradually change into his shape.

This gave Lin Hun a new understanding of the power of his organs.

Under the reverse erosion of the power of the organ, not only the curse items will be surrendered, but even the complete deception will gradually change.

Become similar to him.

Become dependent on him.

Betrayed.

"This power is good or bad, but I like it!"

With a grin, Lin Hun turned the accelerator, and the speed of Blood Hatred increased by another gear.

The Southern Suburb Pier was not close to Moon Bay where he was, so he set off without waiting for it to be too dark.

Along the way, he found that there are still many people in this city busy.

These people are all wearing uniforms and armed, and their busy positions are usually various technology companies.

They disassembled the equipment of these companies, loaded them and pulled them away.

Because it was about to get dark, these people's movements seemed a bit rush, but there was no chaos, and they worked in an orderly manner.

"Are they from the shelter?"

Lin Hun, who has the authority of urban legends, is invisible to these ordinary people.

Although the engine of the blood hate was loud, it did not attract anyone's attention.

"It looks like they are doing pretty well.

After a simple glance at these people, Lin Hun found that these people's faces were pretty good.

Although their expressions are a bit nervous, what is shining deep in their eyes is a ray of hope.

"good."

With a slight smile, Lin Hun turned the front of the car and headed towards the suburbs of Nanxiao.

The development of the shelter is good for him.

Because the shelter wants to continue to operate, it is necessary to continue to maintain the city's infrastructure.

Water conservancy, electricity, network, communication.

These infrastructures are closely related to life, even Lin Hun cannot use it.

He even suspected that the lost infrastructure has not stopped running, and it has a lot to do because he still lives here.

The shelter will not consume manpower for no reason to run these infrastructures in the city.

But if it is for him, then everything makes sense.

In any case, he is also the number one player in the rankings.

Although he refused to join the organization, he did not break his face with the organization, and even bought the city a week of absolute safety.

The country will naturally show it to him.

Letting the city's infrastructure work is a way for the other party to express goodwill.

The organization didn't mention this kind of thing, and Lin Hun didn't ask again.

The two maintain a silent tacit understanding.

This is why Lin Hun gave it to Yan Wanguifa.

The blood hate the motorcycle is marching, and the sky is gradually darkening.

The air gradually became moist, and a salty smell peculiar to the sea wafted in the air.

The southern suburbs have arrived.

Walking on the highway.

Looking at the roads full of abandoned vehicles and the ships in the black hole in the distance.

I don't know why, I feel a little uneasy in my heart

"There is a problem with this place!"

Before it got dark, the southern suburbs port was quiet as if dead.

This is not right in itself.

What is even more strange is that this port is obviously a very important place, but the government did not choose to clean up and recover materials here.

There is only one reason for this situation.

It's scary here.

It is a special place that no strangers should enter even in the daytime.

Because of this.

Here is so quiet and unknown.

"It looks like there is work to be done today."

Twisting the throttle, Lin Hun drove blood hate, smashed through the fence of the pier, and rushed into the interior.

The Southern Suburb Wharf is a large-scale wharf that integrates cargo and passengers.

The number of goods handled every day can be described as countless.

But with the advent of endless horror, this port has been completely abandoned.

Large cargo ships entering the port docked on their respective positions and opened the loading compartment below, but no vehicles entered or exited.

Except for these huge cargo ships on the dock.

Large warehouses are also being built.

These warehouses are used to hold goods unloaded from freighters.

On the other side of the pier.

There are an infinite number of containers and large gantry cranes standing on top of each other.

These stopped gantry cranes are like dead giants, tall and full of oppression.

Riding on the blood hate, walking slowly on the pier.

Lin Hun felt flustered for no reason.

However, Future Vision did not give any warnings.

This made Lin Hun a strong vigilance in his heart.

He remembered what happened to him when he was in the deadly campus. At that time, he was blinded by the illusion created by the canvas of despair, and he almost fell silent.

Now this pier, it is very likely that it also has such a weird existence.

Blinded his eyes. .

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