Infinite Sims

The villa where the pool party is located is in one of the affluent areas of the city.

There is a lot of distance between the villas, but the sound of the metal storm can be heard even a thousand meters away, which naturally caused panic among the surrounding residents.

Fortunately, the agents of the Law Enforcement Bureau arrived and quickly appeased the residents, so that no greater panic was caused.

"The case should be settled."

Yersin, who arrived in a hurry, found that the gunfire had stopped, subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and then a wry smile appeared on his face: "It is estimated that the murderer is also dead, and he may not be the only one."

With Zienz's style of handling things, it is inevitable to leave a bunch of unmanageable tails.

But whoever makes his subordinates useless, unable to catch the murderer, unable to solve the case, no matter how uncomfortable it is now, he can only endure it.

"This is dead?"

Beside the swimming pool, Zienz frowned, looking coldly at the bloodstains floating in the middle of the pool.

People who can awaken special abilities are all superhumans who can achieve qualitative changes and whose physical strength is several times that of ordinary people.

He is no exception, and the battle clone also shares physical fitness with him.

But if that's all, he's not enough to break into the top 100.

What really made him stand in the ninety-plus rank was that each avatar could carry a certain amount of weapons, and they were hidden in the main body along with the avatar.

With strong physical fitness, it is natural not to pursue the weapons used by ordinary people.

Therefore, the weapons carried by each of his avatars are expensive, hot weapons specially made for Jiren and even him. They not only have a super high rate of fire, but also super powerful.

in this way.

Only then can they inflict heavy damage time and time again, and even kill mission targets that also have special abilities.

This time, he wanted to vent to his heart's content.

It can be seen that the target died so quickly that he had almost no strength to resist, and he couldn't help frowning.

This kind of victory without confrontation.

It didn't make him feel at ease at all.

"You, go down."

Zienz didn't think about it any more, and randomly assigned a combat clone to enter the swimming pool.

No matter what the mission was for this time, his seriousness about the case was unquestionable. Even though he could no longer feel the life of the target, he still had to confirm it.

The combat clone put the weapon in his hand on the ground, and then jumped into the muddy pool.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Suddenly, the battle clone lost contact with him.

"died?"

Zinz was startled.

There was a loud noise from the swimming pool.

"Roar!"

The water splashed all around.

A burst of flames emerged from the pool. It was a four-meter-tall giant bear with raging flames on its body.

His appearance instantly evaporated all the remaining water in the pool.

"Fire! Fire quickly!"

Zienz felt the strong oppressive force of the flame giant bear, and quickly issued an order.

Machine guns, rifles, grenade guns, and rocket launchers were fired together, and the sound of guns continued.

The giant flame bear had an agility that didn't match its height. With one leap, it jumped to the edge of the swimming pool and smashed several combat clones into meatloaf.

"Ho Ho Ho Ho!" (Anyone who hurts my daughter will die)

The giant flame bear roared again, hammered his chest twice with both hands, and then rushed towards the other combat clones.

The bullets fell on it, and even his skin couldn't be broken.

Only grenade guns and rocket launchers can stop his movements slightly.

But that moment of time will not affect the killing like a meat grinder of the giant flame bear at all.

"Don't kill me, no!"

Zienz screamed and was hammered into meatloaf.

In less than a moment.

All that was left was a pile of patties and the wreckage of weapons.

The giant flame bear caressed his stomach, and there was a trace of warmth in his eyes.

But soon, his mood turned serious again, he looked around coldly, and finally looked at a villa with no light source not far from here.

"so close."

In the dim villa guest room, Zienz opened his eyes, panting heavily.

His forehead and back were covered with sweat, soaking his clothes.

He is not an adventurous person.

Since he has the ability of combat clone, he will naturally not let go of its application in life-saving.

Every time he performs a mission, his main body will hide near the target location, and then manipulate a clone to disguise himself as the main body to perform the task.

The only bad thing about this kind of operation is that the battle avatar used for the mission must be summoned in advance to avoid exposing the location of the main body by summoning afterwards.

Relying on this prudence, Zienz escaped seven mortal dilemmas.

Including this time, it is the eighth time.

"The giant bear that appeared last, in terms of combat ability alone, is enough to rank in the top 90."

Thinking of the ferocious attack of the flaming bear, Zienz's face turned livid.

What I thought was crushing, who would have thought that it wasn't him crushing the opponent, but the opponent crushing himself.

"Take a rest here, and leave after the giant bear leaves."

Zienz wiped the sweat from his brow with his hand.

Leaning on a chair in the room, he thought about how to write a report to the processing office.

The target of this mission is not only strong, but also the thick-skinned type, but also specifically overcomes his ability, so he can only apply for help from above, or replace it.

"Roar!"

A loud roar came from outside.

The distance was very close, so close that Zienz had a feeling of tinnitus.

"The sound is outside!"

Zienz was startled, and before he could react, he saw that the wall next to him had been breached, and the flaming bear rushed in ferociously, swinging his flaming fist at him.

Boom!

Zienz was hit by a fist, and his body flew backwards, crashing through two walls in a row, and stuck on the third wall.

"me……"

Zienz felt his broken internal organs, spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs, and struggled: "I don't want to die..."

Head tilted, completely dead.

The giant bear gave him a cold look, roared, hit the wall and ran out of the villa.

After a few strokes, he rushed out of the blockade set up by the agents of the Bureau of Investigation, got into the darkness, and disappeared.

"What is that bear?!"

Yersin looked at the law enforcement car that was knocked down in front of him, and the house that was smashed through a big hole not far away, and felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet.

If he hadn't just gotten out of that car, he would be dead or disabled now.

"How does it feel, as if I have seen that bear somewhere."

Yersin recalled that in this case, according to the portrait of the murderer described by eyewitnesses, the murderer seemed to be holding a similar bear in his arms.

If he had seen it elsewhere, he would never have connected the two.

But here, he couldn't help but think too much.

"If the bear is the murderer, where is Zienz now?"

Thinking of this, Yersin quickly called Zienz.

After a period of blind tone, it automatically hung up, and it didn't get through even after two calls.

He put away the phone, knowing that Zienz probably didn't want to answer the call, or he couldn't answer it.

"Maybe it's time to think about early retirement."

Yelson sighed softly.

The super criminals who can solve Zienz are far from being provoked by a small city investigation chief.

Compared with normal retirement, with a little more retirement salary, he cherishes his life even more.

As for the super criminal, let his successor have a headache.

Chalem State Prison.

In the dark night, the outer layer of the prison is brightly lit.

After Phoenix learned that the dean who raised him up and taught him how to be human died, he followed the prison guards back to the cell in a daze, and sat on his bed.

He thought that he could face everything calmly.

It wasn't until something happened that he realized that he couldn't do it, really couldn't do it

This look.

Immediately attracted the attention of the roommate.

"What's wrong with him? He looks constipated."

"Kind of like, but I feel more like a dead parent."

"It doesn't matter what happened to him, he should fight or fight."

"Isn't that bad? It's pretty miserable to see him. He offended those important people. I guess he was wronged for the crime of being imprisoned. I can't bear to be punished by us when he comes in."

"Okay, don't do anything, we will share your money."

"Are you kidding, no one can take my money away!"

They stopped discussing, looked at each other, and walked towards Phoenix more or less quickly.

Phoenix's bed was on the innermost side, next to the toilet.

"Phoenix, why do you call yourself that name?"

The strong and strong Raymond walked in the front, stepped forward and stepped on Phoenix's bed, looking down at him.

Phoenix raised his head expressionlessly.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Lei Meng stretched out his hand insultingly, and patted his cheek: "What about asking you? Are you so stupid that you can't even answer?"

Seeing that he still didn't answer, the other prisoners started booing.

"A fool can't find his own bed."

"Ramon, can you do it?"

"He's not pretending to be a fool, he's taking you for a fool."

...

The surrounding voices made Raymond a little annoyed. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that Phoenix was not pleasing to the eye, so he slapped him hard.

After the crisp applause, Phoenix's head turned to one side.

There was a bluish-purple slap mark on his face, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"I'll ask you one last time, why are you called this name?"

Raymond wanted to grab Phoenix's hair, but he couldn't do anything with his bald head. He could only press his head hard, forcing his eyes to meet his own.

The booing from the criminals around him was superficial, but he couldn't help but do it.

In the prison, a small world that is far more primitive and cruel than reality, in addition to hard fists, temper cannot be soft.

Otherwise, it will be classified as the lowest level.

"Why is it called that name?"

Phoenix didn't seem to feel the pain, his eyes flickered.

He vaguely remembered that this was a name given to him by someone whom he hated and feared, and the origin of the name came from that person's idol - a well-known clown at the time.

"I'm asking you! I'm asking you! I'm asking you!"

Seeing that he still didn't answer, Raymond suddenly became furious.

Slapped Phoenix to the ground, raised his foot and kicked him on the head, without any thought of keeping his hand, as if to kill him.