Weird asylum, you're taking in a human like me?

Soon, the plane arrived over the island of Neon Country.

Lu Xiao grinned.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is about to land, please fasten your seat belts!"

The driver's eyes trembled when he heard Lu Xiao's words.

He hurriedly checked the seat belt, and after confirming that there was no problem, he stared at the front.

Dante also returned to his seat and fastened his seat belt.

In order to ensure that everything was foolproof, Dante also deliberately tightened the seat belt as much as possible.

Soon, Lu Xiao found a piece of open space that could support his landing.

The open space was relatively flat, and the trees were not too high.

"Hold on!"

After saying that, he drove the plane directly into a dive.

The driver's eyes were bloodshot, and a strong sense of weightlessness swept his mind.

"Brother! Are you sure it's okay to land like this!"

His voice was also trembling, and he was obviously terrified to the extreme.

At this moment, he only hated that he couldn't fly a plane, otherwise he would never let Lu Xiao, a madman, step into the cockpit.

The engine roared violently, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom.

Under Lu Xiao's driving, the plane dropped very quickly, almost at a vertical angle.

The slippery head in the back seat tightly grasped the seat belt, and muttered to himself with blurred eyes.

"Grandma! You came to see me again!"

"What? You want to take me away again?"

"No! I haven't earned enough money to buy a cemetery!"

"What? You must take one away today?"

"Or you can take a look at my colleagues?"

Liuguang on the side couldn't listen anymore.

He chopped the back of the slippery head with a knife.

The slippery head rolled his eyes and fainted instantly.

Xiaoyu saw this scene and pleaded with his eyes.

"Liuguang! Help me! I'm so scared!"

Hearing this, Liuguang sighed.

Another knife, Xiaoyu also fainted.

Then Liuguang's eyes fell on Dante.

Dante was foaming at the mouth, and seemed to have fainted a long time ago.

Liuguang was dumbfounded.

"Who can help me? I'm scared too!"

…………

The plane landed quickly.

But the posture was not so elegant.

The whole fuselage flipped to the ground, and the nose also lay on the ground.

Lu Xiao unbuckled his seat belt and applauded himself.

"What a perfect flight experience!"

Lu Xiao really didn't lie, he could indeed complete takeoff and landing in various extremely harsh environments.

But the process was a bit scary.

The driver woke up first, and he made up his mind in his heart that he must master the driving methods of all means of transportation.

Never let this damn madman touch any kind of transportation in the future.

No! Not in the future, but now!

When Dante and the others stood on the ground again, they burst into tears.

The sly guy even leaned over and kissed the ground under his feet.

"It feels so good to be down to earth!"

Except Lu Xiao, the other five people nodded frantically.

Dante's shaking hands could hardly hold the cigarette butt.

He took a deep puff and said.

"Mr. Driver, I'll leave it to you next!"

The driver said nothing and started to deform the car.

Soon, a silver-gray van appeared.

The driver sat in the cab and held the steering wheel tightly.

"Mr. Dante! Where are we going next?"

Dante also sat in the co-pilot without saying a word.

…………

Tokyo Prefecture.

On the bustling streets, countless vehicles passed through.

In a black luxury car, the craftsman sat in the back seat and said angrily with a communicator.

"The experiment didn't produce any results?"

"Yes, Mr. Craftsman, and we lost the last consumable!"

The craftsman said angrily.

"If you run out of consumables, go to the prison!"

There was silence on the other end of the communicator for a moment.

"There are no prisoners in the prison!"

"There are no prisoners in the prison in Osaka Prefecture!"

Hearing this, the craftsman just pondered for a few seconds.

"Then let me use ordinary criminals to replace them!"

The other end fell silent again.

"Mr. Craftsman, what I mean is that there are no prisoners!"

A hint of viciousness flashed in the craftsman's eyes.

"What do you all do? Do you need me to give you advice on such a small matter?"

"There are no prisoners, so let the Metropolitan Police Department catch them for me!"

"We must get the experimental data of 297 as soon as possible!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

The person driving in front was a researcher in a white coat.

"Mr. Craftsman, it's not a good idea for us to do this!"

"The safety level of 297 should be D!"

The craftsman said nonchalantly.

"According to the prison keeper regulations, D-level containment cannot assistComplete the containment mission!"

The researcher hesitated for a moment, and then said.

"But, we classified the containment object that should have been D-level as S-level, which itself violated the prison keeper regulations!"

Hearing this, the craftsman's tone turned cold.

"Who knew it was D-level?"

"The system?"

The researcher was stunned, and then stopped talking.

The craftsman looked out the window.

"Do you think Tokyo is prosperous enough?"

The researcher hummed softly.

The craftsman sighed.

"Indeed, Tokyo is prosperous enough!"

"But Tokyo is too small, or rather, our Neon capital is too small!"

"If we could have snatched the Mirror of All-Knowing at that time, perhaps we would have a way out of the predicament!"

At this point, his tone was full of hatred.

"But unfortunately, not only did we not get it, but we also lost the puppet! "

The researcher who was driving hesitated.

"But didn't the round table ask C03 to share the Mirror of All-Knowing?"

"Can't we also participate in the research?"

Hearing this, the craftsman sneered.

"Do you think that guy, the doctor, will hand over 301 obediently?"

"Or, even if the doctor handed it over, do you think we are qualified to ask questions to the Mirror of All-Knowing?"

Hearing this, the researcher fell silent.

The doctor's words ruthlessly shattered his inner beliefs.

His voice was a little low.

"Then we still have 012-pen!"

"We can use 012 as a price in exchange, and then ask questions to the Mirror of All-Knowing!"

The craftsman snorted coldly.

"If we take out 012, then the C01 shelter with 013-parchment will definitely go crazy!"

"At that time, they, the Chinese Congress, will grab 012 at all costs! "

"If Huaxia gets these two things, they will have the final say in this world!"

A hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

"Anyone can get these two items, but Huaxia cannot!"

The researcher was confused.

"What happened to the prisoner organization? Why did it become like this?"

As he spoke, the car drove into the garage of a luxurious villa.

"Mr. Craftsman, you are home!"

The craftsman nodded.

"Well! Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Oda!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a pistol appeared in his hand.