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

The pistol was covered with a long silencer.

A blood hole appeared on the back of the head of the researcher sitting in the cab, and blood was oozing out.

The craftsman casually threw the pistol aside and murmured.

"Oda-kun, only in that world will faith not betray you!"

After saying this, he opened the car door and walked out.

A little girl came up to him.

"Dad! You're finally back!"

The craftsman picked up the little girl with a gentle smile on his face.

The little girl looked into the car curiously.

"Dad, what happened to Uncle Oda?"

The craftsman said softly.

"Uncle Oda, he's too tired from work and wants to take a break!"

…………

Outside Tokyo Prefecture, a highway connects Osaka Prefecture.

A silver-gray van drove slowly on the road.

"Brother, if you're driving, I think it's okay for you to drive faster!"

Dante pinched his cigarette and said seriously.

The driver curled his lips.

"I want to, but the car is underpowered."

"To put it simply, it's out of gas!"

Dante frowned slightly when he heard this.

He suddenly remembered the feature of serial number 302 - the car is driven by flesh and blood.

"What should I do?"

The driver shrugged, indicating that he didn't know.

Dante turned his head and looked at Lu Xiao.

"Brother! Why don't you ask the Mirror of All-Knowing?"

Lu Xiao looked at his newly grown fingernails and fell into deep thought.

I don't know what this mirror has a hobby, it seems to have a special liking for his fingernails.

At this time, the voice of the Mirror of All-Knowing sounded in Lu Xiao's ears.

"The answer to this question is for you!"

"Serial number 302 - the car is driven by flesh and blood, you can feed it your flesh and blood!"

"The effect is tens of thousands of times better than using the flesh and blood of ordinary humans!"

Lu Xiao grinned.

"No! I'm afraid of pain!"

Everyone looked weird when they heard Lu Xiao's words.

Is this really what the person who pierced his thigh with bone spurs and pulled out his fingernails without blinking could say?

The driver shrugged.

"I hope there is a 'gas station' on this road!"

His gas station made Dante's brain crash for a moment.

…………

On the way back to the car, a truck was parked sideways on the side of the road, blocking the way.

Seeing a car coming, a dozen young people holding metal baseball bats jumped out of the truck, obviously a group of gangsters.

The driver stepped on the brakes, then pointed at the dozen young people walking towards them and said.

"Look, isn't this a gas station?"

Dante pinched out the cigarette.

"How much gas can I add to my car?"

The driver shook his head.

"I've never filled it up! But I think it should be a lot!"

Just as the two were chatting, a metal baseball bat had already hit the front windshield.

"Bang!"

The windshield was intact, but the young man holding the baseball bat had his hand numb from the shock.

"Get down, all of you!"

"Bagayaloo~~~~!"

Lu Xiao and the others looked at each other, and then got out of the car one by one.

Dante was holding a pack of cigarettes in his hand, and habitually prepared to hand out cigarettes.

But he didn't expect that the hand holding the cigarette box was slapped open.

Then, a gangster with colorful hair grabbed Dante's collar.

"Take out 100,000 yuan, and I'll let you go today!"

"If you can't take it out, don't blame me!"

As he said this, he hit the front of the car with a stick.

For a moment, his face changed.

There was a sharp pain in the hand holding the baseball bat.

Lu Xiao stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips.

Although he had no ill will towards humans, this did not include Japanese people.

What's more, this was a Japanese person who ran into the gun himself.

For a moment, Lu Xiao's pupils were trembling.

"Mr. Dante... I can..."

Before he finished speaking, Dante's mouth curled up slightly.

"Of course! Dear Mr. Lu Xiao, haven't I successfully contained you yet?"

"It's not surprising that a failed living containment object that lost control due to stimulation would do anything, right?"

Lu Xiao licked his lips.

"Do I need to leave some for you?"

Dante waved his hand.

"The prison guard regulations do not allow the use of force against ordinary people!"

Hearing the conversation between the two, the gangster looked impatient.

"Bakayar! I'm fucking talking to you!"

"That's a pity!"

Lu Xiao couldn't wait any longer, and rushed out the moment he finished speaking.

He slapped the gangster's head that was holding Dante's collar.

Everyone else watched this scene coldly., the driver shouted with a distressed look.

"Don't hit the head! The head is more effective!"

The gangsters who jumped off the truck were so scared by this scene that they stood there.

Before they could react, their boss's head was smashed.

In an instant, their crotches were wet.

A foul smell floated out, and one person pulled his trouser pocket directly.

The driver pinched his nose with some disgust.

"Tsk! The one who pulled his trouser pocket is not allowed, I have mysophobia!"

The driver and Lu Xiao's attitude towards Neon Country are not much different.

Although he has a beautiful wife, oh no, he is a bootlicker.

But as the saying goes, every man has a share of responsibility for the rise and fall of a country.

Even if he is a bootlicker, he can't resist the temptation of the third-class merit at this time.

"Mr. Dante, can I?"

He looked at Dante with anticipation.

Dante groaned.

"No in principle, because you are in normal containment now!"

"If you kill someone at this time, the containment level will be re-evaluated!"

Hearing this, the driver's face was a little gloomy.

Slippery reminded on the side.

"No in principle, but even if you do it, we can't do anything about it!"

Dante turned his head and glared at Slippery, but did not deny it.

Then the four jailers turned around and closed their eyes tacitly.

The driver looked at Lu Xiao who rushed out of the crowd, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Fuck! Brother, slow down!"

"Hey! Don't steal my third-class merit!"

In the end, Lu Xiao felt sorry for the driver who drove all the way, and left him one.

The driver walked towards the last surviving Neon Elementary School gangster with a grim smile on his face.

"You are so young, why don't you learn anything else? Why do you learn to rob others!"

The gangster had already collapsed.

A stench drifted into the driver's nose.

Obviously, he also pulled his trouser pockets at this time.

The driver frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

At this time, a serious problem was placed in front of the driver.

Choosing the third-class merit means breaking the cleanliness obsession.

Choosing cleanliness obsession means giving up the third-class merit.

However, in the end, the driver could not resist the temptation of the third-class merit.

He slapped the gangster's neck with a slap.

Behind him, Dante's voice came.

"Mr. Driver, have you filled up the gas?"

The driver said with satisfaction.

"It will be ready soon! My dear Mr. Dante!"