Bizarre Detainment Facility: You're Containing a Human Like Me?

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The researcher sitting in the cab had a blood hole in the back of his head, and blood was leaking out.

The craftsman threw the pistol aside and murmured.

Oda-kun, only in that world will faith never betray you!

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

A little girl came up to him.

Dad! You are finally back!

With a gentle smile on his face, the craftsman picked up the little girl.

The little girl looked at the car curiously.

Dad, what's wrong with Uncle Xiaotian?

The craftsman said softly.

Uncle Xiaotian, he is too tired from work and wants to take a rest!

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Outside Tokyo, a highway connects Osaka Prefecture.

A silver-gray van was driving slowly on the road.

Dude, if you're driving, I think it'll be fine if you drive faster!

Dante puffed out his cigarette and said seriously.

The driver curled his lips.

I want to, but the car has insufficient power.

To put it simply, there is no gas!

Dante frowned slightly when he heard this.

He suddenly remembered the serial number 302 - the car's characteristics of being driven by flesh and blood.

What should we do?

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

Dante turned to look at Lu Xiao.

Brother! Why don't you ask the Mirror of Omniscience?

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

I don’t know what this mirror’s hobby is, but it seems to have a special liking for his fingernails.

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

The answer to this question is given to you!

Serial No. 302-The car is powered by flesh and blood. You can feed it your flesh and blood!

The effect is tens of thousands of times better than using ordinary human flesh and blood!

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 stabbed his thigh with bone spurs and pulled out his own fingernails without blinking could say?

The driver shrugged.

I wish there was a 'gas station' on this road!

His words about gas made Dante's brain freeze for a moment.

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On the way back, a truck parked on the side of the road, blocking the way there.

Seeing a car approaching, a dozen young men armed with metal baseball bats jumped out of the truck. They were obviously a group of gangsters.

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

Well, isn't this a gas station?

Dante snuffed out his cigarette.

How much fuel can I put in my car?

The driver shook his head.

I've never filled it up! But I guess it's quite a lot!

While the two were chatting, a metal baseball bat hit the front windshield.

boom!

The windshield was unscathed, but the hand of the young man holding the baseball bat was numb from the shock.

Everyone, come down here!

Bagaya road~~~~!

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

Dante held a pack of cigarettes in his hand, ready to hand out cigarettes as a habit.

But he didn't want the hand holding the cigarette case to be opened by a slap.

Immediately afterwards, a young gangster with colorful hair grabbed Dante's collar.

Give me 100,000 yuan and I'll let you go today!

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

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

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For a moment, his expression changed.

A sharp pain shot through the hand holding the baseball bat.

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

Although he has no ill intentions towards humans, this does not include the Neon Man.

What's more, this is the neon man who came up to the gun.

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

Mr. Dante...I can...

Before he finished speaking, the corners of Dante's lips curled up slightly.

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

It's not surprising for a disabled living container that loses control due to stimulation to do anything, isn't it?

Lu Xiao licked his lips.

Do I need to leave some for you?

Dante waved his hand.

Prison guard regulations prohibit the use of force against ordinary people!

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

Bagayalu! I'm fucking talking to you!

That's such a shame!

Lu Xiao couldn't wait for a long time, and rushed out the moment he said this.

He slapped the head of the little gangster holding Dante's collar to pieces.

Everyone else looked at this scene with cold eyes, and the driver shouted with a distressed look on his face.

Don't hit your head! It's better on the head!

The gangsters who jumped out of the truck were so frightened by this scene that they stood still.

Before any of them could react, their boss's head was smashed.

In an instant, every crotch was wet.

A stench wafted out, and one person even pulled his pants pockets.

The driver pinched his nose in disgust.

Tsk! I can't have that one with his pants pockets pulled down. I'm mysophobic!

The driver's attitude toward Neon Country was very similar to Lu Xiao's.

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

But as the saying goes, everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of a country.

Even if you are a licking dog, you can't resist the temptation of third-class merit at this time.

Mr. Dante, may I?

He looked at Dante expectantly.

Dante groaned.

In principle, it's not possible, because you are currently under normal containment!

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

Hearing this, the driver looked a little sad.

Slippery reminded from the side.

In principle, it's not possible, but in reality, we can't control it even if you do it!

Dante turned around and glared at Hua Tou, but did not deny it.

Then the four prison guards turned around and closed their eyes in tacit agreement.

The driver's eyes suddenly turned red when he saw Lu Xiao rushing out of the crowd.

Fuck! Brother, please slow down!

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

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

The driver walked toward the last surviving neon country gangster with a ferocious smile on his face.

What's wrong with learning at such a young age? Just imitate others who come out to rob!

That little bastard had already collapsed.

A foul smell wafted into the driver's nose.

Apparently he also had his pants pockets unzipped at this time.

The driver frowned slightly and fell into thought.

At this time, a serious problem faced the driver.

Choosing third-class merit means breaking the mysophobia.

Choosing mysophobia means giving up third-class merit.

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

He slapped the young gangster's neck to pieces.

Dante's voice came from behind.

Mr. Driver, have you filled up the gas?

The driver said with a satisfied look on his face.

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