"Yes, as long as you can't kill it, the mask is super powerful aliens and will be yours after they are taken off."

Carl said generously to Avis' ear.

Ivis vaguely felt that Carl promised to be so light, and he must be full of bad water and was holding back his tricks.

But he has no evidence.

This did not prevent Ai Gou from rubbing his hands and fists, facing the clown on the hospital bed, and unbuttoning the uniform belt equipped with the uniform of the special bureau...

My colleague who was watching the surveillance sprayed out all the tea.

I saw Ai Gou being arrogant and holding his belt, wiggling around, swinging twice, opening the iron buckle in the middle, and making a slight mechanical sound.

Then, a "puff" sounded softly.

Ivis pops up the first super mouse cage.

Others can't see it, but Ives can see it clearly-

After the translucent mouse-catching cage popped out, it expanded to a thousand times larger, like a big mouth, swallowing the masked alien in one mouthful... and swallowing half of it...

"Trough..." Avis was stunned.

No wonder Carl asked him to operate, and he agreed to be so easy.

This is the first time that Ai Caiji uses a super mouse cage launcher, and it will definitely fail!

Only then did he generously promise to let him raise this high-dimensional one!

"It hasn't been taken away yet, continue." Carl frowned, and was so angry that he couldn't make a steel path.

The space cage emitted by the super-powered mouse cage depends on the operator's experience and skills.

With the same specification launcher, some people can make a big cover and kill aliens in one move.

And some people can only bounce the alien's forehead.

If Ivis is a visual slut, he can see aliens, and his accurate head is definitely not bad. He is not skilled in controlling the size of the cage and is prone to bite off a piece and hurts the aliens.

Damn! I'd better use gems if I had known... Ives regretted it, but then he thought, he didn't bring his gem ring to point out the door.

Moreover, his own gems cannot be saved such a big guy, so he might just scrap and tear his precious gems!

"Haaa! Death! Seal!"

Avis spreads his arm, twists his long hand at 360℃, and starts his practice.

Then he looked serious and solemnly opened the buckle and activated the transmitter.

There was a "puff".

The super mask system, which was bitten halfway away, was originally weak enough to almost dormant, but was hit by the second super mouse cage, and disconnected the energy field from the host clown and fell into the super cage. Ives caught it with one hand.

Unexpectedly, this fun mask alien is too weak!

The first time I caught it, half of it was chewed off by the super-powered mouse trap, and it was shaking.

After the second uproot, he died alive in a super cage...

Avis watched the envious masked face super-powered aliens gradually faded from a thick white oval mask to a light and weak mask like white mist.

A long smile on the mask also drooped, turning into a crying face.

Although the super mouse-catching cage produced by Quark can block the energy dissipation, the mask aliens are too weak and their vitality is severely damaged, which is not enough to maintain their body and dissipate on the spot...

"Hey! Hey hey! Don't die! Please, brother! Hey hey hey! Wuwu..."

The corners of Ivis' mouth also drooped, and the duck that reached his mouth flew away. He wanted to complain that Carl was full of black water and bad water, but he didn't remind him to be careful, but after more than two months of super special police internship, he knew that in such a serious occasion, he should control himself and decided to wait for Carl to get out before annoying him.

"Wait for me outside."

Carl lipped on him, and Avis's face turned long and reluctant to go out.

Waiting was too boring, and everyone in the office was not around, so he didn't dare to sneak out to play, so he smiled and got into the surveillance room to watch the good show "The Three Inspectors Meeting to Trial the Joker Superman James".

As the show was performed, the style suddenly became strange.

Originally, the third brother pressed the clown's shoulder with one hand and briefly recorded the clown's inner answer on paper with the other hand. Every time he asked a question, the clown's mind would follow the prompts and answers would appear in his mind.

The third brother wrote a full page and looked up to signal Carl to ask the next question, but his eyebrows were not universal...

"Forehead……"

This "Carl" who reached out to get the clown's leftover rice plate fried fish... Could it be that it might be... Lu Yisi, the goddess of Arant's first love!!

With these clear and ignorant eyes, I looked at Yazi who was a little shy in the strange room!

It's really the goddess Lu Yisi!!

Carl, who is carrying bricks, has gone to the sky!

Uncle Tu Lei was very tired and had not yet reacted to Carl's strangeness.

President Ai, who was huddling in the monitoring room with a bunch of new recruits, stared at the screen, had a scalp blown...

He felt that the picture was too annoying and wanted to rush in and pick up Lu Crazy Man out and chop it up!

The interrogation inside! It’s not a place where a brain-dead can stay, okay!

President Ai grabbed his hair and decided not to move.

If the female lunatic acted rashly, he would definitely rush in and catch it and throw it out.

In the ward, the sudden quietness...

"Your? It's soft...it's all soft, it's soft!"

The goddess turned her head and ate a piece of fried fish, and she complained.

He just lowered his head and put on a clown who disdained everything, thinking that "Carl" was ridiculing his weakness, and retorted: "It is an excuse for cowardice and powerlessness to accept his fate and not resist!"

"What? Are you saying that fate is just a comfort or excuse? But how can humans weaken their fear and anxiety if they do not obey fate? I question your statement!"

Goddess Lukal said with a stern look and naturally continued the next sentence.

She used to participate in a mysterious horror film that reflected the old Katlov era. The lines in it were awkward and difficult to write without ten years of cerebral thrombosis.

It just happened to meet the tone of the distorted social philosopher James, the clown!

Madman vs. Madman.

When we meet on a narrow road, those who are even more crazier will win!

Just as Uncle Tu Lei and the third brother black man sighed with question marks on his face, the clown slowly looked up and said, "So pioneering and crazy plundering are the best ways to end this absurd era!"

"But bravery is accompanied by barbarism. Success means the birth of power, and power is mixed with blood. No matter where the times go, there is no shortage of undercurrent pressure and resistance!"

The goddess is addicted to acting. Although she can't figure out the situation, she doesn't agree with this man who is lying on the hospital bed with a sinister heart!

The goddess’s intuition is that she must beat him, and she can only add chicken legs tonight!

The third brother wanted to stop, but his left hand told him not to stop!

The viciously twisted clown James, who is very interested in this retro psychotic level 10 dialogue in a tone, seems to be having a reasonable or unreasonable debate between predators.

In the mind of the clown James, a series of cases he committed, people he killed, and everyone around him who had worked with him...

These sparks of thoughts all gathered into solid pillars and became reliances to support James's views on the clown.

The third brother couldn't stop.

He copied his right hand quickly. After writing a page, he handed it to Uncle Tu Lei and asked Uncle Tu Lei to organize it on the spot.

Raymond took the draft paper in a daze, and his eyes lit up after reading it. He quickly drew his strokes...
Chapter completed!