Vita has always hated guard missions.

Performing a guard mission means not being able to detour freely and not being too far away from the guard target. If necessary, block the guard target and block the bullet.

If the guard target does not obey the command, it will be even more troublesome. When Vita was still in the police station, he had heard that many of his colleagues were killed by stupid nobles they protected.

For humane reasons, Vita felt that he was obliged to protect Abby's safety within a reasonable range, but he was never willing to die to protect Abby.

So Vita looked at Abby and bent down: "Miss Abby, listen, I will only say it once. You are not allowed to leave my left and right in the next few days. If I ask you to run forward, you will never look back.

, If I let you hide, you will never leave the cover..."

"What are you doing?" Marilyn asked curiously.

"I'm instilling some necessary knowledge in Miss Abby, and I don't want to die because of protecting her." Vita replied, wanting to continue to convey to Abby what he must follow.

Marilyn sneered: "Who said we want to protect her?"

Facing Vita's puzzled eyes, Marilyn continued: "Her body can act as a container for the evil god. To be precise, the core of the container for the evil god is her heart. Just protect Miss Abby's heart, she

It doesn’t matter if I die.”

Marilyn touched Abby's head: "Our goal is to kill as much as possible the cultists who come here to snatch Miss Abby's, and if possible, catch a few living mouths. The little girl's life or death itself is not important. And her heart

We have buried the bomb inside. Even if she is stolen, we can destroy her heart."

Vita stood up straight and felt that the task was much easier.

Vita looked at the beautiful girl who looked like a porcelain doll again, turned around and wanted to return to her ward to get her equipment.

From now on, the battle may start every moment.

Vita, Marilyn and Abby returned to the nursing home together.

Marilyn said goodbye to Vita first, and she and Vita did not live together.

Then, Vita felt like she had an extra "little tail."

It was Abby, Abby followed Vita, and even if Vita walked into her room, she followed.

Could it be that she is here to avenge her father's murder? Vita killed Abby's maker Tansken Ranffer before.

Vita pretended not to notice her, until she brought the small photo frame door in the ward and took out the steam pistol from it, then turned around and asked Abby, "Is there anything wrong, Miss?"

Abby had no emotion in his eyes, as if he could not see the steam pistol in Vita's hand: "...I can't leave your left and right."

Vita remembered that this was the order he issued.

The last time I thought communication was so difficult, it was when I was a kid who grew up with Andrew and Thavi, who were learning language. Vita was thinking about how to explain this to Abby, but suddenly, Amanda on Vita's wrist

A pulling force suddenly came from the finger.

Someone is hostile to Vita!

Then, Vita's ward window was knocked.

"Bang!"

Vita knew that his ward was on the 4th floor, and the window on the 4th floor could not be knocked by someone. And the finger of Amanda on his wrist clearly pointed to the window.

So Vita fired a shot at the window with the steam pistol he held in his hand!

The glass shattered, mixed with blue blood falling to the bottom of the building.

Vita turned around and saw seven or eight octopus' wrists crawling in his window.

One of the wrist foot had a gunshot wound. The owner of the wrist foot seemed to be trembling due to the pain, and then the wrist foot members "swoosh" and shrank back.

Retracted into a person's navel.

Only then did Vita see a man in a hospital gown grabbing Vita's window. The man's mouth, ears, nostrils, and eyes were swollen, thick or thin octopus wrist feet.

The man looked at Vita, grinned and smiled.

Vita felt for no reason that this smile contained the man's apology to Vita.

Then, the man's mouth was abnormally widened, his cheeks were torn, and his wrists and feet were pulled on both sides of the torn to prevent them from being completely dislocated.

Countless wrists and feet mixed with black ink sprayed towards Vita!

Vita was sprayed with ink and was temporarily blind. She could only roll back with her memory. At the same time, she grabbed Abby and pushed her in front!

If the enemy's target is Abby, this action will earn Vita valuable time to restore vision.

But the man ignored Abby and rushed straight towards Vita!

As soon as Vita wiped off the ink from her face, she was entangled by the wrist feet that were sprayed out of the man's navel.

Countless wrist feet with mucus were wrapped around Vita, but when they wanted to exert force, they hesitated for a moment.

The man who wrapped his wrist feet with mucus on Vita first trembled, then coughed violently.

After coughing out several wrist feet from his mouth, the man reluctantly raised his hand, wiped his mouth full of mucus, and smiled sadly, "Please, I am also an investigator, help me get rid of it."

Taking advantage of the moment when his wrist and foot were exercising strength, Vita took out a short knife and a short-handled shotgun from the small door of the photo frame: "I understand."

This is an investigator who is out of control in a nursing home, and this is a place to accommodate people at high risk of out of control.

"Ahem, cough, remember! My name is Barron! Barron Dick! Barron...Ahem!" The man spitted out a lot of wrist feet from his mouth.

Vita whispered: "I am Vita Zoerfan, and I'm glad to be the one who has ended you."

Then Vita raised the short-handled shotgun and fired two shots at the man's wrist foot!

This was a forced act, and the man's face was completely covered by his wrists and feet.

The shotgun bullets smashed Barron's wrists and feet, and knocked away several of his front teeth and his nose.

But that's all. The strength of the wrist foot is much higher than that of ordinary body tissue.

But Barron's face and neck were exposed.

Vita held the short knife in his hand tightly and slashed towards Barron's neck!

With a "click", the short knife penetrated Barron's neck, and blue blood oozed out from the wound created by the short knife.

A large number of twisted wrist feet suddenly burst out from Barron's eyes, mouth, ears, nose and even from the cracks of his fingernails, and the wrist feet wrapped around Vita's body became tighter and tighter.

Vita felt the heavier pressure on his body, and he was almost breathless.

But Vita's strength of holding the short knife tightly did not relax at all. Vita tried his best to stab the short knife deeper and deeper!

Then he twisted his waist and cut off Barron's head!

The wrist and foot vibrated, making a low roar.

The wrists and feet wrapped around Vita were loosened, Vita stood up and looked at Barron.

Several wrist feet protruded from the broken opening on Barron's neck, connecting Barron's head.

The painful expression on Barron's face became stronger and stronger, and more tentacles emerged from every corner of his body.

Vita opened the small photo frame door and found a grenade from it: "Abby! Lean under the bed!"

Abby, who had been watching, seemed to have connected the steam toy and obediently got out of the bed.

Then, when Vita was about to throw out the grenade, a gentle voice suddenly came from behind him: "Sorry, I'm late."

It's a caregiver! A person who specializes in dealing with out-of-control favoritists in nursing homes!

The caregiver still had the two smooth iron balls on his hands, not impatient or impatient.

Barron, whose wrists and feet exploded all over his body, saw the caregiver with his raised eyes. Then, without hesitation, ran away to the window with his wrists and feet!

The caregiver first pulled up Vita on the ground and stretched out his hand holding two iron balls forward.

"Bang! Bang!" After the movement that was no less than the firing of a small shell was released, two iron balls smashed towards Barron at a speed that almost broke through the sound barrier!

The iron ball smashed through Barron's body without any obstacles and smashed Barron's skull.

Barron fell down, and his wrists and legs were still twisting unwillingly.

The nurse raised his feet towards Barron.

"Wait." Vita stopped.

The caretaker took his foot back and looked at Vita in confusion.

"I promised to end him with my own hands."

The nurse suddenly realized "Oh", put her hands behind her back, stood aside, like a priest who was ready to witness all this, solemn and solemn.

Vita walked to Barron, holding a shotgun that had been replaced with bullets: "Rest in peace, colleague. May you find a peaceful harbor in this crazy world."

The gunshots rang out, and countless lead bullets penetrated Barron's head.

Abby lay under the bed and saw this scene. A trace of emotion seemed to flash in his eyes, and then he returned to silence.

Marilyn arrived, and Vita looked at the dead Barron, feeling complicated.

"I must kill me when I lose control, we have an appointment." Marilyn whispered in Vita's ear.

Afterwards, the nurse was responsible for dealing with Barron's body.

The caregiver came to his room and carefully removed Barron's tattered head.

The nurse took out the treasured hook, took out Barron's broken brain bit by bit, and cleared off the remaining warheads.

The caregiver seemed to have obtained a treasure, and his eyes were shiny slightly.

The brain was beating on the caregiver's hands. The caregiver held his brain like he was caring for his children and carried the gardening tools.

The nurse came to the small forest in the sanatorium, dug a hole, and carefully planted the beating brain.

The brain takes root and sprouts in the soil, and in a short while new trees grow, gently beating.

The breeze blew, and the leaves of Xiaolin rustled.

The nurse looked at her gardening with satisfaction and suddenly remembered something.
Chapter completed!