In Watson's opinion, it is meaningless to bother with these guys, so he can only call the police.

The other party was obviously a blackmail. He was very knowledgeable and had a vague feeling in his heart. These guys might be coming for him, maybe not all, maybe some guys were kept in the dark, but there must be several smart people in it. Under the instigation of these smart people, these guys who were not smart were like firewood poured with tinea oil, which was effective at all.

So, seeing the big men who were maliciously about to besiege him, Watson called Thomson Duran to call the police.

If he really wants to fight, he is not afraid.

Not to mention the great god Ryan Charles is here, even if he is himself, as long as he is prepared, as long as there are no masters hidden among these guys, these dozen strong men will not be afraid.

But if he really wants to fight, his losses will be huge.

The outpatient clinic has many medical tools, and it took some effort to arrange the furnishings and a lot of money. If it really takes a lot of money, even if the court ruled that the responsibility was on the other party and ordered these guys to compensate, they might not be able to afford it.

If you call the police, Watson also has some connections in the police industry.

Several policemen in this district have been seeking medical treatment here. He has tried his best to treat these few times, and the results are better and many expenses are exempted. No matter what, most of the time, the police still gave him a lot of face and helped stop some guys' malice several times, warning the gangsters around him.

Strangely, those guys didn't stop Thomson and let Thomson run out.

Two blocks away, there is a security booth, where patrolmen finish patrols for a short rest. Of course, most of the time, patrolmen in this block will stay there for a long time, drinking hot coffee, and like those idle housewives, they talk about gossip about their parents and family members.

As for signing in...

Yes, every big city in the Flan Empire has patrols. The patrol police's duty is to patrol the streets. Most of the working hours are to keep walking in their jurisdictions. Each street has a sign-in point. You must sign your own name there within the specified time to indicate that you have patrolled the street.

The system is very good, it is indeed serving the people.

However, no matter how good the system is, it has loopholes to be exploited. If no one pays attention to it, it will become a formality, which is the so-called bureaucracy.

Not to mention at night, even during the day, police officers patrolling this block rarely appear. As for signing in, some kids who hang out on the street will help those policemen sign in.

To this end, they also spent a lot of effort to learn the police's signature.

Such tricks are turned a blind eye to the people, just pretending that they didn't see them. As long as these police officers can pay the fees every month and there is no major incident in the jurisdiction, they will ignore them.

It’s all for the sake of eating, so why bother to be too persistent!

"It's okay to call the police, but the facts are there. You murderous quack doctor..."

Before the police arrived, the strong men still pointed at Watson. However, to Watson's surprise, they did not rush up to cause trouble for Watson because of their anger, and they just said they were unforgivable!

Moreover, some reckless guys wanted to smash items, but were also pulled by their companions and prevented him from taking action.

This situation did not make Watson feel better.

His heart sank instead.

Obviously, these guys are just prepared.

Scarlett Duran was a little scared, especially after her brother Thomson left to call the police, her body trembled involuntarily, subconsciously avoiding the sight of those guys.

Especially a guy was staring at her intentionally or unintentionally. There was no friendship in his eyes, and it was full of evil spirits, an indescribable malice that made her feel like she was falling in a septic tank full of maggots.

Then, a figure blocked her, isolating the uneasy look.

The figure was not tall, but had a familiar aura. This breath calmed her mind. She couldn't help but reach out and gently grabbed the man's sleeve.

That person is naturally Ryan Shire.

"What are you looking at? Boy, do you want to die?"

Speaking, this guy is a young man in his early twenties. He is not tall, has a pale face, and has two large dark circles. His eyes are very erotic and turbid and unsightly.

Ryan did not respond and narrowed his eyes slightly.

However, he did not avoid this guy's sight.

The man raised his fist and shook it, stretched out his two fingers, and separated the index and middle fingers to form a fork shape, poking Ryan's eyes from a distance.

"Look again, I'll dig out your eyes!"

His expression was very cruel, and the intimidation seemed to be fake.

Just as the two of them were connected, a wisp of Ryan's mental power had already penetrated into the man's sea of ​​consciousness along the invisible channel. Over Ryan's spiritual sea, there were several divine texts shining, forming a nebula chain. In silence, he also cast a small spell.

In this world, the extraordinary practice.

The more powerful the spell, the more complicated it will be when cast.

Not only do you need to understand the combination of divine texts, but you need to have strong mental power and sufficient extraordinary energy provided by the energy space you open up, but you also need some materials full of spiritual factors as nutrients for the ritual. What's more, you need to use the same type of containment. When casting this spell, you have to endure spiritual erosion anytime and anywhere to avoid mental pollution.

However, some small spells do not need such trouble.

Just like the little spell that Ryan had made those guys hallucinate before, as long as he had a thought, a few divine texts formed chains in the sea of ​​consciousness, and could easily be emitted, affecting those guys who had no will to be determined.

Now, the same is true.

A wisp of mental power silently penetrated into the guy's sea of ​​consciousness, and floated gently around his dirty soul like the wind, without any notice.

Some spiritual fragments that emanated from time to time from his soul were captured by Ryan's spirit, and thus, some unsightly pictures were sensed by Ryan.

These scenes can be the guy's imagination or his memory.

It is normal for humans to think about things in private. If you imagine, almost no one is a gentleman. Therefore, this is the reason why extraordinary people are easily polluted and degenerate, because most humans, even extraordinary people with strong will, cannot control their spirits.

When imagination can affect reality at any time, this uncontrollable spiritual world will also become terrifying.

Because dreams come true, here are not good wishes, but truly realization. However, this so-called dream is not controlled by humans. It can be beautiful or evil. It can make the world beautiful or make the world turn into hell. This is the case with a thought...

In Ryan's opinion, this guy who waved his fists should not live in this world at all.

Although only a short contact and a little spiritual entanglement made Ryan feel very disgusted. Of course, he couldn't say that he was so angry. He was no longer naive in his second life. He had a deep understanding of human evil. When human beings were truly vicious, they were often beyond your imagination.

Ryan only has one idea for such a villain.

kill!

People like this who have special ideas about little girls deserve even more death.

The most important thing is that he not only has ideas, but also has practical behavior. The thing is like sucking something that shouldn't be sucked, making him addicted and unable to stop.

If you want to stop it, there is only one way.

That is to let him destroy it in the flesh.

Of course, Ryan did not take action now. He just left that strand of mental power in the other party's sea of ​​consciousness. As long as it does not exceed a certain distance, he can control this strand of mental power so that it will not dissipate.

This is an introduction.

An initiator that can be activated at any time!

When these guys didn't stop him from calling the police, Watson Strong knew that the development of things should be bad for him, and that something abnormal would be caused.

He glanced at Ryan.

As an extraordinary person, there should be no problem in solving these people in front of him.

However, Ryan Shire is not an ordinary extraordinary person, not the kind of wild extraordinary person who can be unscrupulous. He is a member of Iris. As a member of the government administrative agency, he must abide by the rules.

Not to use extraordinary power on ordinary people at will is one of the rules.

Of course, regulations are regulations, and there are basically no extraordinary people who truly comply with them in full. Otherwise, Ryan’s previous behavior was a violation of the rules, but regulations also have his role. At least, as a member of the system, Ryan cannot kill at will, and cannot do whatever he wants just because he is unhappy.

Of course, it would be fine if he intervened in this matter, but it would inevitably leave behind any future troubles.

Watson didn't want to owe this favor, after all, the two of them are just contractual relationships now.

Just wait...

Not long after, Thomson ran over panting.

"Doctor Strong, the police are behind, and you'll be there in a while..."

"good!"

"I don't believe that those police officers will shelter this quack doctor!"

"The facts are all there, and even if you look at it with so many eyes, the police cannot bend the law for personal gain!"

A group of guys started to clamor again.

But these lines are too careless and have no real feelings at all. The guys' expressions are also very impetuous and not attentive, just like the dead supporting roles in a brain-dead TV series.

Ryan was too lazy to watch. After watching for a long time, he became embarrassed and cancer.

In this way, several police officers appeared at the door.

The first ones came in were several patrolmen wearing black uniforms and police caps like helmets and holding batons. They quickly dispersed, and after that, a plainclothes walked in.

Watson recognized those patrol officers, among them one of his patients.

The patient did not contact his sight, but avoided it vaguely. As for the plainclothes policeman, Watson was very unfamiliar with him and he did not know him.
Chapter completed!