Deep in the Living

Chapter 121 Discussion
"I'm just going to stretch a little. I haven't been active for too long."

Mr. Hawke snapped his fingers, and five hooks dropped from the sky.

Hooking his wrists, ankles, and back of the neck, he was half suspended in the air. Using the hooks to pull his body, he did some weird warm-up exercises.

Click~pop~click~swish!
During this process, strange noises kept coming out of Hawk's body. He really hadn't exercised for a long time, and had been staying at home for at least ten years.

Rody didn't warm up, nor did he need to, as his body had already become hot.

He came to the door and looked at the stitches on the squad leader's face.

He was not surprised by the squad leader's ability to disguise himself, but was concerned about the aura of hell that the squad leader exuded.

Can this "hell attribute" bestowed by Mr. Hawke affect the "thinking corner" to a certain extent, and can it make the squad leader less susceptible to the influence of the corner?
Unexpectedly, the squad leader burst out laughing, and his hand, which was covered with stitches, rested on Rody's shoulder.

Stand on tiptoe,
Lean forward.
Whispering in someone's ear so only the two of them can hear.

"Luo Di, you've improved so fast. When we first met, you had trouble even communicating with others through speaking. How come you seem like a seasoned expert now?

From the moment you came to the torture chamber, you wanted to fight Mr. Hawke, right?
But he didn't say it directly, but inserted a lot of preparatory words in the middle. He waited until the time was right before throwing the fish hook down and easily hooked it.

You were not so skilled when dealing with Isabella before. Are you really good at this? Are you pretending like me?"

After hearing what the monitor said, Roddy realized that the "communication" he had just had with Mr. Hawke was indeed different from before.

But he didn't mean to set a trap in his words, it was more like a subconscious behavior.

The squad leader then put his other hand up and used both hands to help Roddy press his shoulders and relax his nerves.

"I'm kidding. Now that you can [compete] with such a strong person, just focus on the present. Such opportunities are rare."

"Ah."

Roddy knew very well how powerful Mr. Hawke was.

Since he couldn't open his spine, he could only think of ways to increase his combat effectiveness as much as possible from other parts, and his eyes fell on the investigator's uniform.

Rody touched the sleeve area of ​​the investigator's uniform with his fingers, and a button-like structure was touched.

The investigator's uniform, which was originally in the form of a "coat", was immediately tightened according to Rody's current body proportions, turning into a completely close-fitting black combat suit, through which every vein structure spread across the surface of the suit could be clearly seen.

When Roddy makes any movement, especially when he exerts force, he gets obvious support from the clothing.

This effect is far better than the coat state.
Although Rody started with the idea of ​​a "murderer" and a black coat was the best appearance, the situation at hand was not hunting, but a competition with a stronger opponent.

"Is this the technology brought out by the corner? This piece of clothing can be regarded as a corner prop without any side effects and influences."

After simply adjusting to the combat uniform, Rody raised his left hand and placed it close to his face.

Spiked wires emerged from the arms and began to construct a trap in the head area.

Mr. Hawke in front of him is an expert in punishment. Roddy's own left arm was given by him, so it is impossible for him to take advantage of the trap.

Since setting traps is ineffective, it is better to use the traps on yourself.

【Structure of the palatal organ】

There is no threat from poison gas in the current competition.
But the jaw splitter has two functions.

One is to provide head protection,

Another is that the palatine splint held in the mouth can increase the pain tolerance limit to a certain extent.

As the Jaw Splitter was put on Roddy's head, Hawke, who was warming up, also looked over.
Even though he, the master of the torture chamber, had put different kinds of torture instruments on the heads of various criminals, this kind of structure was the first time he had seen it, and it felt very interesting.

At the same time, I also have a different kind of appreciation for Rodionido.

"Hmm? Make a bear trap backwards and put it on your head?

Is it to filter harmful gases and protect your brain? After all, your body is still very ordinary and needs to rely on the most basic breathing to operate.

Now you choose to wear it, probably to endure the pain? Did you come up with this design yourself?"

Luo Di shook his head and denied it. "I got the inspiration from a movie."

"Movie?"

Mr. Hawke, who was gradually descending from the sky, tilted his head. It seemed that he heard this word for the first time.

Luo Di also explained patiently about the production of the movie, the disc, how to watch it, etc.

"That's interesting! We don't have anything like this here. The technology of the entire real hell is mainly used for war and is rarely used for entertainment.

I wonder if you can bring these devices here, especially the discs with movies on them, so that I can have some time to entertain myself while I stay in the preaching room every day.

If this can be done, we can consider a discount on the debt owed to us."

"Well, I'll go back and try to draw the hell symbol on the relevant objects and see if I can bring it here. Shall we start the competition now? Time is running out."

Rody swallowed another one-time dose of medicine to quickly stabilize the collapsing scene in front of him.

"Come on!" Mr. Hawke simply spread his arms and showed his body to the maximum.

The moment his five fingers were fully extended along with his arms, a strong pressure came over him, as if an invisible force field covered his entire body, something Roddy had never felt before.

Force him to retreat.

Force him to bow his head.
Forcing his knees to bend inwards and kneel,
When Rody raised his head with great difficulty, the invisible pressure even affected his visual image.

A shocking picture suddenly appeared behind Mr. Hawke.
Countless criminals are being tortured in different ways.

Every inch of their bodies only felt pain that belonged to them, as their skin, flesh, bones and blood vessels had all been controlled by the torture instruments.

Screaming,
Screaming,
In the crowd,
In bloom,
The squad leader, who was a spectator, also felt the pressure and was forced to leave the preaching room again. He could not help but hug his body and clamp his legs together.

As Rody was the main target, his thoughts were constantly being washed away by this pressure, as if he was already there and was one of the victims.

click!
The teeth clenched the jaws tightly.

Rody withstood the pressure and mental pain, and took a step forward. There was no sign of retreat in his red eyes.

On the other hand, when Mr. Hawke saw that Roddy had adapted to this mental wash in a short time, he immediately became excited.

The curved hooks on his back were tearing at his skin due to excitement, and the more he looked at Rody, the more he liked him.

"You are so talented that you can bear my state of pain without actually opening your spine! Why do you hang out with those guys who are addicted to killing? Why don't you come to me and report to me?!

What a pity! "

Just as Hawke was sighing, Roddy had already arrived in front of him.

Holding the knife with both hands,

The zombie knives that were crawling with hell wires were combining with the internal pituitary gland to a certain extent, making the teeth on the blade sharper and more easily able to tear flesh.

Charge and slash.

The effect is doubled with the support of combat uniforms.
Cutting diagonally towards Mr. Hawke's body,
The killing was unreserved, just like the fighting in the nursing home.

Ding!
The crisp sound of metal collision echoed in the preaching room.

The fallen zombie knife was firmly grasped by two fingers.
The small curved hook between the nail and the flesh also holds the blade tightly, making it unable to move.

Mr. Hawke even took the time to observe the peculiar structure of the knife.

"Oh, is this the weapon made from the pituitary gland? It is indeed very different from the weapons of hell, more vivid and more vital.

It can actually be combined with the attributes of hell, so it is very inclusive."

Next second,
Hawke only felt a strong impact in his abdomen.
The sole of Rody's shoe had already landed on his abdomen, and his leather jacket was dented.

Hawk's body weight was similar to that of a normal human, so he was naturally sent flying after being kicked so hard, and his body was about to hit the altar steps.

The hook inserted in its back suddenly began to pull at its skin, stopping its retreat and helping it regain its balance and stand firmly.

When Hawke looked up again, Roddy's body had changed. His back was already covered with broken skin and bulged, but it did not show a split spine.

"The lowest level of spine fighter? Come on... I'll lower my level a bit to play with you and give you some nutrition."

Hawke stopped using mental coercion and took the initiative to downgrade. He reached out and pulled out the hooks on his back as weapons, one on each side.

Rody came at the same time,
Ding! The blade hit the hook.

The wire-coated teeth rubbed wildly on the surface of the hook, and a large amount of metal sparks splashed all over the ground.

Huh~ Rody exhaled under the mask, bursting with strength to block the hook.

Hawke's body was completely exposed!
A knife chopped down...swish!

There was a ten-centimeter-deep slash on Hawk's front, running from his left chest to his waist and abdomen.

If it were a human, he would be in a state of worry right now.

But the inside of Hawke's body was pitch black, like a bottomless abyss with no end in sight.

"Oh? It actually hit me, but it's too shallow. It turns out that the gap in rank is too big... Even if I lower it on my own initiative, I can't make up for the gap in rank."

Taking advantage of the gap between Rody's slashes,
Hawke raised his hands high and pressed them down at the same time, lowering the hook held in his hands.

Swish!
The spikes pierced deeply into Rody's shoulders and penetrated deep into his flesh.

Not only that,

Hawke also has a subtle operation that is not easy to detect. When the hook enters the body, his fingers lightly tap the surface of the hook, and a vibration of a special frequency is transmitted into the body.

This was a kind of pain that Rody had never experienced before, a pain beyond his limits.

Violent screams echoed in the preaching room...

(End of this chapter)