$658 Amanda Waller Has a Heart as Dark as Her Skin

"Well, what exactly are you going to do?"

It’s not surprising that Bloodsport still looks that trembling.

If someone only needs such a short period of time to overcome his own psychological shadow, then such a person will not be shrouded in the shadow from the beginning.

The little mouse wearing a vest moved its little paws, although it was obviously a domesticated pet.

If someone would keep a mouse as a pet.

Rats and squirrels are not the same thing.

"You mean over there?"

Bloodsport glanced in the direction the little mouse was pointing.

There seems to be a passage there, but it looks like you can only crawl through it.

Well, that's a tunnel, a super small one.

Bloody Sports can be stuck inside if the movements are slightly larger.

But fortunately, this "tunnel" is enough to stop the huge demon here.

"I owe you my life."

Bloodsport said helplessly. Fortunately, his tremors no longer seriously affected his actions.

Since Dream Prison became a temporary lair for demons, the place has lost its regular lighting circuit.

Now only the emergency lights flickered on and off, and it was obvious that they wouldn't last much longer.

It's been a long time since this place became what it is now, so it's lucky that the emergency lights can still shine.

After passing through that long and narrow tunnel, Bloodsport finally saw a little light.

Although this is not necessarily a good thing, and this place really feels a bit desolate.

It doesn't look like a super prison that was once filled with criminals, or it looks like a large empty warehouse.

If it weren't for the rows of regular cells, there really would be no connection between this place and the prison.

"What's over there?"

Bloodsport was still shaking, but still able to communicate.

Although he has the ability to kill these little mice easily, he dare not do it...

This fear of rats has long penetrated deep into his heart.

"Zhizhizhi~"

The little mouse became a little anxious at this time, and stretched out his paws to grab Bloodsport's clothes.

It seemed like he was trying to lead the way.

This looks a bit like Jerry. I wonder if this mouse can play swordsmanship, dance and do scientific research...

"Okay, don't touch me now, I'll be there!"

Bloodsport became even more intense.

After fighting all the way to the current position, he has already understood the strength of the demon here.

He can still deal with the weak ones, such as the Sinking Demon.

But it would be terrible if a big guy came along.

It may be best to keep quiet when acting alone, as this may not send a message to teammates.

But it won't attract the enemy's attention.

Bloodsport crept forward cautiously until he reached the door of a collapsed cell.

Just walking here can smell the strong smell of blood. If it weren't for the unique stench of demons in the smell of blood here, Bloody Sports might have turned around and ran away.

"Squeak!"

The little mouse shouted loudly, and it was obvious that he was very anxious.

"You mean there is something important to you buried here? Or do you mean there is a person buried here?"

Bloodsport said this, but his hands had already begun to carry the gravel bit by bit.

"Fuck!"

A fierce shout came from the quiet flickering environment...

The sound was almost the same as Wayne's war cry.

He was not injured, but he found a piece of rat underneath the stone he just picked up...

A rat with bloody flesh crushed by a stone can indeed be called a rat piece...

It was like when he was walking under a tall building when he was a child, a mouse fell from the sky and fell in front of him.

Then a motorcycle flew past and left the same traces... 1

The rat is not powerful, but its psychological shadow is still indelible...

Especially the emptiness after those dark eyes lost their brilliance, which made Blood Sports feel like he was seeing himself...

"Squeak!"

The little mouse wearing a vest shouted loudly, although even if he shouted with all his strength, the sound would not be loud.

He acted very uneasy, as if something was coming.

"I know, I'll speed up!"

Bloodsport originally planned to throw the stone with rat flakes on his hand farther away, but accidentally put it aside carefully.

Then it moved the rocks faster.

He is not slow in his movements. If he was moving bricks on a construction site, he could earn seven to eight hundred yuan in one day at least.

This efficiency is not something that ordinary people can achieve. Thanks to his father's brutal training since he was a child, he has reached the limit of human physical fitness.

"Lakanixiu~"

When this sound sounded, Bloody Sports could already hear the footsteps of those fallen demons.

Even the stench made him feel a little nauseous.

"Squeak!"

A scream!

The little mouse wearing a vest widened his eyes and took an offensive stance.

“Hey, little guy, you’d better stay away for a little bit!

It's a pity that I can't help you dig out these rocks until those demons are dealt with.

Fuck!"

Another curse...

Bloodsport saw that the little mouse in the vest suddenly expanded in size, and stopped growing just when it was about to break through the vest!

Then the mouse hair on its back became like porcupine quills, and flew out after a tremor!

Haired mice...

Monsters can be found everywhere in the Sanctuary.

To say that these guys are demons is a bit of an insult to the demons.

But these mice are not real mice.

It's a pity that Luke didn't tell Bloodsport about the knowledge of hard-haired mice...

It's not Luke's fault. These little things are about to become endangered species after the Hell Lord really came to the Sanctuary...

The demons don't recognize these little guys as one of them, and these things can't get close to the Nephalem...

Reality is always so cruel. These animals affected by the power of the Burning Hell are all living very uncomfortably.

Just like the Demon Bull Clan.

"Okay, I'll speed up now. "

Bloodsport did not look at the situation of the fallen demons shot by the spikes.

The speed at which the spikes flew out alone allowed him to estimate the lethality of this attack.

It would definitely not be any worse than the bullets fired by the weapon in his hand!

When Bloodsport's weapons were not equipped with modules, the caliber of the bullets was very small.

But it was enough to kill those fallen demons, and the spikes fired by this mouse in a vest were even larger than the caliber of his bullets!

"Fuck, why is there such a thing again! "

Bloodsport complained as he put the new rat slice aside.

When he moved most of the stones away, he saw a scene that was enough to make normal people afraid of rats!

Under the stones were piled up a large number of bloody rats!

But there was a small gap at the bottom!

He seemed to realize something!

At this time, the fallen demons finally approached the scene!

This is a mature team of fallen demons, among which there are wizards.

The ability to resurrect their own kind is very difficult, but this race still has no upper limit.

Those wizards are too conspicuous and can be killed by targeted targets easily.

It's a pity that the little mouse in the vest didn't seem to notice this feature. The continuous firing of spikes has made the first few fallen demons look like hedgehogs.

But the wizard still walked at the back without any injury.

"Okay, little mouse.

If you keep firing spikes, you will be bald.

I have moved the stones away, and it's up to you to do whatever you want. "

Bloody Sport took a deep breath and calmed himself down, then raised his hand directly.

He pointed the gun that looked like a can opener at the Fallen Demon Wizard in the distance.

Human wisdom gave birth to civilization and created various tools.

This is what humans are truly proud of!

This total wisdom is the reason why humans stand on the top of this planet!

The Fallen Demons can only be said to be cunning. They have not experienced more complicated struggles that cannot use force, and even hiding seems a bit ridiculous!

"Bang~"

The gun went off, and the Fallen Demon Wizard fell to the ground first!

Those groups of Fallen Demons seemed to have lost their backbone in an instant and began to flee!

And the Fallen Demon who was walking in the front fell behind when he fled, and with the "weight" piled on his body, he fell directly to the ground.

The side covered with spikes was still facing down, and this time he could no longer stand up.

"Squeak~"

"Well~Sebastian~What's wrong with me? "

A sleepy voice came from under the pile of rat pieces, and it sounded like it hadn't woken up at all.

Sebastian, it seems to be the name of the rat in the vest.

"Hmm~ I remember. It seems that there were several earthquakes before?

I called these friends to protect me?

It seems that the earthquake is over? "

The lazy and sleepy female voice finally had a bit of sobriety, which might be a good thing.

"Okay, man. I'm Bloody Sport, and I'm here to solve the devil.

Girl, what's your name?"

Bloody Sport looked at a figure crawling out from under the pile of rat pieces with difficulty, and the girl's face was not good at all.

Although there were many rats, these rats lost their lives for her.

This was not something to be happy about for her.

"It seems that now is the time to report the nickname? Well, I'm the rat catcher. "

"Rat catcher? I remember he was a man, and he was old? "

Bloodysport said with some surprise.

"That's my father. Since you know him, I am the second generation of the Rat Catcher."

The young girl said this, still sleepy.

But there seemed to be light in her eyes.

If mice have targets, why can't we? This is what the father of the second generation of the Rat Catcher left her.

This is probably one of her life creeds.

"Okay, second generation.

But I remember that there didn't seem to be any earth-shattering vicious cases among the things your father did.

So why were you imprisoned in the Dream Prison?"

Bloodysport asked.

The father and daughter Ratcatcher are also very talented.

The father is a vicious dog...but fortunately he did not pass this bad habit on to his daughter.

Nor did I exchange my daughter for the purchasing funds for that garbage.

So he is not considered a scumbag and is hopeless.

Even if the father doesn't look at his own bad habits, that guy is still quite responsible.

At least he's a good father.

The ability to drive rats gives them the ability to sustain themselves.

For example, work like helping others drive away rats is actually quite profitable.

This is also the origin of the title Ratcatcher.

It's a pity that there will always be people who use malicious intentions to judge others.

After the ratcatcher's abilities became famous, those who needed to get rid of rats always assumed that the rats were brought by the ratcatcher.

So I want to solve these "blackmails" once and for all.

It's a shame those filthy capitalist bastards got it all wrong, but the ratcatchers also became criminals.

It’s quite unfair anyway…

Until the rat catcher himself lost his life because of that bad habit, and the girl also lost the only person who could protect her.

Then he was sent to Dream Prison by Amanda Waller...

After that woman gave up her conscience, there was nothing that a human could do.

The innocent second-generation rat catcher has a new place to live, and she doesn't need the rats to keep her warm.

And she doesn’t have to ask rats to collect food for her.

Maybe this is a good thing?

Anyway, the second generation of Ratcatcher was not subjected to any abuse, except for the fact that a bomb was installed in his head...

"Huh? I picked up a watch from the hand of a little mouse?

Then I plan to exchange money.

Then I got caught and they said I was stealing. "

The second generation of Rat Catcher said without caring at all.

She was obviously falsely accused and wronged, but she didn't care at all.

Life in Dream Prison is much better than living on the streets.

"Amanda Waller did it?"

Bloodsport immediately thought of that bitch...

This method is exactly the same as the method used to force him to serve.

“Well, Amanda arranged a place for me.

It was said that as long as I could help when they needed me, my sentence would be reduced by ten years. "

The second generation Rat Catcher said it matter of course.

There was no gratitude or resentment in the words, as if it had nothing to do with her.

"What did you steal that warranted more than ten years in prison?"

Bloodsport said with anger.

"I didn't steal that, I picked it up!"

The second generation Rat Catcher was still a little excited when he said this.

She obviously knew she had been wronged and was angry about it.

"Well, it's a watch."

"What watch can get you locked up in Dream Prison?"

"A watch for watching TV."

"..."

Bloodsport felt that this conversation seemed somewhat familiar.

"I know that a mobile phone can do all this, but I don't have a mobile phone, and naturally I don't have a calling card.

That watch can be used to watch TV~"

The second generation Rat Catcher said with a regretful tone.

When she was growing up, she could only watch TV through the windows of street shops...

"Amanda Waller is really not human! Her heart and skin are definitely the same color!"

Bloodsport said from the heart.

Then he felt his communication headset ring.

He forgot that he had a listening device on him and a bomb in his head...

Fortunately, Amanda Waller will not detonate a bomb just because someone scolds her. In Amanda Waller's eyes, the mission comes first...