Becoming an ancient god from blood therapy

Chapter 178 Borg's Wonderful Journey

After a simple self-introduction and pleasantries, the mayor of Arkham left the Arkham Sanatorium directly, and Borg was completely in charge of Morsi.

Morsi's life experience is very rich, and he naturally knows how important the third son of the Ruker family is to his young master.

Morsi smiled and said to Borg: "Mr. Rucker, it must not be in compliance with the rules to let you live in the Arkham Sanitarium. I will take you to the decent bar in the North District first. It is the best bar in our place." The bar, and the third floor is the best and safest hotel here."

Everything about my future is in the hands of this doctor. Naturally, Borg didn't dare to take it too seriously, and said very politely: "You are welcome, you don't have to worry about me too much, it's the same wherever I live."

Morsi smiled and said: "You don't care, but we can't ignore it. You can do whatever you want, just put your mind at ease. When you leave Arkham two days later, I believe that you have already Reborn."

Hearing this, Borg's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "Then thank you, Dr. Morsi."

Afterwards, Morsi turned to Wayne and said, "I will leave everything here to you for the time being, and I will be back in a while."

"Okay!" Wayne nodded, turned around and followed Danny to get busy.

Then Morsi left Arkham with Borg and his personal butler and walked south along Peabody Avenue.

It's not too far from the decent bar, so the group didn't take a car.

"Sorry, Arkham has just experienced a battle, and the number of cars is a little tight," Morsi said.

Borg shook his head and said, "It's okay, just walk around to exercise your body."

"I have been wandering at sea for a month, and now walking on land is also a kind of enjoyment."

Morsi laughed after hearing this: "Indeed, although human body functions are not bad at adapting, they still feel uncomfortable for a long time."

After hearing this, Borg's heart moved, and he asked tentatively: "Can ordinary surgery completely offset this discomfort?"

Morsi did not evade as Borg imagined, but said very happily: "Generally, after the eighteenth level, this discomfort can be effectively controlled, but if you want to completely control the transformation of this state, you need Thirty or above."

After hearing this, Borg thought to himself, "Sure enough, it's professional."

At this moment, at the junction of Peabody Avenue and Cowen Street, the two of them then turned west. Morsi pointed to the old single-family villa beside him and said, "This is the young master's home."

Borg turned his head to look at it, and said with surprise in his heart: "Is this here? The mayor of Arkham really lives in a simple place."

This villa is not luxurious at all, the area is not large, it looks very old, and the location is even worse, let alone the edge of the city, it is even next to the mental hospital.

Morsi said with a smile: "Master doesn't care about those external things."

Borg laughed and said, "At the level of Master Arkham, there is no need to care about these mundane things anymore."

Following Ke Wenjie to the west, suddenly a black shadow flashed and rushed towards Borg.

Borg was taken aback immediately, and before he could recover, two cold lights flashed, and the black figure froze, then fell to the ground.

At this time, Borg lowered his head and took a closer look. It was a man wearing a black suit and holding a sharp knife.

"My God! What is he doing?" Borg was terrified when he saw this.

I will become a superhuman tomorrow, so I can't be suddenly attacked by these lunatics now.

Morsi said casually: "This should be someone from the outside world who came to our town to wreak havoc."

While speaking, a young young doctor walked out of the plastic surgery hospital on the side.

"Doctor Morsi?" Sindwar was a little surprised when he saw Morsi.

Although he and Dr. Morsi are neighbors diagonally across the door, due to some special reasons, there was not much intersection before.

Now, Morsi is in Arkham Nursing Home almost all the time and rarely comes out.

Morsi smiled: "It turned out to be Dr. Hindwar."

"What's the matter with this man?"

"The mercenary who ran in from the outside wanted to inquire about the situation in the sanatorium, but he happened to pass by me and was stopped by me. In desperation, he was planning to take a funeral with him."

Hindvar said, grabbing the man by his collar and dragging him up, as if he was carrying a dead chicken, ready to return to his home.

"This is..." Schindwal noticed that an outsider was present, and turned to look at Morsi.

Morsi said with a smile: "This is a guest brought by the young master, and he will be one of his own in the future, so you don't have to worry."

Xindval nodded knowingly, and then dragged the body back home.

Borg on the side felt incredible when he saw this.

Growing up in the upper class of the capital, he saw rules and order. Beating up people on the street was easy to be caught by the police, let alone killing people.

But now in this place, the death of a person is like the death of a bug. Just like that, the murderer directly dragged him into the house, and even the blood on the ground didn't need to be covered up! ?

Watching Sindvall bring the body back home, Borg asked tentatively: "Mursi, that person..."

Morsi smiled slightly: "Don't worry, Dr. Schindwar has no habit of cannibalism, let's go!"

Borg didn't ask any more questions, and quietly followed Morsi to move on.

In the process of continuing to move forward, Borg heard some people's screams faintly along the way, some voices were full of despair, and some voices were full of fear.

Along with the screams came the sound of gunfire.

He even saw a group of heavily armed gangsters confronting ten Arkham policemen at a street intersection.

Borg, who thought it was a fierce battle, saw this group of police officers rushing forward in the next second despite the hail of bullets.

Something terrible happened.

The group of policemen let the bullets hit their bodies at this moment, without any intention of dodging.

And the bullets that hit them, as if they had been hit on a steel plate, only penetrated through their clothes, and then the bullets fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Those gangsters hiding behind various bunkers saw this scene, their eyes almost popped out.

Just when they were terrified, these policemen rushed to the edge of the bunker, and were shot in the head by the policeman under the terrified gaze of the thugs.

The whole battle, which was supposed to be very fierce, was completely over within 2 minutes and turned into a one-sided massacre.

Of the fifteen gangsters, twelve died, and the remaining three went completely insane in the intense panic and despair.

Borg followed Morsi a hundred meters away in a daze before recovering, muttering to himself, "What the hell is this place!?"

Morsi said with a smile: "Naturally, it's Arkham with simple folk customs."

(End of this chapter)