The god of the world

Chapter 6
After trying again and again, Rogers found that with his current spiritual power, he only needs to get in close contact with the target, and he can make the target lose most of his resistance.

As long as his spiritual power rushes into the opponent's mind, the opponent will have a splitting headache on the spot and his eyes will be dull.

This is all confirmed in the "mouse".

On this day, he finally couldn't bear the anxious waiting in his heart, and returned to the vicinity of his burned home.

In the middle of the night, there are no pedestrians on the street, the street lights are still on, and the occasional passing cars make the place not so dead.

Rogers pushed open the sewer cover and crawled out. He was wearing women's clothes and a wig, and he was going to check around to see if there were any newly moved families.

……

"Cute little baby, are you lost? Do you want my brother to take you home?"

With tears in his eyes, Rogers nodded helplessly.

The two white bearded men on the opposite side looked at each other and showed lewd smiles.

"Come on, give me your hand..."

Rogers obediently held the hands of the two, and then...

"Ah! Shet!!"

The two were overwhelmed by Rogers' spiritual power on the spot, rolling all over the floor with headaches.

This is the difference between a normal normal human being and a "rat".

Rogers pulled out a pocket knife strapped to his thigh, crouched down and aimed it at one of the men's throats.

This is one of the gains of zero yuan purchase.

"Mommy Falk, I'm going to use my &#@into your#& to make you @&@..."

That person started rapping on the spot. If you say he is white, who will believe it?

It was Rogers who gave him a knife to calm down.

"I ask you to answer."

"Fack, are you a man?!"

"Ah!! Just ask, I will definitely tell you!"

……

After the inquiry was over, Rogers was not interested in staying here.

But another white man took advantage of Rogers' turn and immediately exploded and hurt people.

Although Rogers' body is only in his teens, he healed quickly and reacted.

With a rush of spiritual power, he picked up the knife and cut his throat, ending the battle.

"Don't kill me! Please!" The only remaining person trembled.

Rogers gave him a cold look, stabbed him down, and ended his life.

If you want to blame, blame your friend.

However, Rogers really has to thank them.

"Jumbert, Calvin." Rogers picked up the wig on the ground, with an inexplicable light in his eyes.

"Really let me find it?"

According to these two people, there are a few washing powder sellers nearby, who specialize in these activities, and they may be related to them, located in the abandoned factory building to the west.

And now, it's already midnight.

Rogers wiped the blood off the knife, put the wig back on, and dragged the two bodies down the drain before moving on.

Now that we know the location, let's do things tonight, so as not to have long nights and dreams.

Now he is not afraid that Professor X will send someone again, the portal of his consciousness level has been completely opened, and he can travel to other worlds at any time.

And the X-Men can't come out at night like me, can they?Do they have nothing else to do but stare at themselves?

Even if you get caught, just run away, it's not a big problem.

Now we only need to worry about the robber being sent to the police station by Professor X.

……

In the dark night, Jambert is a black man. He is outside, holding a shotgun in his hand, smoking a cigarette boredly, perfectly blending into the environment.

"Jumbert, it's so late, I'm afraid no one will come, pack up and prepare to leave." Calvin walked over from a distance with the zipper on his crotch. He was also a black man.

"It doesn't matter what you said, the boss is still in the factory." Zhanbert rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Just as Calvin was about to speak, he saw Zhanbert pointing behind him: "No, someone is here."

"Farke, it's going to be dawn again." Carl took out his pistol angrily and walked over with Jambert.

"What do you want?"

"Wait, is it a child?"

Rogers' eyes were fixed on the shotgun in Jambert's hand.

"What? Haven't you seen it? The gun under me is bigger, do you want to see it?" Jambert laughed and gave Carl a look.

"This is the gun."

Rogers would never admit that he was wrong. There was a dent in the body of the shotgun, which was exactly the same as the gun that was robbed at the time.

"Are you lost or are you here to buy something?" Calvin remained expressionless, pretending not to see Jambert's eyes.

He's not a pervert.

Rogers stepped forward and grabbed the clothes of the two men.

"What are you doing..."

"Om~"

Rogers' spiritual power hit the past to the greatest extent. He was dizzy and stinging unbearably, while Jambert and Calvin's ears were bleeding, and they rolled their eyes and fell to the ground twitching, uttering tiny pained groans.

Rogers staggered over to pick up the shotgun, then put Cavin's pistol on his waist, and took out a knife to cut off the tendons of their hands and hamstrings.

He couldn't kill two people so cheaply.

He hid for more than half a month, for what?He couldn't let these two guys die so easily.

Rogers struggled to drag the bleeding feet of the two into the woods farther away.

Although he was in a trance, he was filled with the pleasure of revenge.

……

"Mommy Fake, my head..."

Calvin woke up first, and he murmured in a low voice, the tingling pain in his limbs and mind made his brows frowned.

"Are you awake?" Rogers sat aside and stabbed Cavin with a knife.

"Who are you riding? Ah! Falk!"

"I ask, you answer, understand?"

"OK, OK."

Calvin nodded quickly, he was still a little dazed now, he didn't know why he became like this, but the huge pain in his chest made him have to listen to this child dressed in women's clothes.

"Half a month ago, did you shoot a newly moved couple?"

"I... ah! Yes, yes, it was me and Jambert who snatched it."

With another slash, Calvin answered quickly.

"That's right."

"What's wrong?" Calvin asked weakly.

Rogers smiled, and slashed at him one after another.

"Then you just leave after grabbing the money, why set fire to it?"

"I didn't let it go, I didn't let it go, it was Jambert who let it go, please, don't kill me, please, what else do you want from you?" Calvin felt that he was getting weaker and weaker, and he watched helplessly. His chest was slashed open with a knife, and he was about to pee in fright.

"I asked you why you set the fire!" Rogers snarled, he was simply venting his emotions.

"It's not me... ah! It's Jambert, he's a pervert, he likes to watch other people howling before being burned, don't kill me, don't kill me! Please."

Rogers was unmoved, and he didn't move the knife anymore.

Let him watch himself lose too much blood and die.

Then, the target turned to Jambert, who was still unconscious.

"Whoo~"

Rogers breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't hold it anymore, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he had activated his spiritual power too many times in a short period of time.

"Like to hear people wailing? It's really perverted." Rogers muttered to himself.

"My hands and feet, Mare Falke, are that bastard."

Just then, Jambert woke up.

Rogers grinned cruelly.

"Come on, let me hear your wailing."

"Mommy Falk, ah!!!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong! What do you want...Ah!! Falk! I xx your xx..."

"Did you set the fire?"

"What fire? Hurry up and let me go, ah!!"

Rogers stabbed Jambert in the eye, not deeply, but well.

"woooo~"

Jambert burst into tears, he couldn't keep his mouth shut, death and fear spread in his heart, he didn't even understand what happened, his tendons in his hands and hamstrings were cut off in a blink of an eye, and a child asked some inexplicable questions.

(End of this chapter)