Disaster Shelter

Wen Wen pursed his lips and came to the roof of a nearby building.

He was very happy at first, but now his good mood was lost by that voice.

Even if Wen Wen wanted to find the voice, but the other party didn't give him a location, Wen Wen didn't know where to find it.

The world is so big, if you come to me with just one word, even gods can't find it.

However, all Wen Wen's grievances disappeared after seeing the black plane.

The plane is only eight meters long, and the wings are folded. At first glance, it looks pure black, but when the sun shines on it, it will show a rainbow-like color.

Wen Wen squeezed his chin and said, Well, the colorful black meets my requirements.

Under the folded wings on both sides, there are three missiles hanging on each side, each of which is a modified high-end product, which is more powerful than ordinary cloud bombs, once it hits, even the monsters in the middle of the disaster will not be offended to good.

There is a machine gun on the left and right sides of the front and bottom of the fuselage. The caliber of the machine gun is larger than that of Gatling, but I don't know how powerful it is.

At the same time, the overall weight of the aircraft is very light. Even if it lands on the roof of an ordinary residential building, it will not make much movement. This can be regarded as a black technology in the United States and Canada.

The value of the plane alone is already equivalent to a disaster-level monster, otherwise Wen Wen's demon hunting coins would have been emptied.

The combat power of the aircraft itself is better than nothing for Wen Wen now, but this does not prevent Wen Wen from liking this thing from the bottom of his heart.

That boy never dreamed of having his own plane?

Quack quack quack, those rich people who buy private jets and show off everywhere are so weak, do they have private fighter jets?

While crawling around on the fuselage like a spider, Wen Wen said in a strange voice, embarrassing the face of the American-Canadian pilot who came to deliver the plane.

When I was a detective, if I had this thing, then I would be the most beautiful kid in the detective world!

If Wen Wen was an ordinary detective flying around in such a plane, the most likely possibility would be to be shot down by a missile while flying...

After crawling every corner of the plane, Wen Wen settled down and completed the handover procedures with the Namega pilot.

The pilot will not leave for the time being, he will not leave until he teaches Wen Wen to fly the plane.

You don't need to teach me. I don't need to know how to fly a plane. I just need to have it. What you have to teach is it, my driver.

Wen Wen pulled Sanzai off from his neck, and said ferociously, Teach me how to open this thing within a day, or I'll feed you hot pot bottoms.

Then Wen Wen threw San Zai'er to the driver's feet, and jumped off the roof by himself, leaving the driver and San Zai'er with blank faces at the same time.

San Zai'er sighed humanely, why is it more tiring for him to survive a snake than a human?

It swept the driver with its tail, and then got into the cockpit.

The pilot scratched his hair and followed into the cockpit. He never dreamed that he would teach a snake to fly a plane.

Leaving San Zaier and the plane behind, Wen Wen started his daily exercise. He has just reached a new level and his strength has been greatly improved. He must exercise more to better grasp his current strength.

After practicing for two hours, Wen Wen went out and caught a little monster to use as a rune experiment for himself.

Now Wen Wen's way of runes is getting more and more profound. The abilities of some little monsters, such as fire, acid, and mind control, can be achieved by runes alone, even without the ring of the shelter.

With the growth of strength, Wen Wen has more and more abilities to control himself, and his dependence on the shelter is also getting lower little by little.

The slightly cruel experiment was carried out for several hours, and the sky had already darkened. Wen Wen checked the time, turned on the computer, and started the daily video of the ruling.

What is different from usual is that this time the 'Judger' did not hide it, but stood in the center of the screen openly.

But he still had a hood on his head and a mask on his face, making it difficult to see his face clearly.

Another difference is that this time there are no prisoners pending adjudication.

The adjudicator coughed twice, and seemed to be in poor health.

The guy we are going to deal with this time, I haven't caught him yet. If you think this person should die, I will catch him. If you think he shouldn't die, then I won't bother him.

The judge took out a piece of paper and began to chant the man's crime softly:

This person's name is Ning Zhewan. He is twenty-seven years old this year. On the surface, he is an assistant teacher in a cram school, but in fact this identity is just a cover. He is secretly collecting information in order to complete a murder.

He murdered eight people successively, all pretending to be accidental deaths.

Among the eight people are fruit sellers, accountants and principals of cram schools, and seemingly irrelevant bookstore owners and building materials store owners...

It took him three years to complete this murder. No one but me found out that he did these things.

Next, the adjudicator took out several photos and some written materials as evidence.

Wen Wen habitually checked through his own channels, and raised his eyebrows in a little surprise.

The eight victims shown by the adjudicator did indeed die within three years, and Ning Zhewan was indeed an assistant teacher in an off-campus cram school, but from the information Wen Wen checked, no connection was found.

This is very different from the situation of those guys executed by the adjudicator before. It turned out that all those people had solid evidence, but this time it was just the adjudicator's one-sided statement.

The reason why I didn't trouble him was because his purpose was revenge.

Ning Zhewan grew up in an orphanage, and the orphanage provided him with supplies all the way through high school. After graduating from high school, Ning Zhewan was admitted to a university with excellent grades and received a full scholarship. The connection with the orphanage It gradually faded away.”

When Ning Zhewan was 21 years old, an earthquake suddenly struck, the orphanage collapsed, and the principal and a dozen children were buried inside.

At first Ning Zhewan thought it was just an accident, but when he came back after graduation, he found that only the orphanage nearby had collapsed.

After checking again, I found that many building materials used in the orphanage were substandard, and plastic pipes were even used to replace steel bars. This was the root cause of this tragedy.

Therefore, Ning Zhewan took revenge on those who built the orphanage.

At this time, more than 20 years have passed since the orphanage was built. Those people are no longer working in the construction industry, but they were still found one by one by Ning Zhebang.

The adjudicator paused and said, I'm not going to judge people who kill people for revenge.

But three of the eight people he killed were innocent, and he just took his anger out on them.

So Ning Zhewan's life and death is up to you to judge.