If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

The scene was in a stalemate for a while. The three senior commissioners who were encircling and suppressing the murderers couldn't help but drop a drop of sweat on their foreheads. No one dared to wipe it away and could only let the sweat pass through their temples and flow across their faces, collect at their chins, and finally drip and splash on the floor. Broken water splashes.

Burly, ferocious, and terrifying.

This was the first impression the three senior commissioners had of the murderer. It was at this time that they had the opportunity to observe what kind of 'person' the notorious 'BloodyFace' was.

Muscles, this is naturally the first physical appearance to be observed. The murderer is 1.8 meters tall, his facial features are completely destroyed by the ferocious flesh, and his long brown hair hangs behind him like a savage. It is completely impossible to imagine that this is an elaborate plan. A serial killer who committed seven perfect crimes.

The next thing the commissioners noticed was naturally the pair of golden eyes as bright as gas lamps. The two eyes were sandwiched by thick apple muscles and prominent brow bones, just like poisonous snakes peeping at their prey in the dark gaps.

There is no doubt that it is this guy. It is understandable that such a dangerous person would do such horrific and perverted things no matter how heinous!

They're going to take down this son of a bitch here today.

The three senior commissioners exchanged glances, and their hands holding Leng Weapon couldn't help but tighten a little tighter.

In the combat conference room, a group of specialists gathered behind Ryder and Gloria, intently observing the appearance of the bloody-faced killer captured on the surveillance screen. Many people were whispering and discussing how to solve this freezing situation.

"The other party has a hostage in his hand. This is very troublesome. When he fell down just now, he hugged Marita tightly. He knew that this would be his only bargaining chip." Gloria tapped her fingers lightly on the table. The side brows were frowning.

"But he didn't say anything. He didn't say a word of nonsense after he was surrounded. I only saw awareness and hatred in his eyes." Ryder whispered.

"A very troublesome opponent. After seven hunts, his level of dragon transformation is already quite high. He is probably only one step away from transforming into a deadpool, right?" Gloria exhaled to calm her tense nerves.

"The physical strength displayed by the murderer just now is completely superior to all the specialists on the scene. His arm strength should be about 500 kilograms. If he can reach this level, it is basically certain that he has exceeded the critical blood limit. It is not yet certain whether he has reached the 'keel bone' 'This is a tough nut to crack given the state of things." Ryder kept replaying on the split screen the scene a few minutes ago of the murderer lifting up the hostage and throwing it casually with one hand. The sense of ease was like throwing a ball of paper in class. , diverting the crowded crowd like a red-hot knife and fork slicing through cheese, I am afraid that even the high-speed retreating wave cannot stop his advance.

"The outside of the inpatient department has been blocked by our people. We have captured several alarm calls made by passers-by. We have already said hello to the Chicago Police Department. Within half an hour, they will pretend to be deaf and mute and will not disturb them. Us." A commissioner in the conference room shouted with a phone under his shoulder.

"Very good." Ryder nodded.

It is axiomatic that the battlefield of the Dragon Clan can only be left to the secret parties to resolve, and any secret of the Dragon Clan should not be interfered with by outsiders.

"But now this situation cannot continue forever. We only have half an hour." Gloria whispered while looking at the three commissioners who were in a stalemate with the murderer.

"What are the words of the three commissioners on site? Are there any who can win by surprise?" Ryder gently covered his mouth with his right hand and stared at the monitor screen.

"'Word Spirit·Snake', 'Word Spirit·Ghost' and 'Word Spirit·Shadow Ghost'."

"'Snake' and 'Ghost' are not suitable for this situation. If it is an ambush, the latter may be able to catch him by surprise, but he has already been exposed in front of the enemy, and reducing his presence has no effect. As for the 'Shadow Ghost'. If If I remember correctly, this word spirit can give shadow entities to carry out auxiliary attacks?"

"But the offensive power is very weak, and the maximum output can only penetrate ten layers of paper. 'Mirror' often jokes in the ministry that his word spirit should be used to open safes instead of fighting." Gloria rubbed her temples. .

"Word spirits of mass destruction are not suitable for this kind of scene. There are many ordinary people at the scene. The Executive Department has explicitly prohibited the release of conspicuous word spirits of destruction in front of ordinary people." Ryder also had a headache because of this. Now he is trapped. Having captured the enemy, the hyenas were unable to eat anything.

"Negotiation?" A freshman from the Logistics Department in the combat conference room suggested in a low voice, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he found that all the senior commissioners turned to stare at him, and he was suddenly frightened into silence.

"When faced with dangerous hybrids, the Executive Department never negotiates." Ryder glanced at the new student and turned to look at the screen again.

"Where are the temporary commissioners? In addition to the senior commissioners, we also have two freshmen on site. Their speaking skills may come in handy." Gloria suggested after thinking for a while.

"Them?" Ryder frowned and was about to say that the freshmen were of no use at all, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of Caesar holding two Desert Eagles in the corner of the screen. It was this freshman who was in the crisis scene just now. To turn the tide and come back, this is tantamount to silently dismissing his views.

"I'm sorry, my word spirit is 'Kamaitachi'. It probably won't be of much use at this time. Unless you want to bet on the murderer's reaction, give me a live ammunition magazine and see if I blow it up with the Desert Eagle first. His head, or his reaction to use the hostage as a shield." Caesar's voice rang in the war conference room through the wireless channel.

"Where's the 'S' class?" Gloria asked, shaking her head.

"I'm not sure what my speech spirit is." Lin Nian answered.

"What do you mean not sure?" Ryder and Gloria asked at the same time.

"I didn't awaken the word spirit when I took the 3E exam. But I heard that the word spirit is only triggered when the heart is full of blood and emotions. I can feel it now, as if something is about to spit out in my throat. But To be honest, I'm not sure if this is the sequelae of the concussion or if my spirit is really about to awaken." Lin Nian's voice sounded hesitant.

Ryder held his forehead and rubbed the wrinkles on his forehead. How could a majestic 'S'-level hybrid have no speech ability? If you tell it as a joke, no one would think it was funny.

"Then it all depends on what happens on the spot." Caesar lowered his voice and said, "I think the murderer seems to be losing his composure."

In the lobby of the inpatient department, the burly murderer who held Helena hostage took half a step back. This small move made the three senior commissioners tense up. The muscles in their bodies were as hard as rocks. They were ready to fight like tough guys and tanks at any time. Preparation for the burly murderer.

But what is surprising is that the murderer did not charge towards the door. Instead, he bent down and began to whimper. The dull and fuzzy sound boiled in his throat like the roar of a wild beast. The only thing he could hear in the entire silent hall was The strange noise makes people shudder for no reason.

No one dared to act rashly. This strange scene made everyone daunted. Lin Nian, who was watching the battle from a distance, suddenly noticed that the murderer started to lower his head several times and looked at the unconscious Helena. His mood was obviously not right, and the muscles on his face were knitted. His face was somewhere between violent and struggling.

"He wants to abandon the hostages and use them as bait to survive alone?" Ryder guessed on the wireless channel.

But the next moment, the murderer suddenly trembled all over and let out an uncontrollable roar. Under everyone's dumbfounded gaze, the murderer's 1.8-meter tall body quickly jumped up, almost approaching the two-meter threshold. The three senior commissioners suddenly became smaller and looked at each other. His eyes gradually turned to looking up, dumbfounded as he stared at the murderer who had transformed into a real ferocious beast!

"It's the Word Spirit! The Word Spirit! This guy is mute! The ghost he was making and screaming just now was releasing the Word Spirit!" Ryder suddenly understood the truth behind the murderer's strange behavior.

"What kind of word spirit is this? To strengthen one's own body? 'The King's Attendant' or the 'Monument of Mountain Green'?" Gloria stared closely at the golden-eyed monster on the screen whose body was torn and his clothes were broken. The two word spirits she spoke quickly were The lineage of the King of the Earth and Mountains focuses on strengthening the body's power-based speech spirits.

"I don't know, but I just know that he is going to attack soon!" Ryder growled: "Be ready to attack! He will not be able to take care of the hostages when he attacks. Prioritize rescuing the hostages, and then kill the enemy!"

"Where are we?" Caesar asked quickly on the wireless channel.

"Temporary Commissioner, step back! Temporary Commissioner, step back! This is not your job!" Gloria ordered sternly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the burly murderer in the hall had stopped expanding his body. At this moment, his body had reached a terrifying 2.3 meters. He stood in the empty field as tall as a rockery, with golden eyes full of violent roars as he exerted force on his feet. The tiles in half the hall were trampled, and the speeding train crashed into the door like a derailment!