The twelve spells at the beginning, I beat the people of the motherland violently

Outside a high-security mental hospital, Butcher's car stopped.

"Douglas Mental Hospital..." Butcher glanced in the direction of the outer mental hospital. "All mental patients in the CIA system will be sent here for treatment."

He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from the front desk of the car.

Just draw it and it becomes a simple topographic map.

"The innermost building, No. [-] on the second floor, is where Nelson is held." Butcher pointed on the topographic map. "This place is heavily guarded. There are usually two people guarding the prisoners inside day and night."

"In order to prevent the aggressive mental patients inside from escaping, there are two detection ports starting from the door and going to the ward inside..."

He tapped the pen on the drawing a few times and suddenly said: "Actually, I suggest that it is best to sneak in secretly at night so as not to be discovered by the guards inside, otherwise things will be very troublesome."

"It's too troublesome." Colin, who was listening silently, suddenly took away the drawing, "Butcher, don't forget, I am the super human who killed Deep Sea and Locomotive."

Under Butcher's gaze, Colin opened the car door and walked directly to the door of the mental hospital.

A car just pulled out of the mental hospital.

Colin, who was directly in front, did not give way.

The car stopped two meters away, and the driver inside honked the horn wildly and gestured to the side, trying to get Colin to get out of the way.

Without moving away or retreating, Colin walked straight to the hood of the car, and then walked to the cab of the car.

The car window lowered, revealing a small gap, and the middle-aged woman inside yelled at Colin.

But seeing the cold smile on Colin's face, her scolding stopped abruptly.

Colin broke the car window with one punch, grabbed the woman's neck, and dragged her out of the car amidst her screams.

The heavily armed guards at the entrance of the mental hospital had long noticed Colin approaching rashly.

As soon as something happened here, the guards were alerted.

Several guards immediately surrounded Colin with guns drawn.

Colin didn't have the slightest fear and walked towards the door of the mental hospital as if he were in no man's land.

The inexplicable guards retreated step by step until they reached the entrance of the mental hospital, but no one dared to shoot.

Butcher cursed lowly, pulled off his clothes, covered his face, leaving only his eyes, and quickly chased after Colin.

There will definitely be interesting things happening inside. Since he is already here, he must not miss it...

In the mental hospital, a bearded man who is the guard commander appears behind many guards.

"Who are you?" Pushing past the young man in front, he solemnly pointed his gun at Colin, "This is Douglas Mental Hospital. No matter why you are here, please put down Dr. Maggie first!"

Colin said nothing and continued to move forward.

The commander had no choice but to retreat: "Stop quickly, or you will bear the consequences!"

As Colin advanced, guards surrounded him.

Butcher followed Colin carefully, trying to be as transparent as possible.

Although he has experienced many life and death crises, it is the first time for Butcher to continue to move forward desperately with so many guns pointed at him.

His heart was beating violently, and he felt a little warm for the first time in a long time.

At the same time, I am very curious in my heart, what exactly is Colin's ability...

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out suddenly.

Colin suddenly stopped and looked at his left knee.

Blood flowed out from the bloody knee.

Butcher also looked at Colin's knees.

After a gunshot, the scene fell into silence again.

The ground shook, and Colin suddenly disappeared.

Amidst the piercing screams, the guard who fired the gun had his face grabbed by Colin and violently pressed to the ground. His knees, like Colin's, were weirdly bent behind him, and he had completely lost the ability to move.

Colin stood up and put aside the frightened woman in his hands: "A tooth for a tooth, blood for blood..."

Many guards retreated in shock.

This kind of speed and power is definitely not something ordinary people can possess, so the person in front of me must be a super human!

"You are a super human!" The guard chief managed to remain calm, "You are not a super human from Walter Company..."

"This is Douglas Mental Hospital, directly under the jurisdiction of the CIA!"

"You should know that if you break into this place violently, even if you are a super human, you will have to pay the price!"

"I want to go in and find someone." Colin showed a bloodthirsty smile and dragged his injured left leg forward. "I just want to go in and find someone. Don't force me to kill... I actually don't want to kill you."

When he walked into the hospital passage, his injured left leg had fully recovered, and his walking posture had returned to normal.

Only the blood that had not dried on his left knee told everyone that the injury he just suffered was not an illusion.

Butcher looked thoughtfully at Colin's left knee.

The guard chief also discovered this and had lost the idea of ​​blocking Colin's progress.

He picked up the intercom to notify the other guards, followed Colin, and watched Colin move forward with purpose in the mental hospital.

Following the route drawn by Butcher, Colin moved forward without encountering any obstacles.

After walking to the third floor of the innermost ward, Colin turned into the corridor where the ward was located.

This floor contains mentally ill patients undergoing treatment.

There are three rooms on the left and right sides, six rooms in total, and each room holds a patient.

Some people are fishing in the basin, some are chanting to the wall, some are banging on the door and shouting that they are God...

Colin's eyes were opened to all kinds of mental patients.

When he reached [-], Colin looked inside through the small iron window.

It was very quiet inside. A gray-haired man was squatting in the corner of the room with his back on his back, not knowing what to do.

Colin opened the door casually: "Christian Nielsen?"

The man inside didn't respond.

Colin frowned.

When he walked up to the man, the smell of feces made him nauseous.

Covering his mouth and nose, Colin looked at the man.

The gray hair is dirty and messy, the face is vicissitudes of life, the corners of the mouth are drooling, and the eyes are blank and unfocused.

The dirt-covered hands painstakingly drew simple paintings on the ground that resembled a child's graffiti.

But he didn’t just paint randomly.

If you look carefully, he should be speaking to a man in a cloak, and you can't tell the difference between male and female.

If the traces scratched by the nails represent a color, then the cloak this person is wearing should be a solid color cloak. A reasonable guess is that it may be black.

Next to this painting, there is a lifelike eye.

Nelson, who was squatting on the ground, had completely lost his mind. He seemed to be relying on instinct to draw these things, and it seemed that he would never stop.

There are many marks on the walls and sides, obviously painted by Nelson.

His eyes moved back to the man's face.

Although this man looked to be in his 60s or [-]s, more than ten years older than when the shooting occurred, Colin was sure that this was the Nelson he remembered fondly!

In the past six months, he has never forgotten Nelson in his dreams!

He had thought of countless ways to get revenge, but he never thought he would see Nelson on such an occasion.

I had just heard Butcher say Nelson was crazy, but only after seeing Nelson in person did Colin know what Nelson meant by "crazy."

The other party can no longer feel the pain and has become an existence like a puppet that has lost its mind. So what can we do to retaliate?

Can Nelson feel one thousandth of the pain he suffered?

Of course not.

The expected pleasure of revenge was in huge contrast with the reality, which made Colin extremely depressed.

"How old is he?" Colin suddenly asked Butcher.

"According to the records, he should be 38 years old." Butcher shrugged, "Don't ask me why he became like this, I don't know."

"What was his motive for killing?" Colin stepped on the picture on the ground. "I know he wanted to kill me. All my friends were only implicated by me."

"But in my mind, I didn't know him, and I never even said a word to him."

"Can Mr. Butcher tell me?"

Nielsen pretended Colin's feet didn't exist and continued painting in the same pattern, but this time the nails scratched his shoes.

"The CIA doesn't know the truth, but they investigated one thing." Bucher looked at Nelson, "Nielsen made careful preparations before the shooting. It was indeed not a killing of passion, but preparation and purpose. of killing, the target is naturally Mr. Colin."

"I want to know why they want to kill me." Colin kicked Nelson away.

The inertia of retreat was stopped after hitting the corner of the wall. Nelson screamed like a wild beast. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the painting on the ground. His limbs exerted their strength and he eagerly crawled towards his simple painting.

This thing seemed to be addictive to Nelson, attracting all his attention.

With a crooked smile, Butcher said: "For so many years, this guy has done all kinds of bad things and has never had any faith. But two days before the shooting, this guy actually developed faith."

"According to the investigation, the secret religion he believes in is a secret pride called the Four Gods Religion."

"This sect was born less than five years ago. Its whereabouts and activities are very secretive. No one knows who founded this sect, and no one knows how many members there are. It is very mysterious."

He pointed to the painting on the ground: "According to the little information that has been circulated, there are four gods they believe in, and this is one of them."

"No one knows his name, and no one has seen his appearance. The information circulated shows that he is a man wearing a black cloak, which represents an eye."

"The Four Gods..." Colin looked at the cloaked man on the ground for a moment, then suddenly punched Nelson in the head.

His brain exploded, Nelson's head disappeared, and his body slowly fell down. However, his two hands were still drawing pictures on the ground unhurriedly, as if he wanted to continue this action for eternity.

It’s hard to imagine that these same hands once held guns and killed so many people mercilessly...