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Zhao Hui brought Silver Wolf's head two hundred meters away.

In about ten minutes, two waves of mist appeared at the same time, wrapping the body and head of the silver wolf respectively. The head and body of the werewolf even tended to merge into one, slowly rolling on the ground, but they were separated by the three people. Controlled, failed.

In the end, the fog cleared, and the silver wolf did not come back to life, but Zhang Xin noticed that both the silver wolf's body and head injuries had healed.

"Zhao Hui, bring the head here."

Zhao Hui returned to Zhang Xin and said with a fierce look on his face: "Let's just chop him into mincemeat."

Zhang Xin had a different opinion. Silver Wolf had died twice, and both times he was not far away.

He clearly felt that after the silver wolf died once, the breath of life that the silver wolf gave him had weakened a lot.

Silver Wolf's resurrection failed this time. Although the life breath was also weakened, the degree of weakening was much smaller.

From a materialist point of view, the existence of werewolves is only a manifestation of species diversity after all. Putting aside those so-called myths and legends, the resurrection of the silver wolf must be because he has a reserve of vitality beyond ordinary people.

Every resurrection of his is a consumption of this energy.

So he shook his head and said: "I think if you chop it into minced meat and put it together again, you might be able to resurrect it successfully, so this method is not advisable."

Cicada said thoughtfully at the side: "What about after it's cooked, ah, no, after it's burned to ashes?"

Zhang Dao: "I think it's feasible, but it's not enough to relieve my anger!"

Zhao Hui's eyes lit up again: "Then what should I do to relieve my anger?"

"Drag back to the castle first!"

With the gravity technique nearby, it was easy to pull a silver wolf. They quickly took the silver wolf back to the castle.

Zhang Xin ignored the panicked looks of these women: "Zhao Hui, cut off his limbs..."

Zhao Hui chopped off the werewolf's limbs neatly: "And then?"

"Give him his head back."

Zhao Hui said in horror: "In this way, he will be resurrected."

"I know."

Less than two minutes after the head was put back, two more fogs appeared, one part wrapped around the body of the silver wolf, and the other part wrapped around the limbs of the silver wolf in Zhao Hui's hand.

Then the silver wolf was resurrected, he was resurrected very completely, even every hair is complete, except...he has no limbs!

"What did you do? My hands and feet, my hands and feet..."

Zhang Xin said coldly: "Kill him!"

Zhao Hui chopped off Yin Lang's head with a sword, and Yin Lang couldn't even dodge, so he knelt down on the spot.

"What to do next?"

"Wait for his second resurrection..."

The women around him slowly gathered around.

"Bastard, I'm the second son of the William family. If you dare to treat me like this, my family will not let you go...ah..."

These women all stretched their necks, watching the scene eagerly, and there were some changes in everyone's eyes.

"Damn it, I'm great... ah..."

Hilna was also among this group of women, and she took the initiative to propose an idea: "Hero, can you let me chop?"

"can!"

"I want it too, I want it too..."

"Don't worry, everyone, there are plenty of opportunities."

A werewolf without hands and feet doesn't seem to be much different from a silly dog.

These women, holding sticks and stones in their hands, surrounded Silver Wolf and beat him up. This scene was so miserable and bloody that Zhang Xin couldn't bear to look at it for a while and stayed away from it. After about five long minutes, the women burst into loud cheers.

That's horrible!

How could it be enough to die once? These women tortured and killed the silver wolf over and over again, and the efficiency was getting higher and higher. By noon, the castle had been burned down, and the silver wolf had died about forty or fifty times.

At first he said some cruel words, but later he just begged for mercy. Unfortunately, no one cared about his begging for mercy.

The vitality of the silver wolf is no longer vigorous, and it has become ordinary, giving people a feeling of being out of the crowd.

After many resurrections, the hair on his body changed from silver-white to gray-white, and his body no longer looked tall and tall. Even the characteristics of a wolf on his body began to decrease, becoming more and more like a human being.

Because the scene was too bloody, Zhang Xin continued to stay away from these people, standing in the distance and waiting silently for this scene.

Suddenly Cicada came to his side and said, "The communication is restored."

Zhang Xin said in surprise: "How is it possible? Is there a base station nearby?"

"It should be, but there was no signal until the castle was burnt down, and now there is suddenly."

Zhang's confidence sank.After these days of fighting, he has a little contempt for the wolves. These werewolves have nothing but force and longevity, but they have been killed by him several times like animals, and they are basically wiped out now.

Although Silver Wolf showed an unusual resurrection ability, he didn't have much worry in his heart.

Just ten more of this stuff would be for nothing.

But it would be different if they had technology that could block signals on a large scale. Whether it was technology or magic, it meant that the number of wolves might far exceed his imagination.

He took a deep breath to suppress the palpitations, then looked at Cicada and said, "How do you know there is a signal?"

"I received a call...it was from Mantis..."

Mantis, it took Zhang Xin a while to remember who Mantis was. Isn't that one of his partners in Gotham City?

"It's him, why did he call you all of a sudden?"

"The oriole boss is injured."

"Then the old guy was also injured sometimes? It's quite rare... I even called him. He couldn't tell you about his funeral." Zhang Xin's face remained calm, but his hands shook slightly. Down.

Cicada shook her head and said, "Of course not, but the boss of the oriole is injured, Mantis is a little unsteady on his own, and wants me to go back and help."

"Are you going back alone? That's definitely not possible." Zhang Xin refused without hesitation, and then added: "If you want to go back, we will go back together."

Having said that, he suddenly felt a little anxious.

In name, Huang Que was still his immediate superior, so he had to ask about emotionally and rationally injured matters.

In terms of personal emotions, the original owner will not talk about it. After he came to this world, Huang Que personally invited him to rejoin Longhua and gave him a stage to serve the motherland.

He was thinking that he must go back.

He glanced at the messy old castle and everything around him, and touched his temple in distress.

"We have to go back as soon as possible, otherwise we may not see the oriole for the last time."

Cicada rolled her eyes at him and said, "I just couldn't think of a way, so I came here to find you."

Zhang Xin pressed his eyebrows, thought for a while, suddenly his eyes lit up, he quickly took out his mobile phone, found the number of Miss Potts, Iron Man's life assistant, and handed the phone to Cicada.

"what?"

"You are both women, it's easier to talk to each other. In short, you have to use your three-inch tongue to persuade Pepper to let her and Iron Man take the initiative to take care of this mess... If you can let them send us to Gotham City is better."

Cicada said hesitantly: "Would it be unkind for us to do this?"

"The relevant departments of the United States should bear a great deal of responsibility for the tragedy that happened in this ancient castle. We are taking the initiative to remove ourselves now, which is precisely a manifestation of sensibleness."

"Oh!

Zhang Xin watched Cicada walk aside and started making calls, and suddenly felt that his idea was very good.

If this matter is S.H.I.E.L.D., the FBI and other departments will discover it first, and it will be frozen and frozen, but Pepper and Stark are different. They actually still have a pure sense of justice in their hearts.

Leaving it to them will not only properly accommodate these victims, but may also allow them to pinch each other. Iron Man is a person who doesn't rub the sand in his eyes.

Cicada was on the phone next to her, shaking with laughter, not knowing what she was talking to.

In less than ten minutes, she put away the phone and walked back, throwing it to Zhang Xin: "Done, she will be there in about an hour..."

an hour?Even by plane, it takes about two hours from New York to Texas, so it seems that Iron Man Tony Stark will follow.

"Where's the transportation?"

"You don't care who takes action, of course it's all done in the same way."

The two waited anxiously for the arrival of Xiaojiao, and suddenly the crowd became noisy again.

Xierna ran over and shouted loudly: "Mr. Cormorant, come here quickly, that wolf seems to be dying..."

Zhang Xin hurriedly ran over with Cicada, and then saw that Silver Wolf was dead again, lying on the ground miserably, but what was different from usual was that there was no fog on his body, but was suddenly sucked dry like a clay sculpture Generally, it is dry, as if it will be chapped and damaged at any time.

"Mr. Cormorant, can you keep him alive? We haven't killed enough yet!"

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