Marvel's Psyker

As soon as he walked out of the company's gate, Waylon felt something was wrong.

"Sure enough, isn't one pill not enough?"

Waylon walked hurriedly, rolling up his sleeves as he walked.

When I raised my hand, I saw that the scales on the arm that had dissipated had reappeared at this moment!

Waylon ran up and came to the underground parking lot. He found his car in a panic, started the car and drove home.

Unfortunately, at the first intersection when driving out of the company, Waylon encountered a red light.

He parked the car and waited anxiously.

The raindrops hit the front window glass, blurring the vision and adding to the depressing atmosphere.

Amid anxiety, Waylon noticed in horror that large green scales had already clinged to his arms, and they were still spreading to the wrists that had grown there before!

Waylon panicked.

In desperation, he gritted his teeth, stepped on the accelerator regardless of the red light above his head, and walked away amidst the terrified cursing of pedestrians.

It was raining heavily and the road was very slippery, but Waylon drove in a hurry along the way. After passing the first red light, he simply ignored the next few red lights.

Along the way, there were all kinds of nonsense, and there were even several car accidents.

Finally, Waylon returned to his rented apartment.

Regardless of the traffic police ticket, Waylon threw the car on the side of the road and hurried upstairs.

When Waylon walked to the door, an old man was standing in front of the door. Hearing footsteps behind him, the old man turned around.

"Hey! Waylon!"

The old man stepped forward and grabbed the clothes on Waylon's shoulders.

"You should pay the rent!"

"When I came last month, you said that you were busy at the company and didn't have time to go home. This time I caught you! You can't have any more excuses!"

"Actually, Mr. Landlord, I really worked overtime in the laboratory that time. But it's not important, can you let me go first?"

Waylon looked urgent, trying to break free from the old man's hand.

"No! What if you run away again?"

"I swear I won't!"

But the old man completely ignored Wei Lun's words, and the strength in his hand was surprisingly strong.

My landlord was getting old, and Waylon didn't dare to use too much force, so he struggled several times without breaking free.

"I'll just go in for a few minutes, just a few minutes! I'll just go in and get something, and I'll rent the room to you when I get out! Is that okay?"

"I won't believe what you young people say! What if you close and lock the door, and you can't come out? I can't stay here all the time!"

Looking at the emotional old man, Waylon begged bitterly:

"Really? I won't lie to you, okay? I'm in the house, and I can't run away!"

"Besides, it's impossible for me to take the rent with me, right? If you drag me here, no matter how long we spend together, I won't be able to get the money out of me! I put all the money in the house, and I'll go in and get it! Okay Bar?"

Hearing that Waylon's words made sense, the old man hesitated a little.

"Really?"

As soon as the old man hesitated, the strength in his hand became weaker. Seeing the opportunity, Wei Lun shook off the old man's hand with all his strength. With lightning speed, Wei Lun quickly took out the key in his pocket and opened the door , Before the old man could react, he closed the door with a bang.

The old man knocked on the door and cursed, but Waylon didn't care. He went straight into the bedroom, opened the drawer of the bedside table, rummaged inside, and finally found a small medicine bottle.

Accompanied by the sound of heavy breathing, Waylon unscrewed the bottle cap with trembling hands, and poured out seven or eight pills from it with force.

Regardless of whether the dose would be excessive, Waylon raised his hand, raised his head, and stuffed a large handful of pills into his mouth.After taking the unfinished half glass of water from the bedside table last night, "Gulu Gulu" swallowed the pills.

Waylon sat on the floor against the bed, watching the scales on his arms fade away.

One minute later, Waylon's arm completely returned to normal.

"call--"

Seeing this, Waylon breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

Without much rest, Waylon got up and took out the rent that should be paid, sorted it out one by one, and planned to hand it over to the landlord.

But when he opened the door, he found that there was no one there.

"Mr. Landlord?"

Waylon walked out the door suspiciously.

"gone?"

"I shouldn't have wasted much time, right? I can't wait to leave now?"

Just when Waylon was thinking about whether to send the money in person, there was a loud explosion outside the apartment, which startled Waylon.

A bad premonition appeared in his heart, and he ran downstairs anxiously.

Downstairs, Waylon found that the car he had parked hastily on the side of the road just now was already on fire. The explosion just now should be the explosion of the car.

Between the gaps in the flames, Waylon vaguely saw a figure sitting on the driver's seat of the car.

How could someone be in a burning car?

Startled, Waylon moved closer.

Waylon gasped in horror when he saw what was in the car.

"Mr. Landlord!"

Inside the car that had been wrapped in flames was the old landlord who was still arguing with Waylon just now.At this moment, he was sitting in the driver's seat, his head was covered with blood, and his consciousness was blurred. The seat belt bound his body, preventing him from struggling.

"I'll come to rescue you right away!"

There was no time to worry about it, Waylon anxiously wanted to rush forward to rescue the old man.

But just when Waylon took the first step, he heard the sound of breaking through the air from behind him. Before Waylon could turn around in time, a hard object hit Waylon hard on the back of the head.

The attacker was so powerful that Waylon fell to the ground in an instant.

Waylon lay on the ground, his face stuck to the stagnant water on the ground. Although he didn't faint directly, Waylon still felt that his body was out of control, as if he couldn't feel his hands and feet, and couldn't move at all.

In addition, the head is also very dizzy.

It was raining, but the fire in the car was burning more and more violently.

Waylon tried his best to keep his eyes open, looking at the burning car a few meters in front of him, and the old landlord who had been engulfed in flames.

He can't do anything.

Suddenly, a pair of shiny leather shoes appeared in front of Waylon's eyes.

But now Waylon couldn't even raise his head and look up.

"Confirm the target, it's him!"

"Take him away!"

"Come two people, go to his house and take away everything of value, including medicines! Leave nothing behind!"

"Remember to clean up the traces when you leave! Don't show your feet!"

"Yes!"

Who are these people?

Why are they sneaking up on me?

Why are they taking my medicine?

Doubts crept into Waylon's mind, but he didn't know the answers, and never would.

Waylon's vision began to blur, and his eyelids were involuntarily drawn down.

Waylon tried his best to raise his gaze to see who was attacking him.

But the drowsiness in his brain became more and more severe, and Waylon couldn't feel any control over his body at all.

Finally, under the blazing firelight, Waylon's eyelids still dropped, and his vision turned into darkness...