National Beast Survival: I can see hidden messages

"John, don't you have trouble taking him with you?" Su Fan asked casually while looking at the situation around him.

When John heard this, he lifted Gabriel in his hand with some disgust, "It's not hard, but it's easy. With my strength, there's no difference between carrying him and carrying a bag of garbage."

"It's just a bit troublesome, and it feels inconvenient during battle."

"What's the matter? If you want to fight, just throw him to the ground." Su Fan replied nonchalantly.

Gabriel looked at the two people teasing him, but his expression was expressionless. After all, they were the knife and Zu, and I was the flesh and blood. They could say whatever they wanted.

Su Fan was very satisfied with the current John. Along the way, he patiently conducted many ideological work on him, such as: You are very strong now, and ordinary reformed patients are no match for you.

Another example: If you encounter any emergencies, I will give you instructions later, so you don’t have to worry.

In this way, John gradually put aside his fear of his own kind and became a reliable helper.

John, whose combat power is at the "Strong" level, combined with Gabriel's collection of extremely sharp meat cleavers, has become a "little bully"-like existence.

Of course, Su Fan also knew that although John was very strong, his character was still an ordinary person in nature. If he encountered an irresistible danger, his true colors would definitely show up.

Therefore, he must take this factor into consideration in the future, otherwise he may be cheated.

"I've been here before. This is a reception room for critically ill patients." John looked ahead and said in a deep voice.

Ordinary mental patients actually only have a different understanding of certain common sense from normal people.

In many cases, they can even communicate normally. It is very rare for them to be so extreme as to cause harm to other people.

But it's different for severely ill patients. If they don't go well at all, they may get angry and destroy everything around them wantonly. Some even have morbid personalities hidden.

"Severely ill patients?" Su Fan shifted his gaze to the environment in front of him.

The gray walls and floors gave off a lifeless feeling, and the chandeliers above were also arranged at the same spacing, emitting cold white light.

On both sides, there are many metal rooms, which are more appropriately described as prisons than rooms. They are almost completely sealed, with only a gap exposed above the door.

"Don't worry and go. None of the critically ill patients here have been injected with vsn medicine." Gabriel, who was lifted into John's hand, said abruptly.

"Really?" After hearing this, Su Fan was a little doubtful.

As if to confirm his suspicion, he heard a bang, and a fist mark as big as a sandbag appeared on the door made of unknown metal.

This sound was like a signal gun fired during a game. The other critically ill patients had a tacit understanding and operated the metal door in front of them one after another without explanation.

Suddenly, a scalp-numbing sound echoed everywhere.

When John saw this scene, he subconsciously threw Gabriel aside, and then tightened the meat cleaver in his hand.

He could only hear his voice but not see his person, but after a little analysis, Su Fan judged that there were at least four seriously ill patients still alive in the metal house.

"Um, this is what you are talking about, ordinary patients who have not been injected with vsn? Then your patients must exercise regularly, otherwise why are they so vigorous." Su Fan complained while taking a few steps back, leaving the stage to John.

Hearing this, Gabriel coughed twice in embarrassment, and his face was slapped.

"John, I leave it to you. Except for a few, absolutely no one in this mental hospital can be your opponent." Su Fan remained calm and encouraged him.

Just as Su Fan was talking, the four iron doors were shot away almost at the same time, and the seriously ill patients inside also came out one after another.

"Hehehe...hahahaha..." As soon as it came out, they laughed almost maniacally.

The laughter is extremely scary, and combined with their terrifying appearance, they have a strong sense of oppression even under the light.

John swallowed and stared at the critically ill patients nervously.

Su Fan's eyes flashed with golden light, and he quickly analyzed: "Three of them have weak combat effectiveness, one has average combat effectiveness, and it seems that his IQ has been affected."

Su Fan immediately said in a deep voice, "John, kill the first one on the right, that is the strongest among them, attack the head first!"

This does not require keeping alive, naturally, fatal attacks will be carried out wherever possible.

When John heard this, he felt as if he had been given a shot in the arm. Although he didn't know how Mr. Su did it, his words were not wrong along the way.

John took one step forward, several times faster than an ordinary person, and in an instant he was in front of the first critically ill patient on the right.

call--

The rough arms and sharp chopping knife brought out the sound of wind.

The intelligence of the critically ill patients was indeed affected. Even if John's blade was approaching, they were still shouting to the sky in excitement.

But then, John raised his knife and dropped it, perfectly unleashing the "strong" level attack power.

Wherever the blade passes...the skin is opened, the flesh is torn, the bones are broken, the tendons are broken, and the life is lost.

The head of the strongest critically ill patient was chopped off with a knife, and blood gushed out like spring water, dyeing John's clothes red.

John, who had never seen such a scene before, was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that his strength was so great, and he froze on the spot.

But the other three patients didn't care about this. After venting their excitement, they rushed towards John with hands and feet.

Su Fan shouted loudly: "John!"

This roar brought John, who was in a sluggish state, back to his senses instantly.

After a reaction time of 0.01 seconds, although John did not have much combat experience, he subconsciously swung the machete in his hand.

I saw that the three beast-like critically ill patients who rushed out together were cut into pieces by John like chopping melons and vegetables.

The process was extremely easy, so easy that John was still waving the handle of the knife unconsciously in the air, while the three people had lost all life characteristics.

"Successful, John, trust my judgment. Only a handful of people in the entire hospital are qualified to compete with you." Su Fan said without any doubt.

"Huhu."

John panted heavily for a while, gradually accepting the fact that he was very strong.

Even Dr. Gabriel looked at John in horror. This was the first time he had seen John take action in a real sense.

He was quite jealous. The being that once trembled in his hands had now turned into a monster that could kill him instantly with one knife.

This contrast is really unacceptable.

In this way, Su Fan and others were unstoppable along the way. Mental patients who had been injected with drugs could not be John's opponent at all, let alone there were many ordinary patients who had not been injected with drugs.

Until...a voice came into Su Fan's mind.

"Little piggy, I found you again."