Chapter 3220 (1/2)

If you ask a perverted torture expert what his dream is, he probably wants his prisoners to die hard enough.

Many people can't stand being executed. If the executioner can't give full play to his good skills, the goal will disappear. How disappointing?

Now this situation is very good. As long as Kang doesn't want to die, this space won't let him die. Su Ming can practice the skills learned from Batman on him.

Batman is good at bringing fear to others by inflicting pain. He plays well both physically and mentally.

However, for Fu Kang, some details need to be changed slightly. After all, what this person fears most is another group of himself. It is something beyond his expectation that he becomes different from himself.

These are all psychological weaknesses, so the work of torturing people still depends on hanging, playing with other people's memory and thinking through its tentacles, and turning it into a useless person.

This process can't be too fast. Let Kang feel the process, feel that he slowly becomes a fool and a madman, but he can't do anything to stop it. Finally, there is only fear

What Su Ming has to do is to turn himself into another Kang and hold his arm to guide the hanging work.

Here, time is meaningless, everything is extremely long, and the same is true of pain and fear. It is like a black vortex sweeping the victim's reason and slowly eroding it.

I don't know how long later, the death knell sitting on the stiff Thor's back was a little sleepy. The news of the hanging suddenly came. Kang finally let go and voluntarily changed the attribute of this space and let himself die.

After all, whether to die as a person or live as an idiot, there can only be one of the two, and even the countdown, which is the sound of the hanging tentacle wriggling in his brain.

As a scientist, it is normal to be afraid of becoming an idiot. After all, he chose the former and died as a man.

It's just not decent.

At this time, the internal organs of the corpse cut in half were scattered all over the ground. All kinds of body fluids were mixed together, and there were small bubbles. It was probably the digestive juice corroding his flesh and blood, just like telling people's vulnerability.

Maybe one day, this Kang will resurrect at a certain time point. Maybe another Kang will find 40K earth, but Su Ming doesn't care. He just hopes to bring more things when he comes back next time.

”The small pistol is good. I'll use it for you later.”

After picking up the Ruhr crystal and shaking the blood on it, the death knell pulled out two small pistols from the holster behind Kang and handed them to the hanging game.

”Oh.”

Hanging has always liked guns. Although its name sounds like a melee type, its favorite is long-range attack.

”Well, the disqualified hammer is of no use to me. Let's go back and play with daisy.” the knell picked up the square hammer on one side and weighed it in his hand: ”the violent war should be held in both hands. I'm also curious whether the power of Xiangong and creeper can be superimposed.”

”Oh.”

The clever strangulation, while responding to the host, fiddled with the time lag gun in his hand, and shot a few more shots at Thor to try the effect.

Because it is an energy weapon, this thing has no recoil. It still likes the feeling of pulling the big bolt. It's a little regretful.

Thor, who was beaten, didn't change. He still couldn't move, just didn't know if he had any perception of the outside world.