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Chen Ye nodded and said, "Okay!"

"I hope you make the right judgment!"

After speaking, the lead agent turned and left with his subordinates.

Correct judgment?

Chen Ye smiled slightly when he heard the words.

He just wanted to delay time.

...

One day passed quickly.

With the greetings of high-level people above, even the **** of death cannot influence the police.

The **** of death can only control those dead things, and for the living people, it has very little effect.

Out of caring for the "reincarnation", death can affect part of the emotions of living people, but it is absolutely unable to control human thoughts.

If the **** of death had such great ability, this task would not be able to go on...

On this day, Chen Ye had a very comfortable life, and some people gave him food.

The seventh day.

Just like this, Chen Ye got mixed up.

In a blink of an eye, the eighth day arrived.

This is also the last day.

morning.

Those CIA members appeared in front of Chen Ye on time.

"Mr. Chen An, have you considered it?"

"Think about it! But this cell is quite comfortable for me. Can you let me stay for two more days?"

The lead agent was taken aback for a moment, then frowned and said: "Mr. Chen An, I have no time to joke with you!"

"Do you think I\'m joking? I\'m serious... uh!"

Chen Ye glanced at his wrist and found that the bar suddenly began to turn red slowly, and he was stunned.

Seeing that Chen Ye\'s expression was different, the agent headed asked: "What\'s wrong?"

"Nothing..."

Before Chen Ye\'s words were finished, the CIA members suddenly began to foam at their mouths, bleeding from their seven orifices, and fell to the ground in a blink of an eye.

I didn\'t even scream...

"Fuck, playing so hard?" Chen Ye was shocked.

Of course he knew that this must be the handwriting of the **** of death.

The **** of death was obviously pressed by him, so he was so unscrupulous in order to kill him...

soon.

The movement here alarmed the police!

"Don\'t move!"

A policeman guarding the door rushed in and pointed a pistol at Chen Ye.

Outside the door, there were a lot of footsteps.

There are police forces who are encircling this side.

Obviously, there is surveillance in the room.

Moreover, the police counted the deaths of these CIA agents on Chen Ye\'s head.

Behind all this is the calculation of the **** of death.

The **** of death couldn\'t control people\'s thoughts, so he used this trick to frame things and force Chen Ye to come out.

Chen Ye sighed and had to leave.

Now the police are going to kill him again, so staying here will definitely not work.

Although he is invulnerable, there are still ways to kill him.

For example, if you pour a barrel of gasoline in the cell and ignite it, if Chen Ye does not come out, he will suffocate to death due to hypoxia.

next moment.

Chen Ye stood up.

His hands shook, and the handcuffs on his hands broke easily.

Seeing this scene, the gun policeman at the door almost stared out...

"Stop! Don\'t move!"

Chen Ye ignored him, raised his hand slightly, and the opponent\'s head completed a 360-degree turn, and he was too dead to die.

Then, Chen Ye stepped over the corpse and strode out.

As soon as he walked out of the door, a group of armed policemen rushed towards him. Chen Ye did the same and broke the necks of these people one after another with his thoughts.

With Chen Ye\'s current strength, killing ordinary people is really no different from killing chickens.

At this point, Chen Ye had to kill if he didn\'t kill!

"Jingle Bell!"

The entire police headquarters, the alarm bells rang out.

A large number of police officers raised explosion-proof shields to block Chen Ye\'s path.