This sounds a bit irresponsible.

However, this is also impossible, because now, it seems that there is no other opportunity to compete with White Bear except Hannibal's "super brain".

His power is so terrifying that it has reached the highest level that this plane can withstand. All calculations and conspiracies seem useless in front of this giant. They cannot be trapped, killed or beaten. Moreover, as long as you catch you, you will be killed with one blow.

Therefore, everyone tried hard to rescue Hannibal. As for whether he could really be resurrected, he could only fight. Anyway, if he couldn't be resurrected, the final result would be death.

What? You said you kept hiding?

Stop making trouble. With that woman Salina here, it will be useless to hide wherever she wants to.

So, after talking less, the chubby uncle sighed helplessly. At the same time, Quinn also walked to the corpse and pressed one hand on the corpse's head.

"Prepare me to count three numbers."

Hannibal closed his eyes.

"three"

"two"

"one"

In an instant, the uncle collapsed to the ground like a soulless person, and Quinn immediately activated his skill [Freshman].

But nothing happened.

Hannibal's body is still lying there without any change

Everyone was stunned.

"What's going on?" asked Old Joy.

Quinn looked at his palm as if he had failed.

"Forehead"

A silence.

Well, this sudden change in style is indeed a bit unacceptable, but I said before that Quinn's [rebirth] ability can only be used for the human body that still has consciousness. After Hannibal stuffed his consciousness into his original body, you think, his body was gone and his brain was frozen for several hours. The consciousness was probably destroyed after staying in Nata's cold-salted brain for half a second.

Therefore, only at that moment, Quinn could just use his ability to rescue Hannibal. The probability of this is very low, not just technology, tacit understanding, but more about luck.

Then, as you can see, the goddess of luck does not seem to favor these people this time.

"What does failure mean?" Old Joey not only came over and asked.

"As far as I know, if consciousness is separated from the carrier, it cannot exist. Although there has been a saying that consciousness floats alone in space, Hannibal should not have this ability," said Shirley.

"Well, what does that mean?"

"It means that Hannibal died, both physically and mentally."

Shirley explained, a desperate aura began to spread among the crowd

Gordon looked at Hannibal's body on the ground stupidly.

"Is this over?"

No one answered what seemed to be all plans, hopes, and beliefs, at this moment, were extremely ridiculously thrown to the ground, shattered with nails.

But at this moment.

A series of footsteps came from behind everyone, and along with the sound of footsteps, there was also a very incredible sound.

The reason why this sound is incredible is that although it is just one sentence, it combines at least twenty or thirty sounds. These sounds are spoken at the same time and in the same tone from different people, forming a chaotic but extremely consistent sound.

Quinn had heard this form of voice, and it was a long time ago, when Hannibal was still his enemy.

"I just knew this method of resurrection was not reliable."

As the voices were spoken, many people appeared one after another at the factory gate. Among them were old and young, men and women, with different ages and clothes, but the same expression appeared on their faces, which was a faint disgust.

"You are Hanhannibal?"

Gordon had obviously never seen such a formation. He swallowed and plucked up the courage to ask.

"Of course." dozens of people said at the same time. In that scene, those who were more timid were so scared that they sat on the ground: "Fortunately, my hive consciousness has been improved a little during this period, and I have reserved some spare bodies in advance. Otherwise, how dare you play like this?"

Quinn pinched his waist impatiently: "Okay, OK, of course I know you have a backup plan, otherwise how could I bet on your life so casually~"

It seemed very confident, but the tone was weak: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and do it again, the power was not successfully used, so I can continue." She probably swept over the crowd in front of her: "I can continue more than thirty times, and there will always be one who can succeed."

At this moment, everyone was relieved, and no one cared about Quinn's behavior of ignoring his teammates' life and death.

So, without saying anything, an old lady came over first, then fell to the ground with a "smack" and Quinn activated her ability again.

After one second

"Next"

She shouted, and then a homeless man came over again.

In this way, more and more people fell to the ground, and Quinn no longer felt psychological pressure. He used [Freshman] again and again. Anyway, in this warehouse, Quinn and about thirty Hannibals started the game of "queuing up for injections" at night.

To be on the safe side, Hannibal was afraid that these thirty people would be troubled by Quinn, so he spread his mind and found more people to fill the inventory.

And while all this was going in an orderly manner, the top floor of the dilapidated municipal building was more than ten kilometers away.

Because of Salina's unhappiness, there were no living creatures here. Moreover, because of the white bear's jump, the entire building seemed to be bombed by missiles. Half of the walls fell off, and the rooms inside were exposed to the gloomy night.

Salina and Bai Xiong were now in this dilapidated building, looking at a laptop computer on the table with electricity.

On the computer screen is a map of the urban area. A small red dot is flashing gently among the dense street charts.

"In the suburbs, around the river bank, depending on the geographical location, it should be a processing factory or warehouse." Salina said.

"Can it be a trap?" Bai Xiong asked.

Salina shook her head: "It hasn't been moved for three hours. The monitor is implanted into the eyes. They don't have time to check it out, and it's even more impossible to get it out after surgery."

“That is,”

"That is, you can kill them all there if you go now."

Salina smiled and said, above the sky, the clouds collided gently, sending out the first lightning that tear the night.

It illuminated the night sky, and also illuminated Salina's bright red dress and unspeakable face.
Chapter completed!