Chapter 353 Let me out of the hospital

Chapter 353 Let me out of the hospital

Silently reciting the secret words that turned on the glow, the prosthetic pupil of the left eye, which had been covered with a faint white shadow due to the damage from the flying knife, seemed to bloom with substantial brilliance.

Everything within half of the field of vision becomes extraordinarily clear.

The dense and lush grass blades of the low trees in the distance appear sparse and transparent, and the green grass blades are as clear as crystal.

What was hidden behind the blades of grass was even more exposed - a deformed, muscular man lying on the ground was clenching his fists and beating the ground, seemingly venting his anger and shouting for help.

On such a bright day, it seems that the clairvoyance ability of Yitong can be enhanced.

The penetrating gaze can even analyze the bones and veins of the person hidden behind the low trees, and you can see that the huge heart is beating violently.

Without a moment's hesitation, John Watson decisively pulled the trigger.

In the blink of an eye, the flying projectile hit the man's heart.

The blooming of tiny blood flowers was particularly eye-catching in the left eye's field of vision, and the unbelievable expression of shock and horror on the other party's face was clearly reflected in John Watson's eyes.

He looked at the crazy mental patient clutching his heart and struggling desperately, then quickly pulled out the shell, loaded the gun and fired again, sending the other person away from this painful world.

At this point, all the madmen waiting at the front door of the sanatorium headquarters building were killed by John Watson's gun.

He walked out from behind the half-man tall tree stump where he was hiding, looked at the corpses on the ground in front of the door, blew away the remaining smoke from the gun, and actually felt a little satisfied and proud in his heart.

"It turns out that I was so powerful during my military service... Just by recalling part of my military experience, I could easily defeat this group of lunatics with mysterious powers."

John Watson looked at the burn marks and sharp blade cuts remaining on the half-man-high tree stump, and thought to himself: "Fortunately, the gardener of the nursing home was lazy some time ago and only cut down half of the trees, leaving me with barely enough space to hide. Bunker, otherwise I might not have been able to kill this group of lunatics easily just now."

"Obviously this forest is quite beautiful, but why does the nursing home want to cut down this forest? I really don't understand."

John Watson stroked the rings on the cross-section of the tree stump, but in his heart he suddenly recalled the tragic time of living on the streets in the past.

It was an extremely cold winter, and he had never found any suitable leftovers, nor could he find a job to exchange for food. Hiding in a tattered tent at an abandoned construction site, he only felt extremely hungry and cold... But fortunately, he went out one day. At that time, I actually found a fat cat corpse in the trash can!

Although eating cats sounds disgusting, in fact, John Watson was very happy and satisfied with the cat stew. He even chewed all the cat bones into his stomach. Only with this cat corpse falling from the sky could he survive that extremely cold winter.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but lick his lips. He felt that the taste of cat meat from back then still remained in his mouth. Although there was an obvious fishy smell and sour taste, the meat was still quite delicate, and it tasted better than chicken. Much more delicate!

"Wait a minute, you're still fighting, why are you suddenly distracted again?"

John Watson shook his head vigorously to expel the inappropriate thoughts, and then filled the revolver in his hand with bullets.

"The next step is to break into the building. The environment inside the building is narrow and complicated, and the martini rifle is no longer suitable for use."

"But fortunately, I just picked up this classic Adams M1851 revolver from the body of the guard in the forest. It will come in handy later!"

He carefully checked the ammunition status of his equipment, then took a deep breath of cold air, looked at the densely packed figures in the buildings in his left eye field of vision, and rushed in resolutely.

The series of battles that followed were far easier than John Watson had imagined beforehand.

Although these crazy psychopaths are incredibly strong, their skin is also exceptionally thick.

But no matter how strong they were, they were not so exaggerated that they could knock John Watson to death from the air with one punch, and no matter how thick their skin was, they were not yet hard enough to block bullets.

With the help of his prosthetic eye in his left eye, John Watson could clearly see the location of the madman in every room on every floor. He also had a tactical intelligence advantage and had the upper hand in every attack.

The bullet cylinder of the Adams M1851 revolver rotated, and the gun flame lit up one after another. The bullets accurately penetrated the eyebrows of the attacking mental patients. The lives of these crazy people were destroyed by the dull explosion of black powder. The screams of horror passed away.

The only battle that could be considered thrilling came when John Watson attacked the second level.

At that time, he had used the prosthetic pupil of his left eye in advance and observed that there were only two lunatics in the upstairs corridor rushing against the special thick iron door of the nursing home, while the female nurse behind the door was huddled in the cabinet and sobbing silently.

He took advantage of the moment when the two lunatics were unprepared and flew out of the stairwell. At the same time, he pulled the trigger one after another. The two bullets were fired almost at the same time, accurately hitting the two lunatics who crashed the door. head.

However, before he could stand still, three sturdy madmen suddenly jumped down from the third floor.

One of them rushed directly down the stairwell, rampaging like an unstoppable train, leaning sideways and slumping his shoulders towards John Watson.

The other two madmen broke in through the window directly from the outside and attacked John Watson, who had already shot the first madman instantly with one shot!

At this time, John Watson's Adams M1851 revolver only had two bullets left.

Facing the two madmen who rushed forward one after another, he fired at an extremely close range and lost his accuracy for a moment!

The first bullet accurately hit the second madman between the eyebrows, killing the madman with red eyes. The opponent's forward momentum suddenly stopped.

The last madman directly held up the corpse of his companion as a shield, blocking the enemy's last bullet.

At this moment, John Watson's bomb nest has been emptied, and he seems to have no ability to resist.

The madman, who was as burly and majestic as a ferocious bear, threw away the body of the useless patient with a grin, and attacked with the blade he found in the kitchen!

John Watson threw the gun directly at the opponent's face, and then kicked the opponent's waist and abdomen as hard as an iron wall. He used the reaction force to move back and avoid the sharp blade shining with a different color. .

Then he pulled out the martini rifle from his back and shot the opponent's throat to pieces.

This madman's vitality was extremely terrifying. Even after suffering such fatal injuries, he still struggled to brandish his blade and fight with John Watson... Three seconds later, John Watson paid the price of two knife wounds and sent the rifle bayonet to him. Get into the other person's heart.

Before he died, the other party was still muttering something abominable and meaningless words such as being hungry and thirsty for too long and having a broken heart, otherwise he would have discovered you long ago.

John Watson didn't bother to listen to the other person's last words, so he twisted the bayonet 360 degrees and completely ended the man's life.

This was the only resistance he encountered in cleaning the nursing home building. The next process was so simple and easy that he didn't bother to mention it again.

If we say that when he first killed the three fire-worshiping madmen, John Watson's heart was filled with the ecstasy of mastering power, and he felt that this feeling of life and death was really refreshing!

And after killing the group of madmen in front of the headquarters building, he felt even more smug and proud, and he even more admired himself for being so good at killing!

But after he killed ten, fifteen, or twenty-three crazy mental patients, he was left with an unwavering indifference in his heart.

He had lost respect for life, and his mood gradually became indifferent in the blood and fire.

Now John Watson no longer feels any guilt or uneasiness about killing humans.

In his eyes, these species with the same life characteristics are as humble and fragile as the wild cats and dogs on the road... Of course, this current indifference is only directed at those lunatics who lose control of their minds and attack their own kind.

He probably still has a certain amount of kindness and propriety for other similar people who keep their own rules...probably.

John Watson drew his gun and blew out the back of the last madman's head. Looking at the other's bloody head, he felt as calm as if he had crushed an insignificant ant.

He knocked gently on the closed door and said in a calm and frightening tone: "I am John Watson, and all the madmen in the whole building have been killed by me."

"Doctor George, you can open the door with confidence."

The frightened George looked through the peephole to confirm that John Watson was the only one outside the door, and after hearing the cheers of the surviving nurse downstairs, he pretended to be calm and opened the door.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the corpses all over the corridor, and his pale lips couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"John...did you do this all by yourself?"

"Yes, Doctor George, I have recovered part of my memory of serving and defeated these crazy patients by luck."

"Huh - it's really thanks to Youyou. I didn't expect these guys to take advantage of Dean Isaac's absence to cause chaos and almost let them conquer the entire sanatorium."

"By the way, I haven't thanked John for your life-saving help yet. If you need help with anything in the future, just tell me and I will definitely help!"

An indifferent smile appeared on John Watson's blood-stained face, but this seemingly gentle smile seemed to be mixed with undoubted indifference, which made George shudder.

"Great, I just have something I want to ask Dr. George for your help with."

"I hope... your hospital can release me as soon as possible."

"Through today's chaos, it must be proved that my amnesia has begun to improve...the military skills I honed in Afghanistan have begun to recover."

"I should be able to be discharged from the hospital normally, right?"

As John Watson spoke, he raised the revolver in his hand, and the faint smoke remaining in the barrel slowly drifted away as the gun body swayed.

George swallowed a gulp of saliva as he looked at the corpse with a shattered head at the opponent's feet, as well as the remains of madmen in the corridor with their eyes full of horror.

"I, I understand, I will handle the discharge procedures for you as soon as possible, John."