Wen Wen curled his lips and came to the roof of a nearby building.

He was originally very happy, but now his good mood was ruined by that voice.

Even if Wen Wen wanted to find the voice, the other party didn't give him a location, so Wen Wen didn't know where to look.

The world is so big, even if you just come to me, you won’t be able to find any gods.

However, all Wen Wen's unhappiness disappeared after seeing the black plane.

The entire aircraft is only eight meters long, and its wings are folded. At first glance, it looks pure black, but when the sun shines on it, it will show a rainbow-like color.

Wen Wen pinched his chin and said, "Well, the colorful black meets my requirements."

Under the folded wings on both sides, there are three missiles hanging on each side. Each one is a modified high-grade product. Its power is much more exciting than ordinary cloud bombs. Once it hits, even the monsters in the disaster sequence will not be able to kill it.

Good.

There is a machine cannon on the left and right sides of the front lower part of the fuselage. The caliber of the cannon is larger than that of Gatling, but I don't know how powerful it is.

At the same time, the overall weight of the aircraft is very light. Even if it lands on the roof of an ordinary residential building, it will not make much noise. This can be regarded as a black technology in the United States and Canada.

The value of this plane alone is equivalent to that of a disaster-level monster, otherwise it would not have nearly emptied Wen Wen's demon hunting coins.

The combat effectiveness of the aircraft itself is better than nothing for Wen Wen now, but this does not prevent Wen Wen from loving this thing from the bottom of his heart.

Hasn’t that boy ever dreamed of having his own plane?

"Quack, those rich people who buy private jets and show them off everywhere are so weak. Do they have private fighter jets?"

While Wen Wen was crawling around the fuselage like a spider, he said in a strange voice, which made the US and Canada pilot who came to deliver the plane look embarrassed.

"When I was a detective, if this thing existed, I would have been the most handsome kid in the detective world!"

If Wen Wen were an ordinary detective flying around in such a plane, the most likely possibility would be that it would be shot down by a missile while flying...

After crawling through every corner of the plane, Wen Wen landed and completed the handover procedure with the Nameca pilot.

The pilot will not leave for the time being. He will not leave until he teaches Wen Wen how to fly a plane.

"You don't need to teach me. I don't need to know how to fly a plane. I just need to have it. What you have to teach is it, my driver."

Wen Wen pulled San Zai'er off his neck and said fiercely: "Learn how to open this thing within a day, or I'll feed you the hot pot base."

Wen Wen then threw San Zai'er to the driver's feet and jumped off the roof, leaving both the driver and San Zai'er looking at a loss.

San Zai'er sighed humanely, why does a snake have to live a more tiring life than a human?

It swept the pilot with its tail and then got into the cockpit.

The pilot scratched his hair and followed into the cockpit. He never dreamed that he would be teaching a snake to fly a plane.

…

Leaving San Zai'er and the plane behind, Wen Wen started daily exercise. He had just reached a new level and his strength had greatly improved. He must exercise more to better master his current strength.

After practicing for two hours, Wen Wen went out to catch a little monster and used it to do rune experiments for himself.

Now Wen Wen's way of runes is becoming more and more sophisticated. Some of the abilities of small monsters, such as fire, acid, and mind control, can be achieved by just relying on runes even without the ring of the asylum.

As his strength grows, Wen Wen controls more and more of his own abilities, and his dependence on the shelter becomes less and less.

The slightly cruel experiment had been going on for several hours, and the sky had darkened. Wen Wen looked at the time, turned on the computer, and started the daily judging video.

What's different from usual is that this time the 'Judge' did not hide anything, but stood openly in the center of the screen.

But he still had a hood on his head and a mask on his face, making it difficult to see his face.

Another difference is that there are no prisoners awaiting trial this time.

The judge coughed twice and looked like he was not in good health.

"I haven't arrested the prisoner we are trying this time. If you decide that this person deserves to die, I will arrest him. If you think that he does not deserve to die, then I will not disturb him."

The judge took out a piece of paper and began to recite softly the man's crime:

"This person's name is Ning Zhewan. He is twenty-seven years old. On the surface, his identity is a cram school teacher, but in fact, this identity is just a cover. He is secretly collecting information in order to complete a murder."

"He killed eight people, all of them pretending to be accidental deaths."

"Among these eight people are the parents of the students, the accountant and principal of the cram school, as well as seemingly unrelated bookstore owners and building materials store owners..."

"It took him three years to complete this murder. No one except me found out that he killed these people."

Next, the adjudicator took out several photos and some written materials as evidence.

Wen Wen habitually checked through his own channels, and then raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The eight victims shown by the adjudicator did indeed die within three years of each other, and Ning Zhewan was indeed a teacher in an off-campus cram school. However, judging from the information Wen Wen found, there was no connection between them.

This is very different from the situation of the prisoners executed by the adjudicator before. In the past, many of them had solid evidence, but this time it was just one-sided words of the adjudicator.

"The reason why I didn't go to find trouble with him was because his purpose was revenge."

"Ning Zhewan grew up in an orphanage. The orphanage provided for him through high school. After graduating from high school, Ning Zhewan was admitted to a university with excellent results and received a full scholarship. Between him and the orphanage

The connection gradually faded away.”

"When Ning Zhewan was twenty-one years old, an earthquake occurred suddenly. The orphanage collapsed, and the director and a dozen children died inside."

"Originally Ning Zhewan thought it was just an accident, but when he came back after graduation, he unexpectedly discovered that only the orphanage nearby had collapsed."

"After further inspection, we found that many of the building materials used in the orphanage were substandard and even cut corners. This was the root cause of this tragedy."

"So Ning Zhewan started to take revenge on the people who built the orphanage."

"More than twenty years have passed since the orphanage was built. Those people no longer work in the construction industry, but Ning Zhiwan still found them one by one."

The judge paused and said, "I have no objection to killing people for revenge."

"But three of the eight people he killed were innocent, and they were just motivated by his anger."
Chapter completed!