Wright felt that he was wrong, and he was a little outrageously wrong. The Bulvo he knew seemed to have died long ago.

From this moment on, Wright finally felt a hint of fear. He was not afraid of the other party's already unfathomable strength, nor was it fear and the other party's means of playing with people's hearts and controlling consciousness. All fears originate from the unknown.

The current Vice President Ferdinand is so strange and unknown to Wright. Wright can't even find a shadow that can overlap with the Bulvo he knows.

Now what I saw was a guy wearing a strange skin and a monster living in his heart. He could no longer be called a "person".

At the same time, he also strengthened his murderous intent in his heart.

No matter how familiar he is with Bulvo before, even if the other party is like a brother or a father to him, he must abandon all subjective emotions and kill him.

Scarecrow must die!

"Stop worrying about that woman, fat pig, come here to see my most proud works!" Vice President Ferdinand held his glasses, and he spread a huge newspaper with a length and width of nearly one meter on the operating table and waved to Wright.

"Is this?" Wright looked at the map, puzzled.

This is a map of New York City. The map is drawn in detail. It shows almost every house in every block. The black one is the building and the green one is the plants. On the huge map outlined with black and green lines, there are several quite eye-catching red lines.

"I have always been alone in doing these things. No one understands me. My friend doesn't understand, and the woman behind me doesn't understand, but I still persevered because I know that successful people are always lonely!" Vice President Ferdinand said with a smile, but his tone was mixed with sadness.

"For my grand ambitions, I have killed countless people, researchers who helped me develop, partners who guessed that my plan might leak news, and many witnesses." Vice President Ferdinand said cruel words.

"So you compiled the name of "Scarecrow" and made everyone in New York think you are just an anti-social quirk?" Wright asked.

"No, I'm the scarecrow. Scarecrow.'scare' means 'scarf', and 'crow' is a crow. You know, I like to create fright, and I like crows too!" Vice President Ferdinand said with a smile, "More importantly, fat pig, what is the scarecrow in your impression?"

"He stood in the wilderness, alone, he ruled the world before him, and the scarecrow was the loneliest ruler." Vice President Ferdinand's Golden Eyes flashed.

Wright was silent, not saying anything, "So what do these red lines on the map represent?"

"It is the antenna I hide in New York City, a signal reception device and a transmitting device," said Ferdinand, deputy director.

"Similar to a base station?" asked Wright.

"It's almost the same, but they don't receive and transmit network signals. They receive and transmit biological signals, a specific biological signal. The terminal of the signal is everyone in this huge New York city, and the source of the signal..." Vice President Ferdinand said this, smiled proudly and pointed to his head.

"It's my brain waves. Have you seen Marvel's X-Men? It's the inspiration given to me by Professor X's brain wave amplification device in that movie! This is the specific wavelength and frequency set by my researchers for me. With this device, the signal in my brain waves will be amplified countless times until it covers the entire city of New York. Everyone in New York will be included in my signal reception area, and then combined with my ability..." Vice President Ferdinand seemed to have seen his original intention come true, and he was already smiling from ear to ear.

"With your ability, Spiritual Storm, you can control everyone in the entire New York City. Is this your ambition?" Wright asked in accordance with the words of Vice President Ferdinand.

Yan Ling·Mental Storm. Yan Ling with serial number 81 on the periodic table of Yan Ling can forcefully interfere with the consciousness of others, infinitely amplify a certain sense of a person (people with weak willpower may have mental breakdown on the spot), and can even control the spirit of others when the other party is conscious. However, the effect on mixed-race types that are far beyond the user's lineage will be greatly weakened or even ineffective.

The Spirit Spirit Storm is the superior Spirit Spirit of Word Spirit. The hypnosis on the periodic table of the Spirit Spirit is number 14. There is a person in Kassel Academy who will always be like this Spirit Spirit, that is Masashi Toyama as a psychological teacher.

Wright has seen people who are hypnotized by Toyama Masashi. The effect of hypnosis can make people sleep or even tamper with some of their memories. This ability to attack the mental level will always make people unable to defend against and difficult to deal with.

And more importantly, the periodic table of the spoken spirit is sorted according to the danger level of the spoken spirit. Generally speaking, the larger the serial number, the higher the danger level will be. The 14th place hypnosis is already very difficult. Wright, who is an old acquaintance with Vice President Ferdinand, of course, knows that he photographed the 81st place storm and the more difficult it is!

Moreover, he did not think that the brain wave amplifier that Vice President Ferdinand said was a fantasy, because Cassel College had also studied similar equipment, but later, because of spiritual humanitarianism, this kind of research was explicitly banned by President Angers. However, Wright was not sure what the inside story was in private. Maybe the principal was just a superficial ban and was conducting research on the big way behind his back.

Because Kassel Academy has never been a place that emphasizes humanitarianism!

"What do you want to do after controlling the entire New York City?" Wright looked at the dangerous guy in a white coat in front of him. Although the other party was wearing a doctor's robe, he could not call him a doctor in all senses.

That person is a scarecrow, a complete madman!

"I think it must be a feast of blood and fear!" Vice President Ferdinand's thick lenses reflected the excited and sickly light flashing in his eyes.

"I remember you were not such a reckless person before. What made you completely change?" Wright asked in a deep voice. If it weren't for the other party's familiar spirit and body shape, he would have doubted whether the person in front of him was still the Bulvo in his memory.

"It's disappointment, it's full of disappointment." A sentimental look flashed in Vice President Ferdinand's golden eyes, and Wright, who was staring at the other party's eyes, couldn't help but feel sad.

"Oh no!" Wright quickly woke up.

"It's too late."
Chapter completed!