From a distance, it looks like an African chicken.
"I remember they asked me to design a new bomb that could kill people based on age and gender." The girl took a deep puff of her cigarette, her expression extremely painful.
Pan Han seemed to feel as if he had fallen into a vortex, with a cold wind blowing everywhere, blowing up countless corpses and surrounding him.
In the vortex, the stench that rose to the sky went straight into the depths of Pan Han's soul.
He had nowhere to hide, no way to avoid it, he could only cover his nose and keep dodging.
"Humph! You can't stand it after just seeing how uncomfortable it is?"
The girl sneered when she saw Pan Han's expression.
"Could it be that you are visualizing your discomfort?" Pan Han finally reacted.
He could imagine the despair of a little girl who was trapped in such a vortex and couldn't get out!
It's so dark! It's so hopeless!
"Do you know what the age range they require is?" The girl's short skirt was blown by the hurricane. She walked slowly to Pan Han with her long legs, pulled his hands away, and asked bluntly.
"How...how much?" The stench, pain, sadness, all kinds of negative emotions condensed in Pan Han's mind, making him tremble when he spoke.
"0 to 200 years old!" As soon as the words came out, the girl's expression became ferocious. She looked like an ancient witch, with a dark face, dark eye sockets, and blood-red lips.
"Ah? Do children also need to be killed accurately?" Pan Han was really shocked when he heard that he was 0 years old.
"That's right! Before launching, this bomb can be programmed to automatically identify gender and age, and then kill with pinpoint accuracy! Scary, right? Ridiculous, right?"
The girl let go of Pan Han's hands and pulled herself out of the whirlpool.
In a flash, the vortex disappeared. Pan Han steadied himself and looked at the girl again. She had turned into a woman in her early 20s.
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