Several motorcycles and cars were parked crookedly in the alley.
A dozen sunglasses-wearing black men with pistols or even machine guns formed a fan, surrounding the goth-suited girl by the wall while maintaining a distance of thirty meters.
According to Putt's description, the bullets could not harm the monster in front of him, who was dressed as a loli. The monster seems to be able to use its gaze to "kill". The unconscious people, except for Nas who became swollen and died, were turned into shells that did not respond to the outside world.
This unknown and bizarre attack method makes everyone panic. There is no shortage of religious people who believe that this is the devil from hell. After a unanimous discussion, the gang leader in charge of this territory decided to eradicate this monster. There is no such thing as a monster that is truly invulnerable to swords and guns. It was to be completely destroyed with a lot of hot weapons.
Putt dye was right, wearing sunglasses really can be immune to the monster's attack. Until now, the dozen people present did not fall down, all hearts breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately its ability only so far, otherwise there will certainly be cowards retreat.
Faced with a dozen black muzzles, Gussy leaned expressionlessly against the wall, seemingly completely unconcerned with these people in front of him.
The men in black looked to their leader, and at the command, the hot weapons in their hands would spray a deadly attack toward the monster.
The burly leader glanced back at the shrunken Putt, a touch of mockery on his face. He did not really believe Putt dye's description of the monster, if it was not clear Putt dye's person, he would even take it as a joke.
Well, if the monster Putt Dye had said died easily, he would have been disappointed instead - it had been a long time since he had met something that could make him curious. It was whatever it was, even if it was a devil, he wanted to catch one for fun.
Taking a deep breath, the leader roared out in a low voice.
"Fire!"
A dozen people pulled the trigger at the same time, pistols, machine guns, the muzzle fire, instantly, the dense bullets will drown the girl, clay hit by the bullets a gaping hole, debris mixed with dust to cover the target's figure.
The chief was so proud of his great force that he even felt that dealing with the monster Putt had described was killing a chicken with a gun. He planned that when it was over, he would take the opportunity to ask Putt Dye for more benefit, such as exempting his feed from future prostitution ......
The pistol had been emptied, and the machine gun had not stopped firing. The man with the pistol looked at the leader, waiting for the order to change ammunition and continue firing or to stop.
The leader was about to speak, but at that moment, the situation changed suddenly. The man holding the machine gun was shooting high without warning, his body exploded into several pieces, blood and flesh sprayed the surrounding people a face, the man only let out a harsh scream and died violently on the spot.
Before others could react, several more people died at the same time, blood and flesh thrown into the sky, spreading a rain of blood.
In just a few seconds, the ten men closest to the monster died. Bones and broken flesh were being thrown - as if a large invisible hand had torn these men apart one by one.
The smoke cleared and the unharmed girl stared at the remaining survivors with a blackened gaze.
The men let out a horrified scream.
"Devil!"
"Run!"
"Forget the bodies, get in!!!"
Putt Dye was long gone, and the living leader got into the Proton with the few remaining men in a hurry. Soon, the car started and ran further and further away.
However, this time the demon wasn't going to let them go.
Invisible beams of energy were sent out and wrapped around the Proton in the blink of an eye.
The car traveled less than a hundred meters, and the top suddenly burst into flames. The car stopped again, not waiting for the people in the car to get out, a violent explosion engulfed them.
The gasoline that flowed out burned brightly, desperately releasing the residual chemical energy. The wreckage of the car, the charred flesh, the black smoke and the flames made up an apocalyptic scene.
Seeing the light and heat emanating from the fire, Gussy's dead eyes seemed to have a glow. It trotted step by step and threw itself into the embrace of the flames.
At the same time, three helicopter gunships appeared from the distant sky and hurriedly marched in the direction of Gussy. These three planes did not belong to any private person or country, but came from a mysterious organization - the "K" organization.
The planes carried half-meter-thick containers of high-temperature resistant alloy, which were props specifically designed to capture demons.
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From 8:00 p.m. to 1:00 midnight, the tumors increased dramatically, from 16 to 53 rapidly. All over the back, belly, neck and limbs, fortunately the head did not grow.
At one o'clock in the night, the tumors began to rupture. An unpleasant yellow liquid came out from inside the ruptured tumor, but no eggs or larvae were seen. After the tumor ruptured, it stopped growing and left a deep crater at the location of the rupture.
Xu Fang sat silently in the middle of the inn's living room, with a hundred plastic boxes in front of him, each containing a piece of meat. He is flanked by floor-to-ceiling mirrors with a full view of his body. At his feet were various miscellaneous items such as disinfectant, alcohol tweezers.
Everything is ready, and the delivery is tomorrow morning at 7:00 am.
Ring, ring, ring~
The phone with the alarm set to call rang, and Xu Fang picked up the phone.
"Xu Fang, how's it going? Xiaoming's concerned voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Everything is ready." Xu Fang replied with a smile.
"You are quite calm...if anything happens, contact me in time." Ming instructed.
"Well, where are you, Xiaoming?"
"I'm at the Internet cafe near the school."
Without the company of Xu Fang, Luo Xiaoming did not dare to live alone, so he had to find a place with more people to spend the night.
"Then you should be careful too, don't get robbed."
"Ha? Who dares to touch me? You'd better worry about yourself, or I'll come to you?"
"I'll be fine on my own."
"Hey, can you see the back? In case there are bugs ......"
"It's okay, I have special floor mirrors and extra-long tweezers to be able to reach from wherever they emerge."
"Not afraid of pain?"
"Was afraid, but not when I heard your voice."
"Welp ...... you are voice lover?"
"I think I'm leg lover."
"......"
After chatting with Xiaoming for a while, Xu Fang hung up the phone, and not long after, Xiaoming called again ......
Xu Fang suddenly had a kind of phone call with his girlfriend. When he was single before, he saw his current roommate and his girlfriend chatting for one night, and at that time, Xu Fang still wondered why he didn't send messages to chat.
It is not to chat, but just to listen to each other's voice. Hearing each other's voices, they feel more at ease, and their hearts are always warm.
Xu Fang knows that Xiaoming is really worried about him, but she is not good at expressing her emotions, or rather not frank. So the words of concern turn into taunts when they reach her lips.
......
The thought crossed Xiaoming's mind and Xu Fang thought about other things. For the sake of Ming's safety, Xu Fang did not tell her that "the author who created him had ill will towards him", but only that he was created.
It is not good to know too much, so Xu Fang does not intend to turn Xiaoming into his confidant, and will not reveal a word that he should not say.
Xu Fang is not sure if his creator has malice towards Xiaoming, and if that person wants to do something to Xiaoming, he cannot stop it. This is his sadness as a fictional character, whether he wants to or not, his fate has been planned by the author.
Even so, Xu Fang will do what he can to resist. The power of resistance may be very small, but at least he has tried, maybe he will succeed?
Suddenly, Xu Fang felt some itching and some pain in his thigh.
Turning on the searchlight and picking it up, Xu Fang squinted his eyes for a while. Sure enough, in the deep pit of flesh, he saw a white worm the size of a grain of rice, twisting its body constantly and devouring the surrounding flesh and blood.
He carefully poked the tweezers in and gently chucked the worm out. These worms are very fragile, once they are accidentally killed, the event will not be solved, and Xu Fang will be completely finished.
Xu Fang looked at the worms up close.
The worm is white, although not large, but the body is very bloated, the body on both sides of the dense small feet, the front is a mouthpiece with sharp teeth.
Seems to be unable to eat the meat, or hate being clamped by the tweezers, the worm waving small feet twisted body, violently struggling, but also made a sound like a baby crying.
Xu Fang felt creepy and hurriedly put the worm in a container of pork. After the worm landed on the pork, it stopped screaming and began to devour the pork.
"Sure enough, it also eats pork ...... estimated that it eats any kind of meat." Xu Fang sighed with relief, he guessed right, then this bizarre event, he has completed a small half.
Once the worm has not eaten for five minutes, the worm will die and the event will not be solved. If you follow the logic of the bizarre event, the host needs to cut off the flesh from his own body as food for the worm, and the host needs to cut off his own body tissue to keep the worm alive if he wants to send it out as a courier.
But there are enough hundred mail, cut yourself into a hundred parts, which someone can bear!
