Pay attention, this man’s name is A Le.
He was supposed to escape from a bloody fight with his good brother Fei Bo, but no matter what happened, he tried to talk to the beautiful girl next to him and express his feelings under the strong suspension bridge effect.
But man perishes for wealth, and birds perish for food. When the construction forklift rushed into the horror artist's store to renovate this historic house, the money cabinet, stationery, wine utensils and goldware on the board of directors were scattered all over the floor.
The sound of jingling bells came from the alley, as if the magic sound filling the ears could suck away Ale's soul.
He was very smart and very cautious. He immediately ran to the security booth of Huadu Nightclub to find a temporary cordon. He pretended to be a plainclothes policeman handling the case, which saved Jiang Xueming a lot of effort in driving away the troublemakers.
However, Ah Le himself became the most powerful troublemaker and returned to the scene of the crime alone.
The clever Ah Le is not as greedy as Fei Bo. Looking from the dilapidated shop floor to the depths of the porch, he can still hear the horrifying notes of screams and exclamations of broken flesh and blood coming from far away.
Look at the two lumps of jet black red liquid on the floor at the entrance. They are the monsters shot and killed by the strange mysterious man.
For a moment, Alena couldn't imagine what these things meant.
Maybe this is a new show from a horror artist?
Perhaps it was a biological or chemical weapon released by terrorists from abroad?
Maybe it's a personal grudge? An enemy drove a construction truck into the gate to collect debt?
He brought a loudspeaker, shouted loudly to the neighbors, and ordered a temporary curfew. The prop that was originally used to encourage the villagers to go downstairs to do nucleic acid testing has now become a good helper in his hands to eliminate competitors. Most of the residential buildings on Guangyuan Middle Road are filled with elderly retirees who are reluctant to go downstairs except for shopping for groceries and playing cards. Not to mention the sudden and unusual noise of demolition in the middle of the night.
When the grandparents heard the broadcast downstairs, they knew it was not a fire, so they obediently went back to bed and went to sleep.
Broken gold and silver all over the ground were waiting for Ah Le to pick them up, which made his face bloom with joy.
That's right——
——I was so happy on the spot.
When he tiptoed, picking up the gold and silver all the way to the porch, and lying on the carpet to pick up the fine pieces of precious metal in the velvet cloth, a gust of cold wind blew in his face.
"[Terror Art·Horror Art], turn him into my slave!"
John Bogle, a lonely ghost from a hundred years ago, has escaped outside the porch. He is dressed in a luxurious dress. His rough facial features and ferocious expression show that he is very afraid of intruders and is as if he is facing a formidable enemy. appearance.
He gently pressed the illusory arm on A Le's head, and the powerful Soul Power immediately exerted a special effect——
——This conscientious black security guard Tian Ling Gai opened a cross pit.
The brain exploded with the sudden increase in blood pressure and cranial pressure. The cracks spread from the neck to the trunk like new buds. His entire upper body split into three pieces, and the ganglia of the spinal bones became enlarged, like the stamens of a flower. It also spit out a strong fishy smell.
The ribs reshaped into Mosaic's fangs and claws, becoming the flesh-and-blood monstrosity of John Borg.
Right now, right now -
——The forklift suddenly reversed, and the large steel wheels with splashes of blood and mud had long since lost the protection of the rubber tires. With raging sparks, they violently crushed the newborn monster into a part of the carpet.
John Borg, who has lost his material body, has an agile and unpredictable body. He is like a cloud of smoke, and material weapons cannot harm him at all.
While dodging the forklift, John only had fear and fear in his eyes. The reinforced concrete contained in the forklift was like a rich baking pan. The magic catalysts of Bartender Alpha and Steward Sigma were hung on it, along with the rotten flesh of six flesh-headed aberrations. The eyeballs and intestines were all squeezed and cut by the steel bars. It was like a precise and cruel operation. The joints and All the organs for observing the environment have lost their specific functions, and all combat effectiveness was crushed by this terrifying opponent in the first round!
Almost at the same time as the forklift backed out of the house, an astonishing burst of gunfire burst out from the driver's seat toward John Bogle.
Jiaolong's spirit-killing magazine has been used up, and the gunshots of Lei Fengheng, his secondary weapon, are endless. Each burst of graphite dust from a high-pressure air mass bombarded John's body as he hurriedly evaded it, leaving a terrifying crater, like a planer peeling off potato skins.
John wanted to escape——
——He has never seen such a terrifying and violent opponent.
No matter what period it is, the kings around Ao Mingde, or its lapis lazuli guards, its Guangling Stop, its heroic red stone people or the sinister and vicious blue stone people, are not as good as the one in front of you [Faded By].
The erratic ghost followed the air wave stirred up by the gun flame and blew away into the distance. It was blocked by the air mass of psychic ammunition that exploded in mid-air. After seeing the power of modern firearms, John Borg finally recognized the reality.
At this moment, he was sitting in a convertible car with his imagination wide open. The mechanisms and props in the house were almost immediately destroyed by the barbaric machinery and the walls. The energy network of the spirit body was blocked by the strange magic catalyst. , if he stops for even three seconds, this ruthless killer will completely wipe him out!
We must take the initiative to attack!
As long as [Terror Art·Horror Art] can touch this guy! I can turn him into my slave
Although this kid looks short, he is not as strong and tall as Sigma. But the guy who can push me, John Borg, into a desperate situation must have a strong essence and can turn into a very powerful servant.
Just survive this period of time, just survive this rain of fire! The moment he changed the magazine! The moment when the right arm is exposed! It's now!
In the narrow alley, the forklift followed Xueming's soles of his feet and stepped on the accelerator, bursting out with surging power.
It crashed into the ancient house again, and John Borg's spirit body turned into a cheese form riddled with holes, but the power of the soul still worked. This was his trump card, the terrifying evolution obtained from the [Original Seed] , a divine power that can turn any living thing into a flesh-and-blood deformity.
At the critical moment when he was about to reload the ammunition, John Borg's eyes widened——
——The young man’s posture of holding the gun never changed. He just tapped the release button lightly, and a steel arm shining with silver light helped him complete the reloading action, as if the overall state of the gun had never changed. , has been spitting out tongues of fire. The ammunition supply mechanism did not react at all, and the continuous shell extraction action was not affected at all.
He has no weaknesses! John Borg's supposed weakness didn't exist!
The tattered spirit body pounced towards Xueming. Even if it took the risk of being destroyed, as long as it touched the young man before the spirit body was completely destroyed, [Terror Art·Terror Art] would be able to work!
The spirit-killing bullets were continuously pressed from the pistol case into the rifle case through [Fragrant Dream]'s delicate fingers. The continuous and dense firepower network seemed unable to stop this century-old ghost.
In the context of the mythical legend "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", John Borg is still a corporate leadership talent at the level of the Black Mountain Demon, and is not that easy to kill. The spirit-killing bomb could cut off the head of the bartender Alpha, but hitting the extremely powerful John Borg would only create a patch of trachoma holes the size of a thumb.
The distance between the two is getting closer and closer, and the twisted knuckles are about to touch Xueming's head!
The toe claws of [Fragrant Dream] suddenly protruded from the straight bridge of the iron sculpture's nose! It had a firm grip on John Bogle's finger!
However, this strange spirit body blessed by the [Primordial Seed] was like a ball of plasticine, which suddenly deformed and pierced Xueming's armed right arm.
John Borg was ecstatic: "We succeeded!"
But the next moment, this battle-hardened old monster could no longer laugh.
A dazzling light burst out from Jiang Xueming's sleeves, almost lighting up the night.
The sudden swipe of the incompetent work was like a magic weapon that broke the muscles and bones, breaking the flowers of flesh and blood that came out of his right arm. The thousand-degree fire almost evaporated the old ghost John's nose and mouth. , cutting the spirit's skull in half.
The evil soul floating in the air finally comes to an end.
Two blood-red eyes can still see the cold-faced evil star sitting in the driver's seat of the forklift, holding on to the bloody arm that was broken by his own hands.
The cross scar that had just begun to mutate remained from the wrist pulse of the arm, and then lost all vitality. The granulation gradually spread, and then stopped abruptly in the fire.
He seemed to be still curious. Hunwei was holding the panacea, as if he was thinking about whether to reattach this arm or simply grow a new one. The disgust on his face seemed to say: "How about first?" Leave the old one alone and grow a new arm that can barely be used].
All of John Borg's thoughts and sanity dissipated between heaven and earth, and were turned into a handful of blackened carbon powder by the power of Mingde's remains.
The forklift has been scrapped, but the cleaning work must continue.
Xueming casually threw the severed arm aside, tore off his spiritual clothes, took off his wig, counted the ammunition, and entered the shop again. He could feel that although the leader of the thief had died in the second round of the battle, the monsters he left behind were still there. To live, you must kill them all.
Without the hindrance of the spiritual clothes, Fengfang Huanmeng was finally able to completely leave the body and enter the narrow room. Xueming completely gave up on the dragon and switched to Lei Fengheng as his main weapon.
He returned to the aisle behind the revolving door and walked forward. From the secret doors on the movie posters on both sides of the studio, a flesh-and-blood aberration jumped out. The monster's low-lying posture was extremely difficult to aim, and his waist was crushed by his kick. .
The bone spurs dug into the instep of his feet, but he didn't hesitate at all. The moment the enemy's movement was cut off, bullets and maces started working together.
Fragrant Dream has never been his main weapon to kill enemies. This fragile spirit body is protected by his physical body. He will only use this ultimate weapon unless he is in a desperate situation and has to risk his life.
Before entering the next room, the pitiful singer hid in the poster and trembled. Like Lord Sigmar and the Alpha bartender, she had red skin, black hair, and red eyes. The uninvited guest was under her nose. After trampling Master John's guard dog to death, the spirit pulled out the bone nails that had penetrated his soles.
The fighting posture is exactly the same as Bruce Lee in the movie poster "Game of Death", and even the height and body shape of the two are like ghosts.
This is not what Lord Sigmar calls weak and weak!
When Miss Beta covered her mouth in fear and trembled——
——A hand opened the poster in the corridor of the studio, and the muzzle of the gun was stuck out.
The scream suddenly stopped mid-sentence and turned into a feeble moan from the female ghost. The mouthpiece of the clay puppet was made of sewing machine oil and pigskin fabric, and the suddenly tight oil sprayed and squeezed in these cavities, causing a terrifying sound. Xiao was drowned by the sound of gunfire, and his soul was immediately shattered into nothing.
Going further inside, we can see bullet casings all over the floor in the recreation room where the tea party was held.
The magazines scattered everywhere indicated that a fierce battle had taken place here, and there were a large number of flesh and blood aberrations. As John Borg said, there were sixteen strong monsters squatting in every corner of the shop.
Starting from the first table, I won’t go into details about the poor people who were killed by bullets.
The fresh blood stains in the kitchen were Xueming's new injuries. He escaped from the kitchen chimney window, crawled downstairs to retrieve a fire ax that was redder than blood, and crawled back again, turning into hot blood. Pitou Shi.
The two corpses lying on the cauldron were the trophies of the axe, and the good brother whose side was burnt to char was the victim of the flour explosion.
The work of talent fell on the main stage of the hall, inserted on the heads of two crocodile-shaped monsters with a body length of about four meters. The oxide layer on the two steel maces completely fell off, exposing the rusty iron inside.
The bone-breaking kitchen knife whirled into the big screen and chopped the flesh and blood doll in the secret door into expired and spoiled snacks.
At this moment, Jiang Xueming had just used a strong and luxurious brass chair to hold a monster, and struck the monster's heart with an ax. What followed was a series of dodges, retreating to the main stage to deal with the last snake-like monster.
He kicked open the stage's wiring ducts, cut the thick copper cables, and threw the live wire end into the monster's mouth.
Just listen to the crisp note of the fuse burning out and tripping——
——And the last sound of the ax blade falling to the ground, the ax head breaking and flying.
The indoor security light turned on, and under the green light, Jiang Xueming was covered in blood, much redder than the devil.
There was no trace of normal skin color on his bare scalp, and it was difficult to even open his eyes.
The scene was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
His inspiration finally returned to calmness, and Fragrance Fantasy could no longer smell any strange smell.
Pulling out the work of ingenuity from the heads of two elite monsters, the pair of maces need to be recast. The fitness props sent by Mr. Wen Bucai have completed their historical mission, and it is time to transform into a form to deal with monsters.
When Xueming returned to the entrance and breathed in the fresh air, she felt unbearable pain all over her body. The tiger's mouth swelled with deep scars. After the broken arm regrown, the moment the bones and flesh were regenerated, it was difficult for the arm to be used immediately. In the efficient enemy-killing phase.
On a hot summer day, he seemed to have just returned from a ketchup splashing festival in hell after attending a pool party.
In addition to the cordon and police cars at the scene, Sima Yao brought two ice creams, which were McDonald's Oreo McFlurries for 15 yuan, buy one, get one free, and prepared to give Xueming a surprise - after all, she was very poor and had walked away before. Lemon tea needs an explanation.
Just twenty minutes of work. Jiang Xueming left behind the deformed dragon, the scarred Lei Fengheng, half of the fire ax as evidence, and all the magazines left at the scene had to be taken back and handed over to Tianshu's logistics.
Sima Yao: "What the hell did you do when I was waiting in line at McDonald's?"
Jiang Xueming wiped the blood from his hands, but before he could wipe the blood from his face, he took the small dessert gift from Sima Yao.
"Mission accomplished, unfortunately, one of the hostages died."
(End of chapter)
