Foreword:
A decisive battle should only be fought when the probability of victory is very high.
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[part one·humiliation]
Flies are creatures of the insect family Diptera, suborder Antomycidae.
Traces of it can be found in almost all cities around the world and are extremely prolific.
The reason why the Fly Man has such a nickname is not only because of his [local promotion] work of lingering around retail stores like flies, but also because of his blessed holy blood.
The blood of the disaster beast flowing in his body comes from the immune system of the fruit fly, the disaster beast in the underground world.
The two globular proteins bf64 and bd2 are the ultimate weapons for flies to deal with bacteria. At present, the field of human biological and biochemical science still wants to seize this gift of flies for sterilization.
There are only four stages in the growth cycle of a fly. Compared with the life form of the crazy butterfly, the speed of turning into an adult is faster and more rapid. However, the power of the soul is also like the Almighty Hand's Shattered Morpho Butterfly. It is a incomplete form.
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At this moment, Little Star is holding the cake and preparing to close the door to see off guests.
The Fly Man began to feel anxious. He rubbed his fleshy palms with a look of anticipation on his face. Things that his ancestor had ordered must not go wrong. It would be terrible if s272 did not eat the cake, or gave the cake to others.
"Hello..."
Little Xingxing held the doorknob with a guilty conscience. After all, Haspen was in the study. If others knew that such a man was hiding in the house, how should he explain it to the people of the Little Brotherhood?
Fly Man: "Hey...Miss Stass. Can I trouble you..."
Little Star: "Is there anything else?"
Both the Fly Man and Little Star looked coy and embarrassed.
After about ten seconds, the worker from the Little Brotherhood slowly opened his mouth and went straight in.
"Can you... open this gift and eat the cake in front of me?"
Little Xingxing suddenly became suspicious——
"--Why?"
The Fly Man explained calmly, and casually told a half-truth: "Because I'm really curious... I worked for the ancestors, and I first worked as a cook. I haven't made desserts for a long, long time. , I want to see the diners’ expressions after eating the food.”
Little Xingxing's eyes lit up and she thought to herself, isn't this what Chef Jason said?
Hey, is this old brother the same kind of person as Jason? Quite interesting!
The fun man suddenly found the fun and immediately opened the lid of the meal in front of the fly man. His weak arms shook a little when he lifted the dinner plate, which made the fly man startled.
His eyes followed the swaying cake, sometimes in surprise, sometimes with clenched teeth, and sometimes with a stern look on his face, like a fish biting a hook, distracted by the meteor's rough movements.
Some of the cake crumbs floated onto the skirt of this bold girl!
That was the hallucinogenic drug that he worked hard for two days and two nights and completed several human experiments!
If this girl accidentally knocks it over! I must make her lick the carpet clean!
But the next second, Meteor picked up the fork and spoon, but refused to move his mouth.
Fly Man: "What's wrong...what's wrong?"
Little Xingxing was all mouthed, as if she had been greatly wronged.
Fly Man: "What's going on?! Hey! You should say something!"
Little Xingxing took a long time to speak.
"I do not like..."
"Don't like it?!" Fly Man covered his cheeks and almost screamed: "Why don't you like it?! Why!"
"Because it's a matcha mousse cake." Meteor teased the green mousse cream: "You can tell the quality of the dessert with the naked eye, although I can feel your soul as a chef burning, brother flyman. But this cake is too crotch-stretching."
The fly man started to stutter when he spoke: "Pull your crotch?"
"Yes." Meteor gently tapped the clay skin of the pastry with a spoon: "The cakes made by my chef's apprentices are five times better than this thing, and I really don't like matcha and mousse. Matcha is too bitter. , mousse should be stored at low temperature. I am a person who exercises regularly, and these two things are not good for the heart. My mother did not let me eat them. I just ate them once out of curiosity, and then I never wanted to eat them again."
"Is there such a thing?!" Fly Man only felt a deep sense of frustration in his heart: "Just because of this? You? Exercise?"
He looked at Little Xingxing's body without a few ounces of flesh, and almost concluded that this bitch was here to cause trouble.
"Are you teasing me? Miss Stass!"
Little Xingxing's eyes were full of sincerity and her attitude was correct. She held up the cake and said, "How about you try it yourself first? The chef's tongue must be sharper than the guests."
Under the bright yellow light in the corridor, the twisted and nervous shadow of the Fly Man was illuminated.
He didn't expect that this little girl's family would be so picky. Even the 45 million pyroxene currency hidden in the cake could not dispel her vigilance. She was unwilling to sell even this simplest and most transparent favor to the little brotherhood. , is it so difficult to take a bite of cake?
This money can buy you the most delicious cake in the world!
"Aha!~" Little Xingxing immediately put on a mean smile: "You're kidding! Why are you so nervous!"
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"You're joking..." The Fly Man didn't understand: "What is it?"
Little Xingxing: "I'll eat it right now! Mommy told me! You can't refuse other people's kindness! It's wrong to waste food!"
The Fly Man nodded his head: "You have a good mother! Miss Stass!"
Little Xingxing: "No! My mommy is the best mommy in the world!"
The Fly Man followed with fists and arms, full of energy: "Mommy is the best!"
Little Xingxing changed the topic and played with the fork and spoon in his hand: "But this spoon is too big and heavy. Please hold it for me. I will go find my own tableware."
"Okay!" The Fly Man took the cake and stood at the door.
Little Xingxing felt confused: "Why don't you come in and sit down?"
Fly Man: "Can I come in?"
Little Star: "Of course! Don't you want to watch me finish the cake? It's so big! I can't eat it all at once! You are a distinguished guest of the Little Brotherhood, standing outside the corridor like What does it look like!"
"Oh..." This middle-aged uncle suddenly felt inexplicably moved in his heart——
——Perhaps the ancestor's worries are unnecessary. A girl like s272 probably doesn't need mental control. She can firmly capture her heart with a happy and simple life.
The distance from the door to the sofa is only about ten steps, and the inner activities of the Fly Man are very rich.
He could vaguely remember the teachings of his ancestor. Lawrence Madison had always pursued a philosophy, that is, profit first.
Emotions are a drag. Roles such as parents, friends, and lovers, if they are useless, can be exchanged for power and money.
At this moment, he immediately adjusted his mentality and erased the last bit of compassion.
If this emotion, his sympathy for Miss Stass, weakened him, I am afraid that the Patriarch would immediately abandon him as a working man.
——Control your heart!
The Fly Man silently said to himself that he needed to change his mood and switch to another mode of thinking.
This ungrateful girl was teasing you repeatedly in front of the gate just now! Insult you!
Demean your work with her pampered dessert aesthetic!
She almost overturned the fruits of your labor!
No need to pity her! You should pity yourself!
After going back and forth like this, the fireman's eyes began to burn with the flame of inexplicable resentment again.
He stared at the prey and only regarded Stas as a weak and cute antelope or fawn. The fur on her body would eventually be cut off and made into a soft scarf or warm underwear - and had no other use.
A waste is not qualified to live in the Little Brotherhood. Her eldest sister Glory was favored by the patriarch only because she was "useful" - this is the iron law of the jungle.
If one day Glory no longer cares about s272, this girl will be the same as other experimental subjects and can only be used to test poison. Continue to shine in the workshop of the Little Brotherhood.
Thinking like this, the Fly Man killed his weak self.
Little Star pulled out a small fork from the kitchen cabinet, which fit perfectly in her pocket, when she returned to the Fly Man. Without saying anything, he took away the cake and started eating.
When the Fly Man saw Stas lowering his head, picking off a corner of the dark green pastry with his fork, and making a crisp sound when it collided with the iron plate, his heartbeat accelerated, and he almost heard fairy music.
After just one bite, Little Star stopped to get the hc card in the cake.
The Fly Man was so happy that just one bite was enough! Even just a taste is enough!
The hallucinogen he personally prepared would take effect quickly and take away the little girl's consciousness. He waited for that moment, waiting quietly for a long, long time.
Until Little Xingxing took away the hc card, wiped it clean with a paper towel, and played with it for a long time, his expression was still the same as before.
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[part2·Anger and attack the heart]
The fly man became anxious and had thoughts in his heart——
——Isn’t the dose of medicine enough?
"Take another bite...didn't you agree...to finish it all?"
He was so nervous that his mouthpiece was dry, almost begging.
"Miss Stass, were you just teasing me?"
Little Xingxing still didn't speak, but slowly opened her mouth——
——Her brows were furrowed, and she acted fiercely. She was a completely different person.
This expression also appeared when Skull and Bones confronted Director Sullivan. It was a look of extremely angry calm.
She tore off the plastic wrap in her mouth, wrapped it in soft pastry, and threw it back to the table.
"My teacher taught me personally not to eat food from strangers. Fly Man, you want to poison me, right?"
The flyman's expression changed drastically, and his body became stiff.
Little Xingxing continued: "My eldest sister never takes me with her when she goes out to do errands. She is afraid that something will happen to me, because I am very weak, very weak - I feel so unconvinced that I will go crazy! Being looked at by others It’s so flat! Damn it!”
The shining iron knight's light sword had been placed between the Fly Man's legs unknowingly, separated only by a small table.
Little Xingxing emphasized: "The bitterness of matcha can cover up the irritating taste of chemicals. You are very thoughtful. But a cook is not willing to eat the food he made. I'm afraid it has something to do with your job as drug dealers. , you know how terrible drugs are, but you never take them, right?"
"I've had enough!" Fly Man was about to go crazy, and finally broke out and called out Soul Power: "[Hand of fate·Hand of fate]! - Feed her cake! I want her to lick all the plates clean. !”
At this moment!
An inexplicable pulling force pulled Little Star. She held the Iron Knight's light sword with her right arm and squeezed and pulled it toward the table, until her whole head was about to smash into the iron plate.
"It's Soul Power's attack!" Xiao Xingxing's eyes widened, almost in disbelief: "When did you get hit? Where is this guy's spirit body? Why did I receive the special effects of Soul Power without even seeing the spirit body? influence?"
The red spirit arm revealed Meteor's chest, and it followed Ah Xing's [b·side] to produce magical changes.
The originally strong armor-covered arms were now as weak and weak as a geisha's, turning into a [b·cup].
Meteor uses its spirit body to support its physical body, completely unable to block the powerful gravity——
——It was as if there really was an invisible hand of fate holding her body, about to throw her into the arms of the fatal dessert!
"Why don't you bow your head! Why why why why!" The Fly Man stood up and stepped on the table, then raised his leg and kicked Little Xingxing's head.
As soon as he kicked it down, Ah Xing felt like the world was spinning——
——The sole of the shoe kissed the side of her face, and along with the powerful impact, her head was squeezed into the dinner plate. The Iron Knight also fell to the carpet.
The Fly Man asked hysterically: "Why do you, a stinky bitch, talk so much! Demand so much! There are so many tricks! You are the Party A I hate the most! You are the negotiation partner I hate the most!"
Again and again!
When the shoes were stained with blood, the fly suddenly realized——
——Can’t kill anyone! If s272 dies, how should he explain to his ancestor? Who will bear Glory's wrath? !
Seeing that Little Xingxing's head had sunk into the iron plate, Fly Man hurriedly lay down in front of the stage, trying to see S272's face clearly. He hugged Little Xingxing's bloody cheeks and turned him over, only to see a golden wolf mask.
Rose pyroxene emits a bright red light. This mask blocks the owner and becomes the last talisman.
Little Star's eyes widened as he and the Fly Man looked at each other.
"You despicable and shameless guy! In order to poison me, but you don't want to kill me directly, if you want to do a dose test, I'm afraid you will harm a lot of people! You are already a hopeless evil gangster!"
The bright red spirit's punch was like a bullet coming out of the barrel!
At such a close distance, Fly Man felt like his cheek was hit hard by the rhinoceros!
His body lost balance, and the blood-granting body flew backwards, hitting the water dispenser next to the TV cabinet, almost breaking the bucket.
"This power...this spiritual power...you..."
His teeth and cheekbones were shattered, the flesh and blood on half of his face was eroded, and his right eye was blind.
"[Hand of fate·Hand of fate]! Catch her! Catch her! Don't let her get close to me! Otherwise my head will be smashed by her!"
The inexplicable traction is here again!
Just as Little Xingxing's body shifted and fell due to this inexplicable force, she suddenly tore off her dress, revealing the prison uniform under her dress. She saw the dress flying towards the wall following the pointed attack of Soul Power——
——The originally soft fabric hit the wall with a bang. The wall and wallpaper were impacted, revealing terrifying spider web-shaped cracks. The spirit body of [Hand of Fate·Hand of Destiny] finally revealed its true appearance!
It was a weird prop made up of dozens of buttons, as if they could obey the Fly Man's orders and combine two completely different things. The reason why A Xing tipped over towards the table and iron plate before was because of the stain on his skirt. cake.
Most of the soul power of blood-granting units is activated through blood. The Fly Man added blood to the dessert!
Little Xingxing's face was covered in blood, and the big wolf mask seemed to be embedded in the side of her face, almost deep into her scalp and reaching her skull.
She raised her warhammer and rapier and roared loudly.
"It's round two!"
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In the study, Haspen Madison had noticed something unusual outside the room.
But he couldn't take a step, not even one step!
The Canaanite life in his body was against him—
"——Mr. Hasband! This is not on your wish list! I will not allow you to risk your life and run out to fight Morpho."
"Listen to me! Listen to me!" Hasben was anxious. The door was clearly in front of him, but if he wanted to raise his hand at this moment, he first had to fight through the foreign electrical signals in his head.
Canaan: "What does it have to do with you whether that little girl is alive or dead? If you reveal your identity here, I'm afraid your biological father will immediately become suspicious and kill Glory, and you won't survive long."
"Stop fucking nonsense!" Hasben scolded: "How could you, a beast, understand..."
Canaan interrupted impatiently: "Engels, a famous philosopher among you humans, also said that a decisive battle can only be fought when the possibility of victory is very high. Are you sure you can defeat [Heaven's Gate] now? ?”
Hasband was silent.
Canaan went on to say——
"——I can help you. This is an additional agreement of the contract. If we work together to save this little girl, you have to give me one of your arms."
Hasband: "Deal!"
"Leave it all to me!" Canaan emphasized: "Leave it to me completely, all the neurons in the spinal column center and cerebellum that control the right arm!"
Hasband didn't think much of it.
This time it was an arm, what will it be next time?
A leg? Waist, abdomen or trunk?
But there was no room for him to think too much.
"make a deal!"
