Foreword:
No matter how good a crown is, it can't cure a headache.
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[Part 1·Fake Father]
Hasband Madison is being tested—
——There are two ecological parks surrounding the consul's residence. Outside the ecological parks is the downtown area. The population density here is high and the environment is complex. Three-proof construction has been done in the underground garages of large supermarkets. Once a large-scale natural disaster occurs, many citizens will immediately flock to the shelter.
The rich essence attracted five incarnation butterflies, which wandered in the vibrant courtyards and downtown areas of the capital. The animal exhibition area and nature reserve became a womb of flesh and blood polymers, from which one strong apostle after another emerged. Birth.
Hassben was single-handed, driven almost by instinct, and relied on his rich combat experience to find this place as soon as possible.
He has experienced countless fierce battles. The taste of these crazy butterfly incarnations and derivatives is similar to that of disaster beasts. He knows what they like best. The more ordinary citizens die, the more powerful these flesh and blood polymers become. The innocent and weak must be protected.
So he came here to help Snow Owl mobilize troops to evacuate the crowd.
He entered the underground garage of the supermarket with a gun, and the militiamen immediately stopped the uninvited guest.
The Snow Owl warriors recognized Galahad's school uniform, but the full molle and radio lighting equipment on Haasbone gave them some hesitation.
So a team leader asked: "Who are you? Why..."
The scene was a mess, with hundreds of citizens crying and shouting, pushing each other and hurried forward. Hasben no longer had his ID. He no longer belonged to the rapid response force, and it was difficult to show his anonymous ID.
Before he could answer, a member of the war gang immediately stood up next to him.
"Lawrence! Are you Mr. Lawrence?!"
Hasben looked over when he heard the sound, and caught a glimpse of a big-headed soldier with messy hair and a depressed look from the darkness.
The big-headed soldier said excitedly: "Your Excellency Lawrence Madison!? I knew you were not dead! How could you die in the hands of Ao Mingde?! That's what I'm telling you!"
Hasben hesitated, not knowing how to answer——
——He did not wear the eldest sister's laurel crown and returned the precious pyroxene to the gunsmith. At this moment, he had neither stones nor sticks. In the hot and dark environment of the underground passage, he seemed very depressed. He really does look like his biological father.
So he hatched a plan to put on Lawrence Madison's tiger skin and get close to the governor of Eureka Volcano City.
"Hahahahahaha!" Little Canaan came online at the right time: "These bastards actually think you are that scumbag! Hahahahahahahaha!"
Hasband's eyes flashed with thunder as he communed with Carnivorous Canaan -
"——This is a good thing. If they are also here to help the citizens and can listen to my command, that would be great."
The leader of the war gang immediately followed up and pushed away the Snow Owl militiamen. His rude movements showed his bully style, and he flashed the tattoo on the tiger's mouth and shouted.
"Sir Lawrence! Come with me! I will take you to the refuge immediately! The Lord Archon is also in the refuge!"
Hasben just nodded, holding the gun and keeping up with the group's hurried pace.
As they walked forward, past the assembly square of the sewer, and further into the depths of the three-defense project, they saw a huge, wide underground cavity.
The place is very spacious, and each crypt room is dry and clean. In the grooves more than four meters above the ground on both sides of the road, there are also a large number of waterproof tarpaulin packages, which are dry food and canned food prepared to deal with disasters.
The shelter can accommodate almost 2,000 people, has underground water for tidal power, and enough fertility and light to grow food.
But Hasben looked more and more wrong, because there were three levels and five cards here, and there were many officers and soldiers.
When you arrive at the consul's underground residence, enter through the bunker, then walk more than fifty meters to the underground palace and detour to the second-floor outpost.
As soon as he opened the door, Hasben came out holding his nose.
There is a long table in the pavilion of the outpost, where a banquet of wine and meat is placed.
The consul Tommy Kraus hugged his wife and concubines and behaved on the balcony, which seemed to be a carnival at the end of the world.
All kinds of vomit, feces and secretions from human intercourse seeped into the carpet, which was extremely smelly.
Hasben just glanced at it, and his madness index kept rising.
Just as he was about to exit, the panicked shouts of the consul came from inside the door.
"Your Excellency Lawrence! Your Excellency Lawrence Madison! Have you come to save us?! Have you brought [Heaven's Gate] to save us?"
Hasband retreated to the armory of the tower, and within ten seconds, he saw Archon Tommy, wearing a relatively clean bathrobe, rolling and crawling to Hasband's feet.
This fat and ugly dog official had a smile on his face, and there was a hint of flattery in his eyebrows.
"Conque has gone crazy! Mr. Lawrence! You must have come to take over his business! Have you come to save Eureka Volcano City?!"
Hasband didn't nod or shake his head.
He put his foot on Tommy Consul's shoulder, knocking Tommy to the ground and rolling him.
His tone was cold and his eyes were like fire.
"How many more soldiers are there?"
Tommy Consul: "Five hundred? Or...or six hundred?"
"How many of them follow the command?" Haspen emphasized: "The warriors who dare to fight the Incarnation Butterfly don't count those who are only willing to hide in the shelter."
Consul Tommy thought for a while: "Then...then I'm afraid..."
Hasben cursed: "Useless trash!"
The curse caused the Archon's DNA to move, and he was immediately convinced——
——That’s right. This is the father from the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult. There’s nothing wrong with that.
But Tommy asked aggrievedly.
"Why do we have to fight against the Incarnation Butterfly? Just hide here..."
Before Tommy could finish speaking, Haspen roared sharply.
"You idiot! What's the use of a dead city?!"
At this moment, a strange emotion suddenly emerged in the heart of this centurion. When he tried to see the world from the perspective of his biological father, Lawrence Madison, it seemed that there was a part of his hidden personality and suppressed emotions. Awakened.
Tommy raised his hands in front of his chest, like a devout believer who wanted to beg for his precious life from the mad butterfly priest.
His submissive posture didn't seem fake, but the alertness and cruelty in his eyes couldn't deceive anyone.
"Sir Lawrence! I want to live! I want to live! Use the power of [Heaven's Gate] to take me away now! I'm so scared! If you take me away, I will immediately give the command of the Snow Owl mobilization troops Over to you!”
"Are you negotiating terms with me?" Hasben glared angrily, and drew his gun and loaded the gun: "Tommy Krauss, are you negotiating terms with me?"
For a moment, Morpho's surge of spiritual pressure almost made Tommy breathless. It was as if an invisible hand was strangling the fat pig's neck.
Tommy couldn't breathe, and the flesh on his face was swollen the color of liver.
Hasband looked out from the armory's machine gun position and pointed into the distance.
"When I walked in from the gate of the shelter, I saw that your soldiers were afraid of death. The little beasts of the war gang secretly sold the citizens the right to live in squares and crypts for their own selfish interests. They wanted young and beautiful women. Money and fresh food are required before we are willing to let him go.”
"I remember that the people who live in the Krum area (the busy area around the Archon Garden) are the social elite of Eureka. They are architects, ship diesel engine chief engineers, artists, and they are from your District 51. Congressman - if they are wronged, their wives are separated and their families are broken, how can I rebuild Eureka?”
"What are you thinking about? Tommy, tell me, what are you thinking about?"
"The incarnation of butterflies is invading your streets and killing your citizens, but you are timid and afraid of death. You dare not unite, and you are unwilling to lead the militia out to extinguish the spiritual disaster - if Aohun Mingde blames you, you How can I survive with only white gloves? Do I have to rely on the power of my soul to survive for the rest of my life?"
"Your Excellency..." Tommy said tremblingly: "Your Excellency is right... Your Excellency..."
Hasband: "Your Excellency?!"
Tommy: "My lord! That's what my lord said! That's what my lord said! You are the incarnation of the Crazy Butterfly in the human world! You are the master of Eureka!"
Hasband sneered: "Who cares about the Mad Butterfly? Don't take Johnny Conch's words seriously - if it weren't for money, who would be willing to take this thing to heart, don't you think so?"
Tommy: "Yes...yes yes..."
Hasband: "Now give me the command of the Snow Owl mobilization troops. I'm going to deal with the Incarnate Butterflies in the city."
Tommy breathed a sigh of relief. If he could leave this mess to Lawrence Madison, he could still keep his hat as consul and continue to be a puppet emperor in this rich port.
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As for Concho Johnny and Lawrence?
Who cares? There will always be people who will become bandits, there will always be people.
With this in mind, Tommy handed over all the station radio stations of each group, militia and war gang to Hasbon.
He just waited for Lawrence to bring him good news. His legs were weak and he wanted to return to the gentle land. He continued to taste delicious food and ate Eureka's special dishes. After his stomach was distended and vomited, he repeatedly experienced the bliss of the world.
He was going to find the leading actress of the TV station, and he wanted the pretty girl to change her face and skin. He hadn't tasted enough yet, and he wasn't satisfied yet.
Hasband followed Tommy quietly. He found several veterans of the Snow Owl team and asked them to follow the Archon and continue watching.
The door of the pavilion opened, and the brothers folded their arms. The militiamen were not qualified to talk to the consul. They were violent organizations and did dirty work.
When the consul returned to his filthy sweet sitting-room, Haspen drew his gun and shot the fat pig fifteen times in the back.
The artificial beauty, who had undergone countless surgeries on both sides, screamed. Her mandible was dislocated due to her exaggerated expression, and the skin on both cheeks was torn open. The next second, she was shot in the head by Hasband.
The warrior's heart gradually became like his teacher.
Like a piece of steel, hard and cold.
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[part2·True Son]
The small leaders in the militia group were all shocked. They only knew that Mr. Lawrence might kill the useless consul, but they did not expect to kill the women as well. Tommy's six companions present were all shot multiple times, and their bodies fell in the filth.
Hasband glanced at the leader of the Snow Owl Militia behind him.
He said quietly: "Come out with me. There are more beautiful ones outside, pure and natural."
The militia captain did not dare to speak. It was something they had never imagined and did not dare to imagine.
For girls in Eureka who haven’t had plastic surgery, you have to go to the zoo to find them.
"Have you ever thought about it..." Hasben brought the M2 Laoganma to the armory and asked the men to catch it: "One day, we can be the masters of our own country without having to look at other people's faces."
In Eureka's military establishment, the most basic family unit has been shattered by cruel social rules.
The Snow Owl militiamen have a high salary, but they are not allowed to start a family, because there is such a death order in the intervention of the Cupid Mercy Society.
Soldiers can go to brothels and keep call girls, but they can never form a family in the traditional sense, and they can never use public cars for personal use.
These violent machines are like isolated atoms, broken up, controlled, and managed at the lowest cost.
They have no kinship factions, no friends, only interests surrounding money.
For Conque Johnny, money is the lowest and lowest cost.
Now Lawrence Madison appeared in front of these soldiers and suddenly mentioned such a thing.
The Snow Owl militia even felt that they had met God - in a real sense, they heard God's call from the torture of Cupid, the god of love.
"Eureka raised you, my brothers."
Hasbone Madison said so.
"But it's rotten, top to bottom, inside and out, everything is rotten."
"I want to renovate this land and start over. I promise you that the blessed blood will give you a new life."
"The next generation of this city will raise new children."
"Perhaps these children will become your wives, become your adopted sons, and you will have a family instead of a bundle of banknotes - you know what banknotes are for, right? You've always known that."
"It will turn into wine, into sexual experience, into gambling chips, into bullets, into food that you can never have enough of, and give it to the pretty girl on TV, but she will never be able to become your wife. , becomes your house, becomes the thing that you have been thinking about but can't figure out what you want..."
Hasband Madison's hands were trembling, and he was very nervous. Perhaps a ghost had come to him, a ghost named Lawrence Madison, who possessed him and made him speak fluently and clearly.
"There is an opportunity before you, brothers."
Hasband led the team out and took away the Archon's scepter. It was the stick used by Tommy when he was a passenger. It was a religious ceremonial staff. It had been blessed by the blue stone people and became a staff and stone. The top of the scepter is inlaid with a golden amber.
"We have forty heavy machine guns, more than a hundred high-explosive grenades, and 70,000 bullets of different calibers. I did a rough calculation and found that there are more than 570 rifles in the armory. These things can definitely kill The incarnation butterfly outside.”
All of a sudden, the checkpoint in the shelter fell silent.
Hasben came to the side of a big-headed soldier and the gang members of the Crazy Butterfly Sect.
The soldier was still trying to take off the clothes of a girl from a wealthy area and was about to have a good time, but Hasben picked her up by the scruff of her neck and threw her into the arms of the captain of his unit.
He looked stern but felt sad as he walked out. The checkpoints along the way immediately began to deploy soldiers and arranged for citizens to move into the caves. More soldiers found the group leaders and wanted to return to the surface to deal with the incarnation butterfly.
If Eureka becomes a dead city, these violent machines will lose everything. But they don't want to die or become crazy butterflies. Now it seems that only the broad shoulders of Lawrence Madison are worth relying on.
As he walked back to the square, Hasband heard a small group of soldiers in the warband chanting the Blood Butterfly Bible.
He never expected that there would actually be people in the war gang of the Love God Mercy Society who believed in this stuff.
They formed a large circle, about forty or fifty people, and in order to celebrate the reunification ceremony, they drew a perfect circle of truth with blood on the stone flat in the center of the square.
They shouted loudly——
"——Worship and unite! Holy Father and Holy Mother!"
"——Vita Brand! Give me eternal life!"
"——Worship and unite! Holy Father and Holy Mother!"
"——Vita Brand! Give me eternal life!"
The leader of the gang who held the ceremony stretched out his hands toward the dark ceiling, stabbed his arm with a ceremonial knife for bloodletting, and painted a new religious art painting on the Circle of Truth.
It was an androgynous body painting with a face made of blood butterflies.
To be honest, Haspen felt quite embarrassed when he encountered this scene.
He happened to be walking through this necessary road with more than two hundred soldiers, and the strange spiritual pressure that erupted from the evil festival site made the brothers furious.
Hasband raised his hand and pointed lightly.
"Whoever believes in this ghost religion! Anyone who doesn't want to live a good life will be beaten to death by me!"
The squad leaders of the six machine gun squads suddenly burst into laughter and didn't know what to say - they deployed on the spot and spread out the firing range.
The bullets were washed away, and a flesh-and-blood polymer crawled out of the corpse——
——That was the apostle born from the Vita brand due to the high concentration of spiritual disasters in the evil sacrifice. However, it was too weak and came to the human world before it was fully developed.
It looks like a baby Tyrannosaurus rex, like a little chicken about seventy centimeters long.
It screamed, hissing helplessly among the broken corpses.
Hasband: "That's the evil spirit that's preventing us from starting a family! Kill it!"
The gunfire flashed past, and the newly born apostle died violently on the spot and turned into a pulp——
——The soldiers carried their equipment and arrived at the gate of the shelter, about to enter the underground parking lot.
The five incarnation butterflies in the sky were rising and falling in the city. They only knew that the essence of this place was abundant, but they could not find a specific target to harm them, so they became anxious.
A ball of pink flesh polymer rushed out from the B3 exit of the parking lot. It was shaped like a wheel, and seemed to be a strange shape made of human bones - it was the apostle!
A hundred meters away, the intense mental attack has pushed the young people in the team to the edge of madness. The wheel-like monster, like its predecessor, the apostle hound, possesses an aesthetic of curiosity that mortals cannot understand.
Its hub structure is composed entirely of human organs and skulls, and the psychic screams bursting out from those hundreds of skull mouthpieces can instantly destroy all the fighting will of an adult.
I could only hear screams and wails coming from the Snow Owl mobilization team, but the leaders of each team held on. They held down the brother who was about to lose his mind, accurately issued shooting orders, and quickly struck at the flesh and blood rolling in front of them. Freak!
Red and green tracer ammunition traces erupted in the dark underground parking lot. The human-flesh Red Butterfly Apostle was shot into several pieces by the heavy machine gun, and then rolled to the ground. He couldn't even scream. The heavy metal in his body exceeded the standard, and he was beaten into pieces by four heavy machine guns and nearly a hundred muzzles. Beach meat paste. He crashed completely into the first firing range and the first response area of Hasben's mobilization team, and he couldn't die any more.
Haspen Madison breathed a sigh of relief——
——He also thought that the mental attacks of these flesh and blood monsters would cause riots and shake the will of these soldiers.
"For a new life!
! To get a wife!
! For my future happy and beautiful home! "
The team leader on the side became red-eyed and suddenly yelled. When he regained his composure, he pushed Hasbon's shoulder.
"Mr. Lawrence! My God! That's what he said!"
Hasben nodded vigorously.
"Ah, yes, yes!"
