Foreword:
It is human nature to be ungrateful.
Dale Carnegie丨"Human Weakness"
[Part①·Painful choice]
"Boris Harman" Jason Megan looked solemn, frowned, and said solemnly to the manager of the hotel customer service department——
"——I'm afraid I can't wait ten minutes!"
He could feel the [Circus of Doom·Demon Circus] gradually eroding his body. They were blocking the blood vessels of the wound. If this continued, if this continued...
Too bad, too bad! It's really terrible!
As long as the time is right, the moment Haitang releases her soul power, the blood clots accumulated in the injured area will flow to the heart along the aorta. Many people who stay up all night and sit for a long time die from pulmonary embolism or coronary artery blockage in this way.
A person can remain seated for forty-eight hours without any problems, but when they stand up, the turbid blood coagulated in the blood vessels of the legs will flow to the cardiopulmonary system within twenty seconds, and they will collapse and die within a minute. .
At this moment, the toys "growing" out of Jason and Boris Hamann's bodies are the psychic booby traps laid by the Circus of Doom.
Only two minutes have passed, far ahead of the agreed ten minutes!
If a way to defeat Haitang cannot be found and the accumulation of blood congestion reaches a critical point, the Circus of Doom will release the psychic power to open the gate and let out blood. However, one hundred and eighty seconds later, Jason Megan will die.
For Boris Hamann, this time may be earlier. The damage to his femoral artery was more serious and the blood accumulated much faster.
"Can't wait ten minutes? What do you mean?" Boris Hamann knew nothing about the rules of fighting between psychics. This ordinary person simply did not understand the cause of the matter and what he would face next. Right horrible result.
He could still feel the swelling in his thigh, and the pain was gradually subtracting. It seemed like a pair of warm hands were touching his buttocks and legs. It seemed that everything was fine, the injury had been eliminated, and everything was changing for the better. But the toes far away from the heart are getting colder and colder and more painful.
Jason didn't have time to explain. He took out a survival knife from his backpack, separated the skin of his upper arm, and opened a path for bloodletting along the red brick's body tissue.
As soon as the blade touched the skin, Boris Hamann began to scream——
"——Mr. Jason! What are you doing!?"
In the eyes of this ordinary person, the VIP suddenly took out a knife and harmed himself, which frightened him.
Jason was speechless in pain. At this moment, he just wanted to shoot his arm, but there was no such condition. The knife was like a clumsy crowbar. When it penetrated the skin around the red building blocks, it was difficult to move. The spiritual fibers are blocking it, trying to stir up a layer of mud in the muscles.
"ah!!!!--"
Jason roared loudly in pain, and the blade struck violent sparks. Rows of white teeth sprouted from the bright red blocks. The blade collided with these fangs, exploding dazzling sparks.
Until the blade of the survival knife collapsed, Jason made a crooked cut on his arm that was only two millimeters deep, and not much blood could be drawn at all.
"So smart! You are so smart, sweetheart!"
Boris Hamann's thighs speak -
——The rubber Mickey Mouse clinging to the injured area grinned.
"You actually thought of your own way of death in advance? How good! You are so good! If this head can be used by the immortals! It will definitely create wonderful works of art."
The spirit's words could not reach Boris Hamann's ears. This ordinary innocent passerby still looked at Jason in horror and panic, unable to do anything to help him.
Circus of Doom continued:
"Your dexterous hands have lost the ability to draw, and you can't extract more useful information from this fat man."
"Your heart is about to stop beating, and the knife in your hand is useless. Do you want to continue to resist? Cut yourself apart piece by piece, and use bloodletting to delay the onset of embolism?"
"That will only make you weaker, and you will be dead before the gunsmith gets here."
"How about this, sweetie, let's play a game."
"If you are willing to taste human flesh, I will let you go."
With a sudden force, Jason Megan angrily stabbed the survival knife into the sink. The broken blade was inserted into the composite board until the handle was gone - as if to vent his anger, he cursed angrily at the dull knife.
"Useless things!"
"That's right!" Circus of Doom continued: "This burden betrayed your true name, messed up everything, and put you in crisis. He is indeed a useless waste."
"You are obviously helping him, but he can't help you at all."
"Homo sapiens is this kind of creature. Gratitude is the product of great upbringing. You can't get it from ordinary people. Ingratitude is their nature."
"so."
The armadillo hunter hiding in the dark became excited, and his eyes became more and more bloodthirsty.
A noble green-gold guard is about to swallow human flesh in front of his eyes. What a wonderful thing it is. This is almost a sweet feast that no ogre can imagine. The top level of spiritual abuse is the best for the green-gold guard. The ultimate insult.
"As long as you eat a piece of his flesh, I will let you go."
"Jason. Jason Megan!"
"Jason! Make your choice!"
Click!
Shocking cracks appeared on the bright red building blocks, warm currents emerged from the swollen limbs, and the accumulated blood in the upper arms began to flow, and they were about to turn into fatal embolisms!
Jason's body swelled up. His latissimus dorsi muscles were like strong bullfrogs, and his shirt suddenly burst. The layers of human skin were penetrated by the hard dark blue hair, and turned into soft flesh, which fell to the floor. Emit high-temperature steam.
He quickly transformed into a half-wolf form, and his height slowly reached about two and a half meters, with his pointed wolf head almost touching the exhaust pipe.
"That's great! Jason! That's great!" Circus of Doom praised: "Is it effective? The sudden expansion of the cardiopulmonary system can give you some survival space, but is it effective? Or do you want to use the wolf's mouth? Come and taste this human flesh?"
Blood-red eyes stared intently at Boris Hamann——
——This was the first time that Jason came to ordinary people in the form of a big wolf. He felt that the growths on his upper arms and collarbones on his neck had calmed down a little, and his strength had returned.
The descendants of the Holy Beast all possess terrifying spiritual pressure. For ordinary people, the pheromones emitted by them are enough to scare adults away. Boris Haman is unable to move at this time. Moving, only fear remained in his eyes, and the Mickey Mouse on his thigh was gradually melting, following the [Circus of Doom·Demon Circus] to release psychic energy, trigger the operation of booby traps, and fatal embolisms. To kill him.
Pfft——
The sound of fangs penetrating flesh made Haitang perk up, but the result was not as good as he thought.
Jason Megan did not eat people, he just disliked the bad teeth in human form, so he changed to a pair of sharp wolf kisses, biting the joints of his arms, shoulders and necks fiercely, and then tore them apart with all his strength, almost The entire arm and bones were chewed off!
Slices of red liquid were splashed in the room, and hot wolf blood was poured on Boris Hamann's head.
There was no longer a smile on Haitang's face. He was so shocked that he cried. His heart was filled with fear and obsession, as if he had seen the moment before the destruction of a beautiful piece of art.
"Jason Megan."
"Your will to fight scares me and fascinates me."
"But what are you going to do next?"
The blood illuminated a red path in the room. The spirit body was stained with the sensitive catalyst of wolf blood, and immediately lost its bright color and turned into the unique purple-red color of [Circus of Doom·Demon Circus].
The rubber pad on Boris's butt dissipated together with these spirits, which was the moment when the soul power was released.
"Are you going to chase me directly? Come to find me in the room? Finish me? Or continue to treat this burden around you?"
"Jason, what would you choose?"
"If I miss this opportunity to attack, I will have to rearrange the trap."
Jason did not hesitate. He waved his sharp claws and pushed Boris Hamann to the ground——
——The clerk in the customer service department had begun to twitch. The moment the blood clots began to flow, his brain was deprived of oxygen and his body was out of control. The open wound on his thigh lost the patch of Circus of Doom·Devil's Circus, and it also quickly blood loss.
The wolf's claws almost cut open Boris's torso along the right side of his body.
He clumsily tore up his backpack and took out the panacea to cure this ordinary man.
The reagent bottle was crushed with his claws, and the white liquid was poured on the bloody body, and then the remaining half was sent to the wolf's kiss.
"It's really good! It's really good! It's really good!"
The sound of Circus of Doom·The Demonic Circus came from everywhere, and a new round of demining game began.
"Then round two begins, Jason Megan."
"Do you want to stay at the entrance? Wait until the gunsmith comes to rescue you? I will have escaped by then."
Waking up from the trembling, Boris Hamann was almost killed by the Big Wolf and Begonia, and was saved by the panacea——
——The customer service manager felt like his heart was split open and the pain was so painful that he almost lost his mind. His pupils dilated and contracted, and he blinked hard several times before finally returning to his normal state.
"There's no second round! Little beast!" Jason's half-wolf arm had just grown out, and his new limbs were holding the severed limbs, trying to show Haitang his special skills: "I'm not going to sit back and wait for death!"
Saying this——
——The broken arm was swung out with strong wind! It was like a wolf-meat cannonball, hitting the glass of the room hard.
Jason's expression changed. He never expected that the high-altitude floors of this hotel would actually have high-end products like bulletproof glass.
More than 40 kilograms of bone and flesh hit the thick endurance board at a speed of 80 meters per second, and only a few cracks were created.
"Haha" Haitang, who was hiding in the dark, was really frightened, and laughed dryly with lingering fear: "Hahahahaha"
If this arm can be sent out the window and turned into a falling object, the gunsmith will definitely be able to see it, which is the best way for Jason to end the second round early.
[Part②·There is no second round! ]
When the heavy object hit the endurance board, it made an excruciating sound, which suddenly woke Boris up.
Jason Megan did not give up. He used local materials and found other hard objects from the tattered backpack, trying to break through the endurance board's defense. He lost a lot of things, but to no avail, and finally pulled them out of his mouth. A canine tooth, thrown hard, only made a hole in the thick double-layer soundproof endurance board, but did not penetrate completely.
This movement frightened Haitang so much that he dared not speak. He watched helplessly as more and more broken objects appeared in front of the bay window of the guest room, but the window was as solid as a rock.
It wasn't until Jason started roaring again that the cunning and insidious hunter laughed happily and started to feel weird.
"That's great! Boris Hamann! Your hotel! The security measures are excellent!"
"It's really good! It's really good, it's really good!"
Boris clenched his fists and cursed loudly with a fierce look on his face: "What are you so proud of! You bastard!"
"This guy!" Jason looked surprised.
Circus of Doom·The Demonic Circus was also shocked: "Can you hear it? Can you hear it?"
"Are you the monster fighting Mr. Jason?!" Boris's eyes flashed with a strange light, which is the characteristic of psychic awakening. "So it's you who has been torturing us?"
The situation took a turn for the worse——
——For Haitang, there is one more psyker to deal with.
However, the Soul Power attack had already been launched. As early as Jason Megan poured out his anger on the sink, he used the survival knife as a prop to release his anger. It smashed through the heating pipe under the sink. In the hot summer, the floor heating The system has stopped running, but the liquid flowing inside can become the carrier of [Circus of Doom·Demon Circus].
Haitang's soul power does not have the ability to move at high speed. They can be spread throughout the environment through various physical objects.
At this moment, fourteen paper boats have emerged from the floor heating pipes and arrived next to Jason Megan's wolf claws.
The moment the foreign object came into contact with the flesh, the two people still staying at the entrance were hit at the same time. The swollen feet immediately turned into yellow duck webbed feet. Jason felt that his body was out of balance, soreness and pain came over, and he saw Bao Reese Harman held on to the wallpaper.
"No! No no no! Haman! No! Don't touch those things!"
Water flowed out of the closet, and more and more paper boats were like a swarm of piranhas, smelling of prey, trying to surround the two of them.
Just as Jason said, the moment Mr. Harman grabbed the wallpaper with his chubby hands, the paper quickly twisted and deformed, like a flexible spider, tightly wrapped around Harman's fleshy palm, chewing open his fingers and grinding his teeth to suck blood. .
"Fuck fuck."
Haman didn't stop, he ran straight forward, his two clawed feet made a clear sound of bone cracking, and the fragile flesh and bones at the Achilles tendon broke together with the terrifying toy. No one knows what he wants to do, including Jason and Haitang. They can't understand why this hysterical fat brother can't think about it and wants to commit suicide at this juncture.
More and more toys clung to Boris Hamann's body, and he was almost sucked to fuck him. Megatron hung on his forehead, and a large tumor of four or five Lego blocks grew on his belly.
The moment he hit the floor-to-ceiling bay window——
——Begonia screamed.
"Idiot! What do you want to do!"
The curtain transformed into a fierce rubber snake that tightly bound Haman's thick neck.
It's a pity that Mr. Harman's sarcastic smile came about because he barely had a neck.
He peeled off the tape on the bay window with difficulty, turned out the keyhole of the safety opening and closing limit lock, and then with difficulty took out a small silver key from the lining of his coat.
There are too many keys—
——There were so many that the soldiers who stayed on the ground and took out toy guns to shoot at Haman couldn't even find a suitable target.
Without any hesitation, Harman accurately took out one of the pieces and stuffed it into the keyhole of the safety limit lock, and then
"Clicking" sounds sounded one after another, Harman unlocked the eight glass limit plates one by one, and the prompt to clean the dust on the outer windows sounded.
The windows, which were full of cobwebs and cracks, fell out of the building along with Mr. Harman.
"Madman! Madman! Madman! Damn it." Haitang cursed viciously.
What does it feel like to fall from the 24th floor?
Boris Hamann couldn't imagine that he could die in such a way. For a moment when his body was out of balance, he still stared at this terrifying room until the last moment.
He was still thinking, if it were Mr. Jason, he would do the same thing! If it were him, he would definitely do the same if he was willing to risk his life for me, an ordinary person!
Will he win? Can he win?
If it falls to the ground from this height, the gunsmith will definitely be able to see it! You'll definitely find it!
It's too late to leave any last words, I can't even curse that hateful bastard!
Then show your middle finger! I have to vent my anger fiercely!
With this thought in mind, Boris Hamann stretched out his right arm towards the room. Even though it had turned into a slender hand and turned into a beautiful and fun Pink Panther doll, it could still move like a middle finger.
Only gravity caught him again and sent him back into the room.
The rubber snake at the curtain pulled on the bay window, which weighed almost more than 500 kilograms. It tried its best to pull Boris and the window back.
Haitang's face was covered in cold sweat, and her heart was about to jump out of her throat.
The same is true for Jason Megan. He looked at what Boris Hamann did and would freeze in place for a while.
The customer service manager fell weakly back to the platform, still gesturing with his middle finger blankly, and had no time to feel frustrated.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
The toy soldiers on the floor were laughing loudly, and [Circus of Doom·Demon Circus] was laughing and cursing at the two people in the room, making rude remarks.
"A dog! A pig! What a perfect match!"
"Hahahahahaha! Hahahaha! I'll kill you all! Wait until you die! Ugh!~"
A thick boot stepped out of the window and trampled the green toy soldiers into colorful pieces of flesh.
The gunsmith ducked across the gap in the bay window, worked quickly with his hands and feet, and pulled out the wolf's fang from the endurance board. Then he banged it hard, and the eight safety locks were restored, and the rubber snake became weak again. Weak curtains.
Just three short seconds, three breathtaking seconds.
The God of Death climbed in from the window, climbed from the first floor to the 24th floor, and stepped on the soft carpet. [Circus of Doom·Devil Circus] was too frightened to move. HelloKity, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, followed. The gunsmith's steps trembled slightly.
boom--
The young eagle's muzzle was smoking, and the pink cat was broken into pieces.
The gunsmith took off his mask and twitched his nose, as if he was tracking the scent of prey. He frowned when he smelled the strong aroma of alcohol. He glanced around the room and headed straight for the soundproof wall between the bathroom and the children's room.
"Circus of Doom·Devil's Circus! Crush him!" Haitang still struggled to her death.
At that moment, more than sixty spirit body fragments in the house all changed their forms. The soldiers shot out their companions as human cannonballs, and the men and women on the mini stage threw away their dance partners!
The slingshot on the TV suddenly tightened, and the round glass eyeball shot towards the back of the gunsmith's head.
"SD!" the gunsmith shouted in a low voice.
The moment the big steel cat came out of his body! There was a bloody storm in the house!
Every hit of the random punches and kicks exceeded the speed of sound! The strong wind caused by the shock wave of the explosion tore off the wallpaper and wall coverings!
The big hand wearing the heart of steel pushed away the blood mist, and pulled out a slender man from the wall. It was Haitang whose soul power was shattered and blood was coming from his mouth and nose.
In the blood mist, the gunsmith's pupils stood up, like the eyes of a proud and ruthless tiger.
"Hehehehehehe..." Haitang smiled ferociously, her face was pale but she was still arrogant: "Idol! My idol is coming to catch me. My idol is coming to catch me!"
The minion of the Eternal One remembered the leader's teachings, and he took out the crucial suitcase!
Since Pellerini asked him to open this box! It must be the ultimate insurance against death!
Just open it. The gunsmith can peel off the skin even if he doesn't die! Just turn it on!
The sharp wolf fangs penetrated Haitang's hands and were nailed to the soundproof wall. She didn't even have time to unbuckle the suitcase, and it told Fragrant Fantasy to put it back on the children's dining table securely.
"His boss, he." Haitang's eyes finally showed fear: "He is too fast. He."
The gunsmith waved his hand, and Jason immediately understood. He took a toothbrush from the sink, disposable chopsticks from the closet, two pencils from the folder of the notebook, and threw them into the hands of the boss.
With the crisp sound of the stick cracking the wall, Haitang was nailed to the wall, with a requiem bell stuck in his mouth, which penetrated the cerebellum, completely breaking the spine and depriving the monster of its ability to move.
The gunsmith said to the victim while committing violence.
"Don't worry, don't worry, it's going to be okay."
The loud sound of Fragrance Dream's high-speed punch attracted the lobby manager——
——The officious culprit immediately rang the doorbell and opened the door with the key card.
"Guest? Guest, are you okay?"
Jason Megan's face was covered with blood and he responded: "It's pretty good."
The manager said with a smile and his voice became softer: "Are you on a business trip recently? Do you want to keep the operation confidential?"
Jason Megan took a look at the manager's badge - Dali Hotel, a home away from home, a district-wide chain, and a home all over the world.
"No, just working from home."
"Oh! That's it, then I won't bother you."
The lobby manager slowly closed the door, left cautiously, and fled into the elevator with a cold sweat on his head.
Begonia on the wall was still struggling, losing control of his body. His eyes were staring blankly at the gunsmith, and he couldn't say a word with the silver wind chime stuck in his throat.
"I, what, what, what."
A few words roared out of his throat, but he could only hold on for once.
"Won't say anything."
The gunsmith didn't speak and didn't move until Jason came to him, took the toothbrush cup, poured Iron Knight whiskey, mixed it with the elixir, and the two clinked the cups.
Jason returned to his human form, and his clothes were in tatters.
"He is really good at being a good person, and his little mouth is very sweet."
Gunsmith: "What kind of person?"
Jason: “Culinary.”
Gunsmith: "What about you?"
Jason grinned and picked up the tattered cookbook from the floor.
"It's a coincidence, I'm very good at being a beast."
Mr. Boris Hamann, covered in blood, grabbed the wine glass and clashed with the two.
"I'll help with the cooking."
