Is this still the original gorgeous hall with countless people walking through it?
At a glance, the room was all blood red, like a blood red hell.
There was no complete body at all, the best thing was that it was chopped into two pieces.
Some corpses were missing a head, and the head had already been trampled into meat patties.
There was blood on the walls, on the sofa, on the bar, and on the gaming table.
A bloody scene, an unforgettable slaughterhouse.
This is no longer a luxurious casino, but a butcher's slaughterhouse.
"Tsk, tsk~ This is the rich man in the past, but now he can only become a pile of rotten meat." Charles sighed a little, with an unprecedented light shining in his eyes, and the desire for power in his heart became more and more obvious.
Only with strength can one become a superior person who plays tricks on the common people.
Without power, even if there is enough money or power, like these people here, their destiny is not in their own hands after all.
Creak~
The table in a corner was lifted, and a search was made to see if there was anyone alive.
A fat woman covered in blood was curled up there. They knew this woman as a rich woman who supported many young men and spent money like water every day.
At this moment, her face could be vaguely discerned. Her brand-name clothes were covered with blood and brain matter, but her neck was half broken. Her eyes were about to fall out of their sockets due to pain and despair, right on the bridge of her nose. On both sides, with the dim lights swaying in the casino at this time, it was as if someone was staring at them from the corner. It was as eerie as it was spooky, as scary as it was spooky.
Deng Deng Deng~
The strong black man who opened the table was also shocked and backed away.
"Fuck!" When he saw the scene clearly, a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he couldn't help but cursed angrily.
The palm of his hand holding the submachine gun was covered in cold sweat. He had forgotten to pull the safety out of fear, otherwise he would have been shot in the foot.
"Calm down, this used to be our territory." Charles took a deep breath, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He also knew that they couldn't accept this quickly.
But they must accept that if they associate with the devil, they must also become devils, otherwise they will eventually be eliminated.
The price of elimination is of course - death!
Time is passing, and their search is coming to an end. There are almost no living people, just a handful or two.
If you watch too much, you will become numb.
Growing up on the streets of Weaver Bay, they had seen too many dead people.
It's just that this place is a bit spookier, there are more dead people, and it's a bit crueler. There are a bit more dirt on the ground, the corpses are a bit more fragmented, and the appearance of death is a bit more terrifying.
That's why they were a little frightened and their legs kept shaking.
"Boss, we're done cleaning up!" Charles quickly returned with a few people and said to Zhuang Ming with great respect.
Zhuang Ming waved his hand, and the others quickly retreated to the corridor.
Not two minutes passed.
Swish, swish, swish~
A subtle voice reached Zhuang Ming's ears, and a trace of surprise appeared in Zhuang Ming's eyes.
He actually survived!
"Come out." Without moving his head, Zhuang Ming's indifferent voice sounded clearly in the corridor.
Charles and the others looked at each other a little bit, but in the next second they knew what Zhuang Ming was talking about.
As soon as Zhuang Ming finished speaking, a graceful figure quickly appeared in front of them, so fast that they could not react in time.
Already entered the room.
Plop~
As soon as he entered the room, he knelt directly in front of Zhuang Ming.
Charles hurriedly ran in and pointed his gun at the head of the kneeling figure.
His eyes suddenly shrank. He recognized the woman on the ground. She was none other than Angie's toy: Whittier.
How could this ordinary woman have such speed?
"Get out." Zhuang Ming's cold voice interrupted his thoughts, and he had no time to think about it.
"Yes," he quickly backed out.
Zhuang Ming looked playfully at Whittier, who had obviously taken a bath on the ground and became more charming. He couldn't help but be a little surprised: "You survived!"
He was obviously just an ordinary person, but he survived the pain of transformation into a genetic warrior. At that time, Zhou Wu, whose strength and perseverance was not comparable to ordinary people, was still in pain.
This is simply incredible!
The key point is that this woman really didn't scream and endured it with force.
Hatred can indeed make people grow and unleash unimaginable potential.
"Yes, I survived!" The voice sounded pleasant and euphemistic, and Whittier felt very complicated at this time.
When she woke up from the endless pain, she found that she was completely different.
Anji's corpse on the ground, which she had eaten a lot of, not only did not make her vomit, but on the contrary made her feel extremely happy.
What allowed her to do all this was the mysterious figure.
Strength, speed, explosiveness, earth-shaking changes.
Even her 30-year-old figure has completely returned to the slimmest peak of her youth, no, it is even more beautiful and sexy.
She didn't know how she did it, but she knew it was something she got after enduring the pain.
"From now on, your life is mine." Zhuang Ming's indifferent voice revealed something that was beyond doubt.
Whittier's delicate body trembled. She was indeed confused. All her family members were dead, her enemies were also dead, and now she was the only one left. She didn't know why she was alive, or because of instinct.
Whittier's mind went blank, but his body knelt on the ground extremely obediently, "Yes, Master!"
Resist?
She didn't feel any resistance, but instead felt a little happy, and her mind was no longer so confused.
"From now on you will be called Poison Rose!"
"Yes, Master! I will be called Poison Rose from now on!"
"this is for you!"
Zhuang Ming casually threw the ID tag to Whittier and said at the same time: "Keep it close to your body. If someone comes to you with a similar ID tag in the future, they will be your companions."
"Yes, Master!" Whittier replied very naturally.
Whittier caught the jade plaque, and when he saw his name on it, his beautiful body could not help but stiffen.
Could it be that the master has already prepared it?
Does he really believe that he can survive?
Moreover, the characters on this piece of jade are natural and extremely smooth, definitely not freshly made.
However, the movements of her hands were not slow, and she immediately hung it around her neck and strapped it close to her body. For some reason, she had the illusion that this identity tag belonged to her, and it felt like it was connected with flesh and blood.
What kind of method is this? I am already convinced.
Because of that sentence?
Whittier is very smart and can see through many problems at a glance.
It's just that she had no power, no money, only looks, so she was reduced to a plaything.
But even if she figures it out, she still can't know the principle. It's too fantastic!
In the age of technology, is there really such a magical thing?
She thought about her changes again in her mind, and there were more and more mysteries in her mind.
(End of chapter)
