After seeing the gun in Lu Li's hand, Bolivar was instantly frightened. He raised his hand and said, "Officer, I am willing to cooperate."
Clearly, verbal cues played a role.
Until now, Bolivar still believed that Lu Li represented the official organization. Seeing that things were going smoothly, Lu Li's heavy heart finally became lighter.
"Put on your clothes..."
"By the way, change into something more normal, don't dress up in weird clothes, and wear a mask."
This guy's dressing sense is too unique. He wears an oversized ring on his finger, a silver necklace, and a silver skull pendant. In addition, he is very tall. Even if he is wearing a mask, he can be recognized by others.
Therefore, after Lu Li explained the precautions, he raised the muzzle of his gun slightly to ensure that the other party complied.
After all, evil people need to be punished by evil people.
Lu Li really doesn't mind being a villain when it comes to the likes of Bolivar and Joan Luce.
A few minutes later, Bolivar, wearing overalls and pretending to be a pipe repairman, walked out of the theater, his steps stiff, knowing that there was a gun pointing at him behind him.
"Did you see the black Chevrolet parked deep in the alley? Walk over."
"One step and the shooting starts."
At five o'clock in the afternoon.
Lu Li got into the driver's seat, turned on the navigation, and drove to the next target.
On the other side, Bolivar had an expression of disbelief, as if to say: You are abusing lynching, and I will prosecute you.
"Take a nap when you're tired, and move a little if you feel uncomfortable. I'll keep an eye on you."
"Woooooooo..."
Handcuffs, chains, and a pair of special gags. Fortunately, there was a mask on the outside, otherwise it would definitely cause a series of troubles.
And these are all to protect himself, because Lu Li doesn't want to capsize in the gutter.
Especially the vampires in this world are ugly and shy. Once they are attacked, they are likely to become monsters that only know how to kill.
At this time, Bolivar also came to his senses. He suddenly discovered that Lu Li was wearing casual clothes, driving a private car, and his attitude towards him was very bad, which was completely inconsistent with law enforcement procedures.
Time passed slowly.
The car sped along and arrived in Brooklyn at around 7 p.m., where Mr. Barber lived in a community called Flatbush.
It seems that we can only take away two survivors today, Lu Li thought silently in his heart.
Thinking of this, he turned his head and glanced at Boliva sitting next to him with his peripheral vision.
This guy's face was pale and his eyes were distracted. He was leaning on the seat and looking at the roof of the car in a daze.
"Hold on a little longer."
Lu Li comforted him casually, and then turned his attention back to the car navigation system.
[500 meters ahead, turn right and enter Flatbush, please slow down]
For some reason, Lu Li thought of the female lawyer Joan Luce. At this moment, what symptoms would she show?
Unfortunately, none of this is known.
the other side.
Mr. Barber, who was finally reunited with his wife and children, was in great pain. He kept coughing, tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep.
Uncharacteristically, his pet dog Gertie not only did not make a fuss, but instead huddled quietly in the kennel, whimpering as if she was afraid of something.
"Damn reporters."
The noise came from downstairs. Mr. Barber struggled to get up from the bed, opened the curtains and looked outside.
At a glance, one can see at least ten reporters from different media squatting outside his yard, taking secret photos.
Not only that, the landlord's home also suffered, the yard was occupied, and what's even more disgusting is that there are people who carelessly solve personal hygiene problems in the garden.
He was sure that among the four survivors, he was the only one who suffered such unfair treatment, and the community police did nothing except soft dissuasion.
Legally speaking, personal privacy is sacred and inviolable.
Unfortunately, facts have proven that in this country, only the rich and powerful can enjoy fair treatment. People like Mr. Gbagbo, who have neither money nor power, can only endure the reporters’ bottomless sneak shots and harassment. .
"Lucky man, come down and have a few words."
"Sir, can I take an hour of your time for an exclusive interview?"
A reporter saw Mr. Gbagbo and kept waving and calling, making half the community restless.
People's joys and sorrows are not the same. Barbo only thought that they were noisy and despicable. He closed the curtains expressionlessly, walked to the counter where commonly used household medicines were kept, and took out a bottle of ibuprofen.
Tinnitus, auditory hallucinations, fever, hair loss, soreness and swelling all over, bleeding gums, strong tingling sensation in the throat, loss of appetite...
All of the above are the feelings of Mr. Barber.
"Maybe I shouldn't come back this morning."
He thought as he swallowed an entire bottle of painkillers.
Inadvertently, through the mirror, Barber saw that he had another symptom: bloodshot eyes.
Has the condition worsened?
If you die, what will your wife and children do?
The more I think about it, the more confused I become.
In the end, Mr. Barber made up his mind to fight the mysterious virus hidden in his body——
For example, fill your stomach first.
With this thought in mind, he held on to the handrail of the stairs and reached the refrigerator step by step.
Dim light came from inside, milk, bread, sandwiches, ketchup...
Soon, Mr. Barber's eyes fell on a piece of raw steak. A large amount of blood gathered at the bottom of the glass basin, which looked so tempting...
Subconsciously, he picked it up and drank it in one gulp. The pain was relieved inexplicably, but his throat was still a little itchy.
knock!
Knock knock!
Suddenly, a knock on the door came from the side.
Mr. Barber, who felt good about himself, closed the refrigerator and walked towards the door. He was ready to warn those unscrupulous reporters that if they dared to disturb his family's rest again, they would be shot——
Even if you don’t have a gun at home.
"Honey, I'll go."
Suddenly, a voice came.
Mary, who was squatting by the cupboard, slowly stood up. She wanted to make dinner for her husband, but unfortunately she witnessed the scene just now.
Horrifying and weird.
In fact, Mary clearly saw that a branching flesh thorn replaced the tongue, protruding from her husband's mouth. After drinking up the blood oozing from the raw steak, the thing was retracted.
However, Barber didn't know how scary he was just now, he just felt that drinking raw blood was a very bad thing, so he forced a smile: "Well, by the way, unplug the phone line and let the children have a good sleep." .”
Mary shuddered when her husband mentioned the children. As a devout Christian, her love for her husband and children far exceeded her own.
However, now she has to choose between the two, because Mary is afraid that her husband, who is suffering from a serious disease, will use that strange thorn to hurt the two children.
"Ansel, can I send the children to your sister tomorrow morning?"
"Of course, before nine o'clock, I will be back to take care of you..."
outside the door.
Lu Li, who was wearing a mask and a peaked cap, endured and continued to knock on the door.
