The purple-black sky was filled with thick cumulonimbus clouds, the wind had stopped, and the air was suffocatingly dull.
Looking down from the sky, two figures as small as ants chased wildly in the Palm Cemetery, bypassing the tombstones, passing through the grass, and rushing towards the botanical garden behind the cemetery.
Dean sprinted behind.
The damp black hair fluttered in the wind, and crystal beads of sweat splashed in the air.
Jack, who was in front of him, had his legs injured by the M1911A1, but he was still walking as fast as he could. The injuries that could make an ordinary person disabled seemed to have no effect on him.
He always maintained a distance of eighty or ninety meters from his pursuers behind him.
He suddenly stopped next to a tombstone, turned around, raised his Colt .38 revolver with both hands and fired.
boom!
The bullet breaks through the air.
Dean's body trembled, as if he had been hit by a baseball bat in the abdomen. There was a bullet hole in his black suit, and there was a white mark on the bulletproof vest inside.
The warhead lost kinetic energy and fell into the lawn.
…
The attack was ineffective, and the man continued to turn around and run wildly.
The two sides chasing after each other maintained the rhythm.
Every few minutes of running, the man in front would twist and throw out a shot, disrupting the pursuit, and then continue running away.
The more Dean chased, the more frightened he became. He also tried to shoot forward twice, but the distance was too far and he was in a state of vigorous exercise. His shooting was almost like hitting the air.
But Jack, the Death Eater, is obviously no longer an antique in fairy tales and legends. He has already integrated into human society and mastered various human skills. His shooting skills are superb. He can change bombs, turn around, pull the trigger, and eat and drink as naturally and smoothly as possible. , almost no shot missed.
The bullets from the revolver baptized Dean's torso, head, limbs...
If he hadn't put on a body armor in advance, the opponent's shooting intention would have been too obvious and he could have summoned shadow protection in time.
He has died at least ten times.
Despite this, he couldn't get close to Jack, and his super powers, shooting, and fighting were completely useless, and he was literally being kited by the opponent.
…
The man reached into his arms with his right hand at a dizzying speed, and swung the revolver with his left hand.
Then put your hands together.
The five fingers are like butterflies piercing flowers.
Click click click…
In one breath, he reloaded the bullets and shot a random shot behind him.
boom!
Gunshot!
Dean clutched his right chest and growled angrily.
Without hesitation, the man turned around, stepped over the cemetery guardrail, and rushed into the lush botanical garden.
Dean then rushed in, paused in his steps, and looked around.
This green area is filled with strange-shaped rocks protruding from the ground, plush Joshua trees, green salix, cacti, and tall and thin palm trees, which greatly hinders the view.
God's perspective was limited, and Dean lost sight of his target for a moment. He turned off the recorder reluctantly, slowed down his breathing, and followed the clusters of bloodstains carefully forward.
He moves in strange and comical ways so as not to be misjudged.
Sprint, pause, sprint, pause.
Rush from a cover point to a raised crane's mouth rock, and then rush from the crane's mouth rock to the edge of a clump of desert willows.
Moving in a steady, snaking motion.
Currently, the maximum summoning time of "Shadow" is only about nine minutes, and he can only summon it intermittently to protect his vitals.
Otherwise there would be no need to be so sneaky.
After chasing for two hundred meters, Dean stopped behind a clump of green salix trees.
Tick tock.
A drop of rain fell from the sky onto his face, and the coolness was refreshing.
Xili Li.
Continuous drizzle splashed on the botanical garden full of mud and sand, and a hazy mist quickly rose between the sky and the earth, while the blood stains on the ground quickly faded as the rain washed away.
A silver snake suddenly passed through the dark sky, and the swaying plants cast a long and narrow black shadow on the ground. It was both noisy and quiet, like a group of demons playing a scarecrow game.
Dean also stopped in front of a pool of blood that had not been washed away by the rain.
The blood trail pointed to a huge cactus with branches as tall as a person not far ahead.
He held Colt tightly, held back his breath, and touched it on tiptoes like a cat, but he was halfway there.
God's perspective captured a crouching figure behind a round mirror-shaped stone not far to the left——
He was clinging to the stone, holding a gun in his left hand and a gleaming dagger in his right hand. There were two blood stains on the hem of his suit, but the wound miraculously stopped bleeding.
It turned out to be hiding here.
Dee Dee continued to walk towards the cactus without knowing anything, leaving his back unprotected and exposed to the other party's eyes.
However, the teardrop-shaped stilt flew out of his jacket pocket quietly, and under the influence of his mind, it unknowingly circled around the mirror-shaped rock on the left.
Hovering in mid-air.
The sharp tip was aimed at the man who was walking on tiptoes and approaching Dean's back.
Swish——
The air neighs,
The board drew a silver line like an off-line arrow, plunged into the back of the man's neck, and then pulled horizontally!
Crash--
Blood flowed from the gap like a baby's mouth.
The man groaned, rolled forward on the ground, got up and sprinted out wildly.
But the bat was like an annoying bat, chasing after him and stabbing at the back of his neck, bursting out with blood.
Wait until the man breaks out of the huge rock that serves as a cover——
Dean, who had raised his gun, was already waiting here and pulled the trigger at him.
Bang bang bang!
Bullets penetrated the rain curtain.
Dean fired three shots in succession, all aimed at the neck and side of the face.
The deafening sound of shooting suppressed the roar of the rainstorm for a moment. The man was beaten so hard that his head was deflected horribly. Half of his face was like a smashed tomato, with two bloody and bone-deep holes. One side The temple was also torn apart by bullets.
The strong smell of blood dispersed into the air.
The injury was enough to kill an ordinary person several times, but it only made the man's body shake.
Immediately afterwards, a low roar sounded.
Roar...ha...
The transparent air ripples.
The magic sound was like a sharp knife piercing Dean's brain, causing it to open countless holes, and sadness even more intense than that in the cemetery poured out of the holes.
Overwhelm everything!
There was a buzzing in the ears, as if a group of people were crying in despair.
Dean was in a daze, unable to concentrate, and Colt, who was holding both hands, hung down involuntarily.
The "Shadow" turned on the tape recorder and turned into armor to wrap around his body.
Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump
Joyful disco pours out.
Covered in blood and with bones exposed on his face, the man who looked like a demon seized the opportunity to rub himself and pounce on him.
Boom!
The purple-black sky was split by lightning, and thunder exploded.
The huge impact knocked Dean into the wet mud, and the mud soaked his coat. The man's knees pressed against his lower abdomen, and he raised the dagger in his right hand and aimed it at his neck!
Boom!
The thunder was accompanied by a series of sharp knives that sounded like cowhide.
The cold light rises and falls again and again.
The silver light illuminated a cold and cruel face and an arm waving wildly.
But the man poked five times in a row, all of which were bounced away by the "ghost armor", failing to cut an inch of skin on Dean's fragile neck.
The man pointed the revolver at the forehead of Dean who was pressed under him. At this time, the latter happened to be awake, with black pupils facing dark green vertical pupils.
The power of telekinesis pushed the muzzle of the gun aside in an instant, and the bullet exploded into a crater next to Dean's head. The splashed wet mud coated the side of his face with dots of black spots.
He then launched several counterattacks——
With lightning speed, he grabbed the man's index finger joint with his left hand and pressed it backwards, causing the finger bone to break and the skin to fold back.
His right hand penetrated the gap in the man's neck and pulled it horizontally. The skin and flesh rolled up, and the red and white blood vessels and trachea were exposed to the air.
Put your knees on the man's crotch vitals.
Three bloody blows, an ordinary person would have fainted from the pain.
But the man didn't seem to feel pain. He hit Dean on the bridge of the nose with a headbutt without changing his expression. While he was dazed, his right hand burst out with wave-like power to overwhelm Dean's hands. The cold muzzle of the gun was aimed again at the center of his eyes!
boom!
Gala!
boom!
Gala!
Shooting, cocking hammer.
Shooting, cocking hammer.
Sweat and blood flying!
The man held the trigger with his right hand and kept tapping the hammer with his left hand, using the revolver to produce continuous fire.
The muzzle of the gun was pressed against the head one after another.
The air buzzed and the ground trembled.
White smoke emitted from the muzzle, and the pungent smell of gunpowder spread among the flickering sparks.
Dean seemed to have been hit hard and hard on the head with a hammer. His body was arched, his fingers and toes were straightened, and he fell back into the mud. Blood oozed from his eyes and nose, and he was unable to fight back.
But the "ghost armor" that protected his body showed extraordinary toughness. This layer of invisible armor continued to gather and strengthen toward the shooting point like a whirlpool, stubbornly resisting the impact of gunpowder and steel, and blasted away the white particles one by one. The slug of the cigarette bounced away and quickly became thinner and lighter.
While defending, "Shadow" even spontaneously used his telekinesis to roll up Colt who fell to the ground, floated to the back of the man who was suppressing Dean's crazy pouring of bullets, and pulled the trigger in the air!
The man's neck tilted, and a bloody hole appeared at the connection between his right shoulder and the back of his neck. However, he just grunted and waved his hand back to knock away the sneak attack firearm.
Looking down again, a look of vivid surprise appeared on the terrifying face of blood, flesh and white bones——
The bullets were empty, and Dean underneath him suffered an overdose and closed his eyes and passed out, but his bloody face was still intact without a single bullet hole.
"Fuck Faco! What kind of monster are you?"
The man gave up the attack with a low growl, stood up, straightened his broken index finger, and twisted his cervical vertebrae. He took a deep breath, and the flesh and blood on the wounds on his face and neck came alive and stretched out countless granulations, which adhered to each other and stopped instantly. Blood.
But this ability consumes a lot of money.
His face turned as white as gold paper, and then he staggered away into the rain as if he was seriously injured.
I don’t know how long it took.
In the sound of rain and the boiling disco.
Dean, who was lying on the mud like a corpse, groaned, opened his bloodshot eyes, and sat upright with difficulty. His mouth was full of fishy smell, and he had a splitting headache. When he reached out and touched, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were all covered in blood.
He gritted his teeth and picked up the gun and the wooden board, stood up tremblingly, then his knees weakened and he knelt down again.
"I... vomit... what's wrong with me? Concussion?"
He took a deep breath and tried many times. With the strong resilience of the Iron Man talent, he finally maintained his balance and stood up with difficulty. He subconsciously summoned "Shadow", but there was no response.
Apparently the shadow had reached its limit and automatically disappeared.
Dean wiped the blood on his face and coughed violently, fearful, angry and unwilling.
"Or did the Death Eater escape?"
Bang bang!
Several gunshots suddenly came from the distant woods.
His heart tightened, he took out the spare magazine from his arms and replaced it, and followed the sound, but his legs kept shaking as he walked, like a zombie that had just crawled out of the grave.
A few minutes later, he saw a figure wearing a wet black suit.
boom!
The lightning illuminated the opponent's shiny forehead and poker face with deep nasolabial folds, and the shoulders of the black suit were stained with bright red blood.
He was walking away from the cemetery with his hands on his shoulders, his steps staggering and he looked very tired.
"Karl, I didn't ask you to stay in the cemetery to take care of Holden, why are you here? Are you injured?"
Dean's head trembled, but he pretended to be relaxed and walked over. The smell of blood in his nose became stronger and stronger.
"It doesn't matter to me, I was just shot in the shoulder, but honestly, what on earth is that thing?" Karl stared at the north with lingering fear, "I clearly hit him in the neck, but he was not affected at all, and he still He almost shot me in the head with a backhand shot, and then I ran away instantly."
Carl wiped the rain off his face, while Dean sat slowly on the rock next to him, breathing heavily with a painful expression, and retching in waves because of the dizziness in his head.
"I don't know what it is, but it's definitely not Jack, and it's not something we can deal with," Dean said helplessly, "This time it was completely in its hands."
"Forget it, as long as you are alive." Karl said with concern, "You are more injured than me. Stay here and have a good rest. I will call for support."
Dean nodded silently and glanced at Carl's forearm in his sleeve.
It was smooth and without any trace, and the marks written with a waterproof pen were gone.
Dean's pupils shrank as if stimulated by strong light, a trace of bitterness and sadness surged in his heart, but he smiled on his face.
"Remember to bring me a can of beer when you come back."
Karl made an OK gesture, turned around and left in the direction of the cemetery, but did not notice that the person behind him instantly lifted Colt and pointed the black muzzle at the back of his head.
A burning sensation of iron and blood, endless anger, connected to Dean's body along the gun.
The Death Eater!
I sentence you to death!
Gunshot!
Sparks flew everywhere.
Karl fell forward as if he had been hit by a running train, his face buried in the ground, mud and water splashed everywhere, and his blood dyed the water red.
Three bullets, the powerful kinetic energy tore apart his flesh and skull, creating a terrifying hole.
Even the inhuman body suffered a series of heavy blows in a hurry and temporarily lost its resistance.
Did you hit it with a Colt M1911A1? , causing moderate damage, proficiency +1*3, shooting lv1 (98/200)
Dean staggered over and pointed at the back of his head expressionlessly.
Bang bang bang!
Continuously pulling the trigger emptied the magazine, replicating the brutal behavior it had inflicted on itself not long ago.
Dean watched coldly as its limbs trembled, twitched and spasmed, half of its head's flesh, blood and bones splashed in all directions like a fountain, revealing its red and white brain tissue.
You use... to cause severe injuries... Shooting lv1 (102/200)
Not dead yet!
"You're going to blow my head off!"
The strong anger and complicated emotions drove Dean to squat down, spread out the five fingers of his right hand to brush off the bone fragments, and then inserted it into the open wound on the back of its head, aiming at the white tissue like kneading tofu, and tearing it. Grasp and knead it until it is crushed and reduced to a residue.
The Death Eater was like a beast being pushed onto a chopping block and skinned, trembling and twitching nervously, but unable to make a sound.
Tips of proficiency flashed before Dean's eyes.
He kept digging and destroying this seriously injured body. This desire was so strong that he lost his mind and kept attacking, attacking!
You use... to cause severe injuries, proficiency +1*9, fighting lv1 (152/200) → lv1 (161/200)
Dean withdrew his brain-stained right hand, turned the unconscious monster over, raised the stilt board, aimed it at the neck, and dropped it hard.
"You want to cut my neck?!"
Brush brush brush.
Fighting skills are activated.
The sharp blade separates the skin and flesh like an animal, cuts the trachea and aorta, and stabs the cervical vertebrae.
Again and again.
The movement was so fast that afterimages danced, and splashes of flesh and blood splashed all over Dean's head and face. A trace of hearty madness appeared on his pale face and wide-eyed eyes.
Come on, kill me.
Come on, keep running away!
Did you use the weapon to hit? Causes moderate injury, fighting +1*20, fighting lv1 (181/200)
Sadness, hatred, and joy burned more and more in his chest.
Dean mechanically repeated the jab at the neck like a man possessed.
The man's trembling became more and more violent, and then at a certain moment, his limbs dropped to the ground, motionless.
The board suddenly poked into the soil.
Dean was startled, and when he lowered his head, he saw that the man's head had been poked alive by him, causing him to move and roll around on the ground.
The face belonging to Karl faced him, as if he was questioning it with his life.
The blood-stained shackles glowed hot and shiny at the same time.
Apparently the soul of the recently deceased Death Eater was trapped in it, just like the four hunters who had died.
A large number of bright red reminders flashed across Dean's eyes——
Investigation progress 90/100→95/100.
You kill the supernatural being Death Eater, and activate the Supernatural Hunter specialty.
Your physical injuries have been restored to a certain extent, and you have absorbed 1.5 physical strength from the body of the Death Eater.
Physique: 12.6→14.1.
…
You used the shrine to decapitate the deformed Death Eater. Proficiency +20, fighting level 1 (200/200)
Upgrade?
yes!
Fighting lv1→lv2(0/300)
Sensitivity +0.5, 12.2→12.7
Strength +0.5, 10.8→11.3
Physique +0.5, 14.1→14.6
Dean's tired body seemed to have been suddenly injected with a powerful stimulant. The scalding heat flowed from the Death Eater's body into his body, traveling in a circle and spreading throughout his body.
A furnace was ignited in his body, and all his limbs were simultaneously ignited by the boiling flames, spurting out even more extreme heat.
The span of the physical attribute of two points in total is too big!
He heard strange clicking sounds coming from his body. The skin, tendons, joints, muscles, and blood vessels were growing, elongating, strengthening, and becoming tougher under the mysterious nourishment.
Hot breath came out of his nose and mouth, his cheeks and neck turned red, and the skin on his palms and all over his body seemed to have been baked and was so red that it dripped with blood.
The scars on the back of the hands and all over the body were visibly faded to almost disappear, leaving only smooth, delicate, and strong skin.
But before he could be happy, an uncontrollable mania and anger made him grab his suit jacket.
Wow——
With a big red hand, the suit was pulled in half.
The bulletproof vest was tossed aside.
Revealing fine muscle lines.
Dean, who was bare-chested, buried his head in the cold, dirty water to quench the heat in his body.
When the rain gradually stopped, a ray of white light appeared in the dark clouds.
The maddening heat in the body finally dissipated, and the physical fatigue and pain, as well as the intense dizziness that was like a head shock from the continuous explosions, were all burned away.
He wiped the mud from his face and looked at his reborn body with bright eyes, feeling better than ever.
"If you can give me a physical strength of 1.5, this monster's physical attributes will only be higher. No wonder its vitality is so tenacious."
Dean's eyes turned to the corpses on the ground, and his eyes flickered for a moment. His anger was vented, but it also left a mess.
After death, the Death Eater still maintains the appearance of Carl, so how can he use it to rescue Abby in the detention center?
This body that looks like Carl cannot be identified as the murderer in the Abby case.
Yes, and Carl’s true self.
"Karl?!"
Dean turned and shouted, his voice piercing the drizzle and echoing in the lush botanical garden.
He turned on God's perspective and searched the area.
A few minutes later, the real Karl was found under a palm tree. His coat had been taken off, he was leaning under the tree in a vest and shorts, and he was in shock, holding his gunshot neck.
The blood from the wound slid down half of his body, staining a large area of his shirt red. His chest only rose and fell weakly, and his breath was like a gossamer.
"Hold on, I'll take you to the hospital right away."
"We have caught the murderer, but you can't die before you even see him!"
Dean checked the wound, pulled off the rag strips on his body, and pressed the bandage with all his strength, but he could barely feel the pulse of Carl's carotid artery with his fingertips. His life was irretrievably gone.
At this juncture, a sentence from Thomas Allen came to Dean's mind - the fate of a police detective is not to end well.
Damn fate!
"It's too late to send him to the hospital now. This ordinary person only has ten minutes left to live. Do you want to save him?"
A hoarse, magnetic voice, comparable to a bass, suddenly came from behind the Joshua tree not far away, causing goosebumps to appear on the back of Dean's neck.
He looked up nervously.
A homeless man in ragged clothes and with disheveled hair walked over. He had an unshaven face and a black eye patch, and looked at Dean with his other one eye.
For a moment, there seemed to be bright stars, and the vast and cold universe passed before his eyes.
He was immersed in the incomparable vastness and spoke,
"Are you Taimu?"
"Tem outside Barka Disco?"
"Tem who killed Alexander Raphael?"
(End of chapter)
