It was five o'clock in the morning when Dean got home after cleaning up the traces.
A hot bath washes away the remaining bloody smell, and you can review the entire previous process through the "recording" ability from a God's perspective.
After making sure that his face was not shown, Dean lay on the sofa and checked the new ability he had just activated.
Simulation - Number of blood samples obtained: 1/1, countdown to analysis and replication: 20 hours, 10 minutes and 26 seconds.
"Tomorrow morning, after the analysis is completed, I can become the Hispanic who was burned after death." Dean squeezed the juice can and threw it into the garbage basket.
What he did today was really crazy, killing 24 people at once, breaking his murder record.
But now that he had vented the anger and murderous intent in his chest, and thinking back to the state at that time, Dean had the illusion that he was not himself and felt guilty.
He remembered Taimu's warning again——
After receiving continuous mental shock from the Death Eater, his personality and mood will fluctuate for a period of time.
Is this the reason?
more than.
It was only when a murder incident appeared inexplicably in the system that the murderous intention became uncontrollable.
"Even if there is no external reason, I will kill them, but I will only kill the three men who caused trouble, not the whole family."
"The matter has come to this, and if you continue to dwell on it, you are just asking for trouble!"
Dean took a deep breath to calm down his chaotic thoughts, and counted the cash collected from the house. It totaled 6,500 dollars. Adding to his original more than 3,000 dollars, the cash on hand reached 10,000 dollars.
After collecting the money, he took out the tablet and divination suit, returned to the bedroom, closed the door and windows, and drew the curtains to block out the sunlight.
The bedroom went dark.
He grasped the shackles tightly and thought about it.
A gust of dark wind blew out and fell in front of him. He looked through the glass plate——
A translucent spirit body with a dull expression stood stupidly in front of him.
Dean placed the tablet on top of the Ouija board, pressed it with his index finger, and slowly circled it twice. His cold voice echoed in the bedroom,
"name."
Brush brush brush——
An invisible force pushed the tip of the Ouija board, moving it against the Ouija board, pointing at the letters one by one, and quickly pieced together a name——
"Pedro Silva..."
"How many crimes have you committed?"
…
"This world cannot tolerate you!"
Dean grasped the shackles tightly, stood up and thrust forward. The tip hit the ghost's chest. The latter escaped around like evaporating water vapor and completely disappeared into the air.
You use the board to destroy a ghost. Your proficiency is +1. You activate the specialty Hunter and gain 0.1 perception.
…
For the next period of time, indifferent questions, strange sounds of hard objects rubbing against each other, and the whistling of weapons piercing the air continued to ring out from the darkened bedroom.
In order to seek psychological comfort, Dean tortured his soul again and again. After getting the answer, his original uneasy mood gradually disappeared.
This group of gangsters has at least two men killed, and has committed countless crimes of intentional injury, robbery, and rape.
In the end, they all met the fate of destruction under the ban.
But Dean's attributes are no longer what they used to be. He only gained 10 points of fighting proficiency, fighting level 2 (82/300).
And the perception of 0.3, the perception reaches 10.8, and the senses such as vision and hearing have been slightly improved.
"I killed 24 people, but Jiban only absorbed ten spirits. Therefore, Jiban's storage limit is ten."
In addition, after destroying the soul, the board is recharged, and "Shadow" can get back on track with a little proficiency every day.
This time the killing spree was fruitful.
"In order to avoid attracting the attention of lvpd and triggering the convergence law, we can no longer do this in the short term, at least not within the urban area of Las Vegas."
…
Lunch break the next day.
Nevada State High School, beside the wooden table on the green lawn,
Rust patted Dean on the shoulder sincerely, "The news about you showing off at the birthday party last night has spread throughout the school."
While he was talking, a black man with dreadlocks and tattoos on his wrists suddenly came over. Under the astonished eyes of everyone, he spread his legs forward and backward, put his right hand horizontally on his waist, and made a karate stance with his left hand. Palm action.
It's simple and powerful, at least it's a yellow belt.
"Master Dean, Gangplank salutes you!"
With a greeting and then a bow, the black man left respectfully.
"Haha, did you hear that, Master Dean, this title is completely confirmed!" Baker smiled from ear to ear, and Jenny leaned in his arms and trembled. "Someone will definitely come to you to learn kung fu in the future. The kind that pays tuition.”
Dean said with a straight face, "If you keep saying that, I'll find someone to help you transfer to another school."
"No, Dean." Abby, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke and said worriedly, "We are about to enter frequent holidays, Thanksgiving, winter break, spring break, and we will graduate in one semester. There is no need to transfer now. Just bear with it."
"Dean, I swear to help you get rid of those nasty flies." Britney patted her chest, with a stern face, and waved her pink fist righteously.
…
“By the way, on such a cold day, there was a fire in a house on my street. Police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks were all dispatched,” Jenny suddenly mentioned something. “The house was almost burned to charcoal. The stretcher covered with white cloth was carried out with all its strength, and the arms thrown out from under the white cloth were as black as coke. I felt that at least ten or twenty people were dead."
When everyone heard this, their faces turned pale with fright. Britney clasped her hands on her chest and muttered a prayer.
"What's going on?" Dean asked,
"I heard from the neighbors that the newly moved Latinos were confused because they drank too much or took drugs. No one reacted when the fire broke out, and they went to hell together." Jenny recalled, with a look on her face. Suddenly he showed a hint of pleasure, "But let me tell you, it's a good death! It's precisely because of these disgusting gangsters that the street in my house has become so smoky that no one dares to go out for a walk after eight o'clock in the evening."
"These guys have sinned so much that Satan can't wait to call them back to hell."
finally.
Dean's mood completely calmed down;
"Okay, the dead are the most important, so don't arrange them later." Britney advised,
"It's up to you, Madam Madonna." Jenny shrugged helplessly, then turned her eyes and waved to an Asian girl in hot pants and a vest on the path between the lawns, "Tang Ling, this way!"
Tang Ling turned around and glanced here, then her face turned red, she waved her hand slightly awkwardly, and left in a hurry.
"Hey, what's wrong with her?" Beck's eyes widened in dissatisfaction, "She shouldn't have come over to thank Dean for his help last night."
"Your news is too late." Gretchen shook her head and suddenly held Dean's hand. "Someone on the cheerleading team said that Tang Ling's parents don't seem to like us 'violent elements' and asked her not to associate with us."
"Humph, what kind of violent person." Jenny said angrily, "It's obviously because she was worried about the revenge of those three bastards last night that she broke off the relationship with us. She also said that she and Dean are from hometown, is she worthy? She is just a selfish and evil person. Cowardly white-eyed wolf.”
Dean's eyes were complicated.
He never understood why some compatriots became like this after leaving the country.
…
After school, Dean went to a clothing and optical store to do some shopping and be fully prepared.
One forty in the morning.
The long-awaited prompt appeared in the system.
"Simulation lv0 (0/100), the blood sample analysis is completed, you can simulate at any time."
Dean returned to the bedroom, relaxed his body, cleared his mind, and entered a state of balance meditation. He looked at the icon of the "mimicry" skill and took a deep breath.
Plop!
Plop!
Two clear and sudden sounds sounded in the bedroom, his heart beat violently twice, and then a stream of cold liquid surged out from it, along the dense blood vessel network, and was transported to the limbs, torso, toes, and even on the face.
The coldness spreads, just like the medical fluid flowing in the blood vessels when being hospitalized for an IV drip.
But the effect is much more violent.
In the blink of an eye, Dean's skin, flesh, internal organs, and bones were all cold, and he involuntarily tightened his body and shivered.
When the fingers touch the skin and the air blows over the body, it all feels like needle pricks.
He seemed to be marching naked against the wind and snow in a temperature of more than ten degrees below zero.
But the extreme cold lasted only a moment and disappeared without warning.
Dean looked at his naked body in surprise, and before he had time to rejoice, a wave of severe pain surged up.
Click, click…
In a series of snapping sounds like fractures, his limb joints, spine, and lumbar vertebrae were bent and stretched crazily like fast-growing branches, and the black reflection on the wall performed a weird zombie dance.
Pu Chi, Pu Chi.
The flesh and blood under the skin expanded horribly like a balloon, and then was punctured, revealing the dripping flesh and blood, and then curled inward horribly.
pain!
Thousands of pairs of invisible hands rub and pull inside the body, crushing the flesh, bones, and everything into a lump of indistinguishable mud, and then piling up, fabricating, and kneading them into targets piece by piece. shape.
Dean felt like he was undergoing ten major surgeries at the same time.
Without anesthesia, and unable to pass out, he could only endure the severe pain.
The pain caused his cheeks to twitch, and his teeth crunched to the point of breaking.
Every inch of skin continued to tremble, large goose bumps appeared, and traces of red sweat sprayed out.
He seemed to have returned to the day when he glanced at Taimu spitting out the black torrent, and fell into an endless nightmare.
…
After a long ordeal.
At a certain moment, a strange man in the bedroom suddenly stood up straight with his rickety body.
He seemed to have just been fished out of hot water, steam was steaming all over his body, and the sweat and skin flakes under his feet formed a pool of dark red water.
He glanced at the clock on the wall.
One point forty-two.
"The transformation only took two minutes in total, but why do I feel like a year has passed?"
The man grinned crookedly and gave a nervous smile. He made a snake-like hissing sound in his throat and turned to his personal attributes.
Will: 12.2→12.3.
After just two minutes of transformation torture, his willpower actually increased by 0.1.
"The Death Eater's ability is not for human use. After the system modification, the side effects are still huge... When you change back to your original shape, it won't still hurt like this, right?"
He shook his head in consolation and looked into the full-length mirror beside his desk.
He is 1.8 meters tall, almost 75kg, and has clear muscles on his body.
up.
A standard Hispanic face: yellow skin, short black hair with slightly curly hair, deep eye sockets, brown eyes, a straight bridge of the nose, thin lips, and the sweaty cheeks are tight at the moment, looking fierce and sharp.
Dean looked at this completely unfamiliar face in the mirror, his eyes were dazed for a moment, and a strange feeling suddenly emerged.
"I'm not me anymore!"
In the excitement, he simply moved his body, doing push-ups with one finger, handstand sit-ups...
Physical fitness remains the same.
But this body is different from the original one, and it takes some time to get used to it, such as——
"So what if I'm two centimeters taller?" Dean lowered his head, looked at the thing that was obviously one size smaller, and shook his head in disdain.
"Dean, oh no, I will change my name to Neymar now. Well, find a place and try my skills in the transformed state."
Dean put on a gray T-shirt, black leather jacket and trousers, and sunglasses. With a cold face, he left the house with the image of a tough guy who kept away from strangers.
Breathing the fresh morning air under the dark sky.
Dean glanced at his white Bronco and frowned. This car didn't match his new identity at all. A black motorcycle was a perfect match.
But now there is no choice.
He drove into the city.
In the early morning, the bright neon lights of various casinos, hotels, and entertainment venues in downtown Vegas were still flashing, but there were no people on the streets.
V bar.
The rotating lanterns shed colorful, dim and ambiguous light.
Men and women who came to have fun chatted all over the hall, and the atmosphere was harmonious, passionate and a little pink.
"An orange soda."
Dean sat on the high stool and tapped the table with his index finger.
"What?"
The handsome bartender with a mohawk turned the shaker and his wrist froze. He glanced at the man in leather with "I am a tough guy" written all over his face. He thought he had heard wrong and showed a question mark face.
“If you prefer a milder drink, I recommend a long drink cocktail.”
"Orange soda." Dean repeated indifferently,
"OK, the customer is God. I will also make ten variations of a glass of soda for you, ensuring your satisfaction." The bartender turned around to choose a drink.
Dean took off his sunglasses and turned around to look around. Ten meters away from his left hand, a couple was holding their heads and nibbling each other in front of the wine table. Their expressions and movements were extremely immersive, almost no less than a love reality show.
Next to it, there was a group of young men and women who looked to be in their early twenties. There was a circle of full wine glasses in front of the table, and the wine was shining with an alluring light.
There is a pair of dice in the center, and the wheels are spinning.
They are playing the game of who is younger and who drinks.
…
This scene is repeated everywhere in the bar. The man who is looking for beauty and the woman who is not willing to be lonely, see each other and chat, and then go out together to find a place to "get to know" each other deeply.
There are also a lot of single girls sitting in front of the bar, looking around with their peripheral eyes, taking a sip of wine, inadvertently showing off their perfect profile, seductive red lips, and hot body contours, pretending to be Be the best hunter and wait for your prey to take the bait.
This is the legendary kind of girl who should never be introduced to her mother.
…
The bar is filled with desire, and desire is the most likely to breed disputes, so Dean chooses this place to try his hand at it.
"Your soda." The bartender brought a glass of unknown object to Dean.
Dean glanced at the red, green, and various colors stacked up to form a gorgeous rainbow in the small goblet, and was startled, "What did you add to it?"
The bartender smiled brightly and said proudly, "Whisky, rum, beer, strawberries... but the alcohol content is strictly controlled, so feel free to drink it."
Dean stared at him for five seconds, shook his head, paid the bill, and waved him away.
This glass of wine will be reserved for the next lucky guest.
There was an argument at the left end of the bar.
Dean turned around and looked.
Two strong men were entangled with a blonde woman. She seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, with a hint of drunken blush on her cheeks. She was petite but extremely hot. Her gray women's suit could not hide her proud curves. , the deep V of the slit reveals an intoxicating ravine,
Dean has good looks and slightly thick red lips, giving Dean an unusually familiar feeling.
"Hi, beauty, are you Catherine Medici? The female reporter on the morning news. Jeff and I love your show the most. We never miss an episode." The blond man stared straight at her chest. , "How about a favor and a drink with loyal fans like us? Just grant us a wish out of mercy?"
"Sorry, sir, you got the wrong person. I don't know Catherine." Catherine frowned drunkenly, obviously dissatisfied with the disgusting look in the other person's eyes, "Please give way, I have to leave."
"No, no, Jeff is not blind. His trademark blond hair and this pair...hehe..." Another man as tall as a bear laughed loudly and opened his hands to block the woman's way. "You must have a drink with us. , otherwise you will look down on us!”
The female reporter's face turned ugly and she looked around as if asking for help, but most people were just watching the excitement from a distance, and the bar security guard didn't know where he died.
She was extremely upset.
Just because the superiors were not allowed to report on the case of twenty-four gang members who were mysteriously burned to death early this morning, she came to this kind of public bar to relieve her worries for the first time. Who would have thought that she would encounter such a troublesome thing!
"Give way." Suddenly a hoarse and deep voice intervened, and then a pair of arms grabbed the two men's shoulders and pulled them away.
The man in black sunglasses and leather jacket looked at the woman expressionlessly and stood in front of her forcefully.
"You two didn't hear what this lady said. She asked you to leave! Like a man, don't pester her!"
"Where did you come from? Go back to Mexico!" The 1.9-meter strong man glared at Dean like an angry baboon, stepped forward and pushed him hard in the chest.
It was like he was pushed against an iron wall and nothing happened.
"This is not a brothel for you to go into heat! If you want to have fun, go to the back alley, aim your needles at the cement wall and the trash can!" Dean glanced at the faces of the two men expressionlessly, dark Sunglasses are like two black holes,
There was a burst of "good-natured" laughter around the bar.
The two men suddenly lost their minds and punched him twice, one left and one right.
This plays into Dean's hands.
He curled up his right hand and moved it quickly, parting the two iron pillar-like arms as easily as parting the grass.
The muscles under the leather jacket instantly swelled and became as hard as iron.
Short body, lunge, and an uppercut with both hands forward.
Plop.
Huge power exploded in the abdomens of the two strong men, and they simultaneously curled up and turned into giant shrimps.
Dean made another series of dazzling moves.
He punched the man on the left and knocked him to the ground.
The retracted arm went down and broke the neck of the man on the right, then flew forward and kneed him, hitting him in the chest.
Everyone only heard a loud thud.
The man fell to the ground clutching his chest, and fell into sleep as soon as his eyes closed.
The electric and flint battle is over.
Two 19-meter strong men lay in a pile as if their spinal cords had been removed.
There were exclamations, screams, and even appreciative cheers from the crowd.
Dean looked at his fist and shook his head in boredom.
In front of him, ordinary people were no more than fighting dummies standing and being beaten.
…
Catherine covered her red lips, her eyes widened, and her mind was still a little dazed. Why was she inexplicably saved by a Hispanic hero?
"Madam, don't be in a daze, let's go!"
The two quickly fled the bar amidst the cheers of the onlookers.
"Are you driving?" The man in leather suddenly asked after escaping under the streetlight outside the bar, still wearing sunglasses and maintaining a cold and cool face, as if everyone owed him a million.
Catherine leaned against the streetlight, her chest trembling nervously, gasping for breath, and subconsciously nodded as the waves surged, "You, are you a professional boxer?"
"Practice. Go home now. Don't come to a place like this in the future. There are not always enthusiastic people. Also, I suggest you wear more clothes when reporting in the future to avoid attracting too many perverts." Ann glanced at her chest, she looked sexier in person up close than on TV.
But Dean didn't have time to pay attention to her now, so he threw away these words and ran away.
"Hey, wait a minute, sir, I don't know your name yet, and I haven't thanked you yet!"
"Neymar!"
The man's low and hoarse voice floated across the night sky, and his running figure disappeared into the darkness instantly like an unpredictable strong wind, without making any stop.
"Jesus, just ran away like that? Shouldn't a hero exchange information after saving a beauty and continue to contact him in the future?" Catherine stared at the direction in which he disappeared with a strange expression, her face helpless and angry.
This Latin American actually completely ignored her beauty.
"What a weirdo."
She shook her head, smiled, and drove home.
…
Dean ran at a sprint speed of 100 meters on the streets of Las Vegas, aimlessly and as he pleased, fully feeling the vitality and pulse of this new body and striving to reach his physical limit.
He charged intermittently for half an hour, sweating profusely.
During this period, he would let out a roar from time to time, opening up God's perspective, or summoning "shadows" to linger around him, activating his telekinesis ability to roll up sand and fallen leaves on the ground.
All the original abilities in the transformed state are still as controllable as the arms, and the physical fitness has not been compromised at all.
He kept walking, holding on to the roadside guardrail with his right hand like a parkour, leaping a few meters with inertia, doing some somersaults on the spot, and continued running!
With another brand new body, all his actions were no longer bound by rules and laws. A fire was lit in his chest, and the forbidden pleasure burned stronger and stronger.
He desperately wanted to do something more and let it out!
From half past four to five o'clock.
A touch of fish belly white appeared on the sky.
He dove into Chinatown.
Most of the city is still sleeping.
But the diligent Chinese here are already carrying goods in and out of their own stores.
A steaming steamer was placed at the entrance of the breakfast shop, and the aroma of steamed buns filled the air.
The cleaning lady waved her broom to clean the streets, making a crisp and regular "swish" sound.
Under the streetlight on the street corner, a special professional wearing a women's windbreaker and exposing her long legs in stockings stood alone in the cold wind. When she saw Dean passing by, she winked and started performing hard.
Dean smiled at her and continued running.
The smell of revival.
Before he knew it, he ran past a twenty-four-hour self-service bank.
Suddenly his footsteps stopped.
A wail mixed with curses and punches and kicks floated into my ears.
"Fake, caterpillar!"
"Shet!"
"let go!"
Dean ran into the bank, where two black men, one fat and one thin, were pressing a Chinese man to the ground and crushing him.
They were wearing T-shirts and sneakers, and they were only twenty years old. Among them, a black man who was as fat as a wild boar sat on the Chinese man's waist, and punched him in the face with fists as big as sandbags. The thin man kicked him in the abdomen crazily, and pulled him with both hands to hold him tightly. black handbag.
Dean strode forward and punched the thin man hard, hitting him in the back of the head. He instantly fell to the ground, stretched out and lost consciousness.
The fat man turned around in surprise, his fists expanding infinitely at the corners of his eyes!
boom!
The middle finger fist hit the fat pig's left temple hard, making a pop.
He fell to the ground like a collapsed mountain of flesh.
Dean sat on the fat man's body, aimed at the disgusting face, and punched him wildly.
One punch.
Eye sockets blackened.
Two punches,
The bridge of his nose was broken, and blood spattered all over his face, leaving a blood stain on the smooth marble floor.
Dean directly smashed the disgusting black face until it was bloody and bloody. His cold eyes behind the sunglasses glanced at the unconscious thin black man on the other side and continued to beat him.
The Chinese man who had escaped death hugged the money bag tightly and leaned under the ATM machine. His bruised face twitched and his body kept shaking.
The man in leather clothes in front of him smashed the two black men for a full minute. He beat the two black men until they were inhumane. Only a weak breath was left, and then he wiped the flesh and blood on the other's floral T-shirt, turned around and strode over to grab him. The Chinese collar lifted him up,
"If you don't want to be a waste, don't want to be bullied, just use this money to buy a gun. Don't keep depositing it in the bank and waiting for someone to rob you!" The man in leather clothes nodded his handbag, his black sunglasses were like an abyss-like whirlpool, and shouted with a subwoofer. In plain Mandarin, "If you have a gun, shoot whoever bullies you. Do you understand?"
The man blushed with shame and nodded heavily.
The man in the leather jacket let go, folded his collar comfortably, and combed back his slightly curly black hair.
Turn around and leave.
The Chinese man stared at his handsome, calm, and cold back, unable to recover for a long time.
A Hispanic man maimed two black men, saved their lives, and lectured them in Chinese?
When did free America become so magical?
…
After beating two bastards to their heart's content.
Dean's first test of his metamorphosis ability was almost complete, and the fire in his heart was extinguished, and he returned with satisfaction.
…
In the bathroom, while taking a bath, he released the mimicry.
Then the nightmare of first cold and then pain that I experienced not long ago came again, without any weakening.
"Shet! No-"
…
boom!
The bathroom door was pushed open.
A 1.78-year-old Chinese young man with a strong and muscular body stepped out from the wall and crawled back to the sofa with trembling legs. Deep fear and confusion appeared on his face. It took him a long time to calm down his fearful mood.
He looked at the skill description,
Mimic lv0(8/100)
Blood sample: 1/1, skill cooldown: 6 days, 23 hours and 40 minutes
…
This transformation lasted for less than five hours in total, and the proficiency level increased by 8 points, 2 points per hour for the first four hours. After that, the proficiency level remained unchanged.
This means that each transformation can increase up to eight points of proficiency.
The skill cooldown time is one week, and it can be changed four times a month, which is 32 points of proficiency.
It takes more than three months to upgrade.
"Today I did a little good deed by being a good person and fighting against gangsters and robbers."
"Next time, be more courageous in your transformation, buy a new vehicle, and go shopping in towns outside of Las Vegas to gain some proficiency."
Dean sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the red stars rising faintly in front of his eyes, and gradually fell into meditation.
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