A Weird Theater That Started In London

Bloody Factory.

At the moment when the protective layer of the spider silk was destroyed, the stench mixed with other auras rushed out of the factory. The spider people who had fled in the desert hesitated for a moment, then gathered again.

In the factory building, there are human beings, including potbellied capitalists and scrawny workers. They are equally hung on hooks, waiting to be processed, regardless of their status.

"As you wish, a batch of products will be transferred immediately, so what model should you choose?"

"Half of these raw materials are processed into spidermen. It turns out that they are very easy to use. Whether it is perception or hunting ability, they can withstand the test. As long as they do not encounter particularly difficult existences, they can cooperate to defeat them."

The actor who came out of the octopus had a low voice. After speaking, his eyes wandered between the raw material on the hook and the aborigines with deformed legs.

"What about the other part?"

"According to what you once imagined, let's make a centipede with one section after another."

McGarry, a worker in an alkaline chemical plant, loves design and dreams of becoming a biologist since childhood, but the reality is exceptionally realistic—

The poor have no room for advancement and are not worthy of learning knowledge, so he entered a sweatshop.

"Centipede? That's really worth trying."

A strange danger appeared on McGarry's face, and the resurgence of spiritual tide helped him realize his artistic dream. He could take into account both biology and art, and design one life after another.

Spider-Man is a relatively successful case.

"Then let's start with this guy."

"I can't wait."

McGarry quickly walked over to a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears, and pulled him out of the blood pool, like going to a livestock market to pick chickens and ducks, and did the same to others.

End to end.

That is, the buttocks of the previous person are connected to the mouth of the next person, and the hands and feet are turned down to become the limbs, and dozens of people maintain this posture and form a long line, which becomes a centipede.

Frankly speaking, this is a clumsy design, but condensing the mixed soul and making it a new life is just a technology.

However, Lu Li didn't know this.

In order to hurry, he did not explore the entire industrial area one by one. Even if some places were too quiet, anyone with a discerning eye could see that there was something tricky in them.

Therefore, this is also a mistake.

Lu Li underestimated the danger of those processing factories, thinking that there were just some frightened spidermen hiding, and he did not solve them for the time being.

"There must be a lot of monsters hidden in that industrial area. When the church arrives, notify the clergy there to solve it."

Officer Wensley was lifted by Lu Li. At first, he was a little uncomfortable, but as time went by, he felt quite fresh—

It turned out that the movement speed of the extraordinary existence is so fast, if you don't bring yourself, you will definitely be able to multiply exponentially on this basis.

Looking at the small city under his feet and the way they move against gravity, the police officer's heart grows more and more thirsty for strength.

From defender to defender.

From a law enforcement officer, to facing the strange creatures that violate the lives of others, there is no resistance.

Wensley's mind was extremely complicated.

"Well, I will ask the Archbishop of Canterbury to send relevant forces to clean up the industrial area just now as soon as possible."

In fact, Lu Li couldn't guarantee that after he made his request, the church would immediately help solve it. After all, the whole city was in trouble, thousands of mental hospitals needed to be cleaned, a large number of politicians needed to be protected, and the priests were also incapacitated. Valley

In this case, unless a bishop is willing to take action personally, or the church still hides some mysterious power as a back-up to deal with the crisis.

After listening to Lu Li's answer, Wensley couldn't help sighing. If he was strong enough, he would do his best to get everything back on track.

Unfortunately, it's hard to protect myself now.

While the two were on their way, Pan Ming, who was acting alone, also came to Fort District Street.

Queen's Tavern.

From ten days ago, this place has become a private club that is not open to the public.

The bosses are two oriental people. They are generous and considerate. They specially entertain the workers and brothers. They not only provide free drinks, but also are willing to give financial help to all the poor.

"In this oppressive city, no one can replace him among the workers. He is not a politician, nor a vampire-style capitalist, nor an arrogant aristocrat."

"This Mr. Zhou is an educated Oriental who is completely on our side."

This is the evaluation given by the leader of the Brotherhood, Jones, and there are no compliments in his words.

In the same way, Duke's family, Mr. Du Quan, also received high praise.

Pan Ming really didn't expect that the villain professional household would also have the day of whitewashing. Well, it's a bit inaccurate to say that, and he himself can be considered whitewashing.

However, it was learned from Lu Li that the two had been fighting against him, either helping the aliens to act as villains, or making cameo appearances as evil aliens.

Sometimes, Pan Ming also wondered if they were the special actors who were chosen by the principal to balance the forces of all parties.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Tian and Du Quan have transformed into freedom fighters with a sense of justice and compassion in this world.

"Poor Dan Cullen!"

"He's simply a copy of 'Jude Anonymous' (the protagonist of the era's famous writer Hardy, who came from a poor background and was self-taught)."

As soon as I stepped into the tavern, I heard a familiar voice.

Zhou Tian stood in the place where the bar was renovated, telling stories in a clear voice. Even if he noticed a visitor coming, it didn't affect his performance.

"Working hard during the day, staying up late at night to study, he embraced dreams and fought heroically for ideas; he was a patriot, a liberty-loving, a fearless fighter; in the end, he was not strong enough to fight the circumstances that hindered and strangled him."

"And thus become cynical and pessimistic, and end up with his last breath in a reclining chair in the poor ward of Charity Hospital."

Speaking of which, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Zhou Tian had tears in his eyes and concluded:

"The so-called tragedy is a person who seems to be full of wisdom, but is actually unwise, and finally dies like this."

"In the East, there is a similar saying that everyone is drunk and I wake up alone..."

In the audience, countless people applauded desperately.

Mr. Jones was no exception. He explained to Pan Ming: "This must be written by Mr. Du. He is a great writer, a writer who belongs to the workers and the poor."

Du Quan was in charge of writing short stories, while Zhou Tian was in charge of reciting, and cooperated with each other to fully mobilize people's emotions to fight to the end.

I have to say that Pan Ming really opened his eyes, but at the same time he felt a little helpless. These two people have always been helpless.

The reason why he is willing to keep quiet and do this must be profitable, and he can even conclude that Zhou Tian and Du Quan can gain unimaginable benefits from this.

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