Abyss Express

[Part① Zhao's dog]

Everyone knows that Huaqi Bank's surname is Zhao - the president of the Mercy Society said that doing money business is a specialty of Asians.

Before dawn, you can see four big dogs running wildly back and forth from the pavilion to the market. Those are Zhao family's dogs. If there is a morning market, they can't be so domineering and domineering. Only when the sun is not out, they can wear collars to have fun.

Like the big dogs in [KINGDOM·王土], these spaniels are surrounded by crazy butterflies, which are already in the shape of Weta's brand.

Similar to the layout of Huangniu Town in District 11, the city hall is next to Huaqi Bank. It is not as colorful and colorful as the TV station tower fifty meters away. It is pitch black and there is no one there.

Four fat and strong vicious dogs were howling and barking. They were tortured by the worms in their stomachs, and they were having painful but happy copulation. They would never give birth to new babies, and they still wanted to have a carnival.

There were fourteen people sitting in front of the bank—

—That was fourteen homeless people, all elderly people.

"You also bought funds?"

"No, I bought a fixed vote"

"What's the difference between a fund and a fixed investment?"

"I don't know but we are all sitting here, it should be the same?"

They came from a tube building behind the pavement on the seaside street, and their families had some spare money. They were the standard middle class in Eureka, and they were only short of rushing into the rich club.

These old grandpas and grandmas were by no means cheap when they were young. They were all masters of cannibalism and making big money.

But I am getting older and my mind is not sober. I listened to the words of the bank manager a few years ago and bought various products of the Eros Foundation.

At first, the tellers, sales, and account managers of Huaqi Bank customized a set of speaking skills for these large deposit certificate users.

They can be sons, grandsons, come to provide [family service] for the elderly, more filial than their own sons, sweeter than their own daughters——

——The grandparents listened to the words of these tellers and spent their life savings to buy these bank-endorsed products.

"At the very beginning, they said what kind of thing this is, what kind of strategic partnership is made, and the rate of return is very good."

"It's all bullshit! I can't get my money back now! Where should I go!"

"Talk less, say less"

The grandparents also quieted down, discussing in a low voice.

"How long will it take to pay off?"

"It was originally seven years, but it dragged on to seventeen years."

"I don't have seventeen years left, I don't have seventeen years left"

"I have 12 million in the bank. Then Xiao Li (the teller who introduced the financial products) said that the money is not in the bank, and I don't know where the money went. My son quarreled with me and asked me to solve it myself. He's not free, he's not free, he's too busy to vomit blood"

When Zhao's dogs got tired, they lay down next to the entrance of the bank booth, and when the sun came, they would go back to the kennel.

"Why didn't he talk? Was he all right yesterday?"

"Oh! He's the one who signed."

"What word?"

"Didn't it originally say that the money owed by Mercy would take seventeen years to repay?"

"Um."

"Huaqi's manager told us not to make a fuss, not to spread the word, as long as we sign, we can return the money in advance."

"he is?"

"He signed it. It was an IOU—meaning that the bank repaid the money for the Charity Society first, and the rest of the money. If the Charity Society returns it to us, we will return it to the bank, right? Is it even?"

"Oh! It seems to be such a truth!"

"Wait a minute, what if Mercy doesn't pay back the money?"

Having said that, the old men and women stopped talking, and a small sob could be heard.

After a while, the smell of blood wafted from the seaside entertainment city, and the goldfish flag of the gambling stall was blown, accompanied by the sound of wind chimes, which was very pleasant to hear.

"It makes me laugh when I talk about it"

"Obviously they owe me the money! Why should I pay them back the interest in the end!"

"You did sign it—there's no way."

"You should be about to fall to pieces, and you won't be guaranteed at the end of the festival."

"God damn it!"

The dogs of Zhao's family heard the complaints of their grandparents, and immediately jumped under the brass signboard of Huaqi, and rushed to the one who was the loudest, the most angry and annoyed, they were as strong as lions.

The first bite took the old man's leg, biting but not breaking it, for fear that he would move and run away, and would lose strength if he couldn't step on the ground, so as not to hurt other hound partners.

The second hunting dog that followed immediately tore its neck, drank a few sips of hot blood with the other brothers and sisters, and then slowly took care of the other parts.

When the viscera are almost empty, a heart and a piece of liver are left for the master of the Zhao family. When the sun comes out, the mobilized soldiers will send the corpse to the human meat factory to seal the outer packaging.

They only ate one person, and they are very sensible, unlike the wild and unruly low-level creatures in [KINGDOM·王土], they also need to be manipulated by repeated strong instructions from the armadillo hunter.

I think the dog who came to Zhao's house must be able to understand people's words and distinguish between friend and foe, otherwise it would not only eat this person.

There were no more human voices or words in front of the bank, only Qi Qi sighed in sorrow, more like a dog barking.

On the cultural building of the city TV station, there is a round of moon lights on the top of the tower, which is a very beautiful decoration, and there is no light at the moment.

The wind was turbulent for a while, and a few petals fell from the carnations in front of the gardening store, which swept forward with the turbulent flow.

I saw 14 or 15 young people running from the street, clean clothes and fully armed. While they were flying away, they nervously watched and peeked behind them. Some of them were not afraid of pain after falling several times.

The Grim Reaper measures 12.7mm.

ASH fires like fireworks at a wedding—

——Flowers should be given to the groomsmen, and the sound of the salute will startle three friends and five friends.

The armors of these fourteen or five elite soldiers exploded in the sound of spring thunder. After being impacted by the huge kinetic energy of the bullets, they rolled over the long street, their flesh and blood turning into mud.

Running a little slower, the guests who were holding guns at the tail of the team and wanted to fight back were also the first to be shot and fell over. They were hit by the impact, but they were not completely dead. It is difficult to die with a body that grants blood, but I only feel chest tightness, fatigue and eyelid fights.

Supported by two, they were forced to the side of a paper-cut art museum under the gunpoint of ASH, and saw a terrifying bloody hand coming out of the paper screen.

That's another Death coming—

——The red glove grabbed the squad leader's arm and pulled it to the side of the screen. Jing Guang killed the squad leader with a gun barrel like a dragon, making his head disappear.

Looking forward from this road, passing the Peace Mansion of the Mercy Society, the intersection of Old Tokyo, and Chiba District, there are a total of eighteen gambling stalls. There were countless corpses on the road, and blood flowed like rivers.

Follow the fire escapes and diversion canals of the street, all the way out of the alley entrance and the snack shop that has not yet closed the stalls. If you step on it, you will not leave footprints on the road, because the alley is narrow and the road has completely turned red. .

[Part②·Kill]

The gunsmith stands at the end of the cold but lively City Hall Street.

Xiao Qi just kicked away the last corpse blocking the way, and raised his gun to aim at the four spaniels——

——The Zhao family's dog immediately understood, smelled the strong pheromone in the air, whimpered and moaned, and slyly wagged its tail to beg for mercy and flattery.

Xiao Qi fired without hesitation——

——The bullet knocked open the skull of the beast, and the other three hounds immediately flew up.

Hearing the burst of ASH bullets, Xiaoqi's shoulders and neck trembled, and the movement of shooting and transferring was difficult and stiff.

The demon hound has a light figure, looks fat and bulky, but its swollen fleshy body is light and light, grasping the ground on the stone bricks of the pedestrian street and changing directions like a ghost.

They recognize the fierce weapons in the hands of Homo sapiens, and they also know how to escape the lock of the muzzle. They are shot in the shoulders, necks and buttocks, but they don't mean to slow down.

A beam of light fell from the big moon light board of the TV tower——

——Beloberg fell from the sky and landed in front of the gunsmith.

It was too late to say it, but Jing Guang's slide gun emptied the magazine like a dragon spit out pearls, but it did not cause much substantial damage.

The 9*39 projectile bombarded the fur of the three animals, breaking through bloody pits the size of fists. The hounds seemed to be walking dead without pain. The leading pioneer opened his mouth and rushed over!

It's too late to say it!

The gunsmith raises his sword and strikes——

——A vertical cut with a slightly deflected angle suddenly snatched the center line!

Brilliant flames burst out from the remains of Mingde, and the pyroxene and the stick were able to divide the man-eating beast into two halves!

There was no time to rest, and he moved forward with the sword and changed the cow posture. Half of the head of the second hunting dog that was slaughtered obliquely was cut off, and the gunsmith was asked to charge the top with his shoulders. The brain directed, pedaling vigorously.

The last coward left, saw that his brothers and sisters were all dead, and began to cower and fight in fear.

The gunsmith swung his sword and splashed thick and sticky blood from the spine of Beloberg's sword. The high temperature of thousands of degrees was covered with a thick layer of coke, and the light would be blocked.

Vibrating the sword, the blood turned into a crimson crescent and fell on the bricks and stones of the long street. At this moment, Xiao Qi finally finished changing the bullet.

She reloads very quickly, but the gunsmith kills enemies faster with his sword.

Seeing that the hound was about to turn around and run away, he finally understood why the fourteen or five people at the street crossed were running for their lives, but it was too late.

ASH broke its hind legs, then broke its front legs, and crashed crookedly into the iron-plated sentry room at the entrance of the pavilion.

The snowy owl soldier guarding the gate finally woke up from his sleep——

——He got up in a hurry, wanting to complain about the dogs of the Zhao family, but he didn't hold his gun firmly, and immediately opened the door and went out.

As soon as he leaned out, both the human head and the dog's head were sent flying by Belloberg!

After the gunsmith finished killing the animals, he made Belloberg knock on the long pole that blocked the carriage, shaking off the burnt blood, shaking off the scorched peat, and he saw the white flame blade bursting out with majestic fire. , it seems that the spirits residing in the blade are also furious.

At this time, a round human head rolled to the bank door, and the sun had just risen from the sea of ​​Pompeii, like a golden chicken egg. When the sun shines on the corpse, the monster cast by the mad butterfly dissipates immediately, like pine needles thrown into a furnace, turning into golden and red star flames.

The grandparents who were collecting debts in front of the door all dispersed, leaving only the lonely heart and liver that was eaten by the hounds.

But it's not over, it's not over yet.

The gunsmith raised his head and stared at the senior disciple who was waving at the window of the TV tower more than 130 meters away—Hasben returned Beloberg to the teacher and continued to carry out the task.

The 18 battles against the seaside gambling stalls are over, and this is just the beginning.

Xue Ming and Xiao Qi rushed into the bank, lifted out the money printing machine of the Eureka head office, tore open the door of the vault with Belloberg's ultra-high temperature blade, and wrote eight large characters on the door of the bank: .

[Doing Evil for the Heavens·Arrogance and Virtue]

The quadrangular terrace of the Council of Five Kings—

——a small, secluded corner.

BOSS sat in front of the bar, deliberately avoided the passengers, and drank with Lingweng and the manager Marcus.

"There is bad news." The lobby manager said while pouring wine for the boss, "Ishimura Takuma is dead. He died on the way before there was a trial."

Ao Han Mingde didn't have any unexpected feeling, "Kang Que will never spare his life, this guy knows too many things he shouldn't know, it's a good thing."

Manager: "Good thing?"

BOSS: "This means that the people of the Mercy Society are in a hurry! We have touched their sore spots and indeed caused effective damage! We must continue to attack this weakness!"

Immediately afterwards, the good cat jumped onto the table and drank from the wine glass.

"How did Ishimura die? I want to know the details."

The manager Marcus tried hard to describe, tried to explain with body language, and tried to restore the weird scene at that time.

"Our escort team was about to leave Eureka, and while still in the car - Takuma Ishimura suddenly started vomiting."

"Specifically, it was food coming out of his throat and it was disgusting."

"Those water, slurry, and the pasta in the stomach are mushy, as if they broke through the shackles of gravity and floated upward."

"Then this guy floated up uncontrollably and landed on the roof of the escort vehicle."

"He was out of breath and the vomit was clogging his windpipe."

"In the end, he just died on the roof of the car, as if he had been pressed by a heavy object, his skin was shriveled, and the blood squeezed the capillaries and mucous membranes, and all of them seeped into the gaps in the frame."

"This is Conquer Johnny's soul power at work!" The boss said, continuing to drink.

Marcus asked eagerly: "Do you want to tell Anonymous about this news? I'm afraid they still don't know about this guy's soul power."

BOSS: "Yes, contact the White Ape and send Shicun's autopsy report and the results of the psychic detection test."

When the bartender left, Ling Weng took the bartender's position.

The good cat began to vomit bitter water.

"Do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?"

Lingweng didn't speak, but listened quietly.

"Seventy years! More than seventy years! It's easy to get a thousand soldiers, but hard to find a general." The good cat raised its paw and shook it gently: "I'm not angry because I lost something in these years!"

"But I can only watch helplessly, I can't do anything, I can't do it! I can only watch my relatives and friends bow their knees before the enemy's butcher's knife, bow their heads and bleed! I promised their ancestors that I would give them a stable life. Home! But"

"I can only watch myself getting weaker and weaker every day, holding my breath all the time! I said, Ao Han Mingde, you must get back the things you lost before! I must understand the Mad Butterfly Sacred Church! I'm going to make a mess!"

"I want to forge a sword! I want to forge the anger in my heart into the iron of revenge!"

"I"

Ling Weng: "Drink and drink. Brother Cat"

"You drink first!"

The boss pushed the cup away in disgust, as if he hadn't said enough, but he didn't know how to continue.

Lingweng raised the wine glass and sent it to the neck of the jeweled mouthpiece. The wine was poured over gold and silver, and finally spilled on the carpet.

The good cat thought for a long time, then picked up the cup.

"Let me drink it."