messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 89 Don't Throw Cigarette Butts Away
"Ah." Ham trembled and screamed, his huge body half-kneeling on the ground.

His hand was held by the person in front of him, bloody and bloody, and he could even see the white bones exposed outside.

No one knew who the woman standing in front of Ham was, or they thought she was just Lawrence's follower.

There was a slight squirming sound, and Ham was sweating coldly, looking forward.

So he saw a scene that almost made his blood coagulate.

On Chu's hand, the black substance spread, clinging to her skin and covering her body, little by little, covering her palms, arms, and face.

Ham finally realized that the person standing in front of him was not alone at all.

What was that, he didn't know, so he was terrified until his face twisted.

The deep black substance is just like the calm surface of the ocean, full of unknowns.

When the black is almost completely covering Chu's face.

Chu looked around with the exposed eye, looked at everyone's face, and said.

"Now confess your guilt, sinners."

Rose, who was standing next to Ham, stepped back in a panic.
But he has no reason to back away, the time for indictment has already begun, everyone should just listen quietly.

Chu, who was completely covered in pitch black, stretched out his hand.

"puff!"

A sound of flesh being pierced broke the silence.

Ham felt he could hear his own heartbeat.

This was not his illusion, because his heart was indeed taken out and held in front of him.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest in a daze. There was a big hole in his chest, and black and red blood flowed down his body on the ground.

He raised his head and looked at the beating heart in Chuhe Chu's hands, his eyes gradually became hollow.

He knew he was going to die, and at the last moment before he died, he saw Chu crush his heart.

Blood and minced meat slipped from the black palm, and the red and black formed a strange picture.

"Bang!" Ham's weak body fell slowly and fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Chu dropped the flesh and blood in his hand and raised his head.With blood dripping from her hands, she walked towards the sluggish crowd on the pier.

A second later, countless screams and messy footsteps startled the seagulls parked on the shore.

Lawrence never looked back, the cigarette in his hand was a third burnt, he flicked the ash and lowered the brim of his hat.

The police badge on the hat reflects sunlight through the fog.

When the evil accepts the punishment and begs for mercy, the ruthless justice no longer looks back.

It may have only been more than ten seconds, but all the voices subsided, dark red blood flowed to Lawrence's heels, and silent corpses were scattered all over the pier.

Chu came from behind Lawrence, and the black evil faded from her body.

"Do you want to dispose of the body?"

This is the second time Chu asked Lawrence this question. The last time was when Lawrence shot and killed the man who robbed him.

"No need." Lawrence threw the unfinished cigarette on the ground, stamped it out with his foot, and gave the same answer.

"Someone will take care of it."

In places like the Fog City, there is never a shortage of corpses, and there are only a few dozen more, which is no surprise.

Lawrence took out the keys of the police car from his trouser pocket and said to Chu, "Let's go."

"Ah."

On the pier, the two figures gradually moved away.

"What would you like to eat tonight?" Lawrence asked casually.

"Hamburger." Chu seemed to particularly like the kind of thing he ate last time.

"Don't always eat these junk foods, do you want to eat something healthy, I ask you."

"Hamburger."

"How about pizza, for a change."

"Hamburger."

"Okay, listen to you."

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If you've been living in the Fog City lately, then you've definitely heard two things.

One is the murderer of the Fog City. Few people have seen its appearance, and those who have seen it have only seen a hasty glimpse.

According to rumors, it was completely black, without even a face, and even its facial features were wrapped in shadows.It haunts the streets of the Fog City every night, killing everyone it sees.The deaths of those killed by it were ugly, some had their necks broken, some had their heads chopped off, and some had their chests shattered.The only thing they have in common is that they were all killed by one blow. Their eyes were terrified and their faces were distorted, as if they had seen something terrible before they died.

What scares people the most is that this incident is not a legend. Many people have seen the corpse killed by this murderer with their own eyes.In the past few days, it has killed hundreds of people.Most of these corpses were abandoned in remote and cold alleys, lifeless, but shocking.

Because of this incident, every night in the capital of fog, no one dares to take to the streets easily, even those daring criminals.

The continuous mass killings are enough to make everyone fearful.

People who have to walk at night are no longer worried about robbery and gangsters, but the black figure that may appear at any time.

The murderer in the capital of fog is like a ghost story that has been circulated among adults, and everyone is terrified.

Fortunately, so far, no one has seen this black ghost during the day.

But during the day, the streets of the Fog City are under the jurisdiction of another person.

The city's newest police officer - Officer Lawrence of the Bloody Hand.

Most people heard the name the day after One-Eyed Ham died.

Hearing that Lawrence shot and killed one of the Cyclops' subordinates on his first day in office, Ham lured Lawrence to the pier by the sea, intending to let the body of this unwitting policeman sink into the sea.

But what was the result? The result was that Lawrence left the pier safely, while One-Eyed Ham and dozens of his men died in a pool of blood on the pier.

One-Eyed Ham's heart was gouged out and crushed into minced meat.

It is rumored that the blood of that day stained the blue water, and the seagulls were twittering and circling on the sea.

So Lawrence has the title of a bloody police officer. This policeman kills people and is very cruel.

This made the police station's reputation great, but still no one would report the crime. They didn't dare to do it before, and they don't dare to do so now.The reputation of a bloody policeman made Lawrence look more terrifying than ordinary criminals.

However, because these two incidents were circulated almost at the same time, some interested people connected the two incidents. They believed that the police officers during the day were the murderers at night.

There seems to be some truth in what he said, and he has gathered a lot of believers.

What I have to say is that as Lawrence's little follower, Chu Chu really doesn't have any sense of existence during the day, and people's image of her still stays at the level of a female policeman who seems to have some fierceness, although she looks pretty. .

All in all, under the influence of these two more horrific violent incidents, the crime rate in the Fog City has unexpectedly dropped, and the city seems to be a little safer.

(End of this chapter)