Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 103 Klein Justus's Night: I Bet You Only Have One Heart (Part [-])
When Klein heard these two names, veins burst out in his hands.

"What are they here for?"

The sound in the sewer was getting lower and lower, and the roar of the blizzard made the sound less than three meters away.

"It was still yesterday afternoon. You know, many people were injured. What's more, the injuries could not be cured...so, everyone was panicked."

Klein tried his best to put the cake on his lap to protect the cake from getting wet.

"How about your casualties?"

The voice in the sewer was sad.

"Too bad, Klein, the injured clansman didn't have any serious problems at first, until everyone found out that the wound wouldn't heal, and everything was messed up."

"My people are not afraid of death, but it is not easy to watch blood flow out of their bodies and wait quietly for death."

"Some people died of bleeding, Klein, they were alive and strong, and they could eat eight bowls of rice for a meal..."

There was whimpering in the voice from the sewer.

"But now, they have become a pile of rotten meat..."

Klein whispered: "Is that why the hunters and violent spirits on Birmingham Street came here?"

The voice in the sewer gave an affirmative answer: "Yes, I don't know where the news came from, saying that the blood of a certain woman can heal the knife wound caused by that horrible ninja."

"William Adams' astronomical computer gave several coordinates, one of which was on Birmingham Street."

Klein thought for a moment, "What kind of berserk spirit is this time?"

The guy in the sewer obviously had already inquired about some news, and immediately replied: "It's [Dust Spirit], the same murderer as the large-scale pneumoconiosis case in the industrial area last time."

Klein's face was stiff: "Has the William Adams family violated the [Non-war Covenant] again..."

The voice in the sewer was full of fear: "It doesn't count...that [Spirit of Dust] didn't hurt anyone this time."

Klein heaved a sigh of relief.

Man-made extraordinary creatures like Berserker usually have a strong purpose when they walk in the mortal world——

They are extraordinary life forms made up of computer programs. If the programs that make them up contain the instruction "Do not hurt people", they will never hurt ordinary people.

Entering the [Spirit of Dust] on Birmingham Street, if it didn't hurt anyone at the beginning, it means that it probably has the program instructions of "Don't hurt people".

"Where is that hunter? Which family's hunter is it?" Klein asked again.

A disgusted voice came from the mouth of the sewer: "It's a damned beast hunter! This time it's a beast hunter who has received a booster shot of the veterinary virus. That guy must be able to smell my breath. I can only watch from a distance. he!"

Klein nodded: "I see."

He stood up, holding the cake carefully so that it would not be soaked by the melting snow on the ground.

The existence in the sewer watched him stand up, and the voice suddenly panicked:

"Klein, what are you going to do?"

Klein took out a black revolver from his pocket.

It was a standard small revolver for the Imperial Police. The model was Ruger GP100 Magnum. It weighed only 1 kilogram. The entire gun was not as big as Klein's hand, but its effective range could even exceed 50 meters.

He raised the hammer of Ruger GP100, and said in a low voice: "[Dust Spirit] will not hurt people, but the beast hunter is not necessarily, that crazy guy will lose control at any time, I want to ensure that the block is absolutely safe among."

He took one last look at the sewer mouth: "Croc, I remember you once told me that a beast hunter with a booster injection of the beast virus is not resistant to mercury bullets."

The voice in the sewer was a little impatient: "Although this is true, they are not afraid of going all out! They can still live after being shot, but you will die if you get shot!"

Klein's eyes have already looked through the snowstorm, looking within the block of Birmingham Street.

He raised the brim of his hat: "Isn't that what you want to see the most?"

Suddenly there was no sound in the sewer.

It wasn't until he took two steps that a voice came from the sewer: "By the way, Klein..."

Klein stood still and frowned, "Huh?"

A voice in the sewer warned: "I didn't speak with my vocal cords just now."

Klein's expression froze.

The hidden emotion in the voice in the sewer, I don't know if it's ridicule or sympathy: "But you still heard my words...you know what it means."

There was a slight, momentary tremor on Klein's body: "Am I going to grow eyes in my skull..."

The voice in the sewer was even lower: "It will be a matter of time, you understand, but it will be a matter of time for anyone who comes into contact with Chaofan..."

Klein restrained his emotions and stopped talking. Holding the cake in his left hand and the revolver in his right, he stepped into the snowy Birmingham neighborhood.

It was getting late, but it was still not time for the street lights to come on.

It was already 6:50 p.m., past the off-duty time for most people in the Birmingham neighborhood, and everyone planned in advance to go home early to enjoy the fireplace in such weather, which resulted in the empty streets at this time.

At a certain corner of the street, Klein smelled the smell of sweat stained with blood.

This weird taste is simply indescribable. He once heard Crocker Diamond say that beast hunters are different from other hunters. They use [Beastification Virus Booster] to gain the power of beasts.

The price to pay for this is to possess some of the physical characteristics of beasts—these hunters named after beasts will have a strong body odor like beasts.

Correspondingly, they will also have the sensitive sense of hearing and smell like beasts.

So Klein knew that from the moment he entered the Birmingham neighborhood, he had already been spotted by that beast hunter.

He didn't want to hide himself.

The growl came from behind him.

An inhuman shadow jumped out from behind a snow-covered pine tree. It was three times bigger than him, and its slender arms were taller than his entire body.

Instead of being afraid, he slammed into its arms unexpectedly.

The moment the impact happened, it was enough to tear him in two, falling behind him.

Immediately afterwards, its body tilted due to the force generated by the impact.

It was aware of the danger, but its huge inertia made it unable to stop its forward figure—he successfully slammed into its arms, and the muzzle of the Ruger GP100 Magnum was pressed against the lower left of the middle of its chest.

"I bet you only have one heart."

He spoke, followed by a thunderous explosion.

It lost its strength the next moment, fell to its knees, and fell headfirst at his feet.

But it just lost its strength. The strong vitality brought by the [Beast Transformation Virus Booster] made it not die immediately even if it lost its heart.

Klein lifted the hammer of the Ruger GP100 Magnum again, placed it on the back of its head, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Blood exploded all over the ground, and was quickly covered by Blizzard.

The huge beast fell to the ground, its fur began to degenerate due to death, and its figure also shrunk, until a moment later, there was only a man's corpse that was about to be buried by heavy snow on the ground.

Klein didn't have time to deal with the corpse for the time being.

He bent over to pick up a handful of snow, wiped off the blood on the front of the leather windbreaker, and walked quickly into the Birmingham neighborhood.

At the door of the house, he stuck the revolver in the gun pocket on his back waist, patted his frozen face vigorously, and made a happy expression.

A heartfelt, happy expression.

He knocked on the door, and it was instantly opened.

"father!"

The little boy with the toy rushed forward, ignoring the wind and snow behind him.

Klein patted the boy on the head with a warm, non-stiff, natural smile on his face: "Did you attend class well today?"

The boy stood up straight and said loudly: "Today I have to listen to the class very seriously!"

Klein took out the cake that he carried behind his back and was holding in his left hand: "You are so good, Dad celebrates your tenth birthday today!"

The boy happily gave him a hug, as if he wanted to hug his whole world.

He carried the boy into the door. Behind the door were the family members who had been waiting for him. They had already prepared dinner and were waiting to wash him off after a busy day.

Klein entered the door and closed it, as if blocking all wind, snow and danger from the door.

(End of this chapter)