Abyss Train

Chapter 814 Collector

  [Part①·Black eats black]

"You! And you!" Jim Crow pointed at David Victor's nose and kicked Jack Martin's leg hard: "What on earth did you two do!"

Wen Bucai has been playing cards and betting with Jim Crow, and Boss Jim has no idea what the circus fire was about.

The naked half-beast shapeshifter was first shot for no apparent reason, and in panic he activated the mechanism of the dealer's seat and escaped. However, within ten minutes or so, his industrial park was burned to ashes by a raging fire.

"Jim Crow!" David Victor recognized the face. He had seen the picture of the big boss on the poster. "Are you an assassin sent by the big boss? Setting up an ambush in this hotel? Want to kill us?"

"Huh?!" Jim didn't understand what Victor was talking about at all. He just found a temporary shelter and had no idea the source of the chaos in Sloth Town, nor did he know that the big boss was hiding in his circus.

Jack Martin saw Mr. Jim's confused and surprised expression, so he quickly straightened his tongue and told a few lies. He was the best at lying.

"You idiot! The Big Leader has been hiding on the circus stage! He's wearing your magician's cloak! I knew long ago that you, a traitor, have bad intentions! He started the fire! He wants to wipe us all out!"

"What?! What did you say?" Jim Crow was shocked, with a look of extreme horror on his face: "He knew it all along?"

Jack coaxed and lied: "Of course I know! Do you think he is easy to fool? There is a secret passage in the circus, and a small window was opened in your casino, watching you every day!"

"This shot." Jim covered the wound on his shoulder. The bullet left a penetrating wound on his shoulder and neck: "It was him too!?"

Jack nodded quickly: "Right! It's all his fault!"

David Victor didn't know what to say. It seemed that Jack had no psychological burden when it came to deceiving the bad guys. His lies were flawless and his expression was fanatical and persistent. He wanted to put all the blame on the big boss.

"You are an old ox that can still earn him some money, so he didn't do anything." Jack Martin grinned and sneered, "Otherwise he would have killed you long ago! You are just a dog slave! You still want to rebel against your master! Of course he will kill you!"

The more Boss Jim thought about it, the more scared he became.

——He has hugged the magician on the circus stage more than once. This is the most profitable project of the Curio Collection. He attaches great importance to feelings and gratitude towards the magic industry. It was the chief's recognition and favor that first enabled him to go from an unknown magician to the owner of the circus.

The tremendous pressure brought by Jack Martin's repeated intimidation made Jim Crow waver in his heart. He had the fantasy that the big boss would forgive him, but he was also full of resentment and could not satisfy his inner hunger.

These two completely different emotions almost tore him in two.

  Should we surrender? Should we take these three ungrateful captives and find the leader to apologize?

Is there no better way? I have worked so hard and hibernated for so long, hoping to be the master of my own affairs one day! To be close to George Joshua! To be close to Washington! I don't want to stay in this bandit's den anymore!

Heavy footsteps sounded above the three men's heads, and Jack immediately shut up. Jim Crow also transformed back into his rat form.

"Take me to see them." A deep and cold male voice ordered.

"Someone is coming." Victor reminded quietly: "Jack, shut up."

The dry and hot air rushed into the cellar again, and the red riding boots with hooks and barbs bit the cellar steps tightly. In such hot weather, a cloaked man wearing a thick raincoat slowly stepped on the stairs and descended to the round table cage.

The man took off his cloak, revealing a face full of scars. His skin had an eerie corpse-green color, his chin was broad, his head was hairless, and he didn't even have eyebrows. He seemed like a professional killer who didn't want to leave any hair clues at the crime scene.

"Master Collector," the innkeeper Jerrys hurriedly followed, bowing and humbly saying, "They are all here, no snake venom was used."

The Collector said, “We must do well what the great leader tells us to do.”

Jerrys nodded repeatedly: "Isn't this done?"

“No, you didn’t.” The collector’s tone became colder and his attitude became harsher: “If I hadn’t woken up early, perhaps these three lambs would have suffocated to death in the cellar.”

"Huh!——" Jerrys took a breath of cold air. He really didn't take care of these trivial matters.

"The big boss said that he must be captured alive." The Collector stretched out his broad palm and gently patted Jerrys' face: "But you almost killed this distinguished guest - Jack Martin."

"Do you know how big a sin you have committed and how stupid you have done?"

Jerrys immediately knelt down and begged for mercy: "Master Collector! Please spare me! I have tried my best!"

The innkeeper kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, and even his forehead was bleeding.

——He could hardly imagine how the cadres of the perfume bottle would treat him, his wife and son.

He would continue to struggle in order to find a way to survive.

"You saw it too. They didn't die. The result was good! It's not a big deal, right? Sir! Please say something fair! Please be merciful and spare my life!"

"Hehe!" A twisted and perverted smile squeezed out from the eyebrows and eyes of the hairless face: "Jeris, I like to do things according to the rules the most - we have to abide by the law!"

Jerrys echoed again and again: "Yes! Yes!"

"Since you have violated the laws of the Big Leader! Then you must stand trial!" A pair of needle and thread scissors emerged from his thick knuckles, and the Collector's spirit pierced Mr. Jeris's head in an instant.

The strange psychic fluctuations froze all the hot air. The coldness invaded, and little Jack's legs shook and he shivered involuntarily.

  Evil spirits extended from strong and powerful arms. These metal products were like a variety of torture instruments, pliers, scissors, hammers and knives, all of which were used on Jerrys. In just a blink of an eye, the owner of the Sheep Slaughter Inn had a twisted body, his bones and flesh collapsed, his skin broke, and he was entangled by silk threads again, turning into a doll!

He was only about forty centimeters tall, with two cracks in his mouth, like the face of a puppet!

He screamed, his blue eyes rolling around in his wooden skull.

"What have you done to me!~What have you done to me!~Master Collector!~"

The relatively loose clothes were also re-cut, leaving no waste material or rough edges. It seemed that this body of human flesh had been transformed by a spirit, without any blood leaking out, and it had become a toy.

The collector slowly stuffed the doll back into his thick robe. He seemed to notice Jack Martin's unusual behavior, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he slowly returned to the hotel.

——Only the screams of women and children were heard.

Victor couldn't stand the shouting and he struggled, trying to break free from the ropes.

"Teacher Victor," Little Jack whispered, "This family is not a good family. Calm down and don't expose yourself!"

"That guy bullies the weak! He doesn't even let his own companions go! Although Boss Jerrys poisoned us and made us unable to move, he didn't intend to kill us." Victor said righteously: "His family should not suffer such inhuman torture! Jack Martin, they don't deserve the death penalty - I can't tolerate such atrocities!"

Without waiting for Jack and Victor to argue over who was right or wrong, the Collector returned to the cellar again.

He flapped his sleeves and slowly opened his collar, revealing seven or eight puppets and other miscellaneous accessories from his dark raincoat. The collector said, "Jim Crow."

A fat rat suddenly jumped out from the shadow of the cellar. It was the frightened and bewildered Boss Jim.

  “Courage can turn a coward into a beast. This is the superpower of [beasts in human clothing], which can turn decay into magic.” The collector kicked Mr. Jim away with a light kick!

The fat rat bumped into the wine barrel and spit out blood on the spot, seeming to be seriously injured.

[The Beast in Human Clothing] not only gave him a nimble and petite body, but also took away his muscle strength, making him fragile.

"Waste with no practical value can only become a beautiful collection." The collector half-knelt down and looked at the dying fat rat: "The big boss wants me to kill you, but I hope to have such a chance to convince the boss and make him change his mind."

"Do you still have value? Do you still have courage?"

"Are you still willing to pledge your loyalty to the leader, Jim?"

"Prove it to me?"

Mr. Jim was filled with rage. His body swelled and deformed continuously. In an instant, he transformed from a small and weak mouse into a lion crawling on the ground and scratching its claws!

He growled, retreated and tested, arched his back and prepared to attack! His mane was about to explode! His golden eyes were revealed in the dark shadows!

The collectors strolled back and forth, pacing and waving around the narrow cellar.

"Jim! Jim! Good dog!"

"Good dog! Good job!"

Jim Crow finally couldn't suppress his murderous intent. He couldn't bear the humiliation and pounced on the collector!

The spirit of the beast in human form entangled his fangs and claws! He hugged this ungrateful colleague tightly and wanted to bite the collector's neck off!

  [Part②·I’m going to die]

At the same time, the seven-foot-tall man was knocked to the ground by the lion, but he did not panic.

——He savored the changes in the [Beast in Human Clothing]'s psychic energy bit by bit, and saw that his fingers were gradually turning into sheep's hooves, and his face seemed to be deformed as well, completely turning into a delicious lamb in the lion's mouth!

"Not bad! Not bad! Really good! The hunting instinct is still in you!"

"Use the strong to defeat the weak! Your soul power is so beautiful! Then keep it in this beautiful form in my display cabinet."

The lion's eyes were blank. Although its teeth and sharp claws could make the collector bleed and be injured, it could not kill this strong man instantly!

Jim's head began to collapse and deform, and under the trimming, filling and transformation of the spirit, it took on a metallic texture!

His lion body gradually became stiff, shrinking and becoming smaller, and it turned into an ornament no bigger than a palm, and turned into a metal plate with a lead-tin texture!

  The Collector was still bleeding. After the psychic effect of [Beast in Human Clothing] dissipated, he turned back into a human. His goat's hooves gradually split into five fingers, and he took out a bottle of white "milk" from his inner bag. Victor remembered it clearly. It was the insect juice drink that Violet used when she treated him!

"What a pity." The collector tilted his head and brushed off the dust on the lion's tin stamp. "I thought you were gold, or at least silver, but it turns out you are a tin soldier that will melt when the fire is hot."

After hanging the accessories in his coat, the bald man with strange psychic powers looked at David Victor again.

"You've been awake? How long have you been awake, Mr. Victor?"

David gritted his teeth and whispered, "I woke up before you set foot in the cellar."

"That's terrible!" The collector pointed to the ceiling. His bloody mouth had just swallowed Mrs. Bai's product. The wound on his shoulder and neck was still healing slowly. He had an exaggerated expression and a weird face. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long!"

  Before Victor could call upon the soul power, the Red Heart Magic Arrow had no chance to be fired!

A saw knife stabbed out from the bottom of the round table! That was the spirit of the collector who had been lying in wait! He had already prepared a response!

  There was no time to react, this guy's spirit was too fast! The special effects of psychic energy could transform the human body, and its speed of effect was incredible!

The moment the red-skinned devil left the body, it was firmly locked in Victor's body. It was unable to move forward and it grabbed back into Victor's body.

"Be especially careful! The ghost in David Victor's body!" The collector pretended to yell, "How scary! It's really scary!"

Mr. Victor's body was deformed, and like Jerrys, his skin was cut and stitched, reshaped, and in the space of ten seconds, amid Jack Martin's screams - this handsome blond Austrian man actually changed into a golden fishtail skirt.

The dress made of his hair set off his curvy puppet body, like a doll that girls have loved since childhood! He was completely transformed, with less than 12 centimeters left. The pen rubbed his eyebrows and eyes, leaving new eyebrows and eyeliner on his soft face with deerskin texture - he was completely transformed into a black-haired beauty.

"Very good! You are very good! David Victor!"

"Europeans love black hair! Black hair is noble! It comes from the blood of Semitic ancestors!"

The Collector kicked the twine aside and picked up the doll from the table leg.

——Victor was shocked and looked at his own body in disbelief.

"What did you do to me!? This feeling! This light feeling!"

The great writer still couldn't escape the control of his instincts. He couldn't help but want to lift up his skirt to observe the treasure under his crotch, struggling between the collector's thick knuckles.

"Is this what it feels like to be made into a doll? It's amazing! When the cold iron saw cuts open the torso, I can hear the strange sound of water coming from the belly."

"Where did all my flesh and blood go? I was torn upside down from the inside out, but not a single organ was spilled out."

"The proportions of bones and limbs are just right, and the matching style of body shape and clothing is also ingenious!"

"My hair has been turned into clothes? You shaved off your eyebrows and hair! Is it also for the purpose of making a better collection? So careful! So cautious! Just to make a work of art? You are really talented!"

The collector laughed, as if he had found a kindred spirit.

"Hahahahahaha! Victor! I like you!~ What kind of weird freak did the Big Boss send me? Oh my God!"

Jack Martin turned pale with fear—

"——Mr. Victor! What on earth are you so happy about?"

  [Real name: ? ? ? ]

[Current name: Collector]

[Origin:? ? ? ]

[Soul Power: Black Mass]

[Destructive power:? ? ? ]

[speed:? ? ? ]

[Range: ? ? ? ]

[Sustainability: ? ? ? ]

[Precision:? ? ? ]

[Growth:? ? ? ]

[Special ability: ? ? ? ]