Abyss Express

Foreword:

[On the road of my life, there are still many fights to be fought! ]

[——Step Meteor]

[Part ① Have you had enough sleep? ! ]

"Hello! Your Excellency, have you slept enough?"

In the cold wind, the loyal Cliff Guderian knocked down the door of the Red Nail Inn.

He hugged Midas Bruno, the most important god in his life, took money out of his pocket with the other hand, nodded with the boss, and showed off the armband of Stairway to Heaven, it didn't look like he was here for the first time.

He lightly patted Xin Wang's face, trying to see some hope from the stupid expression of the other party's mental exhaustion——

——Life always needs these things, expecting, hoping, and longing for these great idols to stand up.

But Midas really couldn't get up.

His soul power was shattered, his body and mind were exhausted, and he needed a lot of essence and a peaceful sleep.

Cliff, as the number one henchman under Salary King, immediately yelled at the boss to discuss some human flesh business—but the Albert Scientific Research Station is considered the site of the station, and it is still a bit difficult to find human flesh here.

So the clever red-skinned kid changed his mind and wanted to take a long detour.

He sent His Excellency King Xin to the guest room to rest. When it was time for dinner, the big restaurant on the first floor was full of people, so he spent a lot of money, greeted the chef, and asked for the best meat and the best wine in the area. Serve two servings of each dish, it doesn't matter if you can't finish it, just add the strongest spices to the dishes.

— What about wasting food? Cliff can't eat these underground cuisines at all. For him, these spoiled proteins that have been heated at high temperatures have lost most of their edible value, and all the fresh and living elements in them are [dead], and they can't taste the nutrition.

Like the Skull and Bones cult, which only wants to eat human flesh, but imposes various cooking methods, in Cliff's view, frying and boiling his waiters is simply an insult to the ingredients.

Such an intimate and vital dish, of course, must be enjoyed while it is still hot and as an important animal in the festival while its life is still alive.

As Cliff's thoughts drifted away——

——People are getting closer and closer to this weird and terrifying red-skinned man following the aroma of dishes one after another.

Immediately a strong Slavic man came to beg for food.

He is Diamondnov's foreman, and his name is very long, so we don't need to remember it for now.

People call him White Vest, because he always wears a white hat and vest at the Albert Research Station in freezing weather, showing off his thick fat and muscles, like a grizzly bear.

"Listen well, I don't know where you come from, where you're going, or what your name is, or what you're capable of." White Vest grabbed a chair and sat opposite Cliff—he still I don't understand, I don't know that the person in front of me is a vicious ogre.

The white vest continued: "When you arrive at the scientific research station, you must abide by our rules. Even if you are a flying dragon in the sky, you can't beat us local snakes, understand?"

Cliff squinted his eyes and smiled and nodded vigorously, only feeling that he had hit a big luck.

These Slavic men are all fat and strong, with no calluses on the palms and no scars on the arms. They are all good ingredients that are shiny with oil.

"Oh! Wow." Cliff responded with both surprise and joy: "Did I meet some important person? I want you to take a step forward and run all the way from the entertainment room to my desk. This kind of resolute tone to teach me? Do you want to have a drink with me? Or do you think "

"Whispering" punched the white vest, knocking Cliff dizzy.

But in just a few seconds, Cliff tilted his head and finally woke up from a semi-conscious state. He felt a heat in his nose, and the capillaries finally recovered, and blood began to flow out.

immediately--

——The local people with simple folk customs smelled the smell of blood, and immediately surrounded them, staring at the good wine and meat on the table.

Cliff pursed his lips, pretending to be shocked and timid, even his eyes began to lose sight, and his body shook like chaff.

"You you. What are you doing. You."

Without saying a word, the white vest pointed to the big leg of lamb on the dinner table.

"You know what? Guderian."

He pulled Cliff's clothes and glanced at his officer's ID.

"Cliff Guderian! A vile and shameless criminal!"

Cliff is innocent and helpless: "I didn't do anything wrong, big man. I just came to have a meal."

The white vest went on to say: "Everyone come and see! Come and listen! This stranger came to our hotel and ordered twenty-four dishes! Can he really finish it? Our ancestors once said! Waste is A colossal crime! He's committing crimes right under our noses!"

Cliff yelled, "I'm using my own money."

"How dare you talk back?!" The white vest slapped him again, and Cliff felt his brain buzzing: "I said you are a criminal, and you are a criminal! Guderian seems to be a common German surname. ! Germans are criminals!"

"Hmph..." Cliff's head was tilted to one side, two teeth flew out, landed next to the shoe of a big girl waiter, and was immediately swept into the ash hopper as garbage.

He wasn't angry, not at all.

Not even feeling angry—

— Pain or humiliation, strong words or false accusations are as natural to Cliff as breathing, and are commonplace.

It's just that these co-workers and foremen, white hats and yellow hats, read their lines and said what Cliff did in World War II ninety years ago.

This makes him very, very happy, it is the essence that melts in the mouth when it is sweet and soft.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

He was laughing maniacally, laughing maniacally.

The mouth is leaking, the head is bald and full of scars, and the brain is hit, but I still want to laugh - because it is so happy and joyful.

The white vest felt noisy, raised his fist and slammed the red-skinned boy's face hard, it was about to bleed, the pain hurt, the bone was visible, after ten or so punches, the laughter didn't stop, but it was even more ear-piercing.

"Is this guy crazy?" Bai Weixin began to feel guilty, and whispered his little thoughts to his partner: "Hey, I wanted to scare him and ask him to bring us some food, but then I felt that this dog bastard is really an eyesore Well, that guy Diamond really went to Red Star Mountain with Jason. If he escapes in a panic, I can continue to laugh at him and bully him. What if he dies? That is the glory of life and the greatness of death. , Is Diamond worthy of being a hero?"

"But." The worker was at a loss: "Diamond's life and death, what does it have to do with you beating this big red skin?"

"I'm anxious!" The white vest raised his voice, not afraid that the foreign guest in his hand would hear him, and completely tore his face: "When I am anxious, I can't control myself! The madness index must be skyrocketing! I can't see others being good! This guy bought it So many good dishes and good wine! To be eaten alone! I can imagine - his pretentious appearance, eating only one bite of each dish! And to show off his financial resources to me, and to show off his elegant appearance when eating ! It's driving me crazy thinking about it!"

The Albert Research Station is very close to the border at Niflheim.

There are many people with a mental state like the white vest. Bipolar disorder or intrusive thinking keeps them in a state of nervousness all the time, and it is easy to amplify negative emotions infinitely.

"Why is he still laughing?" The white vest lifted Cliff's collar, grabbed the bloody head, and showed it to the people: "Why? It seems that I was the one who was beaten! Why? Laughing Shouldn't it be me? I'm so strong."

"Hey..." Cliff immediately withdrew his smile, and changed into a sullen expression: "Are you usually beaten by this fat pig?"

The white vest was furious: "What did you say! What did you call me!?"

Cliff took out the money without haste.

"I call you a fat pig—a special Slavic pig, a big Siberian pig."

When the strong Slavic man saw the black and bright red pyroxene coins, the bloodshot eyes immediately disappeared, like a nerve reflex. The name of this magical annealing agent is money.

For these new generations of [Soviet] people who were born at the Albert station.

The rules of survival in society are no longer as written in textbooks.

The book says that labor can create happiness.

In fact, money can buy happiness.

It's like magic—

——As long as a few banknotes are needed, no hard work is required, and there is no need for spring plowing and autumn harvesting. The grain will naturally fall off the chaff, carefully cooked, and delivered to them by beautiful girls.

What Cliff showed to the white vest were twenty pieces of pyroxene coins with a face value of one hundred yuan.

It is like a peach blossom fan, through the hands of thousands of people, blowing out the dirtiest and sweetest wind in the world.

"I am a pig, what do you say I am. I am what I am." The white vest no longer cares about any beliefs.

Two thousand pyroxene coins can send him to other places, and as long as his mental state is stable, he can buy four short-distance bus tickets.

You can buy a lot of panaceas, and if you are lucky enough, you can also buy Guangling San Xiaolongbao to soothe the trauma.

Although Aohen Mingde distributes supplies to the Albert scientific research station every month, compared with the hot money, these strictly calculated quotas do not seem to be so tempting.

"You must be thinking." Cliff lowered his mouth, raised his eyebrows, and put on a strange expression: "As soon as I leave this hotel, you will skin me and tear me apart, not even a single intestine will be left , all my hair was sent to a thermal power station to be burned - all the money on my body will become yours, right?!"

The white vest's face changed suddenly. In front of a top-notch scum like Cliff, as long as he was a little bit greedy, he couldn't hide his thoughts of murder and robbing.

Cliff: "Didn't answer me right away, I'm afraid that's what this brave and straightforward Slav thought just now—boys."

He slapped the white vest's face with money, and immediately heard the other party's panting.

He said to the young people surrounding him——

"——this place is terrible, your foreman, your good brother, your opinion leader, want to murder me, a helpless traveler, I ordered a table of food, in this strange place Familiar haunted place to make some new friends”

At this moment, at this moment, the white vest seemed to realize something.

He touched the big goat's hoof by the table, and just tore off a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth to chew. The delicious fat and meat strips were bitten off by his front teeth, and the spicy and salty taste buds were spread evenly, when he heard Cliff Hissing and roaring.

"These two thousand pyroxene coins are my life-buying money—after all, he looks tall and strong, and he is probably the most powerful among you. It's a pity that you can't earn this money."

The white vest doesn't seem to realize that the eyes of the workers who used to obey him are undergoing subtle changes. He only cares about eating meat and drinking. The high-end goods for entertaining foreign tourists are also the price of slaughtering pigs, and the locals can't taste them at all.

Three or four young men squeezed in from the crowd. They were very close to the dining table, but they didn't dare to stretch out their hands. When they moved forward a little, they were immediately stopped by the fierce eyes of the white vest.

It was like a pack of wolves——

——When the wolf is eating, the children are also staring at it.

Immediately after, Cliff walked up to some bold young men and took out more money from his pocket.

"Hey, I want to ask you to do something, which is not very important to you."

The red-skinned devil deliberately lowered his voice, but it just happened to be heard by the white vest who was feasting.

He said to several young people——

"—I beg you, protect me. If I can leave here alive, the money is yours. Let me count it."

The banknotes rattled.

The matte-textured face texture rubs out crisp and melodious notes.

The white vest immediately stood up, his eyes widened.

"what are you doing!?"

Cliff had just finished counting the money, and looked at the domineering snake in surprise and fear.

"I'm just counting my belongings. Brother, eat and drink well. I'll just pay for the food. It's just my gift to you. Other things."

"What were you doing just now!? I can hear you clearly!" The white vest gnawed at the chicken leg viciously: "Do you think these guys can protect you? At the Albert Scientific Research Station, in the North District Industrial Park , I have the final say on everything! If I want you to die, you must die."

"Oh! So that's the case?" Cliff slapped his forehead suddenly, and quickly walked a few steps away. The banknotes he just handed out were also taken back, and the coins slipped away from the young man's hand.

The white vest was so happy that snot bubbles came out.

"Hey! You look so stupid, you don't know where you got the money, you must have done a lot of bad things, right?"

Cliff handed the coin to the white vest again, and said sincerely, "I am a businessman."

"Businessmen are all bad guys!" Saying so, the white vest still collected the money. The stack of banknotes was so thick that it could be bulletproof, at least more than five thousand yuan.

Cliff: "So will you arrest me? According to your rules, I won't die in the prison at the Albert Research Station, will I? I have to go somewhere else. To tell you the truth, if you Can protect me, keep me safe, and my ability to make money is very strong.”

Before Cliff could finish speaking, the white vest sat back and said with peace of mind: "That's the job of the Green Gold Guard, and it has nothing to do with me."

Cliff struck while the iron was hot: "Then let me talk to you about the entrustment fee. How much will it cost in exchange for my safety?"

"Uh..." the white vest thought for a while, "150,000 pyroxene coins!"

[Part② Wake up! ]

As soon as the words came out——

—the people started to make noise and shout, surprised and speechless.

Even Diamondnov, the most industrious member of the exploration team, earns less than 30,000 yuan a year.

Cliff covered his head: "Ouch! Ouch. I'm a little dizzy. Your asking price is too high. It's too expensive. If it can be cheaper."

It's too late to say it.

Immediately someone shouted: "I only want one hundred thousand! Cliff Guderian! One hundred thousand! I can find a way to protect you!"

Immediately, someone asked for a price: "Fifty-five thousand is fine! Not only you, I can also give away the person you recited!"

"That's great." Cliff's eyes lit up, as if he had found a life-saving straw: "But! But... are you guys really capable of protecting me?"

The white vest was eating well, and when he heard the workers yelling, he lost his appetite.

He still had that vicious look, holding a table knife and rushing towards the crowd.

"Wake up! I'm the boss here! You want to rebel"

Without waiting for the knife to swing out——

——The Slavic man has an extra kitchen knife on his forehead.

Almost in just one minute, from a white vest to a red vest.

Fourteen held all kinds of things in his hands and dismembered the unlucky ghost on the spot.

The splashed blood flew to Cliff's face, and was licked clean by the long scarlet tongue——

——Cliff pursed his lips, his face full of disgust, and the memories he tasted were greasy, disgusting and hypocritical.

The energy of the primordial substance quickly worked in this ogre's body, allowing the scars on his face to heal and the congestion to dissipate.

When the innkeeper rushed over with a real gun, he saw only a bloody corpse, and people who were tortured under abnormal spiritual pressure, with horrifying eyes almost insane.

Cliff picked up an ear secretly, and he didn't know whose ear it belonged to, and put it in his stomach, and beautiful black hair grew out of his bald head.

He groped through the corpse in the white vest, pulled out the blood-stained banknotes from his butt pocket, and handed them to the boss.

The boss looked at Cliff in surprise: "What the hell did you do?!"

"I don't even know what happened. Just as surprised as you are, I told them——If you can protect me and get out of this ghost town, maybe I will give them a reward, but they started killing each other , oh no, it should be murder."

The boss was frightened by the gun, and it was difficult to call back these nervous young people with a gun, as if he was dealing with wolves.

"If there is nothing else, I'll go back first." Cliff deliberately stuffed a wad of money into the boss's pocket: "Send this corpse to the second floor. My friend is a doctor. This time I came to Albert At the scientific research station, I also want to help him complete this project, to figure out the mysterious changes that occur in the human body under this weird spiritual pressure environment."

Nine out of ten sentences out of Guderian's mouth are false, but money is true.

"Make things more beautiful and don't overthink things." Cliff leaned against the boss's ear and blew softly: "If it's done cleanly, there will be more benefits waiting for you."

After painting the cake for the boss, this cult fan of Stairway to Heaven walked upstairs quickly as if nothing had happened, mourning the loss of his life, and regretting it very much——

- The reason for regret is very simple.

In the past, it would not cost so much money or talk so much to ask Cliff to kill a person, just relying on an axe.

He lamented that things are changing with each passing day, and that in a modern civilized society, it has become so difficult to kill people with money.

At this moment, a figure knocked open the door——

——It was 9527, she had been driving for a long time, and she was in a car accident, her nose was bruised and her face was swollen, there was a gash on her forehead, and the blood had frozen into ice slag.

As if exhausting all his strength, he finally reached the hotel door under the torture of Niflheim's spiritual pressure.

"The goddess of luck favors the brave!" Cliff licked his lips excitedly, and immediately walked down the stairs, looking at the formidable enemy who lost his mind and was about to fall: "You must be delicious, right? I'm so curious that I'm crazy Already! What do you smell like?"

In the central square, this girl killed the sentinels and giants on the Stairway to Heaven. She killed people quickly and ruthlessly. Her willpower was extremely strong. Facing the encirclement and suppression of giant hybrid warriors, she never gave up the idea of ​​struggling to survive.

It is the best quality.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Cliff was impatient, and wanted to pick up the unconscious 9527 from the arms of the hotel staff. He moved his index finger and his face flushed with excitement.

I could hear Xiaoqi's sleep talking, it seemed that before he passed out, he was still thinking about Xueming——

"—Not far, not far. Employer, I have to deliver something to the teacher. Soon."

"It's so good! It's so good! It's so good!" Cliff stopped the hotel staff, and then called the boss: "Did you hear that? This woman has a love that is as sweet as honey, waiting for me to taste!"

As long as you gnaw the brains of 9527, you may be able to taste this kind of sweetness.

But this sounded like a human flesh business to the innkeeper's ears.

"No, we have to treat her! Guest. You."

Cliff said casually: "My friend is a doctor, and she will receive proper treatment. Don't you want to watch her freeze to death in front of the hotel? She is covered with murderous equipment. What do you think of her?" What a mess?"

The boss wavered under the temptation of money.

"What are you hesitating about?" Cliff took out HC from his coat and was about to swipe his card: "I'm saving her life! You've lived for so many years, in this poor country, have you ever seen a kinder person than me?" ?”

The boss hesitated again and again, and finally rejected the gift.

"No, someone was killed in my shop, and the Snow Mastiff troops will come soon—even though they don't know where you came from, but they have something to do with you, and death is always with them. I can't hand this girl into your hands."

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Cliff became annoyed, and took out a gun from his pocket. Money and bullets would always work: "I said——I want this bitch, and I want it now!"

The boss didn't have time to find a gun for self-defense. All the shop assistants looked over at the first time, but they didn't react immediately. Wondering what happened.

"Xueming Xueming" 9527 was still talking in her sleep, her lips were cracked with cold, her eyes were closed tightly, she struggled from Cliff's arms, and fell forward into the arms of the innkeeper.

The boss just looked at the muzzle of the gun indifferently, and no longer dared to confront this vicious guest.

Cliff grinned and said, "Be obedient. If you own this store, you will definitely earn endless money, but you only have one life."

Boss: "It's right in the book."

Cliff: "What book?"

Boss: "You are a devil who eats people without spit out bones."

At some point, 9527 tightly grasped the armband of Stairway to Heaven, as if trying to grab Xue Ming's arm and tear off the armband.

It reveals half of the ten-thousand-shaped flag——

—Let the devil show his true form.

"That's nothing to talk about!~" Cliff stared at the tiger, and said wildly: "After you die, I will pick a smart guy from these good guys to inherit your mantle and inherit your store. Take care of your wife, and take care of your waiter He will have many healthy babies with these women And you can only follow the bullets, buried in the mud, and maybe hear their courtship from Niflheim Breathe. Repent and fight against me."

9527: "Xue Ming."

"Don't fucking mention it! That name! Don't fucking mention Jiang Xueming!" Cliff tensed up, thinking of this killing god, his head started to ache.

After talking about Jiang Xueming——

"—Then I have to say a few more words."

David Victor, wearing the uniform of the Snow Mastiff, leaned on Cliff's tall and broad shoulders in the snowstorm.

Mr. Victor supported Cliff's chin with one hand, and held a pen with the other—writing a brand of shame on the enemy's neck.

[shall not kill]

The red-skinned imp meets the devil of hell.

"Cliff Guderian - I think that a person's life is spent in continuous learning and continuous sharpening of one's skills, which is the most fulfilling. It is just a little selfishness of mine to come to the Albert Research Station on this trip , wanting to collect materials, it is very unfortunate that you ran into me, the evil king of Hades—I also think about it from time to time, and I will find valuable qualities in the students and use them for my own use." Victor finished writing, With dexterous fingers, he unlocked and took off the slide of the pistol, swiftly: "This is the skill Jiang Xueming taught me."

Cliff still wanted to stand up and swing his arms, but just as he sent out the stern elbow, his body also froze, as if he had been harmed by the frost and wind and couldn't move, and there was another line of words in the branded contract on his neck.

[Do not hurt anyone]

"Since you don't want to hear his name, he is like the night demon in ancient Siberian legends, a ghost that can stop a child from crying. Just this word has scared you to death." Teacher Victor's big hand flicked away Cliff's brain, sweeping out a path——

——He walked forward and picked up Xiaoqi from the innkeeper.

The scarlet devil grinned at his colleagues who were still alive.

Cliff's legs softened and he almost knelt down: "VIP! VIPVIP! I want to tell you about Stairway to Heaven. Listen to me a little more. Maybe you are interested in this! Do you want to become an idol? ? Such a turbulent Reiatsu, such a pure anger, you must be able to become the sun! Compared with that cowardly and incompetent waste upstairs, whose mind is only full of women! Your soul is just like"

Before the words fell, the fist of [Hell Highway] was like a hammer——

——It only takes a few light punches to shatter the skull of this undead embers.

Victor took out the panacea from his carrying bag——

"I'm going to talk to you about another student of mine, when faced with your money, and your gun—" Viktor's ghost suddenly said: "—he is neither afraid nor greedy , I will probably say something like this: [On the road of my life, there are still many fights waiting for me to fight!], after saying this, you will see your brain, everything will start to spin, even the time for repentance None, even the chance to beg for mercy was lost."

The undead rune was exposed from Cliff's thalamus, leaving the door open for death.

Without even screaming, the red-skinned kid's neck bone was broken in two under the severe blow of [Hell Highway].

Victor pulled out the needle from 9527's neck.

"—As for your kind invitation, that Lao Shizi [Stairway to Heaven], please allow me to refuse, I am already busy enough with readers, just reading and replying to letters every day can make my madness index rise to [S+], let alone The Way of the Salary King."

The devil's heart-hot tail burst out—

——The undead rune shattered into ten thousand pieces, turning into a handful of smoke in the black mist.

Cliff Guderian, he's dead.