Abyss Express

Pay attention, this man is called Ale.

He was supposed to escape from a bloody fight with his good brother Fei Bo, and no matter how bad he was, he was trying to strike up a conversation with the beautiful girl beside him to confess his love under the strong suspension bridge effect.

But people die for money, and birds die for food. When the engineering forklift rushed into the store of the horror artist to redecorate this historic old house, the cash drawers, cultural toys, wine utensils and gold utensils on the director's table were scattered all over the place.

The sound of tinkling bells came from the entrance of the alley, as if the magic sound could suck away A Le's soul.

He was very smart and very cautious, so he immediately ran to the security booth of Huadu Nightclub to find a temporary cordon, pretending to be a plainclothes policeman handling the case, saving Jiang Xueming a lot of effort to drive away the troublemakers.

However, Ale himself became the most powerful troublemaker and returned to the scene of the crime alone.

The clever A Le is not as greedy as Fei Bo. Looking deep into the porch from the dilapidated pavement, he can still hear the horrible notes of wailing and marveling at the broken flesh and blood from far away.

Look at the two balls of black red pulp on the floor at the entrance. They are the monsters shot and killed by the strange mysterious man.

For a moment, it was difficult for Ale to imagine what these things represented.

Perhaps this is the new show from the horror artist?

Maybe it was a biological weapon dropped by foreign terrorists?

Perhaps a personal grudge? Some enemy drove a construction truck into the gate to collect debts?

With a loudspeaker, he yelled at his neighbors and ordered a temporary curfew. The props that were originally used by the folks in the ward to go downstairs to do nucleic acid have now become a good helper in his hands to eliminate competitors. Most of the residential buildings on Guangyuan Middle Road are elderly retired people who are reluctant to go downstairs except for grocery shopping and playing cards. Not to mention the sudden noise of demolition in the middle of the night.

When the grandparents heard the broadcast downstairs, they knew it was not a fire, so they obediently went back to bed and went to sleep.

The broken and broken gold and silver all over the ground are waiting for Ah Le to pick them up, which makes him happy and happy.

That's right—

——I just had fun on the spot.

When he tiptoed along the gold and silver all the way to the porch, when he lay down on the carpet and cleaned the fine precious metals in the velvet, a gust of cold wind blew in his face.

"[Terror Art·Horror Art], turn him into my slave!"

John Bogg, a lonely ghost from a hundred years ago, has fled outside the porch. He is dressed in a luxurious dress. His rough facial features and ferocious expression all show that he is very afraid of intruders and is as if he is facing an enemy. appearance.

He gently pressed the illusory arm on the top of Ale's head, and the powerful Soul Power immediately exerted special effects——

——The Tian Ling Gai of this conscientious black security guard cracked a cross hole.

With the sudden rise of blood pressure and intracranial pressure, the brain flower exploded, and the crack spread from the neck to the torso like a new sprout. His entire upper body split into three pieces, and the ganglion of the spinal bone became hypertrophic, like a stamen Also spit out a strong fishy smell.

The ribs reshape into the fangs and claws of Mosaic, into the flesh and blood of John Borg.

Right now, right now—

——The forklift suddenly fell out, and the big steel wheels with blood and mud splashed out had long since lost the protection of the rubber tires, and violently crushed the newborn monster into a part of the carpet with raging sparks.

John Borg, who has lost his physical body, has a swift and impermanent body. He is like a cloud of smoke, and material weapons can't hurt him at all.

It’s just that while avoiding the forklift, John’s eyes were only frightened. The reinforced concrete in the forklift was like a bakeware with a variety of varieties. The magic catalysts of the bartender Alpha and the manager Sigma are all hung on it, with the rotten flesh of the six-headed deformed flesh, the eyeballs and intestines are all squeezed and cut by the steel rods, like a precise and cruel operation, the joints and All the organs for observing the environment lost their specific functions, and all their combat power was crushed by this terrifying opponent in the first round!

Almost at the same time as the forklift was backing out of the house, an astonishing burst of bullets and flames erupted from the driver's seat towards John Bogle.

Jiaolong's Mieling magazines had been used up, and the gunshots from the secondary weapon, Lei Fengheng, could be heard endlessly. Every graphite dust burst from the high-pressure air mass bombarded John, who was avoiding hastily, creating a terrifying hole, like a planer for peeling potato skins.

John wanted to escape—

——He had never seen such a terrifying and violent opponent.

No matter what period it is, the kings around Aohen Mingde, or its green gold guards, its Guangling Zhixi, its heroic red stone people or its insidious and vicious blue stone people, are not as good as this [faded By].

The erratic ghost followed the air waves stirred up by the gun flames and was blown away into the distance, but was stopped by the air mass of psionic ammunition that exploded in mid-air. After seeing the power of modern firearms, John Borg finally recognized the reality.

At the moment, he is Melody Zong sitting in a convertible car, with his mind wide open. The organs and props in the house were destroyed by the barbaric machinery and the wall almost immediately, and the energy network of the spirit body was blocked by the strange magic catalyst. , if he remains still for even three seconds, this ruthless killer will wipe him out completely!

Must take the initiative to attack!

As long as [Terror Art·Horror Art] can touch this guy! make him my slave

Although this kid looks short, he is not as strong and tall as Sigma. But the guy who can push me, John Borg, into a desperate situation must have a strong elemental quality, which can become a very powerful servant.

To survive this period of time, as long as we survive this rain of fire! The moment he changed the magazine! The moment the right arm is exposed! It's now!

In the narrow alley, the forklift followed the action of Xue Ming's foot stepping on the accelerator, bursting out with surging power.

It crashed into the old house again, and John Bogle's spirit body turned into a cheese form full of holes, but the soul power still worked. This is his trump card, the terrifying evolution obtained from [Original Seed] , the divine power that can turn any living body into a deformed flesh and blood.

At the critical moment of reloading, John Berger's eyes widened——

——The posture of the young man holding the gun has never changed. He just tapped the release button lightly, and a steel arm shining with silver light helped him complete the reloading action, as if the overall state of the gun had never changed , has been spewing tongues of fire. The bomb feeding mechanism didn't react at all, and the continuous extraction of shells was not affected in the slightest.

He has no weaknesses! John Bogle's hypothetical weakness simply does not exist!

The dilapidated spirit body pounced towards Xue Ming, even at the risk of extinction, as long as he touched the young man before the spirit body was completely wiped out, [Terror Art·Horror Art] would be effective!

The spirit-killing bullets were continuously pressed from the pistol case into the rifle case through the delicate fingers of [Fragrant Fantasy], and the continuous and dense firepower network seemed unable to stop this century-old ghost.

In the background of "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio" in the legend of gods and monsters, John Berger is also a corporate leadership talent at the level of the Montenegro old demon, and it is not so easy to kill at all. The exterminator bullet can cut off the head of the bartender Alpha, and hit the mentally strong John Bogle, at most it can only create a large number of trachoma holes the size of a thumb.

The distance between the two is getting closer, and the distorted knuckles are about to touch Xue Ming's brain!

From the tall and straight bridge of the nose like an iron sculpture, the toes and claws of [Fragrant Fantasy] suddenly protruded! It firmly held John Bogle's finger!

But this strange spirit body blessed by [Original Seed] was like a ball of plasticine, it suddenly deformed and pierced Xue Ming's armed right arm.

John Bogle was ecstatic: "Successful!"

But in the next moment, this battle-hardened old monster couldn't laugh anymore.

Dazzling light burst out from Jiang Xueming's cuff, almost lighting up the night.

The incompetent work that was swung suddenly was like a magical weapon that urges the tendons to break the bones, and smashed the flesh and blood flowers that bloomed from the right arm. The thousands of degrees of fire almost evaporated the nose and mouth of Old John. , to cut the spirit body's brain in half.

The evil souls floating in the air finally ushered in the beginning of the end.

The two blood-red eyes can still see the cold-faced evil star sitting in the driver's seat of the forklift, he is holding the bloody arm that was broken by his own hands.

The cross scar that had just started to mutate remained at the wrist pulse of the arm, and then lost all vitality, and the granulation gradually spread, and then stopped abruptly in the fire.

He still seems to be curious, Hunwei is holding the panacea, as if he is thinking about whether to take this arm back, or simply grow it out again, the disgust on his face seems to say [how about first? Put the old one aside, and a new arm can barely be used].

All of John Bogle's thinking and all his sanity dissipated in the heaven and earth, and was beaten into a handful of scorched toner under the divine power of Mingde's remains.

The forklift has been scrapped, but the cleaning work has to continue.

Xue Ming casually threw the severed arm aside, tore off the spirit clothes, took off the wig, counted the ammunition, and entered the shop again. He felt that although the leader of the bandit had died in the second round of the battle, the freak he left behind was still alive. To live, they must be exterminated.

Without the hindrance of the spirit clothing, Fenfang Huanmeng was finally able to leave the body completely and enter the narrow living room. Xueming completely gave up on the dragon and used Lei Fengheng as the main weapon.

He went back to the aisle behind the revolving door and walked forward. From the hidden doors of the movie posters on both sides of the studio, a flesh and blood aberration was thrown out. The monster's low-lying posture was extremely difficult to aim at, and his waist was crushed by his foot. .

The bone spur pierced into his instep, but he didn't hesitate at all. The moment the enemy's mobility was cut off, the rain of bullets and the steel mace started working together.

The fragrant dream is never the main weapon he uses to kill the enemy. This fragile spirit is protected by him in the physical body. He will use this ultimate weapon only when he is in a dead end and has to fight for his life.

Before entering the next room, the lovely and pitiful singer hid in the poster and shivered. She, like Lord Sigma and the bartender Alpha, had the appearance of a red-skinned, black-haired, red-eyed devil. The uninvited guest was under her nose He trampled Master John's guard dog to death, and the spirit body pulled out the bone nail that pierced the sole of his foot for him.

The fighting posture is exactly the same as Bruce Lee in the movie poster "Game of Death", and even the height and body shape of the two are like double images.

How is this weak and weak in the mouth of Lord Sigma!

When Miss Beta covered her mouth and trembled in fear——

——A hand lifted the poster in the aisle of the studio, and the muzzle of a gun stuck in.

The screaming stopped abruptly in the middle, and turned into the weak moan of the female ghost. The mouthpiece of the clay puppet was made of sewing machine oil and pigskin fabric. Xiao was overwhelmed by the gunfire, and immediately disappeared into nothingness.

Going further inside, we can see the bullet casings all over the floor in the entertainment room where the tea party was held.

The scattered magazines indicate that a fierce battle took place here, and there are a large number of flesh and blood deformities. As John Bogle said, there are sixteen strong monsters squatting in every corner of the pavement.

Counting from the first table, the poor worms who were cleaned up by the bullets will not go into details.

The fresh blood in the kitchen was a new wound on Xue Ming's body. He escaped from the fume window of the cabinet, went downstairs to get a fire ax that was redder than blood, and crawled back again, turning into blood. Head start.

The two corpses lying on the cauldron are the spoils of the axe, and the charred side of the good brother is the victim of the flour explosion.

The incompetent work fell on the main stage of the hall, and was inserted on the heads of two crocodile-shaped monsters with a body length of more than four meters. The oxide layer on the two steel maces has completely fallen off, exposing the rusty iron inside.

The broken bone kitchen knife whirled and flew into the big screen, chopping the flesh and blood dolls in the secret door into expired appetizers.

At this very moment, Jiang Xueming just supported a monster with a strong and luxurious brass chair, and slammed the ax into the monster's [flower heart]. Immediately afterwards, they repeatedly avoided and retreated to the main stage to deal with the last serpentine monster.

He kicked away the wiring ducts on the stage, cut open the thick copper wire cables, and threw the live wire ends at the monster's mouth.

Just listen to the crisp note of the fuse burning and tripping——

——and the last sound of the ax blade falling to the ground, and the sound of the ax breaking and flying.

The indoor security light was on, and under the green light, Jiang Xueming was covered in blood, much redder than the devil.

There was no trace of normal skin on his bald scalp, and it was difficult to even open his eyes.

The scene was very quiet, so quiet that the sound of a needle falling could be heard.

His inspiration finally returned to calm, and Fragrant Dream couldn't smell anything strange.

Extracted from the brains of two elite monsters, this pair of steel maces needs to be recast. The fitness props sent by Mr. Wen Bucai have completed their historical mission, and it is time to change into a form to deal with monsters.

Xueming returned to the entrance and took in the fresh air. He felt sore and unbearable. The tiger's mouth was swollen with deep scars. After the severed arm grew back, the moment the flesh and blood were rebuilt, it was difficult for this arm to immediately invest in it. In the efficient killing link.

In the hot summer, he seemed to have just returned from a pool party and a ketchup festival held in hell.

In addition to the cordon and police cars at the scene, Sima Yao brought two ice creams, Oreo Maixuanfeng from McDonald's for 15 yuan to buy one and get one free, and was going to give Xueming a surprise—after all, she was poor, so she went by the way before. Lemon tea needs an explanation.

Just twenty minutes of work. Jiang Xueming left the deformed Jiaolong, Lei Fengheng full of scars, and half of the fire ax as evidence, and all the magazines left at the scene had to be taken back and handed over to Tianshu's logistics.

Sima Yao: "What the hell did you do when I was queuing at McDonald's?"

Jiang Xueming wiped the blood off his hands, but before he could wipe the blood off his face, he took away the small dessert gift from Sima Yao.

"The mission is completed, unfortunately, a hostage died."