Abyss Express

Chapter 7dix① The Bullet Or The Blade·The blade or the bullet

Youth is the most beautiful period of life.

——Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

"[Platina Jazz·Platina Jazz]!"

A strong wind emerged from the temporary camp, blowing away the poisonous miasma smoke in the southeastern mountains——

——The Jewel Knight manifested his spiritual form from Dr. Maguire’s shoulder and neck, and punched Billy Hall in the head!

In just a moment, Billy the Kid's head was bruised and bleeding, his skull pressure was unbalanced, and his eyes turned white. He watched Lao Ma's skill of pinching the electric knife to trim the brain - in the blink of an eye, layers of spiritual silk threads were wrapped in sticky The panacea serum was used to re-sew the wound.

This craniotomy operation only took two or three seconds. In the time it took Brother Jun to pour water out of the pot, the hidden injuries in Billy the Kid's head were all detected.

"Hey? Oops!" Billy regained consciousness and was punched by [Platina Jazz·Platina Jazz]. His body felt like an electric shock. He made a small program to upgrade the firmware in his head, suddenly shut down for a few seconds, and then restarted immediately. .

Maguire kicked open his backpack, and several comic books fell out, including plasticine and pencils, a dice cup for gambling, and an identity card.

Putting aside these clutter, the surgeon flipped through a pile of Saladin's tung leaves to the medical record book and opened a separate page for Billy the Kid.

"Are you uncomfortable anywhere else?"

Maguire bit the end of his pencil, and this reliable brother with strong eyebrows and thick lips showed a sharp look.

"For example, stiffness in the hands and feet, numbness in the limbs, tingling sensation in the skin and spine."

Billy immediately responded: "My back hurts. My back hurts all the time."

Maguire: "Then please get down."

During the consultation session, Foianini felt bored and saw a comic book in Mr. Maguire’s doctor’s bag, so he immediately went over to take a closer look——

——There are many, many ghostly drawings in the book, and the things that were added later have a childlike feel like adding drama to the illustrations in our elementary school textbooks.

For example, the beautiful character who just appeared was painted with a pencil on a dress, and notes were added next to the dialog box.

[The clothes are too revealing, I have to put on some clothes for you. ]

Foianini was confused and walked over to Mr. Maguire holding the comic book——

"——Hello, Mr. Maguire. Was this painted by your child?"

Maguire was rolling Billy Horn's eyelids when he was suddenly squeezed. This man, who was originally calm and gentle, became crazy and furious in an instant.

"Who asked you to come closer? You bitch!"

Foianini was scolded and his face turned pale with fright: "Hey!~"

Maguire scolded sternly: "While I'm examining the patient! Don't come over and disturb me! The odor on your body is almost reaching my nose!"

"I'm sorry!" Foianini quickly put down the comic book, and the energetic boy stood at attention before he dared to bow and apologize.

Before his fingers left Billy's eyelids, the old horse's expression changed from angry to gloomy and depressed. He continued: "It's not that you are dirty, Foianini."

Foianini was confused: "Huh?"

"If you like it, the comic book will be given to you." Lao Ma explained: "Mr. Gunsmith is a very professional psychiatrist. I thought his students should be like him, able to stay focused and someone worthy of relying on."

"But when you suddenly come closer, I really can't continue to practice medicine. The injured and the patient's body will emit a unique smell - as long as I smell these pheromones, the body's odor can also help me judge the condition."

"The process of diagnosis is very important. Injuries and diseases also have their own doors of death - prescribing the right medicine is the process of breaking through the door of death."

"You have also suffered a lot of mental damage. Your eyes are full of bloodshot eyes. You need to supplement lutein. Your liver's hematopoietic function is not enough. This smell mixed with Billy Horn's body odor will interfere with my health." judge."

"Well" Foianini backed away with his arms around the comic book.

Maguire continued to answer the next question: "As for the graffiti on the comic book, that was not done by my children - or, I am not married yet, and I have no plans to have children, it was painted by me."

"Hey!" Brother Jun happened to come in from outside the tent with a food bowl: "Isn't this old boy quite childlike?"

The stench of the big wolf was mixed with the smell of grass and mud. As soon as his head popped up, [Sir Platinum] kicked him out. He caught the iron bowl of food firmly and the incarnation slowly floated back to Maguire.

After a few minutes, the intracranial imaging (physics) procedure was completed, and the consultation session was also completed. It was the stethoscope's turn to work, and Maguire began to raise and lower his hands on Billy the Kid, tapping everywhere.

"What happened to your thoracic spine?" Maguire put his hand on Billy Horn's chest and felt a foreign object.

Billy doesn’t know what’s going on——

——He fought several life-and-death battles, and the blood eagle monsters came one after another. He had no chance of surgery at all, so he relied on panacea to survive.

Panacea cannot help this physical body to straighten its veins and straighten its bones. If foreign body fragments remain in the body, they will naturally turn into hyperplasia, which will compress blood vessels and nerves over time, causing bones to become dislocated.

"I'm going to open your chest. This thoracic vertebra is very critical. If something goes wrong with it, and you encounter a life-or-death crisis, your body will betray you." Maguire said this, taking the scalpel and preparing it. Disembowel.

A few more minutes passed, and Lao Ma carefully took out four fragments from Billy Horn's sternum.

These fragments have a special shape, like some kind of religious talisman, perhaps a personal belonging of Billy Horn. When fighting the Blood Eagle monster, the boy's chest was injured, and this small object was also embedded in the bone.

"This." Judging from the tin-iron luster, Billy recognized this thing.

Foianini asked curiously: "What? I've never seen it."

"This is the necklace Faye Florsalin gave me." Speaking of this, Billy's face gradually darkened.

"A very interesting little object." Mr. Maguire tilted his head, washed away the blood on the tin piece, and pieced together a strange human-shaped object: "It looks like the image of a certain mythological character. Can you tell me about it? Billy ·Horn?”

"It is the spider goddess of the Hopi tribe." Billy explained the origin of this item: "I am originally from Mexico, and I also have a little inspiration."

"I have been able to see all kinds of strange things since I was a child, and I like to draw the strange things in my dreams."

"Faye Florsalin saw my painting and gave this to me."

"She said it was an Indian myth."

"To put it simply, at the beginning of the world, everything was nothingness, and there was no concept of time and space."

"There is a Supreme Will called Teowa, and it is the Creator."

"It creates incarnations in the human world, one is called Sotunan, and the other is a goddess who looks like a spider."

“The Creator divided the world into three levels, one above ground and two below ground.”

"Suotunan is responsible for creating the world on the ground, and the Spider Goddess is the ruler of the two underground worlds."

"The Spider Goddess used different colors of soil to create different races of people."

"We Homo sapiens are the fourth type of human race created by the Spider Goddess. The previous three types of ancient humans have all perished due to various reasons."

"The first type of ancient people can understand each other's thoughts without language. They were powerful and arrogant. They tried to overthrow the Creator and questioned the Creator's authority, so they were destroyed by the fire surging underground."

"The second type of ancient people did not understand the language, had no culture and intelligence, and could not live in harmony with all living things. The pressure of survival turned them into seeds of hatred and resentment. These [people] are more like a kind of people who have accepted the favor of the gods. , powerful beasts, so the Creator brought frost to freeze all things and destroyed them.”

"The third type of ancient people can speak and understand Chinese characters, understand astrology and geography, and can form powerful countries and prosperous city-states. Because of this, wars are ignited between countries and between tribes, and there are always endless wars. Endless battles to seize other tribes' territories and populations - before everything was burned to the ground, the Creator called a flood to destroy this crazy race."

"The spider goddess couldn't bear to see the third type of ancient people die, so she left the kind people among them and planted huge reed seedlings."

"People climbed up along the reed stems for a long time, living and multiplying on this main stem. I don't know how long it took before people got out of the ground and came to the above-ground world managed by Suotunan."

"The thing I dreamed about when I was a kid was the Spider Mother from Hopi mythology."

Billy Horn held up the Sikkim amulets without any nostalgia. He blew them gently and they floated out of the tent, leaving nothing behind.

"It's a very interesting story." Dr. Maguire lay on his side on the sleeping bag, hanging the scalpel on his finger, and turned the knife around and over on his fingertip: "So, the thing you dreamed about should be the original seed? "

"I don't know." Billy the Kid never talked about these things, just like we might keep the diary from elementary school and leave some drawing homework - but until we forget these objects ourselves, maybe it It will not be passed on to others, and there will be no opportunity to share it with others.

"It seems that Faye Frosalin thinks you have extraordinary psychic talents." Maguire said solemnly: "You are a genius, Billy Horn."

Billy the Kid didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't underestimate me. I'm just an ordinary person. I can't achieve anything. If I didn't have the gunsmith teacher, I don't even know what I could do."

"Never satisfied, this is the characteristic of genius." Maguire changed the subject, "As for the legendary story about the origin of the Sotunan spirit - as a red stone man, I also listened to JOE As the story grows, it can be related to Vincent, also known as Wen Bucai.”

If the Spider Goddess is Gaia’s mother, then according to the evolutionary path of the mortal world, Wen Bucai, an extremely special individual who evolved from Luca (the oldest organic matter) to become the ultimate life, should be the agent of the Creator left in the mortal world. .

Just like every time Wen Bucai is fatally injured and falls into a near-death state, various disastrous climates and unimaginable geological movements will occur - he is more like an extinct body, like the disaster of Gaia's mother switch.

Such a powerful life, such a perfect spirit and body, if it cannot survive even without talent, then in the eyes of the Spider Goddess, the structure of the biosphere should have entered a state of disease and blindness, and the eating efficiency of carnivores It's too high, and even a person with no talent can't escape from this barbaric and bloody hunting activity. This land needs to be cleansed and exterminated.

Foianini had no time to care about fairy tales; he was more concerned about the token.

"Hey! You just threw it away? Don't want it anymore?"

But Billy said something very strange, yet very familiar.

The gunsmith teacher also said this -

"--I do not care anymore."

Billy Horn no longer cares about anything related to Faye Florsalin. He once fell in love with a phantom, and the illusion cast by this phantom made him obsessed.

The gunsmith teacher said that it is difficult to get out of hallucinations and requires great pain.

What the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult uses to control people's hearts is not only promises, not only beautiful doctrines or profit pie - but also the fear of disillusionment.

People are afraid that these good expectations will fail, and they are afraid that all this is false, so they are firmly controlled. Just like stocks and house prices - just money interests in a secular sense can also use fear to make a person become Fragile, changed beyond recognition. What about these cults that specialize in spiritual harm?

Billy Horn came out, he accepted all this, and breaking free from the thick cocoon was also an opportunity for his transformation.

"I suddenly discovered" that this young man also started to rummage through his backpack and took out various tools from the backpack.

There is a level tripod, a vernier drawing board and a folding workbench, and there are many, many mechanical pencils.

He finally found a bullet——

"-I still like this, I love it, I love bullets and knives."

The night is already dark, but the lights of Baibei Harbor have not been extinguished.

First, there was a butterfly incarnation in the Laibei Granary. The psychic disaster caused by it made the place full of ghosts, and not a single living thing was found within a six-kilometer radius.

When the noise of Di Lao turning around gradually subsided and Chen Guo's local army wanted to take back this land, someone was already waiting for them.

Four steamships carried more than sixty heavily armed troops, all veterans of tough battles. They formed a vanguard group and almost without bloodshed took control of the key hinterland of Daoheng County.

Along with the steamship, there were two materialist infantry combat platforms, red salamanders for underwater combat, and Big Frog, which had been repaired and maintained and was good at mountain marching, and rushed to the front line immediately.

These steel giants appeared in the Laibei Port area. When they walked on the street and made earth-shattering notes, the morale of Chen Guo's Feihuying officers and soldiers also collapsed. There was almost no resistance and they regarded these things as gods. Ordinary people just bow to the mechanism spell. Just after sending away Yu Xian'er, he immediately found a new god to kneel to.

Back at Baibei Port, the gunsmith happened to finish the task handover and sent part of the recording and log to the scout team. In the middle of the night, he saw a motorboat carrying familiar people slowly docking.

A little brother with white hair jumped off the boat. He looked like

"Holy shit!~" Xueming almost didn't recognize it.

That guy with white hair and golden eyes, who is 1.9 meters tall, is Bu Liuxing.

Meteor almost didn’t recognize Xueming——

——Because this "Arhat"'s hair has become shorter, his beard has grown longer, his spirit body has eaten a lot of sub-gold substances, and his spiritual pressure has also changed.

"Me Qiao?!~" Meteor's tone was even weirder and more artificial. He covered his chin and looked left and right, making his golden pupils wide open. He kept repeating the focus at night: "Brother Ming?"

It seems that both of them have practiced hard, and they have become inhuman form.

Bu Liuxing: "Is it really you?"

Jiang Xueming: "High five?"

The two clapped their hands and fisted each other, then held each other tightly.

The whole process is very fast, and the meteor falls asleep even faster.

Xueming released SD's superpower, but the big guy was still confused when he got up from the mud.

Meteor said to Xiao Qi who was watching anxiously: "Yes, sister-in-law, I've tested it and it's him right."

Ms. Bai Zijin couldn’t laugh or cry, and finally found a chance to speak——

——The content of the conversation was like sending Xueming home for the first time, almost gibberish.

She had too many things to say, just like every time she waited for the gunsmith and the war king to come home.

"your bell"

Jiang Xueming: "Sorry, I shook it."

Bai Zijin: "I can't hear you!"

Jiang Xueming: "Then blame it."

Bai Zijin: "Is it too late again?"

"Never." Jiang Xueming said: "Teacher Su Ling has always been helping me. She takes good care of me. She cares about you especially, so she does her best to protect me."

Bai Zijin: "Can I hug you? My husband?"

"I suspect you are being weird, and I don't know who you learned it from." Jiang Xueming smiled and said, "Next time, I'll ask Ah Xing to let you order."

At this time, Woodpluck jumped out of the motorboat.

"Ahem! Ahem! Let's talk about work first?"

Jiang Xueming pointed in the direction of Baibei Hotel: "Mr. Wood, the brothers are all at the Pier Hotel!"

"On behalf of Keshuai, I would like to extend my respectful greetings to you, my gunsmith!" Mr. Wood first winked at his right eye in a flattering manner, and then whispered: "I have followed you to cheer you up twice. I had no chance of going to the front line.”

"It would be great if you could come." Jiang Xueming followed Yi and got to the same height and whispered: "I have never seen anyone who is engaged in internal affairs work who has free time to come to the front line to condolences the officers and soldiers during the hot war. Under such circumstances, you come here. I’m sure something’s up—just tell me if you have something.”

"Hi! I wanted to give you a surprise! It's not in vain that we have walked so long and far along the Copper River Basin and done so much ground work!" Wood Placker opened his arms and showed his face Smile: "You killed Judas. This is just an incarnation, but incarnations can also be used as incarnations."

"This news will spread throughout Shambhala. Buddha Lingguang is dead. We have at least two corpses available. In Keshuai's eyes, this is the most powerful weapon - a god who can demoralize the enemy and turn the tide of the war in an instant. Soldier."

"Mr. Ping An and I are busy in Dadongnan just to bring you strong support."

"With the permission of Aohun Mingde, the boss immediately boldly plotted the next action before he finished writing the last self-reflection letter."

"Listen! Gunsmith! Listen carefully!"

There was a strong buzzing sound in the sky, and a dozen black shadows streaked across the night sky in Baibei Port area.

The gunsmith took the night vision device from Mr. Wood and saw the luminous identification friend-or-foe markings clearly, and could also identify the specific information of these reflective light sources.

It was an early warning formation composed of three Shendiao drones and a manned tactical electronic aircraft, as well as some scattered small bombardiers and reconnaissance aircraft cruising nearby.

"This is."

In Shambhala, the gunsmith, as a special forces soldier, finally received a reliable firepower backup team.

"There's more!" Woodpluck pointed his finger at the sky, "There's more!"

There was a loud crackling sonic boom in the sky, and the ice on the Wujiang River had just melted, and suddenly there were violent waves——

——The strong wind blew Xiaoqi's hair horizontally, and the night mist caused the sharp blade of the divine sword to tear apart.

It was a formation composed of five carrier-based modified Xiaolong JF-17 fighters, or a two-seater version with a foreign trade belt. These magical weapons flew across the river at low altitude, met the gunsmith, continued to climb, and quickly disappeared. In the night.

The cabinet of the Council of Five Kings was empty. When we came to the top terrace, our good cat was surrounded by a pile of "homework".

The last time I went to East Malaysia Port, I unilaterally tore up the ban regulations of the "Guanjue Convention". In order to add lucky buffs to the second-level preparation team, Aohui Mingde paid a heavy price. It needed to sign a series of additional agreements. The security visit of the Security Council, the economic sanctions imposed by various trading partners, and the nuclear bomb - they turned into paper documents that towered into the sky, and turned into BOSS sitting in jail and holding a conference.

But it was still very happy and proud.

When the poor people from the Pentagon and various NSAs come to it -

——The Security Council representative asked this matter in a low voice, but did not dare to speak loudly at all.

"Why does Shambhala Sendai Prefecture have an aircraft carrier battle group?"

"That's just a fishing boat." Good Cat put down the pen and corrected him: "Children are ignorant and built it for fun. And it's not a battle group. It's just a larger fishing boat with more fuel - other frigates. Oh. No, the other smaller fishing boats are all trophies I got from Lieyang Castle."

"Why this fishing boat?" The Secretary of State of the United States also came and asked with a cold sweat on his head: "Are there any fighter planes?"

BOSS blinked his big, watery eyes and was very honest.

"Everything you pick up is picked up. The underground world is full of wonders. You can even pick up Soviet cannons and thermonuclear bombs lost by the United States."