Abyss Express

[Part ①·The mechanisms are exhausted]

"You guy! What did you do to Teacher Victor?!" Jack Martin roared: "Change him back quickly! Change him back quickly!"

In the dark cellar, the "doll" in the hands of the collector was still struggling, and a delicate and sharp female voice came from the throat of the little black-haired beauty——

"——My strength has also become smaller, and I can't seem to feel the pain? What kind of evil method is this?"

David Victor's little head almost rotated 180 degrees on the spot. He stared blankly at Jack Martin, unable to make any vivid expression.

Jack was so frightened that he trembled all over, and was forced to stand upright by the pale and lifeless eyes of this strange doll.

"Teacher Victor!?"

David was surprised and delighted: "Oh! You can actually twist your head behind your back!"

"Evil!" Jack finally broke free from the rope.

Originally, the arms of the three brothers were behind their backs and tied together back to back. Without one Victor, he could barely regain control of his right hand——

——Jack Martin was furious, pointed at the collector’s nose, and yelled.

"Give teacher Victor back to me! Otherwise"

The collector looked at Jack meaningfully, as if he had heard this voice somewhere but could not remember it.

The big boss has never shown his true face, but his voice cannot be changed, no matter how he lowers his voice or changes his tone. There won’t be much difference in the basic timbres produced by Jack’s and Big Boss’ vocal cords.

"What else would happen?"

The collector asked back, his thick fingers slowly grazing the top of the black-haired beauty's head——

"-Stop it!~" Jack's face turned pale, and he felt as if his bladder was out of control again.

The Collector then asked, "What's going to happen? Jack Martin? How dare you?"

His fingers squeezed the doll's arm so tightly that Jack Martin's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets.

"Click!" With a sound, the arm fell off the shoulder of the fishtail skirt.

"It was actually pulled out! It was pulled out!" Jack bit his nails, nervous and excited, as if a phantom pain was transmitted to his brain.

Victor didn't cry out in pain. After losing his arm, he didn't seem to feel any pain. He just watched blankly as the severed arm left the skirt and the doll's body - it was still twitching and trembling, clenching its fists and curling its fingers unnaturally. It's no longer under Victor's control!

"Jack Martin, show me your courage!" the collector urged, clamping the severed arm with his little and ring fingers, and then moved his thumb and index finger to the doll's head again, gently clamping Victor's ears.

"What will happen?!" Jack Martin's voice began to hoarse, his saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he fell into a state of extreme fear, and even his heart began to ache: "Are you going to twist off Teacher Victor's head? "

"Yes!" the collector said bluntly: "You want to save him? Then show your most heroic and powerful posture - otherwise a cowardly and incompetent pug like you is not worthy of becoming my collection."

With that said, the collector slowly opened his coat with his other hand, and saw that the puppet Mr. Jerrys on the hook had been eaten through by gluttonous worms——

——The fat white worms moved in and out of the puppet's body, greedily gnawing at Jerrys's essence.

He used this method to raise the White Lady. The more rare collections should be collected separately and should not be hung in ponchos.

Jack Martin wanted to summon the power of the soul, but he was afraid that this terrifying and bizarre sight would almost take away all his intelligence——

——This guy actually keeps bugs in his clothes and uses living people as feed! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!

"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!"

"Mr. Wen Bucai will not let you go!"

"Wenbucai! Vincent! Vincent!"

"Wake up! Wake up!"

"Boo!——"

The crisp sound restored Jack Martin's calmness. He was so frightened that his soul left his body. He turned his head slightly, not squeezing against Wen Bucai's body, and returned his eyes to the collector's fingers.

David Victor's head has left his body!

The arms and head rolled back and forth between the collector's fingers, as deftly as juggling coins.

"Ehehehehe!~Ehehehehe!~"

The collector smiles confidently, revealing two rows of healthy white teeth.

"Ehehehehe!~Ehehehehe!~"

"Jack! Your expression is very good! So good! So good! So good!"

"Black Mass·Black Mass! Skin him and tear him apart!"

A domineering crab monster flew out from the collector's body. Its whole body was made of various metal products, like a terrifying beast made of exquisite steel gears!

It rolls over Jack Martin! Peel off a layer of skin and flesh, then quickly hammer and pound! Keep that screaming look!

When Jack came to his senses, he covered his cheeks with his hands, but could not move. His eyes could move freely, and he whimpered and shouted from his throat.

"What's wrong with me? What happened to me?"

Human bones become the frame and human skin becomes the canvas.

Jack Martin became a portrait in an oil painting, with all flesh and blood piled on the pale leather to form this cold and horrifying painting.

"That's great!" The collector put Victor's head back on with a wild smile on his face: "Great harvest! Today is a great harvest!"

After the arms were attached and the doll regained its vitality, David Victor woke up from a strong sense of dizziness and glimpsed the work of art transformed from Jack Martin's body - the artist's intelligence still remained intact. line status.

"The oil paint works are also very good! The combination of brushstrokes and light and shadow is just right!"

"Hey! What's your name? Can I see your work in the Louvre?"

Amid the compliments, the collector seemed to lose himself, joking with the black-haired beauty in his palm -

"——I'm afraid not!~ Ordinary people can't accept asking about the origin of the works, and they can't appreciate these treasures made of human flesh!"

David Victor: "Can you send me there? I want to see clearly! I want to see more clearly!"

"Teacher Victor!" Jack, who was trapped in the canvas, felt unreasonable: "What on earth are you doing?!~"

The collector lowered his head and looked happy, as if he had found his soul mate——

"——Victor!~Victor!~Little naughty! Do you think I don't know?"

"Your eyebrows and eyeliner are all drawn with pens. Maybe the ink can be turned into the curse material of [Hell Highway]. You want to leave some words on this kid? Do you want to awaken his will to fight?"

The tide of psychic energy made the temperature become colder and colder, and David Victor remained silent. It seemed that the powerful enemy in front of him not only had outstanding soul power, but also had cunning and cunning spiritual thinking.

He really wanted to be close to Jack Martin, to leave some order in the oily ink on the puppet.

After turning into a doll, his soul power could no longer leave his body and he lost his superpower of remote hypnosis, but he could write some short commands.

The Collector reattached the head and arms to the ball-shaped joints. While restoring the body of the doll, it also gave Victor some time to breathe. He has gradually adapted to the light arms. He only needs to drill the arms out from the palms of his fingers. You can write! Able to awaken Jack Martin's will to fight!

According to what Jack himself described——

——When this kid shot himself, his soul power could stop the bullet!

If only he could drive out his spirit body! It will definitely break the situation!

[Part②·Use the strong to attack the weak]

"I will not let myself fall into a dangerous situation of weakness." The collector pointed out Victor's little thought: "I like to bully the weak the most!~Little cutie!~"

He played with Victor's head unscrupulously, pulling the puppet's hair and turning his head, going around and around, and then pulled it away.

Victor's head kept turning with the strong pulling force. He felt that the world was deforming and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The collector cursed with a playful smile——

"——Shameless despicable villain! How dare you play tricks? Want to trick me? Impossible!"

"In the face of the absolute power gap! You are not my match at all."

With such a little initial momentum, Victor's puppet head was screwed tightly with a head full of black hair, and the ink on the eyebrows was also thrown onto the hair! It becomes a brush!

"Kill yourself!"

The fierce and vicious order was quickly written on the collector's wrist, and the smile on his face immediately froze.

When David Victor's head stopped spinning and the collector saw the writing on his wrist clearly, there was no follow-up action.

there is none left? Nothing happened? !

The command failed? ! Has the power of Hell's Highway failed?

David Victor was heartbroken and his eyes were gray——

——But the psychic tide does not lie, red flames ignited in the ink, why?

Why didn't it work? Why?

This was the first time that David Victor had a murderous intention towards his enemy. He almost threw away all kindness and wanted to send this hopeless pervert to hell!

Why doesn't it work! Could it be said.

"Ah la la la."

A small window pops out of the collector's white flower collar, and a deformed little head, almost the size of a fist, peeks out from inside. This freaky dwarf is hiding in it, and there is no way Hell's Highway can leave a mark on him.

"Mr. Victor hehehe."

Rumpelstiltskin slowly closed the "collar curtain" to convince the great writer of his defeat.

"This is my greatest work, how about it?"

"Is this tall and strong body also a demon doll?" Victor realized then - he had exhausted all the ways to change his body, and it would be difficult for him to make a comeback.

Jack Martin, who witnessed the whole process, was even more desperate, if [Hell Highway] could not control this guy! Mr. Wen Bucai will be harmed by [Black Mass] again. No matter how strong his body is, no matter how powerful his soul is! You will also become weak! Become a weakling who can be trampled on by others! Become a toy in the hands of collectors!

"Vincent!" David Victor finally understood the situation and his position. He finally became the princess in the fairy tale-waiting for the dragon-slaying warrior to rescue him.

Jack Martin is the pitiful little dog beside the princess, who follows the black-haired beauty to seek help.

"Mr. Vincent! Wake up!"

"Vincent! Vincent! I'm not talented!" Victor screamed uncontrollably, and was stuffed into a glass bottle by the collector, plugged with a cork, and fastened to a belt lanyard, becoming a caged bird.

"Don't sleep! Vincent! You will sleep naturally after death! Why sleep for a long time during your lifetime!" Jack Martin burst out with amazing talent and dug out this Chinese sentence from his mind: "Fuck you! Wake up! "

The Collector slowly moved closer to the round table in the shadows. He was always on guard against the most dangerous and vicious character in the mouth of the big boss - an Oriental with superb marksmanship and deadly fists.

He didn't dare to use the spirit body to attack rashly, because he was afraid that the ghost protector on this strange man would have to be 100% sure -

——This guy really fell asleep! Really fell asleep!

Sleeping like a dead pig, even though his partner screamed and shouted so loudly, he still snored

"Black Mass·Black Mass! Stitches and threads! Ingenious!"

The spirit flew almost close to the floor, the crab bared its teeth and claws, and was about to use the knife when it got close to Vincent's thigh!

"Ada!——"

The dark shark skin penetrated the thigh, and the fist hit the inside of Pan Crab's sword, axe, and hammer, creating a scorching fire.

It strikes a deep seal of spades! The crab staggered, almost falling apart from the sudden punch!

"Vincent!" Jack Martin laughed happily: "I knew it! You can definitely do it!"

The collector's body was unbalanced, and a scream came from the white collar. However, he did not lose his mind due to the death door effect. His legs were shaking and he was still barely able to control the huge demon body, without being completely paralyzed and falling!

Wen Bucai vomited it out on the spot! His eyes were blurred and he was confused, as if the punch just now was just an accidental miracle, and he just happened to wake up for a while - he ate too much, just like when he slaughtered Dolly and swallowed the roast, most of the ribs of this half-sheep were All went into his stomach.

"What a cruel fist" The collector had a ferocious look on his face. The devil felt the pain coming from its master in the chest, and seemed to be sweating and crying along with it - the phantom pain caused by the trauma to the spirit body, from the chin to the chest and lungs. The nerve plexus involved the limbs and arms, and the legs were still shaking crazily.

David Victor sneered: "Look! Look at him! He looks like a wounded tiger!"

"It looks like a newborn sika deer!" Jack shouted: "I can't even stand! Mom! Mom! Where is mom! I want to drink milk! ~ It's so scary!"

"Shut up!" Rumpelstiltskin roared from the collector's chest: "Shut your stinking mouth!"

"Then take a step forward! Try again?!" Jack was still fighting: "Keep going! Keep getting closer! Vincent will definitely smash your head into pieces!"

"Your artistic taste is just a piece of stinking shit!" The black-haired beauty slapped the inner wall of the glass bottle and swung near the collector's belt, trying to use the glass bottle to hit the "giant"'s lifeline: "Then bet A few more steps? Prove your courage!"

"Can he still punch? Can he still stand up? Freak! Do you still dare to touch him?"

Victor used provocation to urge the collector to step forward quickly and die.

"You're not afraid, are you? He has vomited all the poison in his stomach! He's going to get up soon!"

The sudden metallic noise made the two noisy spectators shut their mouths in unison.

The collector took the firearm from the inner pocket and pointed it at Vincent's head. He would never dare to gamble with his life——

"——It seems that making it into a collection is not safe enough, so this is the only solution."