Marvel – Immortal Path

Hell's Kitchen, Hell'Kitchen.

The name may be a vulgar food show elsewhere, but for the residents of Manhattan Island, the name means a dirty, run-down, and backward slum.

Hell's Kitchen is located on the west coast of Manhattan Island. It is a rectangular area bounded by 59th Street and 24th Street from the north to the south, 8th Avenue to the east and Hudson River to the west,

The working class mainly consists of Irish immigrants and is known for its messy and backward living quality, serious ethnic conflict and high crime rate.

As night falls, the dazzling neon lights color the sky, and the tall buildings cast huge shadows, covering the sparse crowds in small groups on the streets.

Pattern.

A pair of boots smashed a puddle on the road, and refused to be splashed by the sewage received by the sewer pipe.

The owner of the boots is a young girl with long black hair.

Her face is exquisite and small, but the heavy bags under the eyes make her look rather haggard, and her eyes drifting away from her unfocused pupils make it even more doubtful whether she has just drunk too much.

The girl's steps were a little staggering. She stretched out her hand to support the wall, pressing her white palm against the dilapidated wall full of graffiti, stained with dust.

At the end of the alley, a few Irish youngsters wearing loose sweatpants were leaning against the corner and swallowing fog. From the transparent plastic bag they tucked in their trouser pockets, it could be seen that they were not cigarettes. It is a prohibited consumer product of the Dicotyledon class Nettle.

There was a muddy breath from the girl's throat. She stood up swayingly, stepped on the silted dirt on the mud surface, tapped soundly, and slowly moved towards the end of the alley.

The Irish youths blew a whistle, stared at the girl's curve and laughed harboring malicious intentions, leaning against the wall, stood up lazily, and sealed the exit of the alley.

This is Hell's Kitchen, the slum with the worst public security environment, so whether it is robbery of money or sex, it is a matter of course.

The surveillance cameras on the street corners have been dealt with long ago. Even the New York Police Department's stubs, I don’t want to spend more time in Hell's Kitchen and place more surveillance. Anyway, there are not many cameras. Tian will be stolen and sold.

"Hey, girl, do you need help?"

The leading Irish youth straightened up oneself's thin body, laughed dissolutely, and touched it with his palm tattooed with gangsters azure stubble.

His gaze flicked over the delicate face of the girl, like examining a delicious lamb about to step into a desperate trap.

"..."

The girl raised her head in confusion, her white and gentle neck like a jade stone, so that Irish youth swallowed saliva and said involuntarily.

"...people." She said: "I want to find someone."

"...Who do you want to find? We can find someone for you." Ireland The young people smiled at each other and slowly gathered around. One or two faintly put their palms into their trouser pockets-judging from the shape of the trouser pockets on both sides, there were either switchblades or pistols in them.

"No trouble."

The girl laughed happily, and pushed her long black hair to her ears, "I have found it."

The Irish youths were puzzled at first, and then this confusion quickly turned into fear.

I saw the girl raised her head high, the angle formed by the upper and lower jaws far exceeded 90°, her mouth was completely grinned to the base of her ears, and her mouth was exposed to the air.

With the sound of the air leak of "Bah Bah", countless slender hairs spread from the girl's throat and overflowed her mouth.

These entangled flesh whiskers are like tree roots, close and numerous, coiled and entangled.

The top can also bloom into four petals like a rose, revealing the hollow tubular groove inside the beard and the jagged fangs inside and outside the groove.

Fear immediately grabbed the hearts of Irish youths. They had never seen such a horrible sight, their backs were sweaty, their scalps were numb, and their legs were fighting.

Fortunately, the illicit drugs just consumed ensured the final trace of clarity, allowing these young people to choose to turn around, use their hands and feet together, flee in panic, and screams of unknown meaning in their mouths.

However, the whiskers extending from the girl’s throat moved faster than they thought.

Like a chameleon vomiting a powerful tongue full of muscle fibers, each fleshy whisker is compressed, contracted, immediately stretched, and relaxed, like a long whip, wrapping around the necks of the young people.

Like a python's powerful strangling force, the Irish youth cannot break free.

They used all their strength and tried to dig into the gap between the beard and the neck with their fingertips. However, the body that had been squeezed dry by the wine-colored medicine was not explosive at all, and they could only watch. The beard slowly pryed open oneself's teeth and inserted it into the throat without any doubt.

The sensation of foreign body intrusion induces the desire to vomit, but what scares the young people even more is what the fleshy whiskers do.

If there is a gastroscope that can be inserted into their stomachs at this time, they can clearly see that the fleshy whiskers have opened the top "petals", and countless pale and tiny insect eggs that are as small as rice grains have been injected. Into the stomach.....

In a few seconds, or half a century, the beard finally slowly released its restraints and pulled it out of the throat.

The young Irish fell to the ground feebly. Their stomachs were abnormally swollen, reminiscent of the children in Black Africa whose bellies were swollen due to malnutrition.

"Oh..."

The leading Irish youth clasped his own throat, but found nothing but vomiting out a puddle of clear water.

"monster, monster!"

Someone drew a take action gun, the muzzle was aimed at the girl's raised head, and the trigger was pulled down in a chain.

However, those pistol bullets whose initial velocity exceeded the speed of sound were intercepted by the fleshy beard in midair, and none of them fell.

Dang Cang Dang Cang.

The meat must loosen the bullets, and the copper bullets slammed into the ground.

The girl took these tentacles into oneself's throat leisurely, stretched out her green fingers, and wiped off the transparent mucus on her lips.

She raised her cuffs, looked at her watch, and said casually: "You also...twenty seconds."

What twenty seconds?

No one really asked the question, so Shi Shiran added: "Twenty seconds later, you will complete the transformation and become God’s apostles just like me."

Obviously, this is not a good thing. The Irish youths with swollen belly used their hands and feet together, dragging their swollen bodies with difficulty, and moved towards the end of the alley.

One step, two steps, one step, two steps.

Twenty seconds are here.

Those Irish youths who can walk to the end of the alleys stopped. Their belly has returned to normal. Except for the occasional insect egg pouring from the eye sockets, nostrils, and ear canals, they almost Ordinary people are no different.

These young people who have completed the transformation turned around, kneeling on the ground in unison, offering their loyalty to the girl.

And the lithe and graceful girl softly gave her own will: "In the name of Apocalypse, spread the plague."