The Chainsaw Man, but the Darkin Sword Demon

His medals, files, materials, objects symbolizing the power and obligations of the president... everything about him has been packed in an exquisite box, and it is quietly placed on the table at this moment.

Standing by the window, looking at the brightly lit night scene of America, he slowly took off his neat and gorgeous suit.

Regardless of the outcome tonight, he will have to retire as president tomorrow—it is better to leave voluntarily than to be kidnapped from the presidential palace by the angry people.

Because he lied to all American citizens.

and people all over the world.

The gun demon that appeared 13 years ago did not "hibernate" at all, but after being defeated, the "gun demon meat" was divided up by various countries.

In other words, in fact, the so-called gun demon has long been a "weapon" that can be manipulated, rather than a time bomb that may destroy the world again at any time.

Even if it is, it is a bomb in the hands of high-level officials in various countries.

And the United States is the country with the most weight among them-the United States has the most gun devil meat slices.

There is a very interesting phenomenon in the Gun Devil's meat slices: no matter how small the meat slices are, unless they are imprisoned, they will automatically approach larger meat slices and then fuse with them.When enough pieces of flesh are fused together, the Gun Demon will be reborn.

However, the high-level officials of various countries declared to the outside world: Try to find enough pieces of meat and fuse them into a large enough piece of meat, and that large piece of meat will move towards the body of the Gun Demon, and eventually lead the demon hunters from all over the world to find the Gun Demon and exterminate.

Everyone thought that the Gun Demon was still lurking in a dark corner waiting for an opportunity; all the demon hunters were working hard to find the gun demon meat, only to finally find and destroy it to avenge all kinds of hatred.

But in fact, the gun demon has long been "dead", and has even been controlled by various countries. The guns in circulation on the market are not obtained from "trading with the gun demon", but are secretly produced and kept in circulation by various countries. It is to let the world always remember the horror of the Gun Demon, so as to maintain the strength of the Gun Demon, and those countries that have the flesh of the Gun Demon in their hands are equivalent to having "nuclear weapons".

On this basis, the United States has the most gun devil meat slices.

Therefore, the United States is also the only country that can directly "contract" the demon of the gun.

The direct contractor is naturally the President of the United States who stands at the pinnacle of American politics.

Now, he is about to contract the Demon of the Gun.

With his back to the box containing all his treasures, he slowly opened his mouth to the night outside the window:

"Demon of the Gun, I offer you two years of the lifespan of the citizens of the United States, please use your strongest strength to kill Maqima and the Mubai who are with Maqima forever..."

call……

A gust of evening wind blows.

The windows were not open, and naturally there would be no air leakage in the presidential palace, but the president really felt the chill of the evening wind.

He knew that it was the feeling of two years of his life being taken away.

And this feeling is happening in every corner of the United States at the moment.

He sighed secretly, then sat back on the presidential seat as if exhausted.

He is destined to be a sinner in history.

He put a hand on the box.

Where and when no one saw, his hand on the table oozes a smear of mucus—a dark purple mucus, like the ooze of some kind of bug.

"Praise nothing..."

At the same time, on the other side of the United States, in a tavern by the sea in San Francisco.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough... cough cough..."

There were bursts of coughing in the bar, and the surrounding guests cast disgusted glances, and even a brawny man who was more flamboyant on weekdays shouted directly: "Hey! Old John! Be careful when you cough, don't put you Spit the stinky phlegm into the wine and sell it to us! Be careful, we will leave without paying any money later!"

"Ahem...you dare to go straight to see if I won't break your leg!" Old John poked his head out from behind the bar counter, pointed at the strong man half-jokingly, and cursed. "You guy owed me $23 last time!"

"Then I'll give you thirty knives and smash your shop!" The strong man cursed back.

"Then I will definitely let your well-exercised buttocks taste like a knife!"

"Wardfa? Did I go to the wrong bar? This is not the Big Bird Bar, right?"

"Screw you!"

The joking quarrel between the two caused everyone to laugh, and the atmosphere in the tavern became a lot more peaceful, and no one cared about Old John's cough anymore.

The people who can come to the dilapidated small bar like "Sunset Spirits" are basically regular customers, and everyone is familiar with it. It is a very classic traditional program to joke and bicker.

There was a jovial air both inside and outside the tavern.

Only Vivian, who had just come down from upstairs, was worried about Old John's sudden cough.

"Father, are you okay?" She patted Old John on the back lightly, hoping that this would make him feel better. "You've had a bad cough today... I think you need a break."

"No, no, no, cough..." Old John waved his hand, "It's just that I accidentally inhaled a big mouthful of dust when I was moving things today. What's the matter?"

"really?"

"Of course it's true, can I still lie to you?"

"Hmm..." Vivienne still looked worried, but she couldn't hold back her father's tough attitude of insisting on working - the business situation of the tavern was really bad, and if she didn't work harder, the tavern might close down at any time.

"Okay, you can go about your business." Old John picked up the tools on the bar and began to clean the glass, a bit like "driving people away".

Vivienne also understood, but she did not leave.

She stood aside silently, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Old John didn't turn his head to look at his daughter, and kept repeating the action of wiping the cup with his hands. It wasn't until nearly 3 minutes later that he whispered in a soft tone:

"I guess you're here to ask me for my opinion, right? You want to go out, but you're afraid that you won't be able to bear the consequences, and even hurt others, aren't you?"

"..." Vivian pursed her lips in silence, then nodded with difficulty.

"Are you worried that you'll make a bad choice?"

"Um……"

"Are you thinking about whether what you are going to do is right and meaningful?"

"Yes, father..."

"Then you are really worrying too much." Old John smiled suddenly, and he put the glass back on the shelf.

"When you want to do it, in fact, you already have the answer in your heart, you just need a recognition with enough weight."

"I...I'm not sure..." Vivian shook her head.

But Old John saw the problem at a glance, "Go, do what you want to do, don't care if it's right or not, and don't care if it will implicate... me."

"But father—"

"There's nothing wrong with that. Do you think your father needs you to protect him? Hey, I'm Old John from Sunset Stout! There's nothing in this world that can stop Old John!"

"Father..." Vivian lowered her head again.

Old John patted her on the shoulder lightly, and continued to encourage: "Go and find Noah. It doesn't matter whether he is good or evil, you just need to remember that he helped you before, and he may need your help now help."

"..." Vivienne was silent for a while.

Moments later, she hugged her father gratefully.

"Thank you, Father."

"You're welcome... Hey, you knocked my cup! The cup!!"

Old John's screams echoed in the bar, and Vivienne pushed open the door of the tavern with a smile on her face.

Yes, she was going to visit Noah - she had thought about it and planned to act on it since she saw Noah turned into a "demon".

She wants to know more about Noah, she wants to know what his real identity is, and why he was charged with killing the principal and absconding in fear of crime.

She wants to know everything about him.

She was once protected by him, and now she is going to help him prove his innocence.

She always believed that that gentle Mr. Noah must be a good man!

Mubai was "tricked" into a remote suburb.

This place is far away from the urban area, there are no pedestrians and houses, and there is only an undeveloped woods and wasteland as far as the eye can see, which looks a bit intrusive under the cover of night.

Mu Bai unhurriedly followed the fleeing demon hunters, like a small game that a predator plays impromptuly before hunting its prey.

He could already smell the breath of the gun demon—that powerful demonic breath had also been verified by Mazima.

But obviously, those demon hunters didn't know that he already knew their "trick", and they were still complacently thinking that they were the hunter, and they were tricking their prey into stepping into the trap step by step.

They even felt that Mu Bai was not deliberately slowing down, but that he really couldn't catch up with them.

Mu Bai felt a little ridiculous.

Today he was going to find the Demon of the Gun.

One is to be able to taste the meat of the "strongest demon" in people's mouth, and the other is to...

Aatrox.

He had promised Aatrox that if there was a chance, he would have Aatrox fight the Gun Demon.

Aatrox wanted to know how strong the demon who "killed 5 million people in 120 minutes" was - he wanted to die, but couldn't; he hoped to find an opponent who could kill him in a smooth battle.

"Ah... Maggot, I should be able to feel that surge of power... We are approaching."

Bursts of bloodthirsty scarlet burst from the hilt of the Darkin Demon Sword, and Aatrox's voice followed.

"I can't wait... Let me meet the strongest man who has set the record for the fastest kill in this world! I want to fight it! I want to cut open its flesh and pull out its spine! Or, be killed by it! !"

"Right away." Mubai replied to Aatrox while continuing to run after those American demon hunters.

After a while, those people finally stopped.

This is a deep mountain, not to mention the bustling streets within a few miles, even donkeys who explore the mountain will not choose this ghostly place full of wolves, tigers and leopards.

Mu Bai also stopped, looking at those people with great interest.

Their task was accomplished and their purpose achieved.

But they didn't look happy, on the contrary they looked very scared.

Fear was written on their faces, and their legs trembled constantly.

Mu Bai knew what they were afraid of.

The next moment, there was a burst of dense loud noises—or gunshots amplified thousands of times, loud and dull.

The bodies of those American demon hunters were smashed into sieves in an instant, various body parts and tissue pieces were splashed everywhere, and it was impossible to tell which one was which, the brains and intestines were all fused together, and Mu Bai stood quietly on the spot , withstood the first wave of indiscriminate shooting with the hard darkin carapace.

Soon, he saw a huge figure appear out of nowhere in the valley—at least ten stories high, with a black body, like a brutal and terrifying prehistoric giant beast, with a sense of oppression.

At first glance, the figure looks like a giant creature, but if you look closely, you will find that it is not a "life form".

It is a terrifying existence made up of countless large and small guns.

It has no legs, and relies on some kind of strange power to suspend in the air; its body is composed of countless normal-sized guns, which are arranged in a large number and orderly like the cells that make up the human body; its hands They were two huge heavy machine guns with obviously unreasonable sizes. Bullet bags tens of meters long hung from the barrels of the guns, falling to the ground and then tangled into balls.

Its head is also composed of countless guns, but a larger "pistol" is inlaid in the upper part of the center - it is as huge as a two-story building.

It has no facial features, and its eyes are blurred among the countless guns - it may not even have eyes at all.

It rested its head, inspecting everything on the ground like the king of this land, and those broken corpses were its first meeting gift after 13 years—a meeting gift to the world it had slaughtered.

It's very satisfying.

Until it saw that there was still one person standing in place.

And that's one of its contractual goals.

Without the slightest hesitation, the tens of thousands of guns on its body aimed at the man it wanted to hunt again.

dong dong dong——!

dong dong dong dong-!

The word "intensive" can't describe the gunshots at this time. In addition to gunshots, there are gunshots in the entire valley.

In an instant, the two mountains were razed to the ground, and both animals and plants were completely destroyed within a breath.

But... the most damned man still stood there.

"If this is all your strength...it would be too disappointing to me..."

The "ants" on the ground spoke slowly, with a deep and hoarse voice, not at all human-like - of course, Aatrox is indeed not human.

Aatrox had taken over the body from the first second of the shot.