Chapter 112 Transformation (3)

Seeing the gun in Lu Li's hand, Bolivar instantly faltered. He raised his hand and said, "Officer, I am willing to cooperate."

Apparently verbal cues played a role.

Until now, Bolivar still thinks that Lu Li represents the official organization, and seeing that things are going well, Lu Li's heavy heart finally eases a little.

"Put on your clothes..."

"By the way, it's more normal to change into a more normal one. Don't wear fancy clothes and wear a mask."

This guy's clothing taste is too unique. He likes to wear oversized rings on his fingers, with silver necklaces and silver skull pendants. In addition, he is tall, so he can be recognized even if he uses a mask.

Therefore, after explaining these precautions, Lu Li slightly raised the muzzle of his gun.

After all, the wicked need to be grinded by the wicked.

Lu Li really didn't mind being a villain when dealing with Bolivar, Joan Luce and the like.

A few minutes later, Bolivar, dressed in overalls and posing as a plumbing repairman, walked out of the theater, walking stiffly. He knew that there was a gun pointed at him behind him.

"See the black Chevrolet parked deep in the alley, go over there."

"Move around, and the shooting will begin."

It was exactly five o'clock in the afternoon.

Lu Li sat in the driver's seat, turned on the navigation, and drove to the next target.

On the other side, Bolivar had an unbelievable expression, as if to say: You are abusing lynching, I will sue you.

"Sleep when you're tired, move a few times when you're uncomfortable, and I'll keep staring at you."

"Woo woo woo..."

Handcuffs, iron chains, and a pair of special gags. Fortunately, there is a mask on the outside to block it, otherwise it will definitely cause a series of troubles.

And these were all for his own protection, because Lu Li didn't want to capsize in the gutter.

Especially the vampires in this world are ugly and slender. Once they are tricked, they are likely to become a monster that only knows how to kill.

At this time, Bolivar also came to his senses. He suddenly realized that Lu Li was wearing casual clothes and driving a private car.

Time passed slowly.

The car sped all the way and arrived in Brooklyn at around seven o'clock in the evening, and Mr. Gbagbo lived in a community called Flatbush.

It seems that only two survivors can be taken away today, Lu Li thought silently in his heart.

Thinking of this, he turned his head and glanced at Bolivar sitting beside him from the corner of his eye.

This guy's face was pale, his eyes were loose, and he was leaning on the seat, staring at the roof of the car in a daze.

"Hold on a little longer."

Lu Li casually comforted him, and then turned his attention back to the car navigator.

[Turn right 500 meters ahead and enter Flatbush, please slow down]

For some reason, Lu Li thought of the female lawyer Joan Luce. What kind of symptoms would she show at this moment?

Unfortunately, none of this is known.

the other side.

Mr. Gbagbo, who was finally reunited with his wife and children, was in extreme pain, coughing, tossing and turning, and unable to fall asleep.

And his pet dog Gerty was uncharacteristically, not only did not make a fuss, but quietly huddled in the kennel, whimpering constantly, as if he was afraid of something.

"Damn reporter."

The noise came from downstairs, and Mr. Gbagbo struggled to get up from the bed, opened the curtain and looked outside.

At a glance, at least ten different media reporters could be seen squatting outside his yard and secretly taking pictures.

Not only that, but Lingju's house also suffered disasters, the yard was occupied, and what's more disgusting, there were people randomly solving personal hygiene problems in the garden.

He was sure that among the four survivors, he was the only one who suffered such injustice, and the community police did nothing but softly dissuade them.

Legally speaking, personal privacy is sacrosanct.

Unfortunately, it turns out that in this country, only the rich and powerful can enjoy fair treatment. People like Mr. Gbagbo, who have neither money nor power, can only endure bottomless sneak shots and harassment by reporters. .

"Lucky, come down and talk a few words."

"Sir, can I take an hour of your time for an exclusive interview?"

When a reporter saw Mr. Gbagbo, he kept waving and calling, and the noisy half of the community was restless.

People's sorrows and joys are not the same. Babo only felt that they were noisy and despicable. He closed the curtains expressionlessly, walked to the counter where the commonly used family medicines were placed, and took out a bottle of ibuprofen.

Tinnitus, auditory hallucinations, fever, hair loss, soreness all over the body, bleeding gums, strong tingling in the throat, no appetite...

All of the above are the feelings of Mr. Gbagbo.

"Perhaps I shouldn't have come back this morning."

As he thought, he swallowed the entire bottle of painkillers.

Inadvertently, through the mirror, Gbagbo saw that he had another symptom: bloodshot eyes.

Is it getting worse?

If he died, what would his wife and children do?

The more I think about it, the more confused I become.

In the end, Mr. Gbagbo made up his mind to fight against the mysterious virus hidden in his body——

For example, fill your stomach first.

With this thought in mind, he held on to the handrail of the stairs, took a step at a time, and came to the refrigerator.

Dim lights came from inside, milk, bread, sandwiches, ketchup...

Soon, Mr. Gbagbo's eyes fell on a piece of raw steak, a large amount of blood pooled at the bottom of the glass basin, which looked so tempting...

Subconsciously, he picked it up and drank it down, and the pain was inexplicably relieved, but his throat was still a little itchy.

knock!

knock knock!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door from the side.

Mr. Gbagbo, who felt good about himself, closed the refrigerator and walked towards the door. He was going to warn those unscrupulous reporters that if he dared to disturb his family’s rest, he would be shot——

Even if you don't have a gun at home.

"Honey, I'll go."

Suddenly, a voice came.

Mary, who was crouching by the cupboard, stood up slowly. She wanted to cook some dinner for her husband, but unfortunately witnessed the scene just now.

Horror, spooky.

In fact, Mary clearly saw that instead of a tongue, a forked spine protruded from the husband's mouth, and when he drank the blood oozing from the raw steak, the thing retracted again.

However, Gbagbo didn't know how scary he was just now, he just felt that drinking raw blood was a very bad thing.

Therefore, he forced a smile: "Well, by the way, unplug the phone line and let the children sleep well."

When her husband mentioned the child, Mary shivered. As a devout Christian, her love for her husband and the child far surpassed herself.

However, now she has to choose between the two, because Mary is afraid that her husband, who is suffering from a serious illness, will hurt the two children with the strange thorn.

"Ansel, may I send the children to your sister tomorrow morning?"

"Of course, before nine o'clock, I will come back and continue to take care of you..."

outside the door.

Wearing a mask and peaked cap, Lu Li restrained himself and continued to knock on the door.

Thank you for the monthly ticket of "Gara, Pai Daxing"