Apocalyptic Forecast

Chapter 29: Taunting the Monster

Chapter 29: Taunting the Monster

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Lightbulbs hanging from the iron walls cast a dim light, illuminating the seething cauldron and the messy bits of metal on the table.

Apart from the thunder outside the door and the torrential rain falling on the ground, in the enclosed space, there is only turbid breathing like a bellows.

The upper body was bare in the red gloves, and he gritted his teeth to change the bandages on his bloody half body. When he took off the gauze sticking to the flesh and blood, scarlet blood oozed out from behind the torn scabs.

As if countless razor blades had been stuffed in, those tiny cuts opened like small pink mouths, spitting out scarlet saliva.

"FUXK! That Dongxia's monster junior high school student..."

The red glove cursed in a low voice, picked up the spray can, and pressed it against the wound. A burst of green spray fell on his body, like sulfuric acid falling into alkaline liquid, making a hissing sound.

In the suppressed roar of pain, those light green mist seemed to be alive, and penetrated into his wound one by one, and then, the whole half of his body wriggled, like a snake's lair.

He collapsed on the ground, convulsed in pain, and couldn't help howling in pain.

Something was fighting with his body as a battlefield, and soon, bruises and fragments of internal organs flowed out from the wound, with a deep green color, and wisps of ashes-like ink.

It was the poison of Chang Geng that was barely squeezed out from the lungs...

If it was someone else, they would have already died by now, right? If it wasn't for his stigmata, Taksin, who could temporarily zombify his body, he probably wouldn't be able to stand this attack of fighting poison with poison.

In just a few seconds, he was already drenched in sweat, and the sweat mixed with spoiled blood flowed out from the wound.

It was like a living corpse dragged out of a coffin by grave robbers.

But anyway, he's still alive.

Even the experience of surviving a near-death this time gave him a lot more confidence in his advancement to Nightmare and the fourth stage.

When the alarm clock rang, he finally had the strength to get up from the ground, picked up the tongs, and poured the silver liquid from the boiling cauldron into the iron cup.

Chi chi sound.

What kind of delicious drink is there? It is clearly a pool of boiling metal solution!

Even now that it is semi-zombified, the red gloves hesitated for a long time after picking up the cup, but this temporary silver blood potion is only effective when it is in a liquid state.

He made up his mind and drank it all in one gulp.

In a burst of intense scorching pain, he almost suspected that his esophagus and mouth had been burned to carbon, but this was a necessary price.

This kind of liquid, which is fatal to ordinary people, is actually a kind of miniature stigmata without grades-a short-lived miracle carried by liquid metal as a container, which can repair the wounded stigmata and body in a short time , like a universal glue.

The technology of keeping it liquid at room temperature is the secret of each alchemy workshop, and it is absolutely impossible to leak it. Now he can only deploy this version with serious consequences in a hurry to save the emergency.

Soon, his bloody half body healed up, and there was a trace of iron light in the wound. The solidified iron seemed to be integrated with the flesh and blood, bonding the broken body together again.

And this severe pain also consumed his remaining energy, making his expression even more drowsy, almost fainting.

With trembling palms, he took out a bag from his pocket, unpacked it, took out the incense inside, and lit it with his own source of fire.

Wisps of smoke entered his nostrils.

His pale face gradually turned rosy, and his exhausted energy slowly recovered a little under the stimulation of the incense, but it was less than one-tenth of the normal state.

The convenience creations of red bottles and blue bottles in online games are unrealistic after all, even if there are, the cost is so high that one can sell for millions of yuan, after all, it is a life-saving prop at a critical time.

Metal repairs the body, and incense maintains the soul. This is the daily life of every frontier sublimator.

Until now, he finally pulled out his hand, took the vibrating cell phone to his ear, and connected it.

"It's me, I'm still in Xinhai."

"How's it going?" the person on the phone asked.

"I was injured a little bit, and I'm still bleeding. Fortunately, you gave me the 4 of spades, otherwise I would have been caught."

He struggled to put on his coat with one hand: "The current Xinhai has been completely filled with the lead wires of the Astronomical Society, and the spare safe house has also been found... Don't worry, I will leave at midnight. will leave traces."

"Be careful in everything, don't stay in the present situation anymore, come back as soon as possible."

The person on the phone finally warned: "Although Xinhai's wedge has not been pulled out, it does not hinder the overall situation - your mission has been completed, and we will be able to open up the access to the magic capital soon... If the situation is critical, make your own decision , giving priority to preserving itself.”

Red Gloves hung up the phone indifferently, and began to destroy all the things that could not be taken away, and soon, they were all cleaned up.

The time is 11:15.

It's time to leave this city of living corpses...

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a roar of collision in the distance.

Red Gloves froze for a moment, then looked at the surveillance screen in the corner.

--somebody is coming.

He spread out his palm, called out the fish tank, and lowered his head to peek into the water.

Just outside the door, a red sports car crashed into a mountain of containers, emitting black smoke.

In a car accident?

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough..."

In a puff of thick smoke, Huai Shi climbed out of the car in embarrassment, feeling dizzy, and the icy torrential rain woke him up.

He looked around blankly, and saw layers of containers piled up like mountains in the dock area, and the sea as cold as iron in the distance under the gloomy sky.

"Here we are?"

"Well, here we are."

The crow, who had barely survived the death, flew out of the car and looked around: "Don't you know how to find a parking lot? Even if I say to be reckless, you don't have to be so dizzy that you just drive the car and rush in." ?”

"Have you forgotten the sins you have done yourself!" Huai Shi glared at him, "Even if the car stops, I don't have the money to pay the fare, okay?"

"Then you won't leave the car behind and let Liu Dongli pay for it after he leaves the hospital!"

Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, and found that in terms of lack of conscience, this broken bird was better--in terms of heartlessness, I, Huai Shi, would respect you as the strongest.

Under the heavy rain, he looked around, distinguishing the terrain, and found that he was completely at a loss. No matter where he was, it seemed to be the same, and there were cross roads piled up with colorful containers.

Can't tell where I am at all.

Not to mention finding out the red gloves hidden inside.

It's good to go out to fight monsters.

The place is here.

Weird?

The crow pondered for a moment, then came up with a bad idea: "Why don't you try shouting twice?"

Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement, raised her hands together to form a horn and placed it near her mouth, shouting: "Hello? Are you there? Is anyone there? Open the door, my fellow, to send warmth... Where are you, brother red gloves?" Are you hiding in the corner?"

No response.

In the darkness, the red gloves looked at the reflection on the water indifferently, expressionless.

"What? Are you kidding me?"

In an instant, the water in the fish tank became slightly turbulent.

The distant perspective looked around, after confirming that no one was in ambush, it seemed to put down the telescope, and then picked up something again.

So a neat and detailed cross appeared in the mirror...

While wandering slowly, he aimed at Huai Shi's hood.

At the top of the tower crane hanging high in the air, the figure covered with a dust-proof cloth and crawling on the boom slowly got up, letting the heavy rain wash his pale skin, his dull eyes were expressionless, only one The goldfish swims slowly.

The heavy sniper rifle was flattened in his hand.

Hold your breath.

In the painful suffocation, the deep barrel of the gun pointed forward from the pair of flat hands, and the dark gun god reflected the endless rainstorm in the sky.

At that moment, separated by hundreds of meters of torrential rain and wind, the scope locked on the defenseless blurred figure in the rain.

Thumb slightly retracted.

And at that moment, the scene in the scope suddenly turned aside, and a huge scarlet pupil emerged from it. As if through the reflection of the fish tank, staring straight at the face of the red glove.

The instant impact made the hands of the red gloves tremble, almost knocking over the fish tank.

What the hell!

"What are you doing, little brother?"

The crow that landed on the gun and was aiming into the sniper mirror with a sly look said: "Isn't it inappropriate to stand so high when it's raining?"

"Here..."

As she spoke, she raised her paw and put the thing she was holding into the dull puppet's hand.

"Here's something nice for you."

Under the control of the red gloves, the puppet looked down subconsciously, and then saw a long and thin... iron wire in his hand?

At that moment, there seemed to be a faint blue light shining from the wire.

In the next second, amidst the roaring thunder, he couldn't see anything.

Boom!

"What the fuxk!"

The red gloves staggered back a step as if struck by lightning, and subconsciously covered their foreheads, feeling the pain of the split source quality being turned into scorched by the thunder.

What made him even more disturbed was that that weird crow could not help but remind people of Dong Xia Hehe's now-famous crowned Baidizi, that girl who always runs around with a pigeon...

He suddenly shuddered: how many monsters of the same batch were created by those lunatics in Jixia?

If so, there is no point in avoiding and hiding.

Only a desperate fight can have a chance of survival.

His expression became gloomy, and he clenched his fists hard. After hearing the sharp sound of steel breaking in the distance, he slowly pushed the door and walked out of the container he was hiding in.

Facing the torrential rain, just before the intersection between layers of piled up steel, the voices that made the boy shouting in all directions stopped abruptly.

"It really came out?"

Huai Shi was also surprised, as if no one really jumped out when she shouted that no one will save you.

"You're the only one?"

The red glove tilted its head and looked around, but found no trace of other people, and his expression became more and more cold: "The people of Dongxia are really not as good as each generation?"

"Ah, no, you may have misunderstood."

Huai Shi waved her hands in embarrassment, and said helplessly: "Although it is not the first time we meet, I think I should introduce myself, but I don't like that kind of politeness, so if you really want to find a name for me, you can call me ..."

As he spoke, he took off his hood, revealing his face and the pink mask covering his face:

"—Little Page on Huaihai Road."

"..."

Red Gloves froze.

What the hell?

Are you kidding me?

What Huai, what sea, what road, what small, what page?

It is understandable that no matter who it is when they see that mask, they will inevitably feel astonished, right?

And at the moment when he was stunned, Huai Shi, who had been preparing for this moment for a long time, pulled out Liu Dongli's gun from his back, pointed it at his face, and pulled the trigger.

--boom!

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