"Angel ......"

Calvin muttered the word mockingly, and then he slowly raised his head and stared at the man not far away.

At this moment, the moon struggled to break free from the clouds, and a silver moonlight fell on the center of the bushes...... Calvin's moonlight was so pure, so bright, that it didn't look like a natural light, but like a spotlight that God had set up for Calvin in the dark.

Calvin's countenance was cold and holy in the silver light, and his clear, piercing gaze looked around, and all those who were swept away by his gaze—those who could be sent to do such an errand could not be a devout believer, but a notorious outlaw—could not help but hold their breath at this moment.

The extraordinary aura flowed slowly through the small clearing, burning the nerves of the visitor. There are people who have a little bit of a muzzle in their hands, which shouldn't be, and those people's hands should be stronger than steel. Obviously, these people may be outlaws, but not all of them are staunch materialists.

However, the bald man in the lead did look quite determined.

"Hey, you bastards, don't think I don't know what's going on in your head - this guy might really be that damn angel, but so what? Even if he's an alien, he's going to just end up being where he's supposed to be. ”

The bald man yelled rudely at his companions.

"You're my brother, and I don't want to see my brother do something stupid. You know what happens to those who are stupid. ”

He continued.

In terms of tone, the bald man seemed so rude and reckless, even a little stupid.

But Calvin, who had been observing him, would not have been fooled by that illusion.

There was something very evil in the man's eyes, like the eyes of a large, cold-blooded reptile fed by human flesh...... A cruelty and ruthlessness that is completely insulated from humanity and civilization.

He must have killed many people, and took pleasure in the horror and despair of those who died.

Calvin could confirm this because of the shadows that gathered behind the bald man. The shadows were translucent, but in the moonlight, their edges took on a dull red of dried blood.

Under the intimidation of the bald man, the outlaws, who had been a little shaken, trembled and regained their grip on the firing rifle in their hands.

"You are a man who deserves to go to hell. ”

Calvin said slowly.

He was a little dizzy, and just seeing the shadow behind the man made his blood seem to be boiling.

A strong tyrannical impulse struck his reason like a tidal wave.

"Oh, you're right, I think hell will welcome me. ”

The bald man slowly pressed his finger on the trigger of the firing gun.

"How about a discussion? Cute little angel, kill the little white face next to you and give the anesthetic injection, and then obediently follow us, so that at least I can have this shot of mine left." You look thin, at least not stronger than a lion, but this gadget in my hand can break a lion's neck if you accidentally break it...... Oh, don't look at me like that, I don't want to bother that much. Honestly, I want to do it a little simpler than anyone else, but you're worth more money alive. The bald man looked at Calvin with animalistic eyes, "And I don't want to get tangled up with those pedophiles." ”

"Oh, is that what they told you? You need a living angel, and you can only get a discount if you die?"

Calvin repeated coldly.

His wings slowly spread out behind his back, each feather reflecting the misty moonlight, making it look as if his wings themselves were glowing.

The scene looked almost holy.

Even the bald man with the most typical sociopathic personality had to admit that Calvin at this moment did look exactly like what the Adventists called "angels of the world".

If he had been a little more stupid, or a little weaker, he might have really believed the nonsense of the Adventist fools, and regarded the "angel" as a messenger sent by God to the earth or something.

The bald man thought silently in his heart.

But there's still something not quite right......

As Calvin's wings gradually stretched out, the man's back was slightly numb, which was an instinctive tightness and warning.

Beneath the sacred, cold, solemn atmosphere of this bush, it was as if something unusually dangerous was about to move, as if a storm was slowly forming in a place he could not see.

The bald man's blood-smacked life over the past few decades had given him the keen instincts of a wild animal, and at this moment, his instincts were bad.

"Angel ......"

He heard someone murmuring from behind, followed by the sound of a gun falling to the ground in the other's hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, the bald man pulled out his gun without looking back, and then fired a shot at the sound of the voice.

Calvin's wings and appearance were shaken, and one of the team members let out a muffled grunt and fell to the ground.

"I said it all, don't do anything stupid. ”

The bald man muttered.

He glanced at his subordinates quickly out of the corner of his eye, and then secretly said bad in his heart. Even under his various threats, the eyes of this group of men all showed a confused look without exception.

It's going to have to be done quickly.

The bald man made up his mind, and the gaze he cast at Calvin was full of malice.

And deep down, that instinctive, extremely unsettling feeling made him more and more unbearable. He felt his neck get cold all the time, and his shoulders were getting heavier. For a moment he wanted to look behind him like a frightened little bunny.

He hated the look that Calvin looked over his shoulder behind him at this moment.

"Hey, you'd better hurry up and make a decision, after all, my patience is never too good. ”

The bald man shouted at Calvin more and more rudely--

"I'll count one, two, three, kill your companion and follow us, or be dragged away by us—"

He said word by word to Calvin.

Although he said that he would count one, two, three, in fact, his fingers were already pulling the trigger of the gun hard, and his other hand was already silently behind his waist, making a gesture - he was giving the order to let his attributes shoot directly.

In reality, all the movements of the bald man are so fast, quiet, and exquisite.

But he didn't know that his every move was infinitely stretched into almost boring slow motion in Calvin's eyes.

Once again, Calvin felt the cold sensation rushing down the inside of his body like a torrent of wings behind him, a surging and vast force that seemed to disintegrate everything, even his own internal organs into powder. He was pulled by intense pain and extreme pleasure at the same time, but unlike the first time he encountered this power, this time his mind seemed to have been cut off from the fragile and powerless **.

His emotions were as cold and hard as the ice of the permafrost, with hardly a ripple.

He heard a rather terrifying, abyssally low voice echoing within his body, constantly vibrating. And his thoughts and eyes became extremely sharp and clear.

In this moment, Calvin felt omniscient, he felt the flow of air, the fragrance of grass and moonlight, the strong smell of the nets inside the gun, the blood flowing under the skin, the rhythm of the internal organs......

The crimson shadows that lingered around the bald man turned their heads at the same moment, and intense pain instantly appeared in their empty faces and eyes.

The bushes behind the men fell silent.

The chirping of insects, the chirping of birds, the breathing of dormice, the friction between leaves, the flow of wind...... All the small voices that had not been noticed disappeared at this moment.

Beneath the shadow of the trees, a door slowly emerges from the air.

At first, the door was like a mirage, with only a very vague shadow, but it didn't take long for the bright red outline of the door to solidify in Calvin's sight.

Calvin was not surprised to find that the door was the same one that had appeared before his eyes.

It's still that unpleasant red, and the brass handles that have been rubbed to a smooth and shiny finish.

[Crunch——]

Also, the still familiar, slowly opening crack of the door...... And the abyssal darkness behind the crack in the door.

"Calvin. ”

In a trance, Calvin heard whispers from those around him.

He turned back slowly, and in the time when everything in the world seemed to be infinitely stretched, Reed's behavior was normal.

He and Calvin were the exceptions in this frozen plane.

At this moment, Reed looked at Calvin with a strange gaze.

"You ......"

Calvin stared at Reed, whose emerald green eyes contained extremely complex eyes.

"Have you really decided? You...... Want to open this door?"

Calvin stared at Reed's lips, and the voice coming out of his mouth seemed to be artificially echoed, obviously it was just one person, but Calvin seemed to hear countless people asking in unison.

There seemed to be a burst of electricity running through Calvin's back.

He was sure that just now, he had heard some kind of low roar that seemed to come from a wild beast.

"Yes. ”

Calvin replied.

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