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Borenzo 73rd Street, which is usually bustling with activity, has fallen into complete chaos at this time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The bars poured out of frightened drinkers, screaming and wailing and running away, and the blood stains and bloody footprints on the door, as well as the billowing smoke that kept coming out from the inside, all sent a bad signal, which caused countless passers-by to jump and talk about it, coupled with the terrible sirens and the sound of ambulances and fire trucks that pierced the sky, making the noise and boiling in the sky.

However, these people who came out of the bars and restaurants on the street only dared to shrink their heads and watch from afar, speculating wildly, and no one dared to come forward to see what was going on.

Su Ziyu's thought moved, and he already understood the reason for the sudden departure of the Flesh God Lord Theola.

The efficiency of the New York police is quite high, from the beginning of the killing, the drinkers fled, and now it has only been about ten minutes, and he has already felt that this is here, and now there is no half of a living thing in the bar except for Su Ziyu, and he naturally has no intention of staying. The mind condensed, and the dense clouds surrounded him, turning into a violent wind, and flying out of the back door.

As soon as he flew out of the back door, he saw Yun Chunyang's body falling between the old buildings.

The Flesh and Blood God Lord left suddenly, of course, not because he was afraid of the police and official forces attracted by the chaos, but because he found Yun Chunyang, who had gone and returned, so he chose to leave temporarily.

Yun Chunyang looked at the fire-filled bar, and then looked at the direction where Theola disappeared, revealing a solemn look: "That little thug slipped away and hid, probably no one will connect for a while, I will come back to pick you up." I didn't expect that in this small bar, there was really a great character hidden, and he actually hid from our senses. ”

"I didn't find out that the Flesh God Lord was actually lurking in the bar, and the divine stone was also snatched by her. Su Ziyu faced it personally, and he was also deeply shocked by the divine power of the flesh and blood god master, especially the vitality was so powerful that he could even connect the severed head. He even faintly felt in his heart that what really made Theola jealous was Ji Xuanzong, who might appear with him, and was just unwilling to take risks.

"This woman's strength is unfathomable, you kill her right and left hand Loken, you must be careful when you encounter her in the future, we still catch the line of Lonard first. Yun Chunyang nodded.

The two of them thought together, and they all flew away through the air.

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"NYPD!"

At the front door of the bar, several uniformed police officers looked at the blood stains and bloody footprints everywhere as if they were facing a great enemy, and slowly advanced with pistols in a neat tactical formation.

The fire in the hall is not small, but because the internal structure is mainly a brick and stone building, it has not completely spread, but it has been scattered and burned.

The music had completely stopped, except for the occasional sound of electricity, as the circuits were burned off by the flames, and the lights were all extinguished, with only the crackling and burning sporadic flames scattered here and there, providing a faint light.

The police officer who walked in front had just turned into the hall, and suddenly felt something under his feet, and immediately made a stop gesture, nervously shining down with a tactical flashlight, only to see that it was a bloody severed hand.

"Hell!" the officer exclaimed.

At this time, they heard a series of "tick-tock" sounds at the same time, mechanical and monotonous, as if many faucets were not turned off, and they were constantly dripping.

Several police officers reflexively shone their flashlights forward at the same time, and finally barely managed to see the scene inside the bar.

The mutilated limbs and severed arms were soaked in dark red liquid, and in the light of the scattered fire, there were even a few broken heads scattered on the tables, chairs and sofas, and the eyes of the deceased were wide open, and the red liquid dripped down from the section and fell into pools of blood......

This situation is simply a hell of killing!

"Gross!"

The smell of blood, which was so thick that it almost formed a substance, desperately penetrated into the nostrils, stimulating people's stomachs to roll, and finally a police officer couldn't help but bow his head and vomit, which was suddenly like the trigger of a fire, causing a violent chain reaction, everyone lost control in horror and horror, and violent nausea burst out from the inside out, and he vomited on the wall......

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Snakes have snake paths, and rats have rat paths.

As a gangster on the streets of New York, he has no background, is addicted to alcohol and gambling, is full of vices, and can survive to this day without missing arms and legs.

It depends on having eyes, knowing how to bow your head, knowing current affairs, and cherishing your life.

Even if it is a green dollar, it is not as important as his own life, and Lonard, who has always believed in this, has not done much to kowtow and admit his mistake and hug his thighs, so as soon as Scorpio's attention was attracted, he slipped out like oil on the soles of his feet, got into his second-hand silverado, and flew up with one foot on the accelerator.

The thick pickup truck made a dull roar and flew out from the street corner, and the black body was covered with dried mud mixed with snow and water, which was really inconspicuous on the streets of Yancheng District, which is dominated by low- and middle-income people, and merged into the traffic in three or two clicks. After driving a dozen streets eastward, Ronard cautiously took shortcuts to the paths, and finally got out of the car and crossed several lanes, and after making sure that he was not being followed, he found the back wall of a motel in the dark, and skillfully pried open the back window and climbed in.

It was a simple and cramped room, the low wooden ceiling looked mottled by the peeling paint, the old leather sofa had broken a few large holes, the surface of the old furniture even had a thin layer of dust floating on the surface, and the sheets on the bed had even been slightly yellowed, and so on, giving off a disgusting smell that made it feel sour to breathe.

However, Lonard did not feel the slightest discomfort or disgust, but familiarly felt the window near the corridor in the dark, lifted the curtain and looked at it carefully for a while, then breathed a sigh of relief, turned on the lamp next to the bed, and collapsed in the dim yellow halo.

It was only by this time that Ronard realized that his back was soaked in cold sweat.

"Damn monsters...... Damn! Damn!" Lonnard roared back and forth in his throat, pulled out the deflated cigarette case from his pocket, and trembled his hands for a long time before lighting the cigarette and inhaling hard.

The strange flashes of black shadows, the heads of the Hammer Gang thugs rolling to the ground, and the dead fish-like eyes kept shaking in front of him, making him shiver.

The so-called divine stone, he couldn't see anything strange when he turned it over and over, although there would occasionally be a magical scene in front of these strange people, but after all, it was not as important as his own life.

"Fuck the Divine Stone! Fuck the monster ......"

Taking a few vicious puffs of his cigarette, Lonard gritted his teeth and cursed, venting the fear in his heart.

"Did anyone ask you to buy news?"

A cold, emotionless voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Who's that?"

Unsuspecting, Lonard was so frightened that he didn't even have time to open the cigarette butt on his pants, and Hodi bounced up from his chair and scrambled to pull a switchblade out of his pocket and aim it behind him.

From a corner where the light is hard to reach, out comes an ordinary-looking, thin middle-aged white man, dressed in a cheap coat, belonging to an inconspicuous figure thrown on the street.

"Hi, yes, yes, sir. I did exactly what you told me to do. ”

However, seeing the appearance of this man, Lonard felt a deep chill and fear from the bottom of his heart, and awkwardly hid the switchblade behind him, his face changed several times, and he replied in a flattering tone.

It was impossible for him to forget that it was this middle-aged man who looked thin and unimpressive, who suddenly found himself, and asked him to take the so-called Divine Stone and sell the news of the Divine Mountain everywhere with a small stack of dollars and a commanding tone. And just when Lonard was laughing at the other party's idiocy in his head, ready to agree indiscriminately, and then take the money and run away, the middle-aged man easily crumpled the Smith Weisson M-10 revolver that he had hidden in his pocket into a mess of iron, and used one hand.

Then, after being caught like a chick and removing his two arms and taking them back, Lonard, who could only kneel on the ground and beg for mercy in pain, could only hurriedly agree to all requests.

Although he managed to get the money a few times, Ronard always had the idea of hiding. It's just that what makes him heartbroken is that the other party doesn't know what method to use, and he can always find his hiding place as soon as possible.

"You lost the Divine Stone?" the middle-aged man seemed to be completely unconcerned about his attempts to dodge him, and continued to ask in that emotionless tone.

The man's accent is an authentic Brooklyn accent, as if he grew up here since he was born. But Ronard always had an indescribable awkwardness, as if the other party was a repeater, playing a pre-recorded voice as bluntly.

However, at this time, Lonard ignored these chaotic thoughts in his head, and hurriedly waved his hand to explain what kind of terrible and tragic encounter he encountered: "Then you can't blame me, sir, you don't know ......"

"Shut up, grab your stuff and keep spreading the word. The middle-aged man interrupted him directly, stretched out his right hand, and in his palm, there was a stack of dollars and a sacred stone.

Lonard was tempted to pick up the dollar and throw the broken rock in the zombie's face before walking away. But the man's emotionless eyes were like a large bucket of ice water poured down on his head, making him shiver violently, and what little courage he had was immediately vanished.

That's not the look of a living creature at all!

It was as if Lonard was just a lump of garbage in the eyes of the other party, and he had no doubt that if he dared to say no words, the other party would immediately crumple himself into mud, like that Smith Weisson revolver. Maybe in a few days, the police will find their decomposing bodies in the rubbish bins on the side of the road.

So Lonard could only bow his head gloomily, and reluctantly squeezed out an ugly smile, for fear that the other party would misunderstand.

It's just that just when he was about to step forward to get something, a seemingly strange and inexplicable thought suddenly popped up in his mind: "Why doesn't the room seem to be cold all of a sudden?"

The motel, Howardjohnson, was in the business of junkies and skinnymen, and it wasn't too early or too late to have too many guests, so Ronard knew exactly what rooms might be empty. But after all, he sneaked in, and he only dared to turn on a dim bedside lamp, and he didn't even have time to turn on the heating. The room was cold all the time, not much warmer than the cold outside.

But I don't know when, Ronard actually didn't feel the cold, as if the temperature had risen a lot unconsciously.

Just when he thought he had a delusion, the middle-aged man in front of him seemed to be grasped by an invisible force and suddenly rose into the air.

The sudden change was so violent that Lonard could even hear the air being violently stirred!

The middle-aged man, who was extremely terrifying and dangerous in Ronard's heart, could not resist the invisible force at all, and could only see him shake violently in mid-air, his originally thin body swelled violently as if inflated, and the muscles of his neck and exposed arms became stronger and stronger, and the thick and black muscles like small snakes moved wildly. And the originally fluffy clothes, under the squeeze of invisible forces, are tightly attached to the body, and the muscle lines under the cover of the fabric can almost be seen. Even if you just look at it, you can feel the terrifying power contained in it.

However, this unimaginable power did not play any role, and the middle-aged man who was caught in the air by the invisible force was like a chicken cub pinched by the neck, and he couldn't even make a sound, his body trembled violently, and his eyes rolled upwards weakly, leaving only the bleak whites of his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, from the man's eyes, ears, mouth and nose, a terrifying stream of blood flowed, but the blood was not red, but dark red mixed with black, which was extremely strange.

The violent trembling only lasted for a short moment before it came to an abrupt end, and the middle-aged man's body stiffened in mid-air, as if all his strength had been drained, and then he fell to the dirty floor with a muffled thud.

Under the gaze of Ronard's wide eyes, the muscles of the man's face twitched and trembled, and his appearance changed violently, and in the blink of an eye he changed into an oriental, as if all life had dissipated without a trace, and then shriveled down at an unimaginable speed, turning into a shriveled and ugly corpse, and even beginning to decompose.

And from the man's death to the fall to the ground, only a few seconds passed!

It all happened so fast that Lonard's outstretched hand was still frozen in the air, too late to take it back.

Just when his mind was blank and he hadn't reacted, an even more strange scene happened.

The wall facing him, the wallpaper and the masonry softened as if it had turned into muddy water, as if it had been squeezed by something and twisted and bulged outward, and then only felt that three Oriental people appeared in the room.

At the front is a middle-aged man in a luxury suit, from meticulous hair to delicate buttons, all of which fully reflect his extraordinary origin. However, what is even more awe-inspiring is the pair of black pupils that are so deep that they give people the feeling of being naked and having no secrets to hide.

Obviously, he was only standing a few steps away, and he didn't even look at Lonard at all, but he gave birth to the feeling that the other party was standing on the top of the extremely high and far ceiling, looking down faintly, and he almost couldn't help but prostrate on the ground, bowing and worshipping.

What appeared at this time was naturally the three Su Ziyu who followed Langnard.