18:29 minutes.

Martin cursed as he was put on a stretcher in the hospital, frustrated and disappointed at the same time, because there was a good chance (almost certain) that the guy he had so hard to catch, the living corpse - maybe he was also a criminal, or simply an ally of ghouls, but more likely it was just an unfortunate shield, an innocent bait...... He wouldn't be Anthony anyway. Hopkins. The real demon, presumably swooping into some dark corner of the unknown, waiting for the right moment to kill a handful of people so that he could get his little cub out of the trap - they would catch him, Martin thought, his eyes hurt terribly, his ears too, the liquid quickly wet his cheeks and neck, his nose involuntarily soured, he had no chance, whoever caught this cunning and vicious fellow would not be Martin. Puzo too.

"Nasty son of a bitch! Fuck the fucking eunuch! He cursed incoherently throughout the examination, not knowing whether it was to himself or anyone else, and this boring way of venting made the nurses and doctors around him feel bored together, and the doctor who made sure that he was not a big problem was working for Martin. The male nurse who was bandaged by Puzo made a cryptic gesture, and the latter grinned, and the cotton of alcohol held in the tweezers fell straight on the young man's cheek, and the alcohol was squeezed out of the cotton and into the not-so-clean mouth, and Martin's anger reached its extreme, but the nurse's movements were so fast that a roll of white, flexible, non-sticky bandage slapped against Martin's chin before he could greet the maternal relatives of any of the people present, and then quickly circled his jawline, which was as thin as an awl, Soon the incompetent and irascible fool was wrapped tightly.

The nurse smiled at the poor little mummy, showing his yellowed teeth, but the next moment he let out a scream, and he quickly stepped away from the stretcher, raised his hands to examine it carefully, and then cast a suspicious gaze on the metal frame of the stretcher, and the doctor, who knew Martin's ability, threw a reproachful look at the wounded on the stretcher, and Martin gave him a more ferocious look, if it wasn't for the conditions, he would have let them look at his teeth—he moved his fingers, There was indeed a faint wave of electricity passing through his body just now, but it was not controlled by him, a spontaneous counterattack similar to a conditioned reflex or instinct? Martin's lips hidden behind the bandage were tangled along with his eyebrows, the current in his body was a little unsmooth, and he grabbed the frame of the stretcher, maybe he should release them slowly, part by piece? Although this will leave him without any protection and attack power for some time to come - but in this case...... Even if he was able to store a nuclear power plant in his body, his body would not allow him to continue to use this dangerous power for a short time, and some of his skin even appeared to be metallized, which is relatively small in the case of electric shock damage, but its appearance was a warning: his body was overwhelmed...... If he continues to be willful, maybe the next thing will be electric burns, electric branding, respiratory failure, coma and even permanent damage to his organs. Puzo has only one life.

And he had to be able to control them, or the Agency would come and help him "control", just as they controlled Catherine, Martin closed his eyes, compared to the former, a little patience was nothing compared to the former.

"How are you feeling right now?" The doctor said Martin sensed him approaching and tightened his arm, and he was giving him an injection. "What's that?" Martin asked. The doctor didn't answer his questioning at first, until he started gently flicking the syringe, "A little lidocaine." He said, observing Martin's heartbeat and breathing: "100mg is added to glucose water for an intravenous drip. The nurse walked over with a shake of his hands: "What happened just now?" He said, "You have to pay attention in the future, change to a fragile guy, that static energy will kill him at once!" ”

Fuck you static electricity, Martin shouted in his heart, it wasn't that he didn't want to do that, but a sudden sense of crisis grabbed him, like a bird of prey grabbing a small bird from the air, and he had to use all his strength to fight it; And he immediately realized that everything he had done was in vain, that the force was so great that it engulfed him almost instantly, and it clung to him as he had caught the child not so long ago, and he was thrown into the air, and then into the dirt, and then there was a tornado...... The wind swept up not only his body, but also his powers, and he could no longer control them, not only what remained in his body, but also the currents that were attracted from elsewhere and vibrated from the tips of his fingers, hair, lips, and even toenails, like vipers leaping out of the glaciers of hell, and they turned everyone around Martin into end-of-the-century ghosts, screaming and trembling, arcing and dancing on their skin and muscles, igniting clothes and hair.

Martin rose from the stretcher, the current burning his fingers, eyes, and ears, the blackened bandages being swept away by the current, and he knew that he was in unbearable adult pain, both mentally and physically.

But again, he's never been so happy.

***

18:30 minutes.

Able stopped suddenly, causing someone who was following him to almost hit him in the ass.

The unlucky ghost, who was a little unsatisfactory in terms of length, shouted in dissatisfaction, but he immediately noticed that the big man in front of him seemed to be in trouble: "Hey, what's wrong with you?" In just a second or two, he watched the light gray shirt behind the other man quickly turn black, and the hot damp air came to his face, and he was surprised to find that this annoying big man had let his sweat soak the entire shirt in such a short time.

"Leave ...... ...... "Get out of here!" Get away from me!

Abel turned around, his senses became sharper than ever, he could see his own appearance in other people's eyes, his face was distorted, his expression was hideous, sweat was constantly flowing down his hair as if it had been hit by a rainstorm, he wanted to warn, he yelled, let others stay away from him, but his tongue was spasming, he wanted to run away quickly, only to find that his legs did not listen to the command of his brain!

What kind of feeling is that?! He had never encountered, let alone tried—it was tearing through his skin layer by layer, stripping away his sanity, and letting the depths of Abel . The monster inside Clayton was revealed in broad daylight in plain sight.

"Do you need a doctor?" The little man asked, he reached out and wanted to grab Abel's arm, he remembered, this big man should be from the action group, it is said that it is stuffed with Superman and Transformers, but it doesn't look like it is right now, at least the man in front of him looks weak, and even terrible.

Abel stared at him and opened his mouth, the vitality of human beings is so vivid, bright, and powerful...... Even if he closes his eyes and plugs his ears, he can feel it in the slightest...... Captured, no, no, no!

The little man's mouth opened wide, and before the tips of his fingers could touch the shirt, the big man suddenly jumped up, yes, as the word suggests, he jumped up, jumping from front to back of himself, and before he could turn around, the guy ran away without a trace.

"Rude guy." He said he had no idea that he had played a subtle drift on the brink of life and death.

Able rushed forward as best he could, and he was surprised that he could still notice not to bump into someone else in this situation - he was sure that as soon as he came into contact with someone now, he would suck them dry due to his uncontrollable ability, and then turn their life force into something damn good enough to do anything! Proof of this is the small things that keep falling from his hands - glass, plastic, hairballs...... These are all transformed by small creatures and insects that are unfortunate enough to be on the road and in the surrounding area...... Oh God, Abel was horrified to find that he didn't need to touch them directly, he had to hurry, faster, or he didn't know if a deadly death zone would form around him in a few minutes!

Able was glad that the bar he wanted to go to was on the rooftop of the Tower of Babel, surrounded by a garden at the edge of which stood only a stone wall up to his chest—before his strength could bear the most painful and bitter fruit, he had walked through it, clinging to the rough stones with both hands.

Some were shouting, others were screaming to stop them from approaching.

Abel's head was in chaos, he leaned forward, the fierce wind blew his head to the side, the outside of the stone wall was bare only a cliff, there were no trees or vines, if he fell from here, he would most likely be blown by the wind and hit the rocks, maybe it would take several times in a row, the bones would break, the muscles would tear apart, and the blood would be spilled everywhere before he could fall to the ground and fall to pieces.

The last hesitation was managed to dispel a shriveled wild bird, which had fallen on Abel's head, still warm, and Able could not identify its species, but was sure that it was alive a few seconds ago.

Its life was transformed into a blue glass ball in Abel's hands, which could be sold for two out of three.

Life is so precious, and so cheap.

Able put the glass ball in his pocket, climbed the stone wall, and jumped.

(To be continued)

There's another chapter for tomorrow......