Everyone in the other room heard an angry roar.

Beelzebub swept out of the room like a sudden storm, and as he strode forward, he drew his gun, muzzle down, and the sound of the safety was crisp and beautiful.

"How did it come about?" He asked.

Chiz didn't even lift her head, and there wasn't even an inch on her to indicate that she heard Beelzebub's words and understood them.

Beelzebub slapped her and shot her in the knee.

Honorable Miss Carson fell headlong in a terrible wail, the people of Poseidon Island were all large-caliber guns, and they were so close that her calves were almost completely detached from her body, her bones burst, and fresh blood sprayed onto the floor, their sweet smell and the smell of feces made everyone around (except Beelzebub, who was completely absent-minded) frown.

Beelzebub asked again, but the pain had taken away Chiz. With all Carson's attention, he took a step forward and stepped on the calf, the clinged flesh drenched in urine.

Trying to escape more pain, Chiz turned her head and tried to snatch her leg back, thus being lucky enough to hear a third question.

Her pupils were as large as a coin, but she was already able to recognize Beelzebub, and her face, which had been repeatedly washed with tears, had a familiar expression on her face, as if her soul had finally returned to this body.

"It's not me," she replied, screaming and wheezing, "it's Catherine, it's Catherine who got it...... Got the ...... of the sand jy！ From that Smith! ”

"Give her medicine." Beelzebub said, "Good medicine." ”

Amp brought some anesthetic analgesics, and he gave Chizz. Carson's gesture was brisk and swift, and during the injection, he nodded to Beelzebub to indicate that it had been mixed with scopolamine (a substance called a trumper). Not all of them are telling the truth under its anesthetic effect, but that's only for those who are trained).

Beelzebub waited ten minutes for the anesthetic to work.

The whole thing didn't happen by the end of the day - after the two women formed a temporary alliance, Catherine was given a small assignment - Dr. Smith, who was working at Manchester Medical School, was given something he shouldn't have (oh, maybe a lot of people have forgotten that the piece was taken by Boa. Fragments of metal that Douglas had maliciously handed over to him were stained with blood, tissue fluid, and fragments of internal organs. There is also a small piece of epididymis). Dr. Smith was thrilled to discover that there were still viable mature sperm in the epididymis, albeit in small numbers.

His home is a small biology lab, but some of the more critical parts need to be done in the laboratory of Manchester Medical School. There were also some important details to inquire and discuss, he had too few samples in his hand, he was pressed for time, and he didn't know anything about the Anomalous before. It was from the few small questions he vaguely asked that something was wrong - the daring Mr. Smith was quick to do so, and when they broke down the door. He already has fifteen healthy and lively fertilized eggs.

The agency was tasked with bringing everything back, but Catherine got too much information from Mr. Smith and she immediately turned the old bastard into an idiot and preemptively got the box containing the fertilized egg, and "accidentally lost" it the next moment.

She found Chiz. Carson. Of course, Chitz. Carson had envisioned that the whole process would probably be reversed, but I think the little girl wouldn't care too much.

"Do you think he will marry you if he has Sasha's child?"

Beelzebub said. His tone was steady and shivering.

Chiz. Carson smiled (God, she could still laugh). "Or else? Do you think he will? He was such a gentle, traditional, conscientious and compassionate man, and he knew that his future wife would not be from the Westland, so he wouldn't date any girl who wasn't from Poseidon Island, because that would break their hearts, even if it was only for a few hours, and he didn't want to—do you think he would be the kind of person who left his children and their mothers at will? ”

"He won't," said Beelzebub, "so you made such a monster?" ”

Chiz. Carson blanked for a moment, "Don't call it a monster," she said cheekily, "Your brother will be upset." The anesthetic worked so hard that she tugged at her calf, "I don't want it to look like this—we're going to have to hide from the others, the institutionalists, yours, my classmates, my mother, my uncle, my grandfather, you, and Sasha and his father—we haven't done much testing, not even once in the next five months, I gave birth to it in a tub that's only four feet long, and Catherine was going to kill it, but I didn't want to—it still had a good lung capacity, Crying can make noise up and down at least six neighbors, and its skin, do you want to peel it off and make a lampshade? It's in your living room," she chuckled, "Your guests will be amazed." ”

"I see." Beelzebub replied simply, "Pray, Carson." ”

The muzzle with a little temperature resisted Chiz. Carson's forehead.

Chiz. Carson looked at Beelzebub for a moment, and when she realized that the man was not joking or threatening, she screamed loudly and stepped back, trying to push away the deadly hand in front of her with senseless scratching and hammering.

No, no, no.

Beelzebub listened for a moment, and the sensitive ears of the Adept made him uncomfortable. Carson didn't repent, she prayed, she just repeated her last name incoherently.

"I'm Douglas!" She cried, "I'm still a Carson!" You can't kill a Carson ......"

No, no, no.

"May the Lord forgive you, Amen." Beelzebub whispered.

No, no, no.

"Besides, I've already killed a Carson, Carson."

No, no, no.

Sharp little tentacles –

The bullet pierced the anterior skull and flew diagonally, leaving one in the back of the head and John Brown. Carson touched the same big hole.

The screaming stopped.

Sharp little tentacles –

Beelzebub raised a hand and pressed it lightly against his throbbing temple, but he did not put away his gun. Instead, he returned to the room where the baby was kept.

The curtain opened, and the fat little maggots wriggled in the pile of cotton cloth.

A yellowish-green, foul-smelling stream of water erupted from the tiny holes covered by the flesh that Beelzebub had not seen before, and it rose so high that it stained the curtains and the bed boards.

No, no, no.

Sharp little tentacles –

Beelzebub looked down at it.

No, no, no.

"Soon," Beelzebub assured, "you won't feel any pain." ”

No, no, no.

Live and live and live.

Beelzebub aimed at it. compared to the trauma that a bullet would cause. What a small little head this horrible little head is.

No, no, no, no.

More small tentacles.

I, I, I, I.

Stay alive...... Live and live......

Daddy Daddy Daddy!

Beelzebub's hand trembled.

No, no!

Countless small tentacles.

Sasha. Hopkins' fortress for Beelzebub.

No, no!

Save me, save me, save me!

Daddy Daddy Daddy!

The sound of gunfire shook the room.

***

Bepp has never been more agile.

He entered the room a little later than Beelzebub, and then he saw the young leader raise his gun, and there was still five or six paces between them. He barely had time to think before he leaped on, grabbed Beelzebub's legs, threw him down on the carpet, and climbed onto his back the next second to try to hold him down. Less than a foot above his head, the charred bullet holes emitted cyan smoke. Baby, well, a baby for now, at least it cries like a baby. Its cry was nothing short of earth-shattering.

"Wait," Bepp cried, "wait. You can't- Beelzebub, that's a Hopkins child! ”

"Bastard!" Beelzebub cried out, "They made it." Just to use it to humiliate my brother! ”

He stood up, as if he wasn't that human, and Bepp was ridiculously leaning on his shoulder, clutching his arm, feeling like he was fighting a one-ton bull.

"Even then!" Bep hysterically retorted: "Nor can he - only his father can kill him - remember our rules, only the father can decide the fate of the child, you can't, you are not Sasha. Hopkins! ”

"Let the rules go to hell!"

"Will your friendship go to hell too?" Beep shouted into Beelzebub's ear: "Do you know how much Sasha has done to gain the trust of others - you are going to ruin it all?!" No one else cares what is wrong with this child, they just know that you killed him, the firstborn of Sasha! ”

Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy!

A consciousness warmly slapped Beelzebub's head, and he gasped and turned away.

Sasha. Hopkins stood in the doorway, his coat undressed, probably from another hurry, his tie unbuttoned, the top of his fine blue and white striped shirt unbuttoned, and the lower edge of his blue-gray trousers stained with sand.

"You look bad, Beelzebub."

Beelzebub pushed Beep away (in fact, as early as the moment Sasha appeared, Beep had already let go of his arm), and he opened his mouth, and a warm liquid flowed into his mouth, and he realized that he had burst into tears.

"Those bitches, bitches - bastards, ...... three bitches"

"I know," Hopkins said, as he walked over and hugged his brother tightly, "I know it all." ”

"They ruined him, ruined him......"

"Yes."

(To be continued)

Upcoming Chapters:

"He's so nervous," Sasha said, "he's never had a chance to relax." ”

"Indeed." Bepp said sincerely.

***

"There will be a hundredth of a percent," said Beelzebub wearily, "I will rejoice, for the sake of money, and position, vanity, and power, that my father is dying, and that I will calculate how much his death will bring me." ”

***

"You know, he's deaf and blind, with no hands or feet, no uterus and no yinjing."

"But that doesn't stop him from being my child." (To be continued)