Chapter 187: OVER (1)

"Enough!" Catherine screamed, she couldn't see and could hear faintly, but the growing negativity from the outside world told her everything, she grabbed the lump of flesh at hand, and trembled and let out a little bit of her own strength - Sasha loved this friend very much, and she didn't want to hurt him.

The lump of flesh stagnated for a moment, then puffed up a few times as if to show dissatisfaction, Catherine was spit out like a piece of cow tendon that could not be chewed, the hair that Judas the red hair had carefully groomed for her looked like a mess of fried eggs, and the makeup on her face had long since been washed away by sweat, tears, and oil into a masterpiece that only a deranged abstract painter could have imagined in the deepest nightmares, Her silk garment, which leaves fingerprints when touched without gloves, has become one of many irretrievable victims—Catherine didn't care about that, she was thrown on the carpet, the force was neither heavy nor light, her back hit a table leg, Catherine grabbed it and stood up, and suddenly returned from the darkness to the light, her vision was not very clear, but she could still easily find Sasha and Beelzebub, the whole casino, to be exact, in the slaughterhouse, Only the airflow around Hopkins and the two boys was steady...... And cold.

"Stop at once," said Catherine, "Beelzebub. Bisandi, put yours ......" she couldn't find the adjective for a while: "Put yours...... Ability, take it back! ”

It's not up to me, dear aunt, Beelzebub said in her heart - to be able to intercept bullets less than an inch away at a speed of nearly a thousand feet per second and then ricochelate them back at the same speed...... Chegalle. Bissandi can do it, and Beelzebub. It will take time than Sandi, a long time - the star of this horror film is not Beelzebub. Instead, he sprinkled sand. Hopkins. Of course, Beelzebub didn't think that if she said this, Catherine would believe it. He hadn't spent much time with Catherine, but it was enough for him to understand what a paranoid and simple nerve this blonde and blue-eyed beauty had. Normally, the men of Poseidon Island would use a bullet to get things back to normal, but the problem is that Catherine is Sasha's aunt, the only blood relative, (and she's also the sister-in-law of Big Hopkins, but Beelzebub thinks that's negligible). Sasha may not love her that much, but that doesn't mean he'll be happy to watch her die, and the person who killed her is still his friend.

The mass of flesh around Beelzebub split into a tentacle. Scratching his hair, then again, he really couldn't figure out what this woman was thinking, was she sad for such a person? The devil testifies, here. Only the garbage who wanted to kill them and gamble with their lives, perhaps there were one or two innocent little lambs among them—Beelzebub could only say that their luck was too bad.

"Catherine," Sasha said, the lamp hanging above his head obscured by the flesh-colored film that surrounded him, and where he was was a cave in the dark. Catherine thought she had seen it wrong—only for a moment, she thought she was seeing Big Hopkins, and those eyes were red. But then she realized that she was wrong, and it was Sasha who was standing there. Hopkins, instead of his ghoul father, still has dark purple eyes, which are close to black in the underlit: "How do you feel?" His voice suddenly became extremely hoarse and deep.

"I'm fine." Catherine observed her surroundings from just now. The membrane avoids a small space, and they seem to be encased in a balloon. "Can you get your friends to stop? Sasha, let me come, I think I can control it...... Uh, the situation. ”

Sasha didn't speak, he looked at Beelzebub beside him, Beelzebub winked at him, he felt Sasha pulling back his strength.

"Come here, then," said Sasha, "Auntie." ”

Catherine, as if bewitched by something, grabbed Sasha's outstretched hand without the slightest hesitation, and the protective shield-like membrane quickly withdrew, splitting in the air, and then twisted into bundles of "things" that resembled thick ropes or cables, and retracted into their original positions in the strange snorting sound—Beelzebub's chest, back, limbs, hands and feet, Beelzebub exhaled softly, it was the first time that he had used this power that was not human for so long, on a large scale, furiously and resolutely, His heart was not as calm as he looked, and on several occasions, he could barely control it - Sasha had speculated that if one day his strength finally broke through the confines of reason and thought and succeeded in gaining the upper hand, the greatest possibility would be to eat everything around him that he felt could eat.

Beelzebub never thought that waking up with his friends in his stomach would be a good thing to refresh people's hearts.

Control is harder than indulgence, Beelzebub took several deep breaths to dispel the exhaustion that ran from the depths of his body and brain, a few drops of water hit his face, the son of the leader of the mob looked up in surprise, the fire sprinkler hidden in the canopy was spraying water, and the last few tentacles dropped the lighter and slipped across the ground into Beelzebub's trousers.

Catherine's power is invisible, silent, colorless, tasteless, and omnipresent, but it needs a medium, the air becomes damp, the carpet is quickly soaked in by water, and the commotion like a baby's breath penetrates into people's clothes and skin with the help of the spread of water vapor, at first it is inconspicuous, but it is not long before it takes over people's minds like a ferocious multiplying bacterium—their thinking becomes dull, their movements become slow, and some people (especially the wounded) fall down, and begin to fall asleep, Some of the stronger-willed people also became stupid, staring at each other with blank faces, not speaking or moving, but for a minute or two, the casino, full of screams and wails, fell into a graveyard silence.

Six people are still awake, Catherine, Beelzebub, Hopkins and Sons, and Ivan and Ivan's dark-haired female companion.

Anthony. Hopkins wasn't keen on guns, but that didn't mean he wasn't good at using them, he was able to shoot Ivan's skull with ease - with that walnut-handled revolver, the position of the bullet would cause a very subtle change in the center of gravity of the gun, which the average person wouldn't notice, but it wasn't a problem at all for the somewhat experienced Adeptus - he didn't pull the trigger because he saw something that interested him.

"Look at my darling." Ivan said, his thumb clasped around something that looked like a lighter, it was certainly not a lighter, and Beelzebub estimated that it could send the entire "celestial sphere" to heaven: "That," Ivan wrapped his arms around the neck of his black-haired female companion tightly, "And this, I know you're here for her." He shook his arm: "Let them see what you really look like, they will be fascinated by it." ”

The black-haired woman sobbed sharply, and her bare skin suddenly gave birth to an astonishing number of red rashes at a visible rate—the rash grew, bulged, turned into pustules, cracked, and translucent tissue fluid flowed out of it, something was turning in it, the crack widened, and they could see it clearly—it was an eye, exactly the same as a normal eye, the sclera, the iris, the cornea, the pupil, or at least hundreds, they hurriedly spun around, looking around, The transparent mucus flowed down like tears.

"No wonder he can correctly guess the bystander's card." Beelzebub said that his eyes could see things in the dark, but now they were only dim spots, and they could not hinder him in the slightest, and he could see the crack in the woman's finger, and an eye the size of a cherry pit was coming out of it, "He has too many eyes." ”

"He's cheating?!" Catherine said in surprise.

"Cheating, of course," Anthony said. Hopkins said, "The only way to win is to cheat." ”

"That's right," Ivan said.

(To be continued)