"Let me see how you are doing?" Dr. Hopkins said.

Even for a few seconds, Beelzebub barely held on—reality was projected into his mind, and the surging pain followed by a horror that almost broke the spirit of an old thug - his body was about to be gnawed away...... There was only a little stubble left in the limbs, an empty abdominal cavity, a torn body cavity membrane, a small half of the stomach, half of the lungs, a bony head, only the brain and heart, and the spinal cord were carefully protected, but it couldn't last long, a few minutes, or a few seconds?

He really wanted to cry and call his mother, but unfortunately his mother didn't know where she was, maybe she was dead, and it was his father who was eating him.

"When you get back into your body," said the doctor, "you won't hurt so much, after all, you're more like a big plate of pasta with ketchup, and the same is true of Chegalle, only more – adrenaline is running around, like inflationary bills that you can squander as much as you want." ”

"What about Andreana?"

"She's dead," Sasha said, "if that's what you want, her body is still alive, but her consciousness is no longer strong enough to affect anyone, including herself." ”

"Now it's your job," said Anthony. Hopkins said, "Beelzebub, it's just you." ”

Beelzebub looked at him, then at his friend and brother, and unsurprisingly saw worry and hesitation in those purple-blue eyes, "Of course it's just me. He said, before Sasha made any indications.

***

The way Hopkins articulates attitudes is both simple and crude.

Beelzebub was thrust back into his consciousness at once, he had no time to understand the state of his body (which was it anyway), and the most urgent and necessary thing now was war. Between him and Chegalle's, his son and his father's, the two Abilities, their abilities were so similar, and their ways of fighting were not much different—devouring, furious, and primitive—Chegalle had the upper hand. But it can't be said to be a foregone conclusion—every piece of meat that has been swallowed but has not yet dissolved. As long as it has nerves to receive brain waves, it can do the opposite.

According to old Andreana's original vision, Beelzebub should be imprisoned in her own consciousness alone. His body was cut off from his brain until the last bit was disintegrated and absorbed, and the spiritual world attached to * would naturally disintegrate without a trace, but now. The net she had set up had been retracted, and Beelzebub had been able to regain control of her body. So the pieces of meat that were forced to swallow turned out to be knives and bombs hidden in Chegalle's body.

The chunks of meat, which had swelled up to more than half the room, let out high-frequency (like dolphins) screams, mingling, you eat me, I eat you. It was too difficult for the carefully guarded heart and brain to run around like a piece of coconut meat in a pudding, trying not to be detected by the opposing soldiers. The meat of father and son was poured into a sausage machine, and they were stirred together. It was stuffed into a tough, elastic casing.

***

Sasha wakes up in the Western Continent, exhausted like never before, while his father sleeps beside him.

He turned his head to look at the window, the curtains were closed, the curtains were heavy satin, and there were blackout cloth and gauze curtains inside, but there was still light that could penetrate through the gaps. The time difference between Manchester and Poseidon Island is only one and a half hours, which means that Poseidon Island is almost dawn.

Then his mobile phone fluttered and buzzed slightly, and he reached for it, an unfamiliar number.

A hand crossed his chest to pick up the phone, Dr. Hopkins didn't speak, he just listened, then nodded, pressed the phone and touched his son's lower eyelid, which was dark and blue.

"Beelzebub lives," he said, "and Chegal lives." ”

Sasha's eyes widened slightly, he really didn't expect both of them to live: "This is really good news," he said sincerely, full of joy, and then he paused for a moment: "You helped them?" He said firmly.

"Because a nasty old thing complains that I'm not as sincere with my friends as you are." The ghoul said, "I want to refute him once, and that's it." ”

***

Chegalle is alive, but in a bad situation. But he's alive, and he can solve a lot of things alive.

His body is no longer enough to perform the duties of "Tang", so Beelzebub, who has not yet reached the legal age of xingjiao in some regions, needs to be seated in advance, a young "Tang" who can't help but be despised by others, his previous performance was not so good, about six or seven out of ten people maintained a wait-and-see attitude, and the people on his side may not have the intention of coercing the Son of Heaven to order the princes, and some people reacted strongly, thinking that they did not need a cowardly "Tang" like a mainlander.

The first thing Beelzebub did was submit an application for suspension, his, and the sand sprinkler.

When the approved application was forwarded to Brian, Loll, not Miss Lohr, but Mr. Lohr, who happened to be sitting next to him, took a preceded look at the email with great interest: "Only a year?" "He commanded the mouse to move down, Poseidon Island can be said to be the cecum of this country, many people think that it is useless and cumbersome, and it can be fatal when it is critical, but some people, I mean, some people who have the right to speak think that it is better to keep it than to remove it, but no, with the development of medical technology, it has been suggested that the cecum may also be one of the quite useful human organs.

In any case, Poseidon Island is sure to attract attention, not to mention that it has now changed its family, and in a few days, even these still very young little ones in Manchester will be able to pick up a lot of news worth seeing from various channels.

"Do you think they're going to hire a team of lawyers and start a lawsuit over the years?" "The mob's approach — not very elegant, not very civilized, but very efficient," Bryan said. ”

"Lions," said Mr. Lohr, "what a pity, I would have liked to be Sasha. Hopkins's guide -- and, if we talk about it next year, then Beelzebub. Bisandi's problem can be solved, and they may like to add the name of the leader of the thug to that notebook. ”

"Don't make fun of that," said Brian, "they don't necessarily welcome Bissandy." ”

"As far as I know, there are already six people who think we need new blood, even if it's a little dirty, but it might boost the Lions' immunity, and a little toxin is pretty good for hunters." Mr. Lore flicked the wheel in the middle of the mouse in boredom: "Although we were out of Manchester by then, we could at least find a place nearby to spend a few days to greet the newcomers, what do you think of the Tari Hut?" The president also vacationed there. ”

He turned his chair: "Are you going?" ”

“…… I'll go. Brian said, seemingly unaware of the other meaning of the question.

"Wonderful," said young Mr. Lohr, "you have not been out with us for more than a year, and you are like a criminal. I'm worried about you," he said half-truthfully, "and no one else is like you." ”

"Because none of them were the ones who shot them."

"You can't be blamed for that," said Lore, "we've all drunk too much and smoked marijuana, and it's not you who proposed the game, and it's not you who took out the gun, dear, you should understand that it's just a small mistake, and you're always obsessed with it......," he said mockingly, "you're acting like a broken saint, Brian, and you're making us all feel uncomfortable, and Wady says you're going to kill yourself." ”

"I fired the shot."

"Shut up, damn it, God, it was just an unfortunate accident!" Lore couldn't help but exclaim: "Everybody has to be responsible for his actions, and so does that damn cow, she knows what she's doing, she knows, and we've got to admit that she's working hard - but that's just a show, the apple was put in the mouth of the roast suckling pig, she picked it up and put it on her head, no one forced her, no one tried to coax her to do it, she's an adult, she's screaming for you to shoot, and she's still dangling there, no one can be accurate in that situation, not even 007, You shouldn't take all the blame on yourself! ”

***

Before the people of Poseidon Island and Masoye had yet to figure out how to face the new "Don", the new "Don" was ready to face them.

He eradicated his enemies as frantically and quickly as he uprooted the weeds in a courtyard, even if he brought some innocent flowers and plants with him - he had the money and people that Chegalle had given him in the open and in the dark, as well as the Paranormals, whom the unprepared and ordinary people could barely contend with.

"Those people got their wish," said Pepi, with a blazing fire reflected in his little eyes, "They wanted a brutal and ferocious 'Don,' and they did." ”

(To be continued)

Upcoming Chapters:

"A child?" The young "Don" almost jumped out of his chair: "A baby? My brother's? ”

"It should be true," said Pepi, "that girl bore him a child." (To be continued)