Martin laughed and stretched out his middle finger, and a particularly bright and dazzling bright light formed on his finger, and with a crackle, purple ball lightning shot out like a bullet, with a slight whistle, directly into the enemy's chest, and then exploded.

The EALF member's chest was blown open, his shoulders and head rolled to the ground, the smell of roasted meat filled the air, white ribs scurrying out of the charred flesh, and most surprisingly, he was still alive, his nails scratching deep marks on the ground, his mouth open, his tongue drooping between his teeth, his nose foaming blood, and his dark eyes staring at Martin as if they were going to tie him tightly with his gaze so that he could be dragged into hell with him.

Martin pulled open his wetsuit, revealing his shirt, a bright red undertone, covered with snow-white sperm with small tails, "Hey, good evening," he said ramblingly, in fact he didn't quite know what time it was, it was always gloomy, and he didn't care when he looked at his watch: "Dear Mr. Dog," he curiously poked the open mouth with his foot, and retracted it before it suddenly closed: "You're an idiot," he twisted his fingers, and the electricity between his fingers whirled"A fool," he emphasized in a singing voice, kicking his nose at his feet, "they turned you into an animal," he said gleefully, "but you willingly, didn't you?" You thought you could turn into a handsome werewolf, but you didn't expect them to turn you into a dog. ”

The man who fell to the ground—no, perhaps we can no longer call him a "man," for man would not have a dog's head, a pure, one-size-fitting, very large dog's head, with a blackened nose, dark brown fur covering the long snout, ears erect and clinging to the skull.

"Looks a little better than your friends." Martin said, fiddling with the body of the dying man on tiptoe, he had seen the photographs of the head of a black dog and the body of a human man, and he would never have had the imagination to connect the two if it weren't for the information given by the agency. A group of madmen, although he sometimes admits that he is a madman, he will not be as crazy as them - they can even abandon human dignity, body and mind in order to be able to stand in opposition to humanity completely.

Yes, they didn't just change their bodies, and it didn't take to dissect Martin to guess that the bursting muscles had squeezed the part of the brain that belonged to the human out of his ears, otherwise the waste under his feet wouldn't have done such a stupid thing - the gun was next to him, and he preferred to kill the three gadgets after the transformation was completed - maybe because he thought it would be nice to tear or bite a few imps with his own hands, but the truth is, he was too slow, He didn't even get in front of his prey before he was beaten by Martin's deadly guy.

The flesh at Martin's feet didn't move, the members of the EALF had already exhaled their last breath, his brain stopped thinking, his nerves didn't react, Martin dissipated the lightning in his hand in a boring way, but he soon found something else worthy of his attention.

"What's wrong with the little ghost?" He reached out and hooked the arm of one of the Einsatzgruppen members—they were helping the hostages evacuate, and he was holding a child, and the child's face was buried in his shoulder—Martin's eyes were glued to the back of the golden-brown head, which was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while—Martin grabbed the child's hair, and he had to look at the face, the face...... His hand suddenly bent over and gave him a hard slap on the face!

"What are you doing, Martin. Shawd? Standing in the doorway, the Boss with a face almost a mixture of "impatience" and "rage" and "exhaustion", he had a splitting headache, tearing his spirit apart, and then attaching himself to other humans, and if he was not careful, he would become an idiot or a schizophrenic.

"I think you should be more concerned about the pile on the ground now! For the sake of my twenty orders and reminders before the action! ”

Martin bared his teeth, the slap was not light, his ears were ringing, he clenched his fist, and the electricity flowed repeatedly in his fist - his ability has improved dramatically in the last year, in addition to the original sheet lightning, line lightning, chain lightning, he can also create stable ball lightning like the 17th century scientist Nikola Tesla, and command them with precision and ease, this powerful lightning that can pass through any object under certain circumstances brightens the eyes of the upper layers of the mechanism, Overnight Martin got all the things he wanted, the money, the honor, the status – but not enough to compare with the "boss" he once had, and he swallowed that breath and said, "Yes," he said in a huff, "as you wish." He turned around and secretly spread out the small ball thunder that had formed in his palm.

The "pile on the ground" was quickly converged, and according to the previous agreement, they belonged to the institution.

Both SWAT and HRSF have nothing to say, what they encounter is too incredible and too much to deal with, and without the "special members" of the agency, the chances of failure are far greater than the chances of success.

"But what is that, exactly?" The head of SWAT asked, "Who created those monsters?" Is it God, or is it the devil? ”

"God and the devil can do anything." The HRSF chief replied calmly, raising his hand and straightening his collar: "But only humans have nothing to fear. ”

***

Able took a deep breath, salty droplets popping into his mouth with a slightly sweet smell - he felt like vomiting at the thought of what had happened here not long ago.

He lowered his head and spat on the black sand.

His gaze rested on him, and Able looked up alertly, surrounded by people coming and going, dressed in black wetsuits and armed with firearms—members of the SWAT and HRSF or fellows of the Agency—the latter of whom tended to stay away from him.

There are no captives, no living EALF members.

***

Stryff withdrew his gaze, and the petty raft was staggered away from the sea, and across from him sat Kai Shengguo, and the faces of the parliamentarians who were out of danger were not happy.

He learned that the EALF members had not only killed a little girl, but that the reporters and staff members who had been invited by Kai Shengguo had their heads smashed and thrown into the sea on the first day, just because they were all young and strong and difficult to control - and Kai Shengguo's daughter was a member of the EALF.

"Where is she?"

"We want to know that too." The HRSF chief nodded: "Their leader, that is, that Somitre, has fled, it is possible, he is with your daughter, do you know where your daughter will go?" ”

Kai Shengguo was silent for a while, "I don't know. ”

The HRSF chief shrugged his shoulders and was not surprised: "Then that's it, if you think of something, you can always come to me." He raised his hand and walked away.

The petty raft floated on the surface of the sea and gradually approached the yacht, which was 85 feet long and had a bright red "Yong'an" written on the side of its snow-white hull, and sold for about 500,000 yuan.

This was given to Kai Yong'an, that is, Kai Shengguo when Kemira was eighteen years old, as a gift of adulthood.

Strav declined the help of the others, and he grabbed the sand and grabbed the rope ladder and climbed into the boat with the ease of an orangutan carrying only a cub.

Sasha sneezed slightly, her fingers clutching the fabric on her father's chest.

Kai Shengguo, who had boarded the ship one step earlier, stared at them intently.

"Yong'an." He shouted hoarsely, and then fell into a coma under the effect of the sedative.

***

Soon after the yacht left, the storm hit again, and it was as if it had never left.

A man disembarked at the dock, which was about two kilometers from the 19th arrondissement, a remote, almost deserted pier, with an empty hut on the pier that had been used to entertain tourists, and he walked into the house with difficulty, looked left and right, knelt down in a corner, lifted a wooden plank (covered with dust and cobwebs several inches thick), took a small bag from it, and stuffed it into his bosom.

He walked out of the road for nearly four hours before he saw the first house, where the careless owner had parked a fifty-percent new Honda outside the garage, and the fugitive joyfully accepted the gift he was desperately needing.

Driving in a hurricane requires not only skill, but also luck, and Sormitre had good skill and luck, although he could barely see anything three meters away, and the wind kept throwing rolled up things on the windshield - condoms, magazines, pieces of iron, cement blocks...... Everywhere - the most dangerous of all was a twig as thick as an adult's thigh that slammed into the roof of the car, knocking out a head-sized pit, and a high-voltage wire that flashed with a dazzling arc of electricity and flew past the window, illuminating the whole car with electric sparks.

In any case, after more than an hour, Sormitre returned to his secret lair of safety and warmth.

The car was hidden in the garage, and Sometre went into the kitchen, where he made a cup of Jamaican coffee, half distilled spirit, half coffee, and drank it all over the body at once.

He took a shower, changed into dry and clean clothes, and removed one of his contact lenses. There was a passport and a large denomination of cash in the small bag I took out just now, the passport is real, of course the person on the passport is not Sometre, but the faces are somewhat similar, only the hair and eyebrows are not quite alike, this problem can be solved with hair dye and eyebrow pencil.

He turned on his computer and booked his ticket for tomorrow with his new passport, and there were preliminary reports of the hostage incident on the Internet, and they had not yet mentioned Kemira or Kai Yongan.

Somitre's facial sketch appeared on the screen, lifelike, and the former leader of the EALF cursed in chagrin that in fact, he could have used his alternate identity, which was truly flawless and invulnerable, but Somitre hated it.

The glass was empty, and he got up from the table, wanting to add something, maybe a pure whiskey?

He smelled a peculiar smell that people often smell in pet hospitals, veterinarians used it to anesthetize animals, a ball of gorofon-soaked cotton cloth was pressed to his face by a strong hand, and the other arm was firmly, like a shackle, his arms were shackled, his feet were kicking on the floor, his chair was overturned, the computer was dragged down, the shell was broken on the floor, Sormitre tasted sweet, his body was soft and slippery like heated butter.

When he woke up, he was dizzy, and it was like a knife had been stuck in his throat, and the knife was still churning.

Tape and rope held him to his chair, straight and straight, and Streiff sat across from him, straddling the other chair, with the window behind him, the storm was over, the sun was like gold, the branches and leaves were like emeralds, the dew was like diamonds, and the air was fresh as if it had been transmitted directly from the Cretaceous.

"Good morning," Striff said.

Somitre tried to swallow and found himself able to speak, albeit in some pain, but patiently: "Good morning. He replied in a slow whisper.

Striff licked his fingers, "I wish it was over sooner," he said, "We've all had a hard time with the previous events, huh?" Mr. Somitri, we need to get straight to the point. He made a gesture: "First question, it's not the first time we've met, are we?" ”

"Until then, I can't be sure."

"And now?"

"In the hallway of the Violent Psychiatric Ward at the Ibon State Psychiatric Center, Area G, Anthony . Mr. Hopkins, ghoul, I can't say it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

"But you're the one who gets close first, Mr. Sormitre."

"Yes," said Somitre, his voice hoarse as if he had swallowed charcoal, "but I don't want to be your enemy, I just want to be sure ......."

"Sure what?"

"I don't know," replied Sometre briskly, "I don't know, maybe I can only understand what it is until I feel it again." I didn't want to hurt you, I'm not your enemy. He emphasized.

"What about the island of Grimera?"

"It was an accident," said Sometre, seemingly sincerely, "that Kemira didn't tell me that you and your son would go too." ”

Stryff blinked, "Second question, what about Kemira?" ”

"You're late," said Sometre regretfully, "she broke up with me six hours ago, I don't know where she went, did you go to her father?" ”

The ghoul smiled, a pure smile, with deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes: "Lies." He propped his fingers up on the back of his chair: "Know that honesty is a virtue, Mr. Sormitre, or more accurately, Kemira, Miss Cayonan." ”

……

Somitre curled his lips in a mocking sneer, but the ghoul's dark gray-blue eyes made him shut his mouth, and the expression on his face faded into a blank slate.

"How did you find out?"

Stravf moved his fingers, "First a feeling, then some features, I mean, a special skin crease at the inner corner of the eye and a perfume smell of gardenia," he inhaled hard, "It's kind of surprising to me, it's an interesting ability." Specifically, it was dogs and eels that inspired me, and I believe that a leader must be superior to the babbling animals, and the eel is a creature that determines its sex according to the situation - high density, male fish when food is scarce, female fish vice versa, oh oh, male when you need somitri, female when you need Kemira. ”

“…… What do you want? ”

"Your father is offering you a reward, through some undisclosed means, and he wants you to come home safe and sound, and I think he has prepared a way out for you. What do you think? Does the lost little lamb want to get back to his daddy? ”

Sometri (Kemira) had a disgusting look on his face, "No kidding," he said happily, "It's a rotten and smelly idea like a salted fish, I don't like Kai Shengguo, and I don't want to see him, even if you catch me, it's useless," he raised an eyebrow mockingly, "I'm not going to be Kemira again." ”

Stryff shook his head pityingly, "It's not up to you. ”

A pair of small hands reached out from the back of Sometre's neck, delicate fingers holding his head, and the power poured directly into each of his nerves like boiling water.

That's what it felt—Sormitre struggled frantically, his chair fell apart in a violent bobbing back and forth, and he almost escaped Sasha's grasp, but the Great Stryff pounced in time and pressed him to the ground, his knees pressed tightly against Sormitre's chest and waist, his pincer-like hands clasped the latter's arms, Sasha knelt down on the carpet, looking down on the face condescendingly, and the force he had induced rushed through the male body, forcing it to change its inherent form— Sometre's facial contours were rounded in minutes, his limbs were shortened and narrowed, his chest was raised, and the Adam's apple on his neck was rapidly disappearing.

Kemira is back.

＊＊＊

Kemira has been missing for more than a year, and she doesn't remember anything when she reappeared.

Only the Kai family knew that this girl, who was soft and sweet on the surface, but diametrically opposite on the inside, had returned to the Kai family a year earlier, and her father and brother had each paid two million for it.

She was returned with her hair shaved and her head wrapped in bandages, and the doctors were surprised to find that part of her head had been loboulated, and she had become very docile but stupid. The Kay family managed to hide the news from the outside world, and Kemira was sent to a private nursing home, where she returned home a year later with her hair covered with a scar, at least superficially healed.

Kai's family loved her as much as ever, and Kai Shengguo's wife supervised her to take medicine, check up, eat three meals a day, bathe, sleep, and exercise - Kai Yongping would remember to take his sister to the courtyard for a walk when he was busy buying new Tianjiu Wings (otherwise she would stay in the room all the time), and Kai Shengguo, who was engaged in the state council election activities, would also take some time out of his busy schedule to spend time with her.

……

"Do you think it's okay?"

"I'm fine, Dad."

"Would you like some tea?"

"Thanks, Daddy."

"The weather was nice today."

"Very good, Dad."

"I love you, Yong'an."

"I love you too, Daddy."

……

(End of volume)

The next volume – next Wednesday – I'm going on a business trip these days...... I'm sorry.

Ps:

It is said that in psychology, men who draw willow trees tend to become women, while women strive for perfection.