Police vs. Zombies (2)

Edward's face became more and more hideous, and he displayed a strong tendency to violence. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info saw everything lose its depth and sense of space, leaving only a ruin of ruins, broken and meaningless light scattered in all directions.

The rest of the police heard a terrible wail, and everyone had an expression of extreme horror on their faces. They hurried to end their fight with the zombies and ran in different directions along the walls of the corridor. A powerful pillar of flame erupted from Edward's palm, burning every corner of the hospital's halls and corridors. The yellowed floor was littered with discarded medicines and discarded syringes, and Edward stood in the center of the hall, his gaze particularly fierce. There was an invisible murderous aura on his cold face, without any pity or sympathy, only merciless killing. His face was still extremely pale in the light of the blood-colored fire......

Burning flames spread upwards along the walls and ceiling, incinerating almost everything that came across. Edward's doppelganger appears in various corners of the hospital and pursues the police. There were several cracking sounds and painful howls from the hospital, followed by a deathly silence. It couldn't be more terrifying, with the bodies of many police officers hanging upside down on the walls, their faces bloodied, making it extremely terrifying to watch.

Countless doppelgangers returned to Edward's body, and Edward looked up at what was happening in front of him, very pleased with his masterpiece. Edward bared his fangs and howled at the window, the air around him vibrating violently, and a moment later, he leaned down and ran towards the intensive care unit......

Edward came to the door of the intensive care unit, and several doctors wearing masks grabbed Edward's arm and warned him repeatedly: "You can't go in, this is the intensive care unit!" The patient inside is dangerous right now, you're going to freak her out!

Edward grabbed a doctor by the collar and yelled, "Get out of here!" Be careful I wring your neck! ”

Edward let go of his hand, and the doctor immediately went limp. Seeing this, the other doctors scattered in all directions.

"The door to the intensive care unit is open, and the next step is to capture Garin and complete the blood sacrifice." Edward thought to himself.

As soon as Edward was about to enter the intensive care unit, he was surrounded by a group of uniformed psychiatric patients, some of whom wore sunglasses; Some wore skirts and stockings on their feet; Some of them stared at each other, holding sticks and bricks in their hands, and from time to time they tossed and turned in their hands, looking extremely fierce. A leader dressed in gypsy dress walked up to Edward with his stomach shy, his arms held out above his head, and his mouth was soothing...... The atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense, and the sound of wheezing could be heard clearly.

The gypsy leader had brown hair and a sallow complexion, as if he had just been seriously ill. He glanced at Edward out of the corner of his eye and asked arrogantly, "Ah, what are you doing?" Don't you know that this is an intensive care unit? Ah, did you take the wrong medicine, it's not Halloween, isn't it too exaggerated for you to put on makeup as a vampire! Ah, let me ask you again, did you set the fire downstairs? You have to answer honestly, it's not a good boy who lies. After the gypsy leader finished speaking, he took a pose and snorted angrily at the psychopath beside him.

All the mentally ill stared at Edward as if they were about to choke his neck. Several mentally ill people twisted Edward's arms and behaved clumsily like the lame poet Byron. Suddenly, a fat man roared, "Beat him!" He is the modern poet who despises all times! Remember, those who dare to speak the truth are the enemies of politics! These are cruel times, and those who initiate provocations will pay a heavy price! ”

Before he could finish speaking, the gypsy leader began to dance wildly, curling his palms to peer at Edward, then turning and whistling loudly. The psychopath gradually converges on Edward, and one feels like an invisible pressure is approaching. This pressure grows deep inside, like a submarine rising to the surface with a surging undercurrent. This is the inscrutable fear that turns into a nightmare snake that clings around the human psyche.

Edward was furious, baring his sharp teeth and demonstrating to the crowd around him, trying to prove that his territory was inviolable. A terrible scream came from his throat, like a spike piercing the heart. The psychopaths heard the screams, and without the slightest panic, they gathered together and tightened the encirclement. Everything around looked so terrible, and the smell of death floated in the air......

At the door of the intensive care unit, psychopaths and Edward engage in fierce fights, and people are constantly being thrown out of the window. There are fewer and fewer people left, only the gypsy leader and the fat man Ah Yi leaning against the corner to resist desperately. Patches of blood stuck to the broken glass, the already deranged gypsy leader jumped left and right against the wall to try to attract Edward's attention, but it was all in vain, Edward stretched out his claws and firmly grasped his shoulders, lifted them up hard, and then looked at him indifferently, as if about to devour him. The gypsy leader hung his head, looking rather depressed, his brain was about to burst in pain, and there seemed to be many ants crawling around all over his body.

Edward shook the gypsy leader vigorously, his pale face looked particularly terrifying at this moment, he lowered his head and bit the neck of the gypsy leader, stretched out his tongue to lick the blood that kept flowing, and felt an indescribable pleasure. He looked around, a smug smile on his face, the blood that remained in the corners of his mouth filled with the smell of blood. The gypsy leader stiffened, and then shivered like a cold wind blowing through his skin. Edward smiled in satisfaction and gently let go of his hand, and the gypsy leader fell to the ground with wide eyes.

Edward flew up and kicked open the door of the intensive care unit, and a dodge appeared next to the patient, and the nurses saw this, screaming and running out of the ward. Edward shuttles between beds in the hospital, anxious to find Garin. He had made his final preparations and would hold a blood sacrifice at any time. Just build another tower of the dead to summon more zombies and vampires from hell. Thinking of this, an illusion suddenly rose in his mind, and this illusion blended with the misty sky.

Edward was amazed to discover that it was perhaps the dirtiest place in the world, with an inferior tavern hidden in the monitoring room of the intensive care unit. Edward found the tavern very dim, lit with only a flickering lamp from winter to summer, like stars in the lonely sky on a summer night, fading into the thin clouds. Edward looked up, stared at the ceiling overhead, and walked in. He was convinced that as long as there was no sunlight in the intensive care unit, the vampire could do whatever he wanted, because it was an eerie and dark lair.

In the tavern sat a man drinking alone, dressed in a plush coat, purple breeches, shiny boots, and galosings. The tavern was cramped, with only one hospital bed. A family member of a patient who was guarding the bedside saw Edward and fled in horror, staggering over the infusion bottle overhead.

Edward approached to find a small gold flask and a conch cup on the hospital bed, emitting a strong smell of alcohol, and an elderly patient with an oxygen mask passed out on the bed. The lights in the intensive care unit were dim, and the experienced nurse looked up without the slightest fear or doubt in his eyes, and Edward carefully identified the person as Mr. William. A black-haired and red-eyed dog prostrated himself at his feet, occasionally raising its head and protruding its red tongue, its eyes looking particularly bright. Edward glanced at Mr. William, licking the wound on the corner of his mouth, apparently from the fight.

"Be honest, you idiot! Please don't say anything, these are the most critical patients, they are dying and need urgent treatment! Mr. William's words suddenly broke the silence. Edward's concentration was completely disrupted, and his emotions were being pushed by his thoughts, thinking at a great speed. He now needed to find a stupid dog and kick hard to calm down, as there were still many questions to discuss with Natasha. Edward walked up to William, the nurse, and kicked the black-haired red-eyed dog hard. The dog's barking echoes in the intensive care unit, and it doesn't know the reason for the beating, just as it doesn't know why it was born.

Dogs generally do not retaliate against unwarranted scolding, but Mr. William in front of him is as violent as a wolf, and at this moment, Edward is in extreme danger because of his recklessness.

William grabbed a drip bottle and threw it at Edward, hitting him in the forehead, and a stream of blood flowed from his forehead. Edward shook his head vigorously and howled back to the bottom of a bench, just past the pure gin-flask that Mr. William had smashed into his head.

"You dare to bite me, you dare to bite me?" William, the nurse, repeated the phrase over and over again, picking up a bench leg and running on the ground, while pulling a folding knife out of his pocket with the other hand and opening it unhurriedly. "Come here, you born devil. Come here, do you hear it, are you deaf? ”

William, the nurse, had long heard Edward's name, as he was an adventurous man in his youth, having visited the vampire-infested city of Sistminster Abbey and seen vampires sucking blood. Edward stared at William impassively, for he preferred to suck blood, the blood of strong men, and apparently more to his appetite. He still crouched where he had been, screaming more fiercely than before, and he bared his sharp teeth and bit down on the corner of the bed, biting and gnawing like an untamed beast. (To be continued.) )