George's body swelled dramatically, and in the blink of an eye, he changed from a thin young man to a burly man.

It's just that now this big man, his eyes are standing high above his head, and he is covered with swaying flesh buds. His body was like an abyss of fear, and these flesh buds were the greedy tentacles that stretched out of it, and they spread around with great effort.

In the gray moonlight from the window behind him, he stood tall, fist waving and roaring hoarsely.

The chains, which were not very thick, had begun to moan and tremble under this gravity, and the anchors anchored in the wall slowly extended outward, and the wall was cracking inch by inch!

Bob was already slumped on the ground, his slightly open pupils telling others about his fear. He was like a sardine stranded on the shore, trying his best to escape from the sun-drenched sand, but he was always struggling in place.

"Shoot! you bastard! Get up for me!"

Ford kicked Bob in the leg so hard that he pulled his pistol out of his waist, pulled the safety and shot George in the chest twice!

These two bullets stirred up not only blood flowers, but also the tyranny that welled up from the depths of George's soul!

He struggled more violently, his chains clanging more weakly.

"Let's go!"

Ford shot and stepped back, yelling at Ron as he crawled out of the doorway he had crashed out of!

"What about Bob?!" Ron shouted.

"Damn, how the do I know what this bastard is going to do?!

The fat on Ford's face was shaking wildly, and sweat was splashing around!

He's going crazy.

Ron gritted his teeth and was running to Bob's side to pull him up when he heard a sharp clang.

A chain broke.

George's right hand was freed and quickly tore off the chain attached to his left hand, and then he bent down and grabbed the chain on his foot fiercely, roaring angrily, and pulling it back hard.

"Bang!"

Another chain was torn off.

It's too late.

Ford's face was clouded with despair.

It's coming out.

When the last chain is torn off, then no one will be able to escape, and everyone will die at his hands—the devouring beast and tyrannical prisoner who has been hungry and angry for so long and has finally broken out of his cage!

Ron bit the tip of his tongue hard, snatched the pistol from Bob's hand, and turned to look at George.

"Name: George;

Age: 20;

Status: Demon, weak;

Notes: The beast that chooses to devour people is looking forward to the baptism of blood and the madness of torture and killing. ”

That's all?

Ron was unwilling, he gritted his teeth and continued to stare at George.

At this time, he only felt a sharp pain in his eyes, and blood slowly ran down the corners of his eyes. Throughout his line of sight, George becomes a line-drawn outline, like a sketcher's sketch of a figure on top of a drawing.

And in the midst of these outlines, a bright red light beats wildly.

Heart!

Damn it!

Ron was annoyed, why didn't he think of this!,

The weakness of almost all demon entrants will be the heart!

He was overwhelmed by the successive visions, and he forgot everything he had learned!

Ron stood up with his gun up and shot it hard at the heart!

The bullet hit George's left back, and after the bullet entered his body, George's body trembled, and he turned around suddenly, ignoring the last chain that had not yet been torn, and roared at Ron with recklessness!

Ron was overjoyed and shouted, "Shoot his heart!"

Ford was a battle-hardened veteran cop, and after seeing George's strange appearance and hearing Ron's shouting, he instinctively raised his gun and shot it at George's heart!

Sensing the danger, George's flesh swayed wildly, and the whole person fell backwards, and the bullet hit him in the abdomen.

The effect was minimal, but he retreated!

Ford saw hope.

He then raised his gun, took a deep breath, and aimed it at George's heart. But the moment he pulled the trigger, he was drenched in a cold sweat.

Hell he's out of bullets!

But George, a humanoid beast, instinctively ducked around after seeing Ford's movements. He landed on all fours, opened his bloody mouth and roared, and then lunged at Ford!

In mid-air, his body was caught by the chain on his left foot, and he slammed into the ground.

Despite this, Ford was still frightened, took two steps back and fell to the ground.

George angrily tugged at the chain on the ground, roaring in anger.

At this moment, another bullet was fired into his back, sinking into his flesh.

"Whew-"

George let out a wail of pain, and he turned sharply, his eyes fixed on Ron, his pupils full of viciousness!

The flesh on his body gives a lot of cushioning to the bullet, and shooting him from behind will not cause fatal damage to his heart at all!

And his marksmanship does not seem to be very accurate, which is a fatal heel.

"Ford, I'll draw him, you come shoot!" Ron yelled at Ford.

"Damn, I'm fucking out of bullets!"

What the hell!

Ron's mind flashed through a thousand thoughts, and he thought about what he had learned, and what it could do.

He began to regret why he didn't have those talismans with him!

Ron's gaze swept over George, and he fired a shot to stop the movement of the last chain George had broken, and then he noticed the potions and materials scattered on the ground.

The blue glass tube contained the juice of the root of the gale grass, the withered red flowers called the poison spotted flowers, and the tip of the tail of the mouse, the saltpeter, which had swallowed the powder of the beast's teeth......

Ron's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and he remembered that West's book had recorded the method of making a strong acid solution, which was so acidic that it could dissolve the armor bodies of some demonic substances, and the materials scattered around the room were completely capable of making this solution!

"Ron, what are you thinking, shoot, he's getting out!"

At this time, Ford yelled at Ron hoarsely, and even a hideous green tendon appeared on his heavy forehead.

Ron quickly came to his senses, and he shot at George to stop him, then tossed the pistol to Ford, "Cover me!"

Ford was startled, he hurriedly caught the pistol, "You didn't even pull the insurance, what should I do if you go off?!"

"Sorry Ford!"

As he spoke, Ron rolled forward, picked up two poison spots from the ground, and sped away.

George, who was still trapped in the chain, was pinned down by Ford, who lunged left and right, trying to break the chain with his whole body.

But Ford was really an old comrade, and after discovering that George was not invulnerable but had a fatal weakness, he fired every shot extremely steadily, completely suppressing George's direction of advancement.

Gale grass root juice, red saltpeter, gold-swallowing beast tooth powder......

And one last piece of material.

The acid-soluble of the man-eating flower.

The tube of potion rolled down the wall, and the tube seemed to be somewhat damaged, and a lot of the solution had flowed on the ground, corroding the ground into a black mark.

Ron glanced at it from afar, took a deep breath, and walked cautiously forward.

At that moment, George suddenly burst out of his side, and his long claws slashed down the tip of his nose!

Ron could feel the chill on the claws, and he could smell the stench in George's bloody mouth!

Good luck with this chain!

He quickly ducked behind him, "Damn! Ford! What are you doing?!"

Ford was running around the house at this point, "He's smart! He's starting to throw things!"

George roared in anger and used everything around him as a weapon, smashing at Ford and Ron.

Not a word, Ron was hit by a small wooden cabinet, and the whole person was smashed to the wall by this huge force, and he had no strength to get up for a while!

"You're alright! Ron!"

A gunshot rang out, followed by George's wail.

The moment George lifted his chair, the bullet sank into his left chest, and he fell to the ground as if he had been hit hard, but still roared and got back to his feet.

Wounded beasts.

"I'm restraining him again!" Ford shouted.

Ron clutched his chest and struggled to his feet, while the man-eating flower's dissolved acid lay quietly in front of him.

Lady Luck is starting to favor him!

Ron carefully picked up the tube, for the top was broken, and half of the solution had been lost, and the small half-tube didn't know if it was sufficient.

But what should be used as a container?

Ron glanced left and right, he noticed a small iron bowl for eating next to Bob, and quickly shouted, "Bob, throw that bowl over!"

Ford didn't know exactly what Ron wanted to do, but seeing the anxious look on Ron's face, he knew it wasn't a joke.

"Damn, you coward, throw that iron bowl to Ron!"

Bob shuddered and picked up the iron bowl, took a deep breath, seemed to be very determined, closed his eyes and threw it in Ron's direction.

Fortunately, this cowardly goods still have the right head!

Ron grabbed the bowl and shouted to cover me, crouching to the side.

Gale grass juice ...... Poison Spotted Flower ...... Stir...... Red saltpeter...... Mashed...... Gold-Swallowing Beast Tooth Powder...... Stir......

At this time, the iron bowl in Ron's hand contained a small half bowl of brown potion, and now it was the last step.

And this iron bowl......

Ron slowly stood up, he yelled, and trotted in George's direction, "Look! Ford!"

Ford was stunned, then picked up his pistol and stood firmly.

George roared in anger and trotted a few steps on all fours, then the man stood up, waved his long claws, and was about to slap Ron's head!

At this point, Ron poured the small half-tube of man-eating flower dissolved acid into the bowl.

The solution in the iron bowl boiled rapidly, puffs of white smoke quickly steamed, and an extremely unpleasant pungent smell soon filled the entire room, and the bottom of the iron bowl began to drip iron visibly with the naked eye.

In this short moment, it is about to be melted through!

Ron poured the bowl of solution towards George's chest.

The moment the solution touched George's chest, the granulations on his chest instantly shriveled and rotted. There was a sound of sizzling, thick smoke billowed out, George wailed in pain, and the flesh in his chest quickly melted away, revealing the beating bloody heart in the white bones!

"Bang!"

A fatal bullet was embedded in it.

George's wails stopped, the flesh buds on his body dissipated like a tide, and his body began to shrink, and finally changed into its original form, and fell straight to the ground, never moving again.

He was no different from a normal person now, the only difference was the corroded chest with a large hole, and the long, scattered eyeballs on the ground.

Ron fell to his knees, and Ford went limp as well.

"Damn, did we win?"

Ron gasped a few times and said, "In the current situation, it is true. ”

At this time, there were footsteps behind him, getting heavier and heavier, more and more urgent.

Then there was a loud bang, the wooden door was smashed open, and the figures of Muse and Eve slowly walked out behind the smoke.

Ron glanced back, a little annoyed.

Knowing that the muse could come at this moment, he shouldn't have risked his life.

Ford quickly climbed up, holding on to the wall, pretending to be relaxed.

The Muse didn't ask, he glanced around, his gaze lingering on George for a moment, and then landing on the iron bowl that had melted through the bottom.

"Well done, Ron. He said.

Eve replied, "It's really good. ”

"I'll take care of this, you guys get out of here and get some rest. ”

Ron nodded, then stood up and walked out the door.

Ford picked up both guns and lifted his pants. Walking up to Bob, he kicked Bob, "Get up, coward." What you've done has disappointed me so much. ”

As he spoke, he reached out and wiped all the sweat from his face on his hair, restoring the originally scattered hair to its original appearance.

"And now, Valian Officer Ford, is about to receive my medal of honor. ”