Puppet Curse Chapter 35: Kill

bsp;Long lost, sunshine! Hungry, there is no sunshine, the sky is dark, overcast, and it is still raining sparsely. This is really not a good weather.

Hong Mo led Ling Yin in front of the entrance of the research institute, surrounded by a circle of anti-explosion police. The mood of these policemen was as heavy as the gloomy weather above their heads.

Hey~!

There were no traces of fighting at the scene, and it was obvious that the five-person superpower team had left here. It's really unlucky. I'm so ten minutes late, and I just happened to be blocked at the door.

"Dad, is this the sky?" Hong Lingyin looked at the sky covered with dark clouds and asked a question that made people laugh and cry.

"Well, this is the sky." Hong Mo replied seriously.

"It seems that it is not as beautiful as dad said."

"The sky is indeed not very pretty now, but there will always be a clear day. I promise, the sky will definitely be beautiful then." Hong Mo ignored the police outside and explained to Ling Yin seriously.

Hong Mo took Ling Yin and took a step forward. Clicking sounds continued, and countless guns were loaded and aimed.

"Shoot!" An order spread from the crowd, and the continuous gunshots echoed over the institute. There was no persuasion to surrender, no hesitation, just full fire.

Hey~~! After ten years of not seeing each other, the Celestial Dynasty is so courageous, Hong Mo sighed in his heart. Stretching out his right hand, spreading his five fingers, the super power field was opened, and countless bullets stopped from fast to slow, suspended in the air. After a while, these bullets formed a wall of bullets in front of Hong Mo.

What a pity, the bullet is still the same, it still has a metal slug.

"Fuck! Change bullets, the target is an electromagnetic superpower." A voice sounded. Obviously, these armed police officers were all time-tested battlefield veterans. As soon as they saw something was wrong, they had already started to replace bullets without any orders from above.

What a pity, it’s too late!

A trace of red appears in the red ink pupils, and the super power field unfolds!

In an instant, a huge current rolled through the superpower field like a wave. The intensive gunfire suddenly stopped, and then the armed policemen were seen falling to the ground one by one like dominoes.

It is common sense to humans that air does not conduct electricity. In fact, this non-conductivity refers to the general situation. That's because the resistance of air is too high, and ordinary voltage cannot penetrate the air. In fact, isn’t lightning just a phenomenon of massive power generation? As long as the voltage is sufficient, air can also carry current.

The electric current of superpowers has another advantage, the superpower field. The specific function of the superpower field is not yet so clear, but one effect that is certain is the blessing and control of one's own abilities.

For example, electric current, heat, light... For example, Hong Mo, as long as he spreads his superpower field throughout the space, there will be countless conductors in this space. As long as the superpower field is stronger, the resistance of this conductor will be smaller, and the current can reach the space covered by the superpower field with minimal loss.

In the past, Hong Mo would not have been able to achieve such an effect. At that time, Hong Mo's super power field was not so powerful. But now….

Having lost her power, gained it again because of the experiment, and because of her desire to leave, Hong Mo has never given up her efforts to exercise her superpowers. Today’s red ink is no longer comparable to the red ink of ten years ago.

The current was not large. Although these armed policemen were electrocuted, many did not die, especially in places far away where the current was not so strong. It's not that Hong Mo is not capable enough, but that Hong Mo doesn't want to kill them like this.

From now on, we will definitely face countless pursuits from the outside world. It is necessary to retain a part of the mystery of power.

Hong Mo slowly walked down the steps. The outside of this research institute was relatively bright, and absolutely no one could tell from the outside how ugly it was inside.

Electromagnetic knife!

Hong Mo gently cut the neck of an armed policeman, and then walked to the next one..., the next one.

"You, you devil!" An armed policeman stiffened, stared at Hong Mo, and cursed slowly. Hong Mo stopped and stared at the middle-aged armed policeman indifferently. The face with Chinese characters is a little majestic, but more honest and simple.

Devil? I'm so sorry you haven't seen a real demon. Hong Mo closed his eyes and recalled countless **** scenes in the research institute.

"Dad!" Lingyin grabbed Hong Mo's big hand.

Logically speaking, Hong Mo should not let a child like Suzuyin see such a scene. However, Hong Mo believes that this is a very necessary step. The world has changed and it is no longer the peaceful society it used to be. People like him and Suzune, if they want to survive in this world, must get used to blood, even if this blood will slowly penetrate into the bone marrow.

"The little bat is hungry." Lingyin said softly, and then saw countless dark red bats flying out from the surface of Lingyin's body, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

"Is that okay, Dad?" Lingyin asked.

The little bats were all released, so they came to ask me if they could do it. Hong Mo smiled, and there was a lot of sadness in this smile.

"Yes."

Screams, countless screams, although these little bats are inconspicuous in appearance, they are also new alienated creatures bred using Hong Mo's genes. The seemingly tight clothes of the armed policemen were easily penetrated, and then the sharp teeth of the little bat penetrated the fragile skin of these armed policemen.

Screaming, moaning....

Hong Mo is a little confused, could this world be like this? Hong Mo suddenly remembered when he was young. At that time, who would have expected such a scene? Hong Mo raised his hands. Once upon a time, were my hands covered with blood?

Thousands of little bats drank their fill of blood and returned to Ling Yin’s soul space.

"Dad!"

"Let's go, let's get out of here." Hong Mo led Ling Yin and walked past the corpse, and the dark blood soaked the originally bright ground.

When passing a police car, Hong Mo stopped and knocked on the window. The trembling little policeman inside was suddenly shocked, and then stared at the red ink outside the window in horror.

Unexpectedly, there is another lucky person here.

"No, don't kill me!" The lucky man now looked extremely frightened, his pupils shrank, and he begged with tears streaming down his face.

"Can you drive?" Hong Mo suddenly asked.

"Yes, I am the driver, and I didn't go out just now." So that's it, is it because of this that I escaped death?

Hong Mo took Ling Yin and got into the police car. "Get out of here and take us to the city."

"Okay, okay, can you not kill me?" the little policeman replied tremblingly.

"If you behave well."

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"What's your name?" Hong Mo suddenly asked. Now the police car has left the institute and arrived on an asphalt road.

"Zhu Youqing, my name is Zhu Youqing." Faced with Hong Mo's question, the little policeman did not dare to hesitate at all.

"Oh." Hong Mo replied lightly, and then said nothing more. This made the little policeman very nervous.

"Dad, what is this?"

"What what?"

"That's this guy." Xiao Lingyin circled her fingers.

"Oh, this is a police car, a means of transportation that ordinary people don't have the opportunity to ride on." Hong Mo explained to Xiao Lingyin carefully.

Zhu Youqing drove the car seriously, but more of his attention was still on Hong Mo. After all, his life was in Hong Mo's hands. Getting closer and closer to the city, with more and more people, Zhu Youqing felt a little relieved. This guy probably wouldn't kill him in the downtown area. After all, there were so many people around him that it would be very difficult for him to escape.

While passing through a commercial street, a black shadow flew over the police car, and then there was a screeching sound of brakes and the screams of the crowd.

"What's wrong?" Hong Mo didn't see clearly what was going on just now.

"The black-feathered eagle is a large black-feathered eagle, as bright as a dog." Zhu Youqing pointed to the sky in front of him.

Following what Zhu Youqing pointed at, Hong Mo saw a huge bird with a wingspan of more than ten meters flying in the sky, holding a little girl under its talons.

"Please save my daughter, please, please save my daughter." A young woman knelt down in the middle of the sidewalk and begged loudly. However, the nearby pedestrians all had expressions of fear and joy, and no one came out to talk.

"Sir, please forgive me. This black feathered eagle has been around for a week. Every day, some humans are captured nearby to eat. We ordinary people can't resist at all. We can only wait for the power of the country to get rid of it. "Yes." A middle-aged woman softly comforted the mother who had lost her daughter.

"What's going on?" Hong Mo asked Zhu Youqing in front.

"Black Feathered Eagle, a week ago, a person with superpowers killed a small Black Feathered Eagle, and then this large Black Feathered Eagle wandered around here, arresting more than ten humans every day, it seems. In revenge." Zhu Youqing explained.

"Then what? You just don't care?"

"No matter what, how can I care? Can an ordinary person like me beat him? The feathers on this mature black-feathered eagle are almost like steel, and it flies very fast, with the top speed basically reaching the speed of sound. And because it is a bird Because of this, his body is extremely flexible. Among the alienated creatures that appear now, birds are the most difficult to deal with." Zhu Youqing looked angry and annoyed.

"You don't have the ability to kill, but what about the country?"

When asked by Hong Mo, Zhu Youqing calmed down, "I don't know, I'm just a small policeman, and I don't know why the higher-ups haven't sent anyone here now."

Hmph!

Hong Mo did not continue to ask, watching as the black feathered eagle grabbed the little girl and stopped on the top floor of a building. Then I saw the black-feathered eagle swiping its claws, clamping a small arm with its sharp mouth, and began to eat.

"Dad!" Hong Lingyin grabbed Hong Mo's arm.