Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 55: Momicide Joke III

I collected the guns and crossbows from the dead.

　　 Guards kept rushing from the front corners and stairs. They were obviously holding guns, but they didn't pull the trigger for the first time, just shaking them to threaten them. I thought it was ridiculous. The corpse was lying on the ground, but they didn't seem to understand the situation.

　　 Maybe the ghost smile scared them.

　　 A young man pointed a gun at me, his tone trembling.

　　 So I shot, I kept shooting, every bullet would go through a person's head. I listened to the footsteps and screams hidden behind the corner, and the ability of interlocking judgment allowed me to perceive their position from the details even if I couldn't see them. I kept moving, shaking my body, avoiding the direction of the muzzle without worrying about being killed by a bullet.

　　 As long as you perceive it, your body will adjust on its own.

　　All I need to do is pull the trigger.

　　 Compared with the invisible dead body, the monsters that cannot be killed with ordinary bullets are as fragile as porcelain.

　　 Killing is difficult, but killing is very easy.

　　 A moment of passion and orgasm, followed by boring and boring.

　　A guest poked his head out, but soon screamed and shut the door.

　　 When I reached the top of the stairs, there were already piles of dead bodies.

　　Despite the fierce fighting, the guests did not dare to appear because of the gunfire.

　　 no guards appeared again, and there was dead silence behind him, except for the hustle and bustle from the pool.

　　 I feel like a lonely hero.

　　 I took out the cigarette, lit it, and then stepped up the stairs. I deliberately stepped on heavy steps and told them that I was coming.

　　 Why do you do this? Why can't you walk quietly? Obviously hate extra-junctions.

　　 but...

　　 Maybe.

　　 Whether you kill or be killed, isn’t it fun to do what you are doing now?

　　Will it be you who die? How far can I do it? This kind of thinking makes people shiver and attractive. In any case, I want to try it if I have the opportunity.

　　 This makes me feel my own uniqueness.

　　 This makes me believe that I am different.

　　 But when I think so, I am mixed with some disagreement.

　　 is really strange, my head starts to hurt.

　　From here, I found a camera on the wall, and I used a bullet to rest it temporarily.

　　 The guard on the second floor was killed when he went downstairs, and the corridor was empty at this time. The disheveled man pushed the door of the box and walked out and greeted me in surprise when he saw me. He doesn't seem to know what's happening outside, maybe it's because the soundproofing effect of the box is too good, maybe his head is not clear at all.

　　 "Dude, you look so cool." He said drunkly.

　　 "Thanks for the compliment." I said.

　　 "I like your Facebook very much. You are a singer? I didn't expect this store to have this kind of service. What is it called...?"

　　 He staggered over, and I held his shoulders.

　　"Go, go to the toilet." He snorted and said, "There, go there."

　　 I took him to the toilet. In addition to the entrance and exit for men and women, there is also a storage room. The entire second floor is a luxuriously decorated private room, and there is no unique place, but recently strange things have happened in the toilet, I think I should try my luck.

　　 I pushed the man into the toilet and kicked towards the door of the storage room.

　　 The little red door is so strong that it didn't waver at all. On the contrary, it made me feel like I was in the right place.

　　 I was about to kick the second kick when the red door was opened from inside.

　　 looks familiar.

　　A man in a uniform and a hat.

　　 No one spoke. I stepped back and shot. The bullet that flew to my head was blocked by the palm he raised in advance. As if grabbing a bullet, he threw the bullet to the ground. The center of the palm was bloody, but he started to get better with his breathing.

　　 I fired at other parts of him frequently, until I shot out one of his magazines. He was beaten back and forth again and again, but after the gunfire stopped, he just tightened his muscles and roared like a beast, and the bullets embedded in the body were squeezed out of the blood hole.

　　 He lifted his face, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes, like an irritated beast, and the sound of inhalation seemed to draw a vacuum around him.

　　 I throw away the pistol without bullets. He took out a piece of iron rod from behind, grabbed it with his hands like lifting weights, stretched his body upward, and pressed the air in his lungs. His pupils focused on top of me, as if looking up at some fearsome existence in nothingness.

　　What did he see?

　　His spirit is obviously abnormal, his sight and voice are in a trance after taking the medicine.

　　Like the hat man I once saw, he took the medicine called "Paradise".

　　The medicinal power is undoubtedly powerful. Ordinary pistol bullets have no effect, and he will catch a crossbow. Crazy, arrogant, just like the trio I faced at Sakuya's house.

　　 "You are going to die here." He said in a heavy nasal voice: "In the name of truth."

　　 Stupid jokes.

　　 I drew my dagger and stepped forward, and he also came to face him with an iron rod. Attack at the same time like a duel.

　　 The collision of speed and power.

　　 Sparks splashed on the daggers and sticks, no matter which side it is, it is impossible to actually break through the opponent's defensive circle.

　　 forty times in five seconds, testing the limits of what mankind can reach.

　　 Roll, dodge, aim at the key, as long as it is effective, there is no need to worry about ugliness and embarrassment. On the wire rope of life and death, self-esteem and face are meaningless.

　　 is evenly matched.

　　The special dagger mixed with graystone, there is no cutting advantage in the face of the iron rod.

　　The self who smoked graystone, and the man in the "paradise" hat, counted the weight of the equipment, and the intensity of the exercise function was roughly equal. The difference in the experience and reaction of fighting each other, plus the deviation value of the ability to correct for the chain judgment, is also the same.

　　The temptation is over.

　　Although there is no graystone bullet and can't give a fatal blow as easily as last time, but this time I also came prepared.

　　 When the attack becomes inertia.

　　 The left hand armor popped out of the arm blade, and the sudden sharp weapon immediately caught the man by surprise, and backed away like a shock. I rolled on the ground, the sharp blades of my hands twisted towards his ankles, whistling in my mouth. The man was forced to jump up, and the dark shadow leaped from behind him. The sound of the wind hitting the back of the head immediately drew the man's attention away.

　　The black shadow and the iron rod passed by.

　　 staggered sharp blades on the ground and cut off the man's ankle in a moment.

　　 He fell to the ground with a scream, and the black shadow hovered on his face, taking the opportunity to peck at his eyes.

　　 He tried to drive, but my finger was cut off. The iron rod and his finger fell on the ground. With a heart-piercing scream, the eyeball was pulled out by the sharp beak.

　　Quark fluttered its wings and jumped away.

　　 The man in the hat covered his hollow eye socket with his left hand, and a large amount of blood continuously poured out from his fingers.

　　 "Eyes! Eyes!

　　 ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

　　 It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! "

　　 He turned over and fumbled for his fingers and feet. The blood gushing from the fracture was smeared by his clothes, leaving a large wet trail on the ground. When he first touched it, I walked up and took them all. Kick away.

　　"Asshole! Asshole!" He inhales in pain, his voice is unclear, "How did you do it? My body is invulnerable, how could I be slashed...by scalpel..."

　　 I did not answer. I just squatted down, pierced his intact left palm with a dagger on the floor, and pressed his feet firmly to check the injury at the fracture.

　　The flat wound, the blood vessels and muscles move like a dying struggle~IndoMTL.com~ They shrink one by one like chewing.

　　 "This can't kill me." Perhaps to use his superiority to vent the pain of failure and pain, the man in the hat made a weird smile, "Even if his throat is cut, it will be very soon... soon... Hurry...er..."

　　 He spit out a large mouthful of blood, and his breath gradually weakened.

　　 "Why... why... can't stop...?"

　　The blood flowed quickly, and the muscles and blood vessels of the fracture did not struggle anymore, and they slumped down like death.

　　 I walked over to his head and looked at his pupils. When my dizzy eyes met me, I shrank suddenly, and he seemed to see something frightening.

　　 "No, no... no ah ah ah ah!" He screamed and shook his head vigorously.

　　 Poisoning, hallucinogenic, body convulsions, catering to a gradually weakening heartbeat.

　　 "What did you see?"

　　 "Evil, devil...it, it came to pick me up...ha, haha...hahaha..." Hollow eye sockets, blood flowed down the cheeks, and the incomplete facial features gave rise to a complex and inexplicable look "Flesh and flesh are like grass and trees...Glory...like the epiphany, the grass, the grass will wither, and the flower will wither...cough cough...but...death is not the end, as, as the truth...forever..."

　　 I don’t understand what he is talking about in his sleep.

　　 I inserted the arm blade into his heart and smashed it completely.

　　 Then wiped the murder weapon clean with his clothes, and dragged the corpse and residual limbs into the storage room. Turn on the faucet at the hand-washing place, connect the hose, and use water to dilute the blood on the floor.

　　 At this time, a guest walked in and out, but he just immediately covered his nose, pinched his feet, and hurried away with a look of disgust.

　　 After that, I took the quark into the storage room and closed the red door again.