At three o'clock in the morning, a piercing siren suddenly sounded inside the forbidden city. A sharp long cry echoed under the gray sky, and the black windows lit up one after another. Thousands of robo-cops surrounded all the blocks, repeating over and over again all the bans on non-human beings from leaving the room. Guards were also urgently recalled, all sewer entrances were heavily guarded, and military aircraft even appeared over the forbidden city.
The non-people stood in front of the window, watching the slender cloud marks left behind by the continuous roaring of the aircraft in the air, and no one spoke. Tension spread amid the shouts of the guards in the distance.
No one knew what had happened, only in the few small buildings closest to the entrance of the sewer somewhere in the southeast, some inhumans could vaguely see something black coming out of the ground in the distance, throwing a few shadows that seemed to be people. Scrolling down, the screams of those people can still be vaguely heard in the dark night.
"What is that?" A young inhuman who was probably just an adult rubbed his eyes forcefully, "Am I dazzled?"
The older non-human beside him knelt beside him and murmured prayers, chanting over and over again like a nervous, "The Great Evil God is coming... The Great Teacher said something is not bad... The end of the earth is coming, The end of the galaxy is coming!"
Vasilev waited in front of the gate, watching several aircraft slowly land on the open space in front of the guard hall. At this time, a dull thunder rolled across the sky, and the ground rumbled. The guards looked at the sky uneasy, as if they were afraid of what was about to come.
Several bodyguards jumped off the aircraft first, and then the chairman of the Forbidden City Committee, Hopkin, and his secretary general. The gloomy and stern old man frowned and strode up the steps. When he passed Vasilev, he didn't stop at all. He just asked in a cold voice, "How is the situation?"
"All sewer entrances have been blocked. The survivors who have escaped have been quarantined and observed, and no signs of mutation have been seen so far."
"How many survivors are there?"
"Thirty-five in all. Five of them are guards."
Hopkin's footsteps stopped, and his leopard-like sharp eyes shot at Vasilev, "Guards? So you know that so many people are meeting in the sewers in the middle of the night?"
Vasilev smiled very tamely, "They are a gathering that has been applied for through normal procedures, and there has never been any trouble before. This time... According to those survivors, there was a sudden and serious mutation of an inhuman."
"What kind of gathering! When people gather together, they will cause trouble. Private gatherings of more than 20 people are not allowed outside the forbidden city. You actually allow these rapists to gather together in such a place?! I really doubt promotion. Are you making the right decision."
Vasilev showed a humble and submissive face, which was different from his usual gloomy and domineering look, "What you taught is."
Hopkin snorted heavily, turned his head and asked the secretary impatiently, "Have the military arrived?"
"It's already here, and Mars has also sent someone." The portable capsule on the secretary's wrist shot out a screen, with some information scrolling on it, "It seems that the mutated is the experimental object of Project Zero."
The corners of Hopkin's mouth twitched, and it seemed that things were getting worse.
I just hope it doesn't reach the president's ears...
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an hour ago.
Hell-like screams echoed in the intricate sewers, a large amount of blood poured into the originally black sewage, and the fishy smell permeated between the molecules of the air. The base camp of the Benefactor Society is now a sea of blood, the walls seem to be covered with a layer of crimson tapestry, the ground is layered with stumps and broken arms, and the eyes are cloudy and unwilling to look at the dark dome.
Ethan in the center of the darkness shone with crazy satisfaction and charm. He pressed his hand on top of John's head, and suddenly a thin barbed black tentacle pierced out of the skin on the tip of each finger. The non-human head is wrapped in layers. All of a sudden, all the tentacles closed towards the middle at the same time, only to hear the sound of the bones being crushed, and blood sprayed from the gaps of the tentacles like a waterfall. Ethan let out a groan similar to an orgasm as if he was very satisfied. His thin lips, which had always lacked blood, were now stained with blood, and his tongue quickly licked on his lips, with an expression like he didn't have enough.
He felt that a lot of vitality was pouring into his body with the blood and internal organs, and the unprecedented sense of fulfillment made him realize how tired and dry his body was and on the verge of collapse. He needs blood, he needs food, and these people are his food and will be a part of him.
The black lines on his face became denser, and the thoughts in his mind that once belonged to Ethan retreated back to the subconscious. Now he is dominated by desire, and the countless hungry and insatiable desires are burning in his body, urging him to plunder more and ask for more.
Schneider, who lost his support and fell to the ground, watched in horror what was happening in front of him. I can't believe that the mild-mannered and even cowardly Ethan turned into the terrifying appearance of a demon in an instant... No, even using a demon is not enough to describe what he saw, it was pure evil and chaos.
And Samuel was equally stunned. Even though he had seen it once, he felt that this time was not the same as the last time.
This time, Ethan chose to be like this voluntarily.
I chose to be like this in order to save them.
He never knew what kind of infection happened to Ethan, and he selectively wanted to forget everything he saw on the altar of Muscle. But now, he has no way to deceive himself. He saw the contented smile on Ethan's half-stained cruel and wicked face, and saw him without hesitation to lower his head to suck the blood from the neck of John, who had lost his head. He felt that Ethan was so unfamiliar and familiar, so above everyone, free from all the shackles that bound him.
He originally thought that Ethan must be unaware and in control of all this, but when Ethan looked at him, he was not so sure.
He saw Ethan wipe the corners of his mouth slowly, a tentacle on the back of his neck nimbly waving over, and the sharp spikes at the top cut through the hemp rope that bound his arm. Samuel hurriedly untied his feet with trembling hands, intending to untie himself and then untie Schneider. It's just that he didn't expect that the knot was so complicated and tight that it couldn't be untied for a while, and there were no weapons that could be used nearby. He was about to ask Ethan to help him get the rope off his feet, but he almost stopped breathing when he looked up.
Several laser beams shot out suddenly, and Ethan suddenly felt hot and cold in his chest. He lowered his head, only to find that the laser beam had burned through his heart. He heard Samuel let out a horrified cry: "Ethan!!!!"
Ethan raised his head slowly to see the blond guard in the corner who had shot him under the cover of a corpse. Seeing that he didn't fall down immediately, the guard shouted and shot him several times. Ethan didn't dodge and let the brilliant laser beams penetrate his thin body, shaking with the force of the piercing.
But Ethan still didn't fall, he even bent the corner of his mouth at the guard. I saw that many black thin threads suddenly appeared in the blood hole at the mouth of the heart, woven layer by layer like fibers, and the flesh and blood healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not just that one wound, all of them began to heal, and his blood was black as velvet, coagulating on his filthy, tattered inhuman uniform.
Ethan calmly stretched out a tentacle and rolled up the blond guard until it was in front of him, his green eyes staring at him faintly.
"Forgive my life... Forgive my life..." The blond guard was so frightened that he was drenched in fright, his hands tightly clasping the thick tentacles around his waist.
Ethan's expression was calm, and another tentacle behind him suddenly stabbed into the Alpha's mouth. This tentacle was not the same as the others. There were no murderous spikes, sharp teeth or acid, but a tube. Open your mouth. Alpha whimpered, sliding his throat up and down, as though something had been poured into it.
Then, Ethan suddenly released him, let him fall on the layers of corpses below, and said coldly, "Go away."
He didn't know why he didn't kill the guard, let alone what he gave him to drink. He does it all out of animal instinct.
He just felt that he had absorbed a little more, and his body felt full, and he wanted to release some excess energy. And he intuition that these energies remain in the body of this blond human being, and this human being becomes a part of him. He doesn't want to kill him anymore.
However, while Ethan was concentrating on dealing with the blonde guard and Samuel was scrambling to untie his feet, no one noticed that one of the two masked Alpha executioners on stage had Ethan was not completely killed, but was temporarily knocked out. The man had come to his senses and took off the mask on his face, revealing a face that was almost crazy. He quietly approached Schneider, who was still unable to move, from behind, with a weird smile on his face and a nervous murmur in his mouth.
"Kill them...the punishment will be over...the Great Evil will be gone..."
After hearing Schneider's exclamation, Samuel and Ethan discovered that the slipped fish was holding Schneider at the moment, with a homemade glass dagger lying across Schneider's neck.
"Stop!!!" Samuel didn't care that his feet were not completely free from the confinement, he crawled and rushed over. And Ethan also raised his hand, and the tentacles on his fingertips were thrown like a long whip. The inhuman head was split in half in an instant and fell down.
But it was still a step too late, and Schneider's eyes widened, blood gurgling from his neck.
"NO!!!!" Samuel crawled towards him, catching him as he fell back. Samuel put his hand on Schneider's neck wound in vain, only to find that he couldn't hold it. He didn't notice that he was sobbing, just kept yelling, "No, no, no, hold on! Please!" as if that would stop the blood from flowing.
Schneider's eyes were wide open, looking at him almost greedily, there were so many changing and crowded emotions, unbelief, nostalgia, reluctance, sadness, regret. His life was passing by in front of him gradually losing his mind, and there were so many things he wanted to do that he didn't have time to do, and so many places he wanted to go to. He hadn't been home to visit his grandmother for two years. He still had two books he borrowed from the Earth Central Library that he had not returned. He called his comrades a month ago and made an appointment to go mountain climbing together in the summer. Let's go to see the sea together, but we can't see it.
He didn't have time to think about whether his life was worth it or not, and his last consciousness was in Samuel's tear-drenched eyes. He wanted Samuel to kiss him, but he was speechless.
Then the heartbeat shuddered faintly at the end, into an eternal silence.
Ethan was a little numb, watching Samuel roaring in despair like a beast holding Schneider's corpse. His brain, which was dominated by instinct, suddenly had a tear-like pain.
All the tentacles suddenly became so heavy that they fell from the air, and the only remaining non-dismembered non-human and guards took this opportunity to scream and flee. Ethan knelt down on the high platform, and the black tentacles spread behind him like a cloak, spreading all the way to the ground where the pile of corpses was like a mountain.
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So I sent the first more formal bento...