"Okay, man, let's face it, you either cooperate with us or die here. I'm not in the mood to spend the whole day with you, so you better make your choice quickly."
Fengxian handcuffed a prisoner wearing an evolution uniform to a chair, while he himself sat on a desk, holding a cigar in his mouth, and conducted a boring interrogation.
It's the afternoon of the second day since the members of the Anti-Cross have met at the Atlantic City Police Department.
The prisoner in front of him was not specially captured. He was originally locked in the cell of the police station. When the four people from the reverse cross arrived, the interior of the police station had been completely destroyed by monsters, and the corpses on the ground had been eaten beyond recognition. Judging from the clothes on the bodies, in addition to police and civilians, many of those who died here were guerrillas equipped with weapons.
Gambler speculated that a group of twenty to twenty-five guerrillas fled into the police station with the captured evolution member. They handcuffed the prisoner who had a tough attitude. He was temporarily locked in a cell, but unexpectedly it saved his life.
When the monsters attacked from outside, the guerrillas seemed to realize that although the walls of the police station were indeed thick, if their firepower could not guard the door, no matter how thick the wall was, it would be useless.
At least three mutated creatures invaded here. To them, this place was like a cafeteria. Until the members of the Anti-Cross arrived, the monsters' bloody feast continued. If these four people hadn't come in to check, the prisoner of evolution would have become a dessert for the monsters in half an hour.
"How are you progressing?" Blood Owl did not knock on the door, but broke into the interrogation room while talking.
Fengxuan replied: "You are very tough. You don't even say your name or position."
The prisoner turned his head, glanced at the fierce-looking strong man behind him, and snorted coldly: "What? Do you people in the resistance organization also want to play the 'good police, bad police' game? This is quite appropriate for the situation."
"You made a very serious mistake." Fengxuan raised his eyes to look at the blood owl, and reestablished eye contact with the captive brother. He said sincerely: "While I am still here, I advise you to immediately tell what you know. Tell the truth about the situation, otherwise I won’t be able to help you..."
"Hahaha..." The captive brother smiled proudly: "What do you think of these bruises on my face..." He spit out blood on the ground with disdain, and deliberately opened his mouth and said: "... and these knocked out teeth. , where did it all come from? Huh... don't waste your efforts, those guerrillas have already played your trick, if you have the guts, just kill me."
"Oh... I didn't expect this prisoner to have a lot of backbone." The blood owl came over, with a clear hint of sarcasm in his tone; "Do you think the beatings you suffered before can really be called 'torture'? ?" A contemptuous sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, he turned his head and said to Feng Xuan: "You can go out and let the professionals come."
Fengxuan sighed, shook his head, walked out, and made a sympathetic comment to the prisoner, "Hey... you asked for it."
The door of the interrogation room was closed again, and only two people were left in the room...
At the same time, on the second floor of the police station, there was the evidence warehouse.
"Hey, look at this." Zuo Dao walked behind Gambling Snake and showed off a pair of soft metal long gloves on his hand.
Gambler turned around and said, "Is there anything special about this?"
Before he finished speaking, he saw four long and narrow stainless steel blades popping out from the back of the gloves along the arc of the knuckles. The gloves instantly turned into two claw blades.
"It looks like a weapon developed by a dead man." There was no sign of interest in this on Gambler's face, and his tone was still cold.
Zuo Dao said: "Hey, if you find it here, it means someone used this to commit murder. It can be seen that it still has actual combat value."
"Then it's probably the dead guy who developed this thing who put on a yellow tights and these gloves and attacked a comic store." Gambler's tone remained the same.
"Well, maybe this thing does have some design flaws..." Zuo Dao shrugged and replied helplessly. In fact, when he said the words "actual value" just now, he was trying to use the gloves on The steel claws tried to grab the wall, but they couldn't cut in at all, and the back of his hand felt pressed against the root of the pop-up blade.
"The cold weapons that are popular in the world have their shapes and designs for a reason." Gambling Snake explained to Zuo Dao while rummaging through the evidence rack in front of him: "That thing in your hand can only scare people. Even if you find a hard rib from the refrigerator and hang it up for a dead otaku or female child with a weak constitution, it will not be able to cut through it. The most it can cut into a person is four not-so-deep bloody holes. If you use too much force, The end of the blade will injure the user's hand instead." As he spoke, he also raised his right hand, his forearm trembled slightly, and a three-edged hook emerged from the cuff on the back of his hand, "Like this Claw weapons with a longer length can only be used with hooks and are not suitable for cutting. If you want to chop, you can find anything with a handle that can cut deeper than this, including a kitchen knife or a dagger of equal length. This is a simple lever. Principle." He waved his hand slightly, and the hook disappeared. In less than a second, a spiked finger tiger appeared on Gambler's right hand like a magic trick: "And this shorter claw weapon , is suitable for stabbing. Even with this design, the damage caused when slashing is greater than the garbage on your hand. Even if the cutting is blocked, your hand will not be hurt. At most, it will be the thorns on the tiger. The blade is broken.”
Before Zuo Dao finished listening to the lesson about betting on snakes, he had already thrown the glove into the corner, "Okay, don't be so serious. I just brought out fun things casually, and I didn't say that I really wanted to take them away." For weapons.”
"I know." Gambling Snake said, "I'm not just talking about that pair of gloves." He paused, turned to look at Zuo and said, "Your ability - the power of God in actual combat, It also has to do with how it is used at different distances.”
Zuo Dao thought: It turns out that Betting Snake wanted to remind me about fighting... But his explanation was quite concrete, unlike Lao Yan, who always talked about abstract concepts and mysterious theories.
Gambling Snake continued: "Your divine power is far from being able to tear apart all things. When you encounter the energy defense of a fierce-level ability user, you may not be able to break through. It is impossible for you to find a sneak attack every time you encounter a strong opponent." There is a gap. You have to think about the combat method in which you are at a disadvantage in terms of strength and speed, or do not have an advantage in a head-on confrontation."
Zuo Dao felt something was wrong when he heard what he said, and hurriedly asked: "Hey, brother, don't scare me. How could it be possible for me to have a head-on confrontation with someone with abilities above the fierce level?"
"It's hard to say." When Gambling Snake talked about these terrible topics, his attitude was still cold and calm: "Not counting the blood owl, there are at least five fierce-level ability users in this city. Although they may not conflict with us, they You must at least be mentally prepared to fight them."
While the two were talking, Feng Yan walked in: "Ha! Look at this place, there are piles of marijuana and psychedelic drugs, guns and ammunition, and even cash and bearer bonds..." He walked around watching the lights. While watching: "I really shouldn't have robbed a bank back then. I should have robbed a police station. Everything I need is here. After the raid, just get a police car and run away. That's it."
"Why are you here?" Du She asked, "Has the interrogation been concluded?"
"Not yet, but I guess there will be one soon. The blood owl said he wanted to stay alone with that man for a while," Fengxuan replied.
"Are you sure that guy is still alive when we go back..." Zuo Dao was constructing the horrific scene in the interrogation room in his mind.
"Don't worry about this." Gambling Snake answered for Fengxuan: "I believe in the blood owl's ability in interrogation. Even if our prisoner turns into a corpse in the end, it will still be a corpse that has already confessed. .”
At this time, gunshots suddenly rang out on the street outside, moving from far to near, moving in the direction of the police station gate.
The three of them made eye contact and walked downstairs together.
"There is only one gun, and it sounds like it should be a semi-automatic submachine gun. Judging from the frequency of shooting, it can be judged that the user is not a professional soldier. It is good that he was not shaken by the recoil." Gambler recounted his speculation as he went downstairs. in conclusion.
His inference was very accurate. They were a middle-aged man holding a gun and an old man in his sixties. Judging from their clothes, they should be just civilians.
The old man seemed to have no external injuries, but his face was very ugly. He stumbled into the police station door, while the middle-aged man stayed outside for a few more seconds, turning his head back every few steps and heading towards the void. A few shots were fired blindly on the street.
After they came in, they didn't react much to the corpses on the ground and the disgusting smell in the police station. Maybe they were used to this kind of scene in most buildings in the city.
After the old man came in, he sat down on the ground with his back against a table. The middle-aged man barely stood against the wall, looking nervously in the direction of the police station door. The muzzle of the gun was pointed over there, as if something might be ready at any time. As if rushing in.
The three of them came to the first floor at this time. When they heard the noise, the middle-aged man was immediately startled and turned around to make a plan. However, just over a second after he turned around, Gambling had already arrived at him. By his side, he used skillful techniques to instantly snatch the gun from the man's hand.
"Name." Gambler said.
The man was in shock, but seeing that the other person was a living person and not a monster, he quickly replied: "I... my name is Jeff, and this is my father." He looked at the old man next to him, "Don't hurt us... we are just civilian."
Before he finished speaking, the glass at the front door of the police station suddenly shattered. The explosion looked strange. It didn't look like it was broken by an attack such as a bullet, but more like it was smashed by some large object. But there is obviously nothing there.
"It's coming! Help! Help us!" Jeff shouted, pointing randomly in the direction of the broken glass with his hand: "It's coming in! Shoot quickly!"
"I see... is it an invisible monster?" Gambler's calmness was in sharp contrast to Jeff's panic. He turned around and said, "Zuodao, add some color to that thing."
Zuo Dao understood this sentence clearly. He paused for a second, then used his magic weapon, and the sword energy shot out of the air.
The invisible monster was crawling on a wall, trying to find a target to kill. Unexpectedly, it was hit by Zuo Dao. A blood mark appeared out of thin air, and blood spurted out. The transparent monster could still be vaguely seen near the wound. Blood vessels under the skin.
There is no need to say anything about the snake. Since Feng Xuan can see the opponent, he can take action. He snaps his fingers and the monster starts to burn from the internal organs. The transparent skin gradually appears after being scorched. The monster falls down. This one was smaller and barely struggled, turning into ashes at an extremely fast speed.
"How do you know it's there?" Fengxuan asked curiously as he walked past Zuo Dao.
"What's this? In the early years, even when I was sleeping, I could detect the sound of someone quietly climbing up the fire stairs outside the apartment building." Zuo Dao was quite impressed with his vigilance ability, which he had been a thief for many years and could prevent thieves for a thousand days. pride.
"Thank... thank you." Jeff said; "Are you the military or... Hey! Man! What do you want to do?"
Gambler walked up to the old man, with the hidden sword stretched out from his sleeve.
"Is he already infected?" Gambler asked. In fact, he already knew the answer to this question. From last night to now, the four of them have seen several infected and mutated people in the city. Victim.
"No...him, he's just not feeling well." Jeff ran over and stood in front of his father.
"Really? Then please take him away from here." Gambling Snake said.
"What? You want us to go out again? To that outside?" Jeff asked in shock.
"The result of you staying here with him is that he will tear you to pieces and eat you later, and then we will kill him." Gambler stated in a cold tone: "Or, you can also choose to let me now Just give him a good time, so at least you can still live."
"Are you kidding me! I won't let you hurt..." Jeff roared, but his father grabbed his arm and interrupted: "Son, this gentleman is right... I think I'm about to die, so let me He...do the right thing..."
Jeff wanted to say something else, but the snake suddenly cut the old man's throat inhumanely.
"Ah!!!" Jeff shouted violently, lost his mind and rushed towards the gambling snake. The latter easily dodged it, circled half a circle, and knocked Jeff unconscious.
"I thought you would let the father and son say goodbye and say a few lines such as 'I'm proud of you, son' before taking action." Zuo Dao came over with a relaxed tone.
The members of the Anti-Cross have seen too much killing and the darkness of human nature, and they have become a little numb. They will not deal with this situation in any sloppy way, and they will not be humane at all.
"Ahhhh!!!" There was another roar, but this was obviously not from Jeff who was knocked unconscious, but from his father who had just "died".