sinovels Chapter 246 Letting out blood is out of the question
Chapter 246 Letting out blood is out of the question
"This really proves the saying 'bad at it but loves to play'."
Listening to Mark's report on the dire situation in the US, Lin Fan put down his empty bowl. He let out a burp, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said,
"Do those foreigners really think that thing can be exorcised through physical means?"
Upon hearing this, Mark didn't offer any opinion, but then, as if remembering something, he said...
"By the way, boss, in this intelligence report, we also intercepted three strange orders from the top brass of the US military."
The first demand was for martial law to be declared throughout Washington, D.C.; the second demanded that the garrison troops disarm on the spot; and the third demanded that they be prepared at all times to carry out indiscriminate bombing of the city.
These commands are a bit strange.
"What's so strange about that? I reckon they've already been infiltrated."
As he spoke, Lin Fan leaned back on the sofa and stretched.
"They didn't even understand what they were dealing with."
Forget about them, let's just mind our own business.
After saying that, he stood up and walked outside.
To be honest, he wouldn't care at all whether people in the US die or not.
At this moment, he was concerned about that mysterious space and the fusion status of Night Owl.
Although the abilities that Night Owl displayed yesterday were already beyond expectations, no one knows what will happen after a long period of fusion.
Soon, he arrived at a laboratory located at the foot of the building.
Behind the fully enclosed bulletproof glass, Night Owl stood shirtless in the open space.
The hydra tattoo on his back was dark green.
Lin Fan went to the window and pressed the communicator button:
"Night Owl, how are you? Any adverse reactions?"
Upon hearing his words, Night Owl turned around, not replying, but instead demonstrating his situation through his actions.
His figure swayed slightly, and then he vanished from the spot.
There was no energy fluctuation, and even the red dot on the external monitoring equipment, the infrared thermal imager, disappeared at the same time.
It was as if the person didn't exist at all.
But the next second...
Private Steve, wearing a raincoat and holding a rifle, stood behind the riot control barricades.
Rainwater streamed down my helmet and into my neck. It was cold.
But Steve felt even more uneasy.
"Sir, what exactly are we on guard against?"
Steve asked the sergeant next to him loudly,
"The higher-ups kept saying that the whole city was under martial law, and then they said the alert was lifted and we could evacuate."
Ten minutes ago, another strict order was issued: no living creature is allowed near the city center. Not even a dog is permitted to pass.
The sergeant major, with a cigar in his mouth, exhaled a puff of white smoke:
"Stop talking nonsense. Those bureaucrats up there are a bunch of idiots. Just fire when they tell you to."
However, just as the sergeant was reprimanding the others, a military jeep sped straight toward the checkpoint through the rain in the distance.
"Stop the car! Stop the car right now! Or we'll open fire!"
Without hesitation, the sergeant raised the stop sign in his hand and waved it wildly at the jeep.
The other soldiers on the armored vehicle also noticed the situation and immediately turned their heavy machine guns to lock onto the target.
The jeep slammed on its brakes when it was less than ten meters from the barricades.
The tires left two long trails of water on the flooded road.
The car door opened.
A man in a major's uniform stepped down.
He didn't use an umbrella, letting the rain soak him.
"We're on the same side! Don't shoot!"
The major raised his hands and strode toward the checkpoint.
The sergeant frowned and led his men to meet them.
"Sir, please show your identification. This is a cordoned-off area; no one is allowed to approach."
As he spoke, the sergeant extended his hand.
The major stopped in his tracks.
Steve stood at the back, squinting to get a clear look at the major's face.
The major's expression was calm, and his tone of voice was perfectly normal.
"My ID is in my pocket."
As he spoke, the major reached into his breast pocket.
But just as the sergeant thought the other party was going to show his identification, the sergeant...
The major's chest suddenly split open without warning.
There was no blood splattering.
The major's uniform, along with his flesh and blood, was split in two, revealing the churning black sludge inside.
Eight black tentacles, each as thick as an adult's thigh, shot out of his ruptured chest cavity like fully drawn bows.
The distance is too close.
Before the sergeant could even finish drawing his gun, a tentacle pierced right through his head.
"Fire! Fire!"
Seeing this, Steve screamed in terror and instinctively gripped the rifle trigger tightly.
Da da da da!
Flames spewed out. Bullets struck the major.
The flesh and blood were shattered, but the black sludge inside instantly filled the gap.
The major's body was riddled with bullet holes, but he did not fall.
Instead, his body began to swell rapidly, then exploded with a bang, turning into a huge pool of rotten flesh.
The sergeant's body on the ground quickly dried up and turned into a puddle of yellow liquid.
Then, a fresh blob of black mud emerged from the sergeant major's clothes and pounced on the soldiers next to him.
Screams echoed through the morning rain.
The heavy machine guns on the armored vehicles fired wildly, sending large-caliber bullets flying and scattering gravel across the road.
But it had no effect.
The shattered black mud fell to the ground, quickly coalescing into countless small pieces that seeped into the gaps in the armored vehicle.
Desperate pounding sounds came from inside the carriage, followed by deathly silence.
Steve kept backing away until he ran out of bullets. He threw down his gun, turned, and ran.
He heard a sticky crawling sound behind him.
He dared not turn around.
But he was still running too slowly, and a black tentacle suddenly wrapped around his ankle.
Steve fell heavily into the mud. He rolled over and saw the clump of black mud rapidly climbing up his legs.
"No...don't..."
Steve opened his mouth wide as if to call for help, but the black mud was suddenly poured into his mouth.
One minute later.
Steve stood up from the mud.
He picked up the rifle from the ground and brushed the mud off his clothes. His once azure eyes were now completely black.
He turned around and, together with the other "soldiers" who had also stood up, walked toward the armored vehicles.
The convoy turned around and headed towards the outer perimeter of Washington, D.C.
The rain intensified.