Chapter 8 Essence

"Okay, man, face it, you either work with us or die here. I'm not in the mood to spend the whole day with you, so you'd better make a choice quickly."

Feng Feng handcuffed a prisoner in evo uniform to a chair in handcuffs, while he himself sat on an office desk, holding a cigar in his mouth, and conducting a boring interrogation.

It is the afternoon of the second day after the members of the Anti-Cross Association, and the location is at the Atlantic City Office.

The prisoner in front of him was not arrested on purpose. He was already locked in the cell of the Jingju. When the four people who had reversed the Cross came here, the inside of the Jingju had been destroyed in a mess by the monsters, and the corpses on the ground were all gnawed unrecognizable. Judging from the clothes on the corpse, in addition to Jingju and civilians, many of the people who died here were weapons-equipped guerrillas.

The gambling snake speculated that there should be a group of guerrillas with a population of about twenty to twenty-five people who fled into the elite bureau with the captured evolution member. They handcuffed the prisoner with a tough attitude and temporarily locked him in the cell, but they did not expect that this would save his life.

When the monster attacked from outside, the guerrillas seemed to realize that although the walls of the Jingdao were indeed thick, if their firepower could not be maintained, no matter how thick the walls were, it would be useless.

At least three mutant creatures invaded the place. To them, the place was like a buffet restaurant. Until the members of the Counter Cross arrived, the bloody feast of the monsters continued. If these four people had not come in to check, the evode's captive would have become the monsters' dessert in half an hour.

"How are you doing?" Xue Xiao didn't knock on the door and broke into the interrogation room while talking.

Feng Feng replied: "I have a very tough mouth and don't even say my name or position."

The captive turned his head, glanced at the fierce and powerful man behind him, and snorted coldly: "What? Do you people who resist the organization also want to play the 'good and bad scrutiny'? This is quite appropriate."

"You made a very serious mistake." Feng Feng looked up at Xue Xiao, and then established eye contact with the captive brother again. He said sincerely: "While I am still here, I advise you to tell me what you know immediately, otherwise I will not be able to help you..."

"Hahaha..." The captive brother smiled proudly: "You think these bruises on my face..." He spat blood disdainfully on the ground and deliberately cracked his mouth, "... And how did these knocked teeth come from? Hum... Don't waste your energy, those guerrillas have played with you long ago. If you have the affair, you can kill me."

"Oh... I didn't expect this prisoner to be quite strong." Xue Xiao walked over, his tone clearly had a sarcastic meaning; "Do you think the beatings you had encountered before are really called 'torture'?" He sneered contemptuously on the corner of his mouth, turned his head and said to Feng Yuan: "You can go out and let professionals come."

Feng Feng sighed, shook his head, walked out, and left a rich and colorful comment to the captive, "Oh... 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, the second floor of the fine-grained office was established, and the physical evidence warehouse.

"Hey, look at this." Zuo Dao walked behind the gambling snake and showed off a pair of soft metal gloves on his hand.

The gambling snake turned around: "Is there anything special about this?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw four narrow and long steel blades popping up along the arc of his knuckles on the back of the gloves. The gloves instantly became two claw blades.

"It looks like a weapon developed by a dead house." There was no sign of interest in it from the face of the gambling snake, and his tone was still cold.

Zuo Dao said, "Hey, I'll find it here, which means someone has used this to commit an offense. It can be seen that it is still of practical value."

"It's very likely that the dead house who developed this thing was wearing a yellow tights and wearing this glove to attack a comic shop." The tone of gambling snakes was still the same.

"Okay, maybe this thing is indeed a bit of a design flaw..." Zuo Dao shrugged and replied helplessly. In fact, when he just said the four words "actual value", he was trying to use the steel claws on the glove to grab the wall, but he couldn't cut it in at all. Moreover, the back of his hand felt that the root of the pop-up blade was pressed against.

"The shape and design of the popular cold weapons in this world are for reasons." The gambling snake explained to the left while searching for the evidence rack in front of him: "The thing on your hand can only scare the weak-bodied dead house or female rogue. Even if you find a hard rib from the refrigerator to hang it, it cannot be cut in. At most, it will cut out four not-deep bloody mouths. If you try too hard, the end of the blade will hurt the user's hand." He said, and raised his right hand, his forearm trembled slightly, and three-blade hook claws were thrown out from the cuff on the back of his hand, "Like this length

The claw weapon can only be used with a hook, and is not suitable for cutting. If you want to cut, you can cut it deeper than this one, including a kitchen knife or a dagger of equal length. This is a simple lever principle." He shook his hand and the hook claw disappeared. In less than a second, a sharp-sharp finger tiger appeared on the right hand of the gambling snake like a magic trick: "And this shorter claw weapon is suitable for stabbing. Even with this design, the damage caused by slashing is greater than the garbage in your hand. Even if the cutting is blocked, it will not hurt your hand. At most, the sting blade on the tiger is broken."

Before Zuo Dao finished listening to the lesson of gambling on the snake, he threw the glove into the corner, "Okay, don't be so serious. I just took out something fun, and didn't say I really wanted to take it away as a weapon."

"I know." said the gambling snake, "I said this more than just that pair of gloves." He paused, turned to look at the left and said, "Your power - the magic sword, is also related to how you use it at different distances."

Zuo Daoxin said: It turns out that the snake gambling was trying to mention my combat matters... But his explanation is quite concrete and vivid, unlike Lao Yan, who always talks about abstract concepts and mysterious theories.

The gambling snake continued: "Your magic trick is far from enough to tear all things apart. When you encounter the energy defense of a vicious abilities, you may not be able to break through. It is impossible for you to find a gap for sneak attack every time you encounter a strong player. You have to think more about the combat methods where both strength and speed are at a disadvantage or do not have an advantage when confronting head-on."

Zuo Dao felt something was wrong when he heard what he said, and hurriedly asked, "Hey, brother, don't scare me. How could I have a head-on confrontation with someone with a vicious level or above?"

"It's hard to say." When Gambling Snake talked about these terrible topics, his attitude was still cold and calm: "The Blood Owl doesn't count. There are at least five evil-level abilities in this city. Although they may not necessarily conflict with us, they must at least be mentally prepared to fight with them."

While the two were talking, Fengyuan walked in: "Ha! Look at this place, piles of marijuana and psychedelic drugs, guns and ammunition, and even cash and bearer bonds..." He walked around the streets and looked at the streets: "I really shouldn't have robbed the bank back then. I should have come to rob the fine bureau. I have everything here. After the sweep, I just got a fine car and ran away and I'll work together."

"Why are you here?" asked the Gambling Snake: "Has the interrogation been concluded?"

"Not yet, but I probably will have it soon. Xue Xiao said he would stay alone with that guy for a while." Feng Feng replied.

"Are you sure that guy still has life when we go back..." Zuo Dao's mind was constructing a horror scene in the interrogation room.

"Don't worry about this." Gambling Snake answered Feng Yuan: "I believe in the ability of Blood Owl in interrogation. Even if our captives eventually become a corpse, it is a corpse that has been confessed."

At this time, gunfire suddenly sounded on the street outside, moving from far to near, towards the gate of the construction.

The three of them exchanged eyes and walked downstairs together.

"There is only one gun, which sounds like a semi-automatic submachine gun. It is good to judge from the frequency of the shooting that the user is not a professional soldier, and it is not bad if he is not shocked by the recoil." The gambling snake described his conjecture as he went downstairs.

His inference was very accurate. It was a middle-aged man holding a gun and an old man in his sixties. Judging from his clothes, they should be just civilians.

The old man seemed to have no external injuries, but his face looked very ugly. He stumbled into the gate of the filing station. The middle-aged man stayed outside for a few more seconds, heading back every few steps, and blindly shot a few shots on the empty street.

After they came in, they did not react much to the corpses all over the floor and the disgusting aura in the spell. Perhaps most buildings in the city have such scenes, so it is no longer surprising.

After the old man came in, he sat down on the ground with a table on his back. The middle-aged man stood barely against the wall, looking nervously at the direction of the Jingke gate, with the gun facing the other side, as if something could rush in at any time.

It was at this moment that the three of them came to the first floor. When they heard the sound, the middle-aged man was shocked and turned around and designed it. But just over a second after he turned around, the snake had already arrived at him and instantly grabbed the gun from the man's hand with skillful techniques.

"Name." said the gambling snake.

The man was still in shock, but seeing that the other party was a living person rather than a monster, he quickly replied: "I...my name is Jeff, this is my father." He looked at the old man next to him, "Don't hurt us...we are just civilians."

Before he finished speaking, the glass on the main entrance of the Jingju suddenly shattered. It looked strange that it exploded. It didn't seem to be broken by an attack like a bullet, but it seemed to be smashed by some large object, but there was obviously nothing there.

"It's coming! Help! Save us!" Jeff shouted, pointing his hand at the direction where the glass was broken: "It's coming in! Shoot quickly!"

"So that's it...is it an invisible monster?" The calmness of the gambling snake formed a sharp contrast with Jeff's panic. He turned around and said, "Left, give that thing some color."

Zuo Dao understood this sentence. He paused for a moment, then used his magic sword, and the sword energy broke through the air.

The invisible monster crawled on a wall and was looking for a target to kill him. Unexpectedly, he was hit by the left road and a blood mark appeared out of thin air, and blood spurted out. You could vaguely see the blood vessels under the monster's transparent skin near the wound.

No need to bet on the snake, since Feng Yuan could see the other party, he could do it. He snapped his fingers and the monster started to burn from his internal organs. After the transparent skin was burned, it gradually appeared. The monster fell down. Because this one was small in size, it hardly struggled and turned into ashes at an extremely fast speed.

"How do you know where it is?" Feng Feng asked curiously as he walked past Zuo Dao.

"What's this? In the early years, I could detect the sound of someone quietly climbing the fire stairs outside the apartment building when I was sleeping." Zuo Dao was quite proud of his ability to be a thief for many years and be able to guard against thieves for thousands of days.

"Thank you...thank you," said Jeff. "Is it an army or...hey! man! What are you going to do?"

The gambling snake walked to the old man, and the sneaker had reached out from his sleeve.

"Has he been infected?" asked the Gambling Snake. In fact, he was already very clear about the answer to this question. From last night to now, the four of them have seen several infected and mutated victims in the city.

"No...he, he just doesn't feel very comfortable." Jeff ran over and stood in front of his father.

"Is that true? Then please take him away from here." said the gambling snake.

"What? You let us go out again? Go outside?" Jeff said in amazement.

"The result of you and him staying here is that he will tear you apart in a while and then we will kill him." The gambling snake stated in a cold tone: "Or, you can choose to let me give him a pleasure now, so that at least you can still live."

"What are you kidding! I won't let you hurt..." Jeff yelled, but his father grabbed his arm and interrupted: "Son, this gentleman is right...I think I'm almost out of here, let him... do the right thing..."

Jeff wanted to say something, but the snake gambling suddenly cut the old man's throat indifferently.

"Ah!!!" Jeff shouted violently, lost his mind and rushed towards the gambling snake. The latter easily avoided it, circled around for half a circle, and knocked Jeff unconscious.

"I thought you would let the father and son say a few lines like 'I'm proud of you, son' and then take action." Zuo Dao walked over in a relaxed tone.

The members of the Cross have seen too many killings and human darkness, and they are already a little numb. They will not be dragged on in handling this situation at all, and they will not talk about human nature at all.

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