Chapter 410: Attack, mutation! Are you ready to burn the world? (Please subscribe)
Dream?
What are my dreams?
On the streets with bright lights and neon lights, Huang Mao was thinking about this problem in his mind at this time.
However, this was not because he had a sudden feeling, but just after getting off the car, he saw several young men and women holding cameras for interviews, asking passers-by this question, it seemed that someone A student at a university.
Of course, he is probably the proud son of a top university, because only such people can easily talk about their dreams, as if they can come true as long as they say it.
For most ordinary people living in this hell mode, just living has already consumed all their energy. What time and energy are left to talk about dreams?
Huang Mao stopped and watched for a while, and found that if the interviewee was a young person, he would be very interested, or would say a few words seriously, but if the interviewee was older or an office worker, , basically shaking their heads and giving in.
To be honest, Huang Mao really wanted to be interviewed, but the other party didn't seem to be interested in him. Instead, he chased several beautiful girls on the street and gradually walked away.
No ripples were left on this lively street.
However, he was not disappointed, but involuntarily began to think about this issue in his mind.
Actually, he had a dream before. At that time, he had not become a killer and his family was still happy. His dream was very simple, which was to become a master, live in a big house, and have his own life. My family no longer has to work so hard, and I have to marry a beautiful woman as my wife.
But since he experienced changes, this dream has been shattered.
He no longer talked about these, but thought about how to complete the task, and then lived in confusion until he met "him".
At that moment, Huang Mao seemed to have stripped away all his emotions and stood as a bystander, seeing his past and even his future clearly and clearly.
He could even guess that his future ending would be that he would either be killed in a certain mission, or he would be silenced by the people behind him because he lost his value, and his death would be meaningless.
So when the other party was willing to redeem himself, he did not hesitate to turn the gun and kill his companion.
In his eyes, this is not killing, but freeing them and saving them from committing many sins.
It's the same as killing people. In the past, he didn't feel anything when killing people, or he would feel a little guilty. But now when he kills people, he only feels that he is fulfilling a sacred and great mission and redeeming this filthy world. .
This made his heart feel like a fire was burning all the time.
"Forget it, let's continue with the redemption!"
He touched the pistol in his arms and walked towards a certain direction.
As a former top killer, he naturally knows many unknown secrets, such as some hidden criminals, and what he is looking for now is one of them.
In the past, if he knew something, he would treat it as if he didn't know.
But now, he feels that he needs the souls of those people as fuel to redeem the world.
After all, after these people die, their souls will go to hell, right?
And this world is so heavy, it is not easy to redeem. Instead of burning those ordinary people, it is better to let these scum burn first.
It took ten minutes for him to arrive outside the other party's room.
Then it only took a minute for him to take the guy's life without any precautions.
Everything went well.
A person who is fierce and powerful in the eyes of ordinary people may actually be far weaker than you think, but what you see is just his powerful side.
Click!
Close the door, Huang Mao put away the gun, walked down the stairs quickly, and suddenly stopped.
A strong sense of uneasiness came over him.
Instinctively, he set his sights on the corner of the stairs. In the flickering lights, a tall and majestic figure slowly walked out.
A pair of golden pupils looked at him.
"Where is that false god?"
Then he heard a contemptuous and dismissive question.
"Say it, and I will spare your life, mortal!"
The tone was high and high, as if he was giving an order, but also as if he was giving him alms, with an undoubted meaning. "Who are you?"
Huang Mao backed away warily, his back pressed against the wall. Every cell in his body seemed to be warning him.
Actually, he already had the answer in his heart, and he only spoke to confirm it.
After all, he is not stupid. When he was studying in the past, his grades were among the best.
“I am God!”
In the darkness, the tall figure walked out. In addition to the golden pupils, he also had a strong body and two horns drilled out of his forehead. He looked at Huang Mao like he was looking at an ant.
"God?"
However, after Huang Mao saw it clearly, he felt inexplicably less nervous and even smiled at the corner of his mouth.
“No, you are not!”
He said firmly.
Because he has already seen the real God.
"Seeking death!!"
This unknown god seemed not to have thought that a mortal would dare to question him. He suddenly became furious and raised his hand to grab Huang Mao.
“You are looking for death!!”
Huang Mao raised his hand and took out a pistol from his arms, aimed at the opponent and quickly pulled the trigger!
Bang bang bang!
After the gunshot, several golden blood flowers spattered from the body of the god, causing him to roar angrily and slapped Huang Mao hard.
Boom!
With the sound of bones breaking, the terrifying force directly punched a big hole in the wall, and the yellow hair flew out and landed on the street.
Some pedestrians passing by suddenly screamed and fled away in fear.
"You ants!"
The god looked at the wounds on his body and blew out two puffs of white air from his nose.
In his opinion, after this slap, the other party must have been completely cold. Although a clue was lost because of this, he didn't care.
He is just a mortal, and when he dies, he dies.
He turned around and was about to leave, but at this moment he suddenly heard a burst of laughter.
"Hahaha, that's it. What a bullshit god, there is no difference from those damn people!"
On the street, Huang Mao stood up again and laughed loudly.
At this moment, the images of the so-called god and the so-called superior people he had seen before completely overlapped. They were both so disgusting and disgusting, but compared to those people, This god just has more powerful power.
Crack!
He heard his bones squirming, groaning, and the disease was spreading.
Bah!
A pale skeleton, like a spider's leg, came out from behind him, with bloody flesh strands attached, spreading an unspeakable atmosphere.
"God, please give me strength!"
Bone after skeleton drilled out, raising his whole body up, praying in a twisted and weird posture.
In the dark, there was an inexplicable power, coming from all directions. Huang Mao's eyes seemed to light up with white light, and then they were quickly turned black at an astonishing speed, until even his eyes could not see Gone.
On the pale bones, a substance like silt also appeared, flowing slowly.
“Are you ready to burn for this world?”
He raised his head, his dark eyes looked at the god, and his body suddenly disappeared with a bang. .
(End of this chapter)