Chapter 658 Amanda Waller's heart is as black as her skin
"Okay, what are you planning to do?"
It's not surprising that Bloodsport still looks that trembling.
If someone can overcome his own psychological shadow in such a short period of time, then such a person will not be shrouded in the shadow from the beginning.
The little mouse wearing a vest moved its little paws, although it was obviously a domesticated pet.
If someone would keep a mouse as a pet.
Mouse and squirrel are not the same thing.
“That way you mean?”
Bloody Sports glanced in the direction pointed by the little mouse.
There seems to be a passage there, but it seems that you can only crawl through it.
Well, that's a tunnel, a super small one.
Blood Sports can be stuck inside if the movements are slightly larger.
But fortunately, this "tunnel" is enough to stop the huge demon here.
"I owe you my life."
Bloody Sports said helplessly. Fortunately, his trembling no longer seriously affected his actions.
Since Dream Prison became a temporary lair for demons, the place has lost its regular lighting circuit.
Now only the emergency lights are flickering on and off, and it’s obvious that we won’t be able to hold on for much longer.
It has been a long time since this place became what it is now. It is lucky that the emergency lights can still shine.
After passing through that long and narrow tunnel, Bloody Sports finally saw a little light.
Although this is not necessarily a good thing, and this place really feels a bit desolate.
It doesn't look like a super prison that was once filled with criminals, or it looks like a large empty warehouse.
If it weren’t for the rows of regular cells, this place would really have no connection with the prison.
“What’s over there?”
Bloodsport is still trembling, but at least they are still able to communicate.
Although he has the ability to kill these little mice easily, he dare not do it...
This fear of rats has long penetrated deep into his heart.
"Zhizhizhi~"
The little mouse became a little anxious at this time, and directly stretched out his paws to grab the bloody sports clothes.
That way seems to be to lead the way.
This looks a bit like Jerry. I wonder if this mouse can play swords, dance and do scientific research...
"Okay, don't touch me now, I'll get there!"
Bloodsport became even more tense.
Fighting all the way to the current position, he has already understood the strength of the demon here.
He can still deal with weak ones such as the Sinking Demon.
But if a big guy comes, it will be terrible.
It may be best to keep quiet when acting alone, as this may not send a message to teammates.
But it won’t attract the enemy’s attention.
Bloody Sports crept forward carefully until he reached the door of a collapsed cell.
Just by walking here, you can smell the strong smell of blood. If it weren't for the unique stench of demons in the smell of blood here, Bloody Sports might have turned around and ran away.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak!”
The little mouse shouted loudly, and it was obvious that he was very anxious.
"Do you mean that something important to you is buried here? Or is there a person here?"
Bloody Sports said this, but his hands had already started to move a little bit. carrying the gravel.
“Fuck!”
A fierce shout came from the quiet and flickering environment...
The sound was almost the same as Wayne's war cry.
He was not injured, but found a piece of mouse under the stone he just picked up...
A mouse with bloody flesh crushed by the stone, this is indeed worthy of the title. There is a piece of rat on it...
It was like when he was walking under a tall building when he was a child, a rat fell from the sky and fell in front of him.
Then a motorcycle flew past and left the same traces...①
The rat is not powerful, but his psychological shadow is still indelible...
Especially the emptiness after the pair of dark eyes have lost their brilliance, which makes Bloody Sports feel like he is seeing himself... …
“Zhizhizhi!”
The little mouse in the vest shouted loudly, although even if he shouted with all his strength, the sound would not be loud.
He acted very uneasy, as if something was coming.
"I know, I will speed up!"
Bloody Sports originally planned to throw the stone with rat flakes on his hand farther away, but accidentally put it aside carefully.
Then speeding up the movement of the rocks.
He is not slow in his movements. If he moves bricks on a construction site, he can earn seven to eight hundred yuan a day at least.
This efficiency is not something that ordinary people can achieve. Thanks to his father's brutal training since he was a child, he has reached the limit of human physical fitness.
"Lakanixiu~"
When this voice sounded, Blood Sports could already hear the footsteps of those fallen demons.
Even the stench made him feel a little nauseous.
"Squeak!"
A scream!
The little mouse wearing a vest widened his eyes and took an offensive stance.
“Hey, little guy, you’d better stay away for a little bit!
It’s a pity that I can’t help you dig out these rocks before I deal with those demons.
Fuck!”
Another foul language...
Bloodsport saw the little mouse wearing a vest expand in size in an instant, and stopped growing just when it was about to squeeze through the vest!
Then the mouse hair on the back became like a porcupine's quills, and then flew out after a tremor!
Wire-haired rats...
Monsters can be found everywhere in Sanctuary.
To say these guys are demons is a bit derogatory to demons.
But these mice are not serious mice either.
It's a pity that Luke didn't tell Bloodsport about the wire-haired rats...
It's not Luke's fault, these little things are in the sanctuary where the devil of hell really comes. In the future, it will soon become an endangered species...
The demons do not recognize these little guys as one of them, and these things cannot get close to the Nephalem...
The reality is always like this The cruelty of these animals, affected by the power of the Burning Hell, makes them feel very uncomfortable.
Just like the demon cow clan.
"Okay, I'll speed up now."
Bloodsport didn't look at the situation of the Sinking Demon who was shot by the spikes.
Just the speed at which the spikes flew out allowed him to estimate the lethality of this blow.
It will definitely not be any worse than the bullets fired by the weapon in his hand!
When blood sports weapons are not equipped with modules, the caliber of bullets is very small.
But it was enough to kill those fallen demons, and the spikes fired by this rat in a vest were even larger than the caliber of his bullets!
“Fuck, why is it like this again!”
Bloodsport complained as he put the new mouse piece aside.
When he had moved most of the rocks away, he saw a scene that would make even a normal person fear rats!
Under the rocks are a large number of bloody rats piled up!
But there is a small gap at the bottom!
He seemed to realize something!
At this time, those Sinking Demons finally approached the scene!
This is a mature team of fallen demons, including wizards.
The ability to resurrect one's own race is very difficult, but this race still does not have a high upper limit.
Those wizards are too conspicuous and can easily be targeted and killed.
It's a pity that the little mouse in the vest didn't seem to notice this characteristic. The continuous firing of spikes has made the front several fallen demons look like hedgehogs.
But the wizard was still walking at the end unscathed.
“Okay, little mouse.
If you keep firing spikes, you'll go bald.
I have moved the stones away. What you want to do is all your business. "Bloody Sports took a deep breath to calm down, and then raised his hand directly.
Aimed the gun that looked like a can opener at Sinking in the distance. Magician.
Human wisdom gave birth to civilization and created various tools.
This is what humans are truly proud of!
This total wisdom is the reason why humans stand on the top of this planet!
The Sinking Demons can only be said to be cunning. They have never experienced a more complicated struggle that cannot use force. Even hiding seems a bit funny!
“Bang~”
The gunshot rang out, and the Sinking Demon Wizard fell to the ground first!
Those groups of fallen demons lost their backbone in an instant and began to flee!
The Sinking Demon who was walking at the front fell behind when he was escaping. In addition, he was full of "weights", causing him to fall directly to the ground.
The side covered with spikes was still facing down, and now he could no longer stand up.
“Zhizhizhi~”
“Well~Sebastian~What’s wrong with me?”
A sleepy voice sounded from the pile of rat pieces, sounding like he was not awake at all.
Sebastian seems to be the name of the rat wearing a vest.
"Hmm~ I remembered it. It seemed like there were earthquakes several times before?
I called these friends to protect me?
It seems that there were earthquakes Passed?”
That lazy and sleepy female voice finally had a hint of sobriety, which might be a good thing.
"Okay, man. I'm Bloodsport, and I'm here to deal with demons.
Girl, what's your name?"
Bloodysport looked at that A figure crawled out from under the pile of rat films. The girl's face didn't look good at all.
Although there were many rats, these rats lost their lives for her.
This is not something to be happy about for her.
“Looks like it’s time to give out your nickname? Well, I’m the Rat Catcher.”
“Rat Catcher? I remember he was a man, and he was also fucked Age? "
Bloody Sports said with some surprise.
"That's my father. Since you know him, I am the second generation of ratcatcher."
The young girl said this, still looking sleepy.
But she seemed to have light in her eyes.
If rats have goals, then why can’t we? These were the words left to her by the father of the second generation of Rat Catcher.
This is probably one of her creeds in life.
“Okay, second generation.
But I remember that there didn’t seem to be any earth-shattering and vicious cases among the things your father did.
So why are you imprisoned in Dream Prison? ”
Bloodsport asked.
The father and daughter of the Rat Catcher are also very talented.
The father is a poisonous dog...but good He did not pass this bad habit on to his daughter.
Nor did I exchange my daughter for the purchasing funds for that junk.
So he is not a hopeless scumbag.
Even if the father doesn't look at his own bad habits, that guy is still quite responsible.
At least he is a good father.
The ability to drive rats gives them the ability to sustain themselves.
For example, work like helping others drive away rats is actually quite profitable.
This is also the origin of the title Ratcatcher.
It’s a pity that there will always be people who use malicious intent to judge others.
After the ability of the rat catcher became famous, those who needed to drive away rats would always think that these rats were brought by the rat catcher.
So I want to solve these "blackmails" once and for all.
It's a shame those filthy capitalist bastards got it all wrong, but the ratcatchers also became criminals.
It was quite unjust anyway...
Until the rat catcher himself lost his life because of his bad habit, and the girl also lost the only person who could protect her.
Then she was sent to Dream Prison by Amanda Waller...
After abandoning her own conscience, that girl did nothing that a human could do. .
The innocent second-generation rat catcher has a new place to live, and she doesn't need the rats to keep her warm.
There’s no need for mice to help her collect food.
Maybe this is a good thing?
Anyway, the second generation of Rat Catcher was not tortured, except for a bomb being installed in his head...
"Huh? I picked up a bomb from the hand of a little mouse. Just a watch?
Then I plan to exchange money.
Then I got caught and they said I was stealing. ”
The second generation of Rat Catcher said without caring at all.
Obviously she was falsely accused and wronged, but she didn’t care at all.
In the Dream Prison Life in the city is much better than living on the street
"Amanda Waller did it?"
Blood Sports immediately thought of that bitch...
This method was exactly the same as the method used to force him to serve.
"Well, it was Amanda who arranged a place for me.
He said that as long as I can help when I am needed, my sentence will be reduced by ten years."
The second generation Rat Catcher said it matter of course.
There was no gratitude or resentment in the words, as if it had nothing to do with her.
"What did you steal that warrants imprisonment for more than ten years?"
Bloodsport said with anger.
“I didn’t steal that, I picked it up!”
The second generation Rat Catcher was still a little excited when he said this.
Obviously she knew she had been wronged and was angry about it.
“Well, it’s a watch.”
“What watch can get you locked up in Dream Prison?”
“A watch that can watch TV.”< br>
"..."
Blood Sports felt that this conversation seemed a bit familiar.
“I know that a mobile phone can do all this, but I don’t have a mobile phone, and naturally I don’t have a phone card.
That watch can watch TV~”
The second generation Ratcatcher said with a regretful tone.
When she was growing up, she could only watch TV through the windows of street shops...
"Amanda Waller is really not a human being! Her heart and skin are definitely the same color!"
< br>Bloodsport spoke from the heart.
Then he felt his communication headset ring.
He forgot that he had a listening device on him and a bomb in his head...
Fortunately, Amanda Waller will not detonate a bomb just because someone scolds her. In the eyes of Amanda Waller, the mission comes first...
① It was about twenty years ago, on the way to school alone. I encountered such a scene...
It is still fresh in my memory...
That was the first time I realized what the passage of life is like...not when I was a child It's like killing an ant, but a deeper feeling that I couldn't express at the time...
(End of this chapter)