Chapter 155 The Skeleton Comes to Life
“Yes, if you place the base in other dimensions, not only will it not be discovered, but you can also move people and materials anytime and anywhere.”
Sti The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, as if I had already seen the dawn of victory.
“In the data, the dimension of hell is very large. It can open entrances and exits around the world, making it easier for comrades to move around the United States. Moreover, the God King said that there is no owner in hell now, and it is divided by lords big and small. He can find a way to destroy it. A little lord."
"As for the harsh environment, it can be transformed with magic..."
Steve didn't think he wanted to take the path of "townships surrounding cities". The base he envisioned was just a stronghold or military camp for temporary storage of supplies and personnel.
Currently Steve is still thinking like a soldier, at most to the level of a military commander, and is not ready to be a leader.
The action he envisioned was just like when he led the Howling Commandos in World War II. He would lead his comrades to perform beheading missions, gradually eliminate the "evil enemies", and then inspire the citizens of the United States to stand up and work together. Build a better America.
This is the naivety of the "reformists".
Seeing Steve falling into self-excitement, Johnny was speechless.
So he added lightly: "The old man who signed the contract with me calls himself 'Mephisto'."
"Oh, Murphy..." The happy Steve suddenly froze and turned his head to stare at Qiang. Johnny: "Murphy what?"
"Mephisto, I have checked some information over the years, he should be a powerful hell lord." Johnny glanced at Steve sideways.
Steve got more comprehensive information from Odin, so his expression became solemn: "Johnny, if you want to terminate the contract with Mephisto, it may not be enough for the two of us. Find a helper."
While they were discussing how to deal with Mephisto, the Texas Rangers received a call reporting that multiple burned skeletons appeared in a road bar outside Austin. corpse.
The Texas Rangers, headquartered in Austin, immediately dispatched personnel to the scene of the crime after receiving the report.
"Morris, have you heard?" Andrew in the passenger seat was talking about the rumors he had just heard in the office: "A flaming skeleton appeared in Houston and was on state radio. News. "
Andrew has a very active personality and usually inquires about all kinds of gossip in the office. Morris, who is driving, is relatively silent. He doesn't talk much when working, and he only wants to say a few words when he meets an acquaintance. .
"I read the news. There have been Dongfang Invincibles who know kung fu and wizards who know magic. Now it's not surprising that there are skeletons that can make fire."
Morris shook his head. Shaking his head, he sighed: "This world is becoming more and more strange."
Although they are "mounted police", times have changed and their main means of transportation has been replaced by off-road vehicles.
Departing from the headquarters in Austin, it took the two of them an hour to arrive at the bar where the crime occurred next to the Wasteland Highway.
The caller had already gone away, and there was only an employee at a nearby gas station curiously looking at the bar full of corpses.
The western United States is vast and sparsely populated. Apart from small towns, facilities such as motels and bars can only be found next to the gas stations that are inevitable along the highway.
After parking the car, Morris and Andrew got out of the car, and Andrew shouted to the gas station employee at the door: "Hey, was it you who called the police?"
The gas station employee turned around, saw the police, and shook his head quickly: "No, about an hour ago, a passenger finished filling up with gas and wanted to come to the bar to take a rest. Within a few minutes, he ran out and shouted that there was a body."
< br>"He called the police, but I didn't. I didn't want to waste time going to the police station to make notes."
After that, he walked back to the gas station more than 200 meters away.
As police officers, they both understood the virtues of American citizens, so they walked into the bar without forcing themselves. This is a very common roadside bar, with a bar and a kitchen behind the bar. The upstairs is probably the dormitory of the shop owner or employees. There are two rows of six tables in the hall.
But what is unusual is that there are charred skeletons sitting on the chairs.
These skeletons have lost all their skin and flesh, but the clothes and shoes on their bodies only have black marks and have not been burned.
They retained their movements in life, sitting firmly on chairs, some leaning on the back of the chair, some with their hands on the table, and there was even a skeleton holding an undamaged glass wine glass in its hand. It contains drinks.
Morris's expression became serious and his brows furrowed.
Andrew, who has always been lively, stopped making noises. He swallowed his saliva and said in a solemn voice: "Man, if they were really alive, I don't think this matter should be handled by us."
"You're right." Morris immediately turned around, ran back to the police car, picked up the walkie-talkie and contacted the Mounted Police headquarters.
"Captain, the skeleton at the crime scene..."
"Ah!" A miserable scream came from the bar.
Morris suddenly raised his head and shouted towards the bar: "Andrew, what happened? Are you okay?"
The next moment, Morris saw a scene that horrified him.
The hundred-leaf door of the bar was knocked open, and what came out was not a human being, but charred skeletons!
"Mom Fuck!" Morris yelled, immediately took out his gun and shot at the charred skeleton.
The intercom transmitted the reaction here back to the Mounted Police headquarters. The squad leader at the headquarters heard the curses and gunshots and quickly asked: "Maurice, what happened?"
"Skeleton ! The skeleton is alive!"
The team leader at the headquarters only heard this sentence, followed by a series of intensive gunfire and the final scream.
"Morris! Morris!" The team leader shouted several times, but received no response. He could only yell anxiously: "Fake!"
He did not dare to hang up the phone, but immediately ran to his superior's office. Pushing the door open in panic.
“Boss, something happened!”
The Texas Rangers are a special department in Texas. During the former Republic of Texas, this was a paramilitary agency led by the Texas government. , until Texas was annexed to the United States, the Mounted Police still remained and became a security agency alongside the state police.
As the times evolve, the Texas Rangers are not only responsible for investigating cases ranging from murder to political corruption, but are also responsible for tracking down fugitives.
In addition, it also has a riot police function and is responsible for protecting the Texas state government.
It is equivalent to having the investigative authority for ordinary criminal cases and government corruption cases at the same time. It is also responsible for maintaining local order and has the function of protecting local political power.
It can be seen that Texas red necks have not forgotten the glory of the "Lone Star Republic". Even the state flag and state emblem are the flags and emblems of the Republic of Texas era.
When the Texas Rangers headquarters received the news, there were already more than a dozen charred skeletons walking towards Austin on the wilderness highway, including two skeletons wearing police uniforms and one wearing gas station work clothes.
Their speed is not fast, but their steps are firm.
(End of this chapter)