Chapter 35 Killing
Long-lost, sunshine! Hungry, no sunshine, the sky is dark, cloudy, and it is still raining sparsely. This is really not a good day.
Hong Mo led the bell sound and appeared in front of the gate of the research institute. There was a circle of explosion-proof armed police outside. The mood of these policemen is as heavy as the gloomy weather on their heads.
Hey~!
There is no trace of fighting at the scene. Obviously, the five-person superpower team has left here. It's really unlucky. It's about ten minutes late, and it's just blocked at the door.
"Dad, is this the sky?" Hong Lingyin looked at the cloudy sky and raised a question that made people laugh and cry.
"Ye-huh, this is the sky." Hong Mo answered seriously.
"It doesn't seem to be as beautiful as Dad said."
"The sky is really not very beautiful now, but there will always be a clear sky. I promise that the sky is absolutely beautiful at that time." Hong Mo didn't care about the policeman and seriously explained to Lingyin.
The red ink took a step forward with the bell sound, and the click sounded continuously, and countless guns were re-imburled and aimed at.
"Shoot!" An order spread from the crowd, and continuous gunshots echoed over the research institute. There was no persuasion or hesitation, just fire with all your strength.
Hey~~! I haven't seen you for ten years, and the Celestial Empire is so bold. Hong Mo sighed in his heart. The right hand was stretched out, the five fingers were open, and the superpower field was opened. Countless bullets stopped fast and slow, suspended in the air. After a while, these bullets formed a bullet wall in front of the red ink.
It's a pity that the bullet has still not changed, and it's still a metal warhead.
"Grass! Change the bullet, the target is the electromagnetic superpower. A voice sounded. Obviously, these armed policemen are all long-tested battlefield veterans. At first sight, they have begun to replace bullets before they have an order.
What a pity, it's too late!
A trace of red appears in the red ink pupil, and the superpower field unfolds!
In an instant, the huge current rolled along the superpower field like a wave. The dense gunfire stopped abruptly, and then the armed policemen fell to the ground one by one like donomi dominoes.
Air does not conduct electricity, which is common sense of human beings. In fact, this is not conductive, which refers to the general situation. That's because the resistance of the air is too large, and the general voltage cannot penetrate the air. In fact, isn't thunder and lightning a phenomenon of a large amount of power generation? As long as the voltage is sufficient, the air can also transmit the current.
And the current of the superpower has an advantage, the superpower field. The specific role of the superpower field is not so clear now, but a certain effect is the blessing and control of one's own ability.
For example, electric current, heat, light... For example, red ink, as long as he spreads the superpower field in the space, there seems to be countless conductors in this space. As long as the superpower field is stronger, the resistance of this conductor will be smaller, and the current can reach the space covered by the superpower field with minimal loss.
If it had been before, red ink would not have been able to have such an effect. At that time, the superpower field of red ink would not have been so powerful. But now...
I have lost strength because of the experiment. Because of the desire to leave, Hongmo has never given up his efforts to exercise his superpowers. The current red ink is no longer comparable to the red ink ten years ago.
The current is not large. Although these armed policemen are stiffened, many of them have not died, especially in places far away and where the current is not so strong. It's not that Hongmo's ability is not enough, but that Hongmo doesn't want to kill them like this.
From now on, we will definitely face countless pursuits from the outside world. It is necessary to retain the mystery of power.
The red ink slowly walked down the steps. The outside of this research institute is still relatively shiny, and absolutely no one can see how ugly it is from the outside.
Electromagnetic knife!
Hong Mo gently cut the neck of an armed policeman, and then walked to the next..., the next.
"You, this devil!" An armed policeman was stiff all over, stared at Hongmo, and slowly cursed. Hong Mo stopped and stared at the middle-aged armed policeman indifferently. The Chinese character face has some prestige, but more simple and simple.
The devil? I'm sorry that you haven't seen a real demon. Hong Mo closed his eyes and recalled the countless bloody scenes in the research institute.
"Dad!" Lingyin grasped the big hand of the red ink.
It is reasonable that Hongmo should not let children like Lingyin see such a scene. However, Hongmo believes that this is a very necessary step. The world has changed, and it is no longer the peaceful society it used to be. People like him and Lingyin, if they want to live in this world, they must get used to blood, even if this blood will slowly penetrate into the bone marrow.
"The little bat is hungry." Lingyin said softly, and then saw countless dark red bats flying out of the surface of Lingyin's body, like a group of demons dancing.
"Oy, Dad?" Lingyin asked.
The little bats have been released, so I came to ask if I could do it. Hong Mo smiled, and there was how much sadness in this smile.
"Yes."
Screams, countless screams. Although these little bats are not eye-catching, at least they are new alienated creatures cultivated with the genes of red ink. The seemingly tight clothes of the armed police were easily pierced, and then the sharp teeth of the little bat pierced the fragile skin of the armed police.
Screaming, moaning...
Red ink is a little trance. Will this world be like this? Hongmo suddenly remembered when he was young. At that time, who would have expected such a scene? Hongmo raised his hands. Once upon a time, my hands were also stained with blood?
Thousands of little bats were full of blood and returned to the soul space of Lingyin.
"Dad!"
"Let's go, let's get out of here." The red ink led the bell and walked through the body, and the dark blood soaked the originally shiny ground.
When passing a police car, Hongmo stopped and knocked on the window. The trembling little policeman inside suddenly shook, and then stared at the red ink outside the window in horror.
I didn't expect that there was another lucky person here.
"No, don't kill me!" This lucky man now looks extremely scared, with his pupils shrinking and crying.
"Can you drive?" Hongmo suddenly asked.
"Ye, I'm the driver. I didn't go out just now." So that's it. Is it because of this that you escaped the disaster?
Hong Mo took the bell and got into the police car. Get out of here and take us to the city.
"Okay, okay, can you not kill me?" The little policeman replied tremblingly.
"If you behave well."
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"What's your name?" Hongmo suddenly asked. Now the police car has left the research institute and arrived on an asphalt road.
"Zhu Youqing, my name is Zhu Youqing." In the face of the problem of red ink, the little policeman did not dare to hesitate at all.
"Oh." Hong Mo replied faintly, and then he didn't say more. On the contrary, this made the little policeman furry and worried.
"Dad, what is this?"
"What?"
"That's the guy." Xiao Lingyin's fingers circled around.
"Oh, this is a police car, a means of transportation. Ordinary people don't have a chance to take it." Hong Mo explained carefully with Xiao Lingyin.
Zhu Youqing drove the car seriously, but more attention was still focused on Hong Mo. After all, his life was pinched in Hong Mo's hand. As he got closer and closer to the city, there were more and more people. Zhu Youqing was a little relieved. This guy should not kill him in the downtown. After all, he has seen too many people, and it is very difficult for him to escape.
As passing through a commercial street, a dark shadow flew over the police car, and then there was a harsh sound of brakes and the screams of the crowd.
"What's the matter?" Hongmo didn't see what was going on just now.
"Black feather eagle, it's a large black feather eagle, son of a bitch." Zhu Youqing pointed to the high altitude in front of him.
Following Zhu Youqing's reassurance, Hong Mo saw a huge bird with wings more than ten meters flying in the sky, grabbing a little girl under its claws.
"Who will save my daughter? Please, who will save my daughter?" A young woman knelt in the middle of the sidewalk and pleaded loudly. However, the pedestrians nearby looked afraid and happy, and no one came out to talk.
"My condolences, this elder sister. This black feather eagle has appeared for a week. Every day, we have to catch some human beings nearby to eat. We ordinary people can't resist at all. We have to wait for the power of the country to get rid of it." A middle-aged woman softly comforted the mother who lost her daughter.
"What's going on?" Hong Mo asked Zhu Youqing in front of him.
"Black feather eagle, a week ago, a superpower killed a small black feather eagle, and then the large black feather eagle wandered around here, capturing more than a dozen human beings every day, which seemed to be revenge." Zhu Youqing explained.
"And then? You don't care like this?"
"How to manage? Can an ordinary person like me beat it? The feathers of this mature black feather eagle are similar to those of steel, and they fly fast, and the maximum speed is basically at the speed of sound. And because it is because of birds, the body is even more flexible. Among the alienated creatures that appear now, the most difficult to deal with is birds. Zhu Youqing looked resentful and chagrined.
"You don't have the ability to kill, but what about the country?"
When asked by Hong Mo, Zhu Youqing also calmed down, "I don't know. I'm just a little policeman. I don't know why no one is sent here now."
Humph!
Hongmo did not continue to ask, looking at the black feather eagle holding the little girl and stopping on the top floor of a floor. Then he saw the black feather eagle's claws pulling one by one, and his sharp big mouth clamped a small arm and began to eat.
"Dad!" The red bell grabbed the red ink's arm.