Disaster Shelter

Wilson suppressed the steel wings that were about to move, then pushed aside the stick, and glared at the young people around him.

He somewhat understood that these young people were not what he had thought before, they just had some 'personality'.

They have already upgraded a step above this 'personality' and evolved into a new existence, which is the scum of society, an existence that is disgusting and always despised by others.

In the future, they will be beaten by society, but now, they are a threat to ordinary people.

I know what you want to do, leave as soon as possible, or you will suffer. Wilson persuaded earnestly, if there is no conflict, it is naturally the best.

If you understand, give us some pocket money. It's dark here, and there is no one around. No one will find out what we do to you here, so it's better for you to be sensible.

Seeing that Wilson showed signs of softening, the rainbow-headed young man continued to threaten.

I said, get out!

Wilson yelled directly. He was already a grumpy person, and what happened in the past two days made him almost collapse. According to his previous temper, he had already fought with these people, but he couldn't do anything.

Caihongtou was taken aback. Wilson had always held a high position before, so he was quite imposing with such an angry shout.

But he quickly realized that he was so downcast that he spent the night in the underground passage, and he was still a hunchback. What is this uncle black pretending to be.

He picked up the swinging stick and hit Uncle Hei on the head, and all his little brothers came over and punched and kicked Wilson.

Wilson hadn't lived a normal life for several days, and he was exhausted. In addition, he had to suppress the steel wings, so he was trampled and beaten by these young people.

In the underground passage with only dim lights, violent acts that few people experience but are indeed staged every day are taking place.

Enduring the severe beating, Wilson curled up, muttering in a low voice.

Don't move, be quiet, don't move, they don't deserve to die, don't deserve to die...

Behind him, the metal wings trembled slightly, wanting to spread out and cut the fragile flesh and blood creatures around into pieces.

But Wilson leaned his back against the wall and tried his best not to let it explode, thinking he would just be patient and wait until they were gone.

In the past few days, he has been able to reach a certain agreement with the steel wings, so he can barely control the metal wings.

But he didn't see that there was a hint of blackness in the eyes of these young people, and they would not stop until Wilson was beaten to death.

After beating a few times, the young man with rainbow head was a little tired, he withdrew from the beating team, lit a cigarette, and enjoyed the cruel scene.

What are you enduring now? Do you think those dregs of society are worth your pain and humiliation? A frivolous voice appeared in Wilson's ears.

Who are you? Between fists and kicks, Wilson struggled to utter a few words.

It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are.

You have the power that these mortals do not have, and you should be a human being, a completely different existence from these mortal creatures.

Why should you bear the humiliation that you shouldn't have to bear in this dirty place, obey your true thoughts, and show your original posture!

Along with the extremely bewitching words, the same blackness also appeared in Wilson's eyes, and his expression became fiercer visible to the naked eye.

Swish!

A pair of huge and shiny metal wings spread out behind Wilson, dazzling like angel wings under the dim light.

The wings flicked a few times, and the bodies of the young people closest to Wilson were separated immediately, blood splashed all over the ground...

Wilson stood up, and the metal wings on his back became clear. Each wing was composed of twenty steel feathers of different sizes. These feathers were sharper than steel knives, and the feathers were connected by rivets and chains There is no transmission device on it, but the wings are extremely flexible, more flexible than real bird wings.

Your words are actually unreasonable. I am not nobler than others. I should be patient...

Wilson wiped the blood off his face, and the blackness in his eyes disappeared.

But I really don't want to endure it anymore!

The young men who besieged Wilson were already decapitated, but the boy with the rainbow head escaped. The cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground when his mouth grew.

Monster! You are a monster!

The rainbow-haired young man's expression collapsed, he howled miserably, turned around, and ran away, hoping to escape.

He ran for nearly ten meters, turned his head and saw that Wilson hadn't chased him, and was overjoyed. It was difficult for him to chase at this distance.

But immediately, he withdrew this thought, and saw Wilson's left wing suddenly elongated strangely, twenty steel feathers stretched out, forming a long knife chain connected by chains, the long knife chain flickered, directly The boy with the rainbow head felt a chill in his heart.

clap clap.

A man in a small red waistcoat with black and white paint on his face came out of the shadows clapping his hands.

It's really wonderful. It's the ability in combat. I'm quite envious of this ability.

It was you who was talking in my mind just now? Wilson said to the man in a deep voice.

That's right, it's me. The man agreed with a smile.

What's your purpose? Wilson asked cautiously.

You can call me Mr. J. It's too wasteful for a talent like yours to be moldy in this kind of place. A person with super powers is the master of the world and should enjoy higher power. I hope you can join our organization. Mr. J said with a smile.

You're not from a cult, are you? Wilson said suddenly.

Of course not, we don't engage in worship of evil gods. Mr. J said with a smile, because of the paint on his face, he seemed to be smiling even though his face was expressionless.

Forget it, no matter what you are doing, I will go with you, and I can no longer turn back. The wings on Wilson's back fluttered twice, shaking off the blood on them, and said slightly melancholy.

...

Wen Wen stood in front of a pile of scattered corpses, his slender eyes shining dangerously.

This is the underground passage where Wilson went on a killing spree just now!

The traces of these people's wounds are exactly the same as the traces of cutting in Wilson's study, and it is obvious who made the move.

Huh... It's still too late. Including the underground clinic and here, he has killed at least ten people. If this continues, I don't know how many people will die. We can't drag it on any longer.

After coming out of the underground clinic, Wen Wen followed Wilson's footsteps all the way to find him. As long as he left traces somewhere, Wen Wen could use these traces to find Wilson's whereabouts.

If it wasn't for Mrs. Wilson not looking for Wen Wen in the first place, he would have found Wilson long ago, and he would have been able to stop the two killings.

Be prepared to do it, the target may not be able to negotiate normally, but...

Wen Wen closed his eyes and carefully identified the smell in the air. Wilson should have left not long ago.

What smell are vampires most sensitive to?

The smell of blood!

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