Big Monster

Nagini did not kill Potter. Although the mercenary team led by Harry was killed by Nagini except Potter, only Potter survived.

It's a bit of a coincidence to say that a week ago, with the help of Potter's mutant ability, Nagini, who absorbed a lot of lightning, successfully upgraded the gene chain from the first stage to the fourth stage.

But the problem is, just when Nagini was about to raise the level of the gene chain to the fifth stage, he discovered that he was missing a very important link, that is, space power.

Therefore, Porter's luck is very good. If it weren't for Nagini's lack of enough space power as a primer for qualitative changes, Porter would not be able to survive until now.

So in Nagini's view, Potter is extremely lucky.

But in Potter's opinion?

Hehe, he thought that Nagini did it on purpose. The reason why this demon didn't kill him was not because of his good luck, but because he wanted to torture himself and take revenge on himself who had tortured him!

The palm of his hand was covered with a layer of black metal, covering his finger that had been worn off a layer of flesh, Potter, who was sweating profusely from the pain, wiped off the number left by the string of blood on the ground.

To be honest, he wants to die, but there are things in this world that are more terrifying than death, such as the boss, such as the demon in his body.

When I got home, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

Porter had a one-person apartment in Brooklyn that his parents had left him with a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and a small utility room.

For some reason, as a completely perverted bachelor, Potter's room was actually cleaner than he imagined. It was hard to imagine that such a clean bachelor apartment actually belonged to a bachelor.

From the grocery store, take out medical alcohol and bandages. These things are usually used on other people, or animals, but now they are used on themselves.

I have to say, this is really ironic.

Twenty minutes later, after treating the wound, Porter wiped the fine sweat from his forehead. The stimulation of alcohol caused severe pain, which caused Porter to consume a lot of energy.

He sat weakly on the ground, gasping for air, and at the same time there were bursts of hunger in his stomach.

Many people may not believe it, but Potter hasn't eaten food since a week ago.

This feeling is very strange. He has not eaten for a week, but he does not feel the slightest hunger, as if his body no longer needs food, and even his other desires are decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if his body has become A walking dead.

And just now, Potter suddenly felt hungry.

This made him stunned, and then he was delighted, because he hadn't experienced the feeling that a normal person should have for a long time.

But before he could figure out what was going on, there was a "dong dong dong" knock on the door.

Potter got up from the ground, and used a bath towel to cover the blood from cleaning the wound on the ground, but the moment he opened the door?

A high school student who estimated to be sixteen or seventeen made Potter stunned.

But before Potter asked who the other party was, he saw the high school student rubbing his nose and picking up a fast food box from the blind spot:

"Hi sir, I'm Peter Parker, the delivery man at Papa Barry's BBQ, did you order the takeaway?"

Although the incubator, Potter still smelled a tempting aroma, he subconsciously swallowed, and said: "It's me,"

But what made Porter feel annoyed was that this young man named Peter Parker didn't immediately hand over the barbecue he ordered to himself, but chattered endlessly in his ear:

"Sir, are you alone? Although I know that Dad's barbecue is delicious, but sir, there are thirty pounds of barbecue."

With a rough wave of his hand, Potter interrupted Peter.

He made up a reason casually, and pointed to the food delivery list pasted on the incubator: "I'm going to have a party later, sign here?"

It seemed that Peter Parker remembered that he was a food delivery man, scratched his head in embarrassment, and smiled shyly: "Oh, of course, sir, let me tell you, daddy's."

Looking at Peter who was about to continue talking, Potter impatiently took out fifty dollars: "This is your tip, hurry up, I don't want to hear you talking."

After receiving the tip, Peter took out the barbecue with six oversized lunch boxes, and Peter said with a happy face, "Okay sir, thank you for your generosity, sir"

"Bang!", looking at the closed apartment door, Peter shook his head helplessly, but his eyes flickered thinking: "What happened? Why does the room smell like blood?"

Peter is talkative, but that doesn't mean he's a fool who can't read other people's faces.

Potter had shown strong impatience before. The reason why Peter chattered was not because of his personality, but because he smelled blood in the room, which made him suspicious.

With a curious look on his face, Peter, who didn't leave, went around in a big circle, sneaked up to the window of Potter's house, and opened the window of the bathroom.

Looking at the blood on the quilt on the ground and the strong smell of medical alcohol, and listening to the sound of swallowing food next door, Peter scratched his head: "Could it be that I'm thinking too much?"

After a while, after confirming that there was nothing wrong, Peter cleaned up the traces left by him, and slowly closed the window.

Papa Barry died, and now the owner of the barbecue shop is Papa's apprentice.

The oversized fast food box is filled with tender and juicy smoked meat. There are six boxes in total, and each box has a full five pounds of finished barbecue.

In addition, it is also paired with three sauces of tomato, black pepper, and yellow mustard, and French fries that weigh almost a pound.

The hunger in his heart forced Potter to eat it in big mouthfuls. He ate in a mess, mixing meat and French fries, stuffing it into his mouth like this, chewing with big mouthfuls, his teeth like a cutting machine.

But Potter had an excited smile on his face.

The chewing of the teeth, the bursting of the taste buds by the taste of the food, even the swelling feeling of the food stretching the throat, will make Potter feel satisfied.

Just, as time goes by a little bit?

What Peter Parker didn't know was that the atmosphere in the Potter's restaurant gradually became weird.

Roughly tore open the box containing the sauce, poured black pepper juice on the barbecue and French fries, and swallowed the food in his mouth with great effort, with a bulging stomach, trembling palms, and even his mouth became numb from chewing. Bloody.

Looking at the uncontrollable palm, Potter shouted in horror: "I can't eat anymore, please let me go, I really can't eat anymore, I will die of hunger."

But obviously, Nagini didn't want to pay attention to the idea of ​​Potter, a tool man.

Ten minutes, two ten minutes, one hour, at the moment when the last piece of roast meat was swallowed, Potter finally regained control of his body.

His belly was swollen to the limit, like the belly of a June-month pregnancy, and it was covered with a layer of black metallic luster at this moment.

He did this not because mutant powers were good for digestion, but because Potter was worried that if he didn't use mutant powers to strengthen his body, the thirty pounds of roast meat would explode his stomach.

Struggle to stand up from the dining table, clutching his distended abdomen, Potter came to the bathroom in a panic.

He put his fingers down his throat, trying to pick the food out, but no matter how hard he tried, even though he was retching to the point of convulsions, he didn't spit out a piece of roast meat.

Lying on the ground in a daze, wanting to vomit but not being able to vomit, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, but his stomach was so distended that it was about to burst, this feeling was too uncomfortable!

If Potter hadn't taken the initiative to eat the first piece of barbecue at the beginning, he wouldn't be so sad now.

But I ate it by myself, and felt an unprecedented sense of happiness and satisfaction.

For the hopeless, the most tormenting thing is hope.

For the tormented Potter, Nagini gave him a sense of happiness and satisfaction, but in front of his eyes, Nagini destroyed this sense of happiness.