I know a thing or two about the supernatural

Morrison looked at the pony boy again, seeing his bloody appearance, thinking that this might be a fight between them and some kind of force, right?

But what about finding him a policeman?

"Mo...Officer Morrison, you have to save me, you must save me!"

Ma Zi was hesitant to speak, and it was at this moment that Morrison discovered that Ma Zai's cheek had a big hole, and every time he spoke, cold air poured in, constantly irritating his wound.

This is a bit miserable.

"What's going on, please speak slowly, bandage it first."

"No, Officer Morrison, only you can save me now, someone is going to kill me, someone is going to kill me!"

Yes, someone was going to kill him.

Moreover, he could only ask Morrison for help.

Because he knew that Morrison was serious and responsible, and he was a good policeman. Even if it was a rotten person like him, Morrison would protect himself.

"Tell me slowly, what happened! Can't your boss protect you?"

Morrison also found out that something was wrong.

You know, the casino owner behind this guy is one of the most powerful forces in Las Vegas, and even their police department can't afford it!

It depends on the owner to beat the dog. Instead of looking for his owner, such a guy now asks himself for help?

Or is it his boss who wants to kill him?

"No...our boss him."

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Ma Zai said with difficulty: "Our boss is dead, he was killed by a monster."

monster?

Reminiscent of the weirdo mentioned by the secretary, Morrison suddenly became alert, while Ma Zi continued to explain.

"Our casino... a monster came suddenly today... He first killed the guard, walked in swaggeringly, and then started killing in the casino. We wanted to stop him, and even took out weapons , but that monster, it seems, is not afraid of guns! No one can stop his footsteps, he just like this, killed everyone including the boss, only I escaped by chance."

Trembling with fear, Ma Zi threw himself to Morrison's feet: "But I looked back, and the monster was staring at me. I knew that he was going to kill everyone, and I was the only one who survived." , He will come to kill me! Officer Morrison, you are the best policeman in Las Vegas, you can't just leave it alone!"

monster?Also killed everyone in the casino?

Others don't know, doesn't Morrison know?

Casino Royale, but there are more than 100 gangsters, and these guys even have guns!However, in such a short period of time, they were all killed?And still alone?

monster?

With his eyes wide open, Morrison grabbed Ma Zai's collar: "What does that monster look like?"

"I...I don't know, he was dressed in black with a scarf around his face, I couldn't see him."

Exactly what the secretary said!

Killed the director and killed more than 100 people in Casino Royale, including the boss behind the scenes. What does this guy want to do!

Morrison's thoughts were interrupted by a bang gunshot, which came from outside the police station.

And after hearing the gunshot, Ma Zai was even more frightened, he roared loudly and hoarsely.

"It's him, it's that guy, that guy is here to kill me!"

"You are behind me, follow me, others, take your weapons, let's go out and have a look!"

A group of people walked in the direction of the gunfire.

And when he walked out of the police station, the scene in front of him left everyone speechless.

A tall, burly man, wearing a coat and being tightly wrapped all over his body, was holding one of Morrison's colleagues with one hand like a chicken.

The gunshot just now was probably done by a colleague.

But now, that colleague's cheeks were a little distorted, and his facial features were shrunk into a ball.

"Help me...everyone, help me, I don't want to die...it's so cold, my body is so cold."

Before Leng finished speaking, his body shriveled up, and then he was thrown on the ground like garbage.

440 Chapter Six: Punch your chest with a small fist! (4000 words)

Facts speak louder than words.

Even if you don't believe it, feel incredible, after seeing it with your own eyes, you can only admit it.

That is, there is really a strange person who can instantly turn people into mummy, and what's worse, he is still killing people everywhere.

"Stop for me! Put your head in your hands and squat on the ground!"

Subconsciously, Morrison took out the pistol from his waist, and pointed the black muzzle at the strange man in front of him.

Not only Morrison, but all the policemen drew their guns and looked nervously at the guy who killed their colleague.

"Officer Morrison! That's him, that's the guy!"

Behind him, the owner of the casino yelled at Morrison, "He killed our boss!"

Morrison looked at the strange man, and the strange man also looked at him, his scarlet eyes showed a trace of doubt, because among so many people, only Morrison had no so-called black smoke on his body, and the others had more or less The smoke that filled it with murderous intent floated.

However, even so, it has not forgotten its original purpose.

So, the weirdo took a step towards Morrison, which made Morrison's nerves tense immediately.

"Don't go any further, hear me, or I'll shoot..."

boom!

Before he finished speaking, a policeman couldn't help but fired. Hearing the gunshot, Morrison turned his head and flew into a rage.

"Who fired the shot!"

It's always been like this.

Morrison has had enough of his colleagues.

If such a weird guy attacked first, wouldn't he be irritating the opponent?

What's more, if the situation permits, Morrison still hopes to catch the weirdo in front of him and bring him to trial by law.

"But Morrison... the gun, the gun is useless!"

The colleague who fired the gun trembled and showed fear on his face.

This made Morrison look at the strange man again, and found that even if he was shot, the strange man was still standing.

Not only that, but it retraces its steps towards them.

"Officer Morrison, Officer Morrison, fire! What are you still doing!"

Seeing that Morrison still did not give the order to fire, the casino horse behind him became anxious, and under the urging of the horse, Morrison finally made up his mind.

boom!

He fired first, and the moment Morrison fired, everyone pulled the trigger, and there was a burst of gunfire in an instant.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The bullet pierced through the strange man's body, causing blood and flesh to splatter all over the strange man's body, but this did not stop the strange man's footsteps, but instead made it go faster.

dong dong dong dong dong!

It came at Morrison with heavy strides, which startled Morrison.

So fast!

What would happen if you were caught by a weirdo? My colleague had demonstrated it himself before, and Morrison didn't want to follow in the footsteps of his colleagues.

So, Morrison rolled around like a carp, carrying a lot of dust, avoiding the attack of the weirdo.

However, as soon as he dodged, his heart skipped a beat.

not good!

The target of the weirdo is not himself, but the casino guy behind him!

But it was too late. Under the horrified eyes of the casino horse boy, his head was directly pinched by the monster's huge palms, and he heard the sound of his skull breaking.

"save......"

Just as he uttered a word, there was a snap, and his head shattered.

But this is not over yet, the strange man's fingers actually extended from the shattered head into the exposed throat, while watching Ma Zai's body shriveling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Start again!

Could it be that this strange man is sucking human flesh and blood!

"Fire, don't stop! Fire!"

Morrison was completely furious for killing people right under his nose. He frantically pulled the trigger, but even so, the weirdo didn't even raise his head.

Guns... pistols are useless at all!

No, no, more powerful weapons are needed, otherwise, if this continues, the monsters in front of them will kill them all!

"Morrison, use this!"

Behind him came the voice of a colleague.

Turning his head, he saw a polearm thrown by his colleague.

This is?

Morrison's eyes lit up when he saw his colleague throwing a weapon.

Thunderbolt gun, it's the Remington M870 Thunderbolt gun!

You must know that each bullet of the thunderbolt gun has nine to twelve projectiles, which can instantly cause permanent damaged tissue cavities to the human body, causing severe damage to the nerves, blood vessels, and bones of the human body.

The power of this guy is much greater than that of a pistol.

It's a pity that Morrison was completely immersed in joy and did not consider the dangers of the human heart.

Even if his colleagues brought a powerful weapon, they didn't use it themselves, but threw the weapon to him instead.

If even the thunderbolt gun can't deal with the weirdo in front of him, then under normal circumstances, the weirdo will attack Morrison first, which buys time for others to escape.

I alone am an army!

After getting the thunderbolt gun, Morrison roared, aiming at the monster who was still sucking the flesh and blood from the corpse, and at the same time there was the low sound of the thunderbolt gun.

boom!

More than a dozen projectiles on the bullet hit the strange man's body accurately, which made the strange man's body shake slightly, and even his coat was riddled with holes.

continue!

Bang bang bang!

A few more shots came in a row, almost emptying the ammunition of the thunderbolt gun in his hand.

The last shot hit the strange man's head. In an instant, the scarf on the strange man's head was torn apart by the bullet, revealing the bloody sarcoma.

This......

Morrison took a few steps back, a rare fright finally appeared on his resolute face.

This kind of face is definitely not human!

Whose family has a face made of sarcoma piled up with human tissue!

This look, Morrison has only seen in a certain game called "Resident Evil".

Could it be that this guy actually ran out of the laboratory of the US military?

It has to be said that Morrison guessed correctly, but it was useless to guess correctly. The weirdo left the shriveled corpse and stretched out his huge palm towards Morrison.

Do not!

That's too late!

Morrison could only pull the trigger subconsciously, but no flames spewed from the muzzle at all.

It's out of ammo!

Just when Morrison closed his eyes in resignation, the weirdo only held the muzzle of the Remington M870 thunderbolt gun and used his hands hard.