Replicating genes begins with American comics

New York, as one of the most prosperous cities in the world, is still brightly lit even late at night.

It is one o'clock at noon in Qingshi time, and it is also one o'clock in New York time. The difference between the two o'clock is that the sun hangs above the head in one place, while the moon hangs above the head in the other place.

The moon's light originally comes from the sun, so it is naturally weaker than the sun. The bright lights in New York City make up for the lack of moonlight, making people mistakenly think that the day never sets, so they don't want to sleep at night.

On an inconspicuous side street in New York City, there is a small bar, which is the most common place for young people around to go to at night.

At one o'clock in the morning, in the alley outside the bar, the air was distorted, as if someone had thrown a small stone on the water. The distorted air rippled, and the ripples returned to normal. The man who had previously traded with Mengyu The young man appeared on the spot.

Next to the trash can in the alley, several rats were frightened by the man's appearance and ran away. They stepped on a few trash bags and made a "swishing" sound, and disappeared in a flash.

The sound of a garbage bag being stepped on is not loud, but it is very clear and obvious.

Not far from the trash can, a homeless man showed no reaction to the sound. He leaned against the wall and kept scratching his head with his eyes closed, motionless, as if he wanted to continue having this sweet dream forever.

The man glanced at him and made sure that there was no deviation in the calculated coordinates. Then he walked out of the alley, took out the weapon that looked like a right-angled set ruler from his pocket, and slowly walked into the bar.

The bright lights and noisy environment are always the first impressions of a bar for people who enter it for the first time, but this was not the case for this man's first time.

After walking into the bar, the lights above were dazzling enough, and the music from the hanging speakers was loud enough, but the place did not feel very noisy, because there were no moving people in the bar, and everyone looked like the person outside the wall. The homeless man is as quiet as a sculpture, maintaining a single movement, and combined with the flashing lights above his head, it gives people a very strange contrast.

It was exactly the same as the last time at the British dock. The man was a step too slow and was succeeded by the other party.

But this time the man did not leave immediately, because from the time he arrived until now, the target's signal has not disappeared, and the other party does not seem to intend to escape.

I glanced around the bar with my glasses on. A series of garbled codes ran across the glasses, but no useful information was scanned out. It was because something interfered with the use of the glasses after entering the bar.

The man looked at the colorful environment in the bar reflected by the lights, squinted his eyes, and probably understood something in his heart.

This seems to be a game! I have probably been invited to the urn.

The positions of pursuer and prey are reversed? But what capital do they have to turn themselves into prey? All the equipment has been closed by the headquarters. If you want to catch the turtle in the urn, you need an Internet cafe to take advantage of it?

The man thought for a while and didn't think he had anything to worry about, so he walked deeper into the bar without any fear.

At one o'clock, the bar was still crowded with people, so there were quite a few "sculptures" in the bar at this moment.

The man touched the weapon that looked like a right-angled triangle ruler lightly. A scimitar protruded from each of the two right-angled sides of the weapon. His other hand also clenched a fist, and the back of the fist was vaguely visible. A shield pattern appeared. The pattern glowed with a faint blue light and looked lifelike.

The man held a fist and a knife in front of him, walking between the "sculptures", ready for the target to attack him.

The loud music and dazzling lights affected the man's observation ability to a certain extent even though his glasses lost their function.

He raised the right-angled weapon in his hand and swung it hard. The blade on one side made a curve in the sky like a hidden weapon. The sound and light effects went off, the blade flew back, and the bar became completely clear.

As soon as the sound of the stereo stopped, the man heard movement in front of the counter.

The tip of the knife pointed at the counter, and the man walked step by step towards the location of the voice.

When passing by a drinker who was still drinking, the tip of the knife on the other end of the man's weapon lightly scratched the drinker's arm. As expected, it did not leave any marks on the other person's arm.

However, when the false is true, the true is also false, and when the true is false, the false is also true.

Sometimes, the essence of things we judge from some external signs is not true.

Just as the man walked past the drinker, the drinker's eyes that were looking straight at the wine glass in his hand suddenly turned, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

It turns out that the drinker is not a "sculpture" at all.

Since he is not a "sculpture" and his identity is self-evident, he is one of the targets that the man is looking for.

The purpose of the drinker hiding in the crowd is also self-evident. The man's back was exposed, but the "drinker" still maintained his original movements and had no intention of making a move, as if he felt that this opportunity was not good enough.

Under the eager gaze of the drinkers, the man slowly came to the counter where the sound came from, raised his hand and slashed with a knife, and the top of the cabinet was cut off, and the things hidden under the cabinet were finally exposed to the light.

"Ah~"

An ear-piercing scream shook the special effects lights above his head three times.

A blonde woman was holding her body in the corner of the counter, shivering and screaming.

The man frowned as he looked at the blond woman, looking a little confused.

survivor? Why are there survivors?

Just as the man was puzzled, the woman under the counter suddenly turned pale. She pressed her belly with both hands and her body twitched.

The man saw that the survivor's belly was rapidly bulging under her clothes, and a few wisps of faint black air seeped out from under her clothes. The man's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had thought of something, and he jumped behind him very quickly. At the same time, the woman's abdomen also expanded to the extreme, bursting like a punctured water balloon.

The man who was unable to retreat hurriedly stretched out his fist with a shield pattern. Dark blue light emitted from the shield pattern, spread and solidified, and an energy light shield instantly blocked the man's body.

The impact of the explosion was completely absorbed after hitting the shield, but the man was not safe.

The blond woman's body was completely destroyed by the force of the explosion, and her flesh and blood were everywhere.

Every drop of her blood and every piece of flesh contained a few wisps of black energy visible to the naked eye. After the flesh and blood came into contact with the things in the bar, the black energy penetrated into these things like snakes and caused a second burst. The man's energy shield was also on the list of these victimized things.

Thin cracks spread from the center of the shield. When the snake-like black lines on the shield completely exhausted their power, the entire shield was covered with fine lines and was extremely fragile.

Hidden among the "frozen" crowd, the drinker finally turned around at this moment.