Latent Syndrome

Chapter 82 81. Apostle of God

He was an extremely haggard and haggard man, as tall as a tree. He was too thin. Coupled with his tall frame and long limbs, the proportions were extremely lopsided, and he was as horrendously tall as a ghost. .

The arms exposed by his sawmill work vest are covered with dense tattoos. They are not the so-called punk culture, but the invisible rules of the underground world.

Colin thought that he came from an organization with a long history, but he didn't expect that such people still existed. The dagger meant that he had committed a murder, the ten-pointed star represented the number of years in prison, and there was a marshal's medal tattooed on his shoulder.

This person may be a fugitive who has been in exile for many years.

But Colin didn't dare to act rashly. Jessica was completely under his control. He held Jessica's head firmly with both hands and could break her neck at any time if he wanted.

In order to prevent him from killing people excessively, Colin did not make much noise or approach suddenly.

Clay has discovered Colin.

"Like any cliche movie plot, the hero comes to rescue the trapped princess."

"But let me tell you."

"They are the minions and lackeys of the Countermeasures Bureau. They do not put their minds on the just cause, but seek personal gain for their masters."

"Really? When you came to rescue this woman, there was a lack of internal combat power, and how many ordinary people died at the hands of the SCT."

Clay rubbed Jessica's hair lovingly.

The arrival of Colin did not make her feel much at ease. All the police officers carrying heavy firepower died one after another. What's more, he was only working alone. This evil fanatic has unimaginable mysterious power.

"Make a condition."

"How can you let her go?"

Colin said coldly, for such madmen, the threat of the law or the suppression of morality have no effect, and they can only communicate through the purest transaction.

Clay smiled and looked back at the extremely calm visitor. He had to say that his aura was indeed extremely powerful and exuded a strong menace. Even if he had seen countless people, this person could at least be ranked among the top three. , that kind of extreme coldness and ruthlessness, mixed with a belief that ordinary people can't understand. He is not a madman.

"You are an infected person, right? I can feel the aura of people like you."

"What an interesting curse."

"Of course, she is completely useless to me, just like the other people lost here."

"The Almighty Shepherd God needs more sacrifices so that his favor can bless this cursed land."

"This paradise will expand infinitely, it just needs more sacrifices."

"You guide those lost people here for me. As long as I can collect a thousand, I will let her go."

Clay looked at Colin with interest, looking forward to his answer.

His words contained a lot of information. Colin looked at the twisted tree. This man did not sound like an infected person. Where did his confidence come from? Maybe he was someone like Hoshino Manatsu, who had some kind of control. Secretly, he will use "spells" and other terrifying methods.

"I agree."

"You first ensure that she will not be harmed, and I will deal with what you said immediately."

Colin replied flatly.

This shocked Clay. What a terrifying man he was. If every Countermeasures Bureau agent had such a cold will, he might not be able to withstand the SCT.

"Wow."

Colin's reply was so decisive that Clay couldn't believe it, but he still let go of Jessica's hand and let her go.

"Don't... don't do that."

Jessica sobbed and shook her head, which meant that a thousand people would be buried in the twisted tree because of her and suffer the torture of unknown madness.

Clay chuckled, grabbed Jessica by the collar, and threw her directly to Colin. He did not do this blindly, because this was his domain.

Colin unholstered his gun and handed the pistol to Jessica so that she could protect herself.

"Run quickly."

Colin said.

Jessica was stunned for half a second and fled away from the big tree as fast as an ordinary person could.

"Haha." Clay didn't care at all, "Where do you think she can escape to... No one can leave this paradise, no one."

Colin didn't talk nonsense at all. He turned his palm into a knife, and a waterfall of blood mixed with bone sand flowed through it. The huge pressure of 500 MPa just seemed to flash through a blood line.

Click.

Clay was directly cut off at the waist, and his upper body slowly slid down the side of the cut, but suspiciously there was no blood at all.

The severe pain did not make him howl at all, and he had already completely escaped into chaos and madness.

"Let me make sense of this situation."

"This woman... her moral concept is that the lives of ordinary people are more important than the lives of agents."

"Because she thinks that's what you're supposed to do, you're more fucked than normal dude."

"You sacrificed your life to save a twisted bitch."

Clay's upper body slipped completely, and he spoke extremely sarcastic words, trying to destroy Colin's reason and belief.

At the same time, the whole forest... seemed to come alive.

The whole forest.

Those gray-green roots spread like a spider web on the ground, extending into his body, entangled and coiled into his organs and limbs, making him the master of this place.

Click!

A branch as thick as a bowl suddenly swelled and extended. It was like a deep-water whaling arrow inserted directly into Colin's chest, opening a big hole and piercing out from the back, gurgling with blood. If an ordinary person was in such a situation, He was completely killed by the blow.

And Colin.

His face was expressionless, and those violent pains were just like the breeze blowing on his face.

He ran forward quickly along the branch that pierced him. Every time he advanced, the lines, grooves, and thorns on the bark tore apart, causing a large amount of blood to surge out of him. But he didn't care, just running like that, The wounds were getting bigger and bigger, and the blood was getting more and more ferocious, but he didn't even... frown.

After being repaired by the densely packed white worms and endless branches, Clay restructured his body and stood up. He was shocked when he saw this bloody scene that was so lonely that it made his scalp numb.

This is... too violent.

Click, click, click...

Colin's chest was completely torn, and he got completely close to Clay. The bones in his hand rapidly proliferated and deformed, turning into five blood-letting knives that shone with cold light and connected to the blood vessels and tendons, like sharp knives. Claw's terrifying big hand directly pressed Clay's head, and he squeezed it hard, trying to crush the head completely.

But just like an ax cutting into firewood, Clay's head was like a solid wood with extremely strong toughness. The bone claws were embedded in his head, but they could not crush it, they just fell into it.

Colin didn't hesitate at all. He leaned down despite the piercing and tearing of the branch, and directly scratched his shoulder blade. Astonishing red slurry spurted out, but it healed quickly, as if time had gone backwards.

And he also held down Clay's head and pushed it to the ground as fast as thunder.

boom!

The sharp claws embedded in the skull firmly restrained Clay's head. When it hit the hard rock on the ground, there was an extremely clear and loud sound and a cracking sound. Clay's mouth and nose were bleeding instantly. Due to the damage to his nasal cavity, his breathing was blocked, and he gasped. Voice.

boom! boom! boom!

Colin did not stop, inflicting crazy torture like a madman, constantly lifting his head and smashing it to the ground, repeating this cycle dozens of times.

The ground was covered with cracked wood splinters and vague flesh and blood, until Colin smashed it all into a puddle of mud.