The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Bad girls don't get sad, but Mephisto does.

"..."

She gloomyly lifted Jason out of the cocoon made of red ribbons, and when she retracted the damaged ribbons, she clearly felt the loss of strength.

The splashed acid truly destroyed the surface of the ribbon of desire. Even if the ribbon can be regenerated infinitely, the prerequisite is enough blood.

Facing the undrinkable ad milk in the half warehouse, this feeling of consumption made Mephisto feel uncomfortable, like a bear who was about to hibernate and found that a large jar of honey that he had worked so hard to store a few days ago was gone .

A large jar of sweet, fragrant, and attractively colored honey.

And Mephisto's mood will always be directly reflected in her ribbon attack.

"Hey, hey, be careful!"

Dick turned over nimbly, avoiding a red ribbon ejected with anger, watching it tear open the abdominal wound on the opposite side in an almost violent way, go in and suck blood madly, he couldn't help but feel a surge of disgust from the bottom of his heart. The compassion of that thug.

———Even Gotham people, when fighting each other, the most cruel idea is to kill people, and there is no such precedent for cannibalism.

The bullets were like deadly acid rain, raining down on the head and face of the beautiful woman with long purple hair, and she was flicked away. Different from her terrifying appearance, Nightwing and Red Hood gradually found that they could fight with such a long-range and melee, Even the joy of being a teammate of T and fighting together.

—————Although she not only does not have the function of milk, but also makes people worry that she will play Wushuang in the friendly group, but it is enough to be a t, and Red Hood and Nightwing are both output positions.

A miscellaneous soldier sneaked up on the back, and just as Dick was chilling from behind, the thug was pulled and pulled by Mephistopheles' red ribbon, and thrown on the warehouse wall like a rag doll, exploding a large irregular hole .

"……Thanks!"

Dick was taken aback by this brutal technique, and quickly thanked him after recovering.

After a while, there wasn't even a single one who could pick up a gun and shoot the Mephisto trio.

The sound of explosions filled the blood-smelling air of the warehouse, and the wobbly thugs kept accidentally injuring friendly troops. The stray bullets triggered the explosion, and the explosion added more stray bullets.

Mephisto didn't even need to do it himself, they were like a grand, terrifying fireworks display, one after another to form a chain reaction, and Mephisto only needed to raise the red ribbon in the end, forming a block to block the red head. The cover and the wall in front of Nightwing will suffice.

I don't know which unlucky ghost it was, but what came out after the self-exposure was not acid, but a large area of ​​flames.Mephisto's red ribbon kept everything out, but a strange smell of roasted meat wafted over, bouncing on Dick's and Jason's olfactory systems.

Dick: "..."

Jason: "..."

Dick turned his head away and retched artificially.

"They're very unstable."

Mephisto said suddenly.

When she made a sound, she didn't look like a frightening beast, and briefly returned to a human state and reason.

"I know."

Amid the deafening explosions, Red Hood squatted down, pulled out a self-destructed thug from the floor, turned the tattered body over, tapped his arm with a knife face, and picked apart the festering muscle tissue , motioning Yewing and Mephisto to take a closer look.

"That part looks like it's highly rotted...but the flesh is so shriveled, I can't see any blood there."

Dick narrowed his eyes and probed carefully.

"…………"

Seeing this scene unexpectedly, Mephisto closed his eyes for a while, biting the tip of his tongue.

Sisley, who was wearing rose skin, was really feeling sick now. Her throat moved slightly, her expression remained unchanged, only the red ribbons on her body suddenly became stiff. Fortunately, the red ribbons themselves were forming a wall at this moment. The Red Hood didn't notice anything unusual about her.

Even so, in such timidity, Mephisto still felt a sense of familiarity.

It was a way of thinking that was five points similar to hers, and the information was exposed in front of her, as if she had discovered a nest of the same kind in the dense forest.

The red ribbon wrapped around her fingertips, pecking gently for a while, tender for a while, like worker bees kissing their queen in an orderly manner.

Mephisto's thoughts seemed to be traveling through the fog. She would turn into a scarlet beast full of beast instincts for a while, and then think with Sisley's calm and sharp mind.

What exactly is it... She followed that train of thought downwards, and her consciousness sank deeper and further, until she even forgot who she was for a moment, but concentrated on playing the train of thought she grasped.A shriveled body...a mushroom?No, no, yes...

insect.

Mephisto reached out his hand and grabbed the answer that flashed through his mind.

———It now lies quietly in the palm of her hand, like a cold star.

"They're gestating."

In the silence, Mephisto finally threw out her conclusion.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, the red hood kept looking at the wound, Ye Yi raised his head, his tone was no longer as relaxed as before, and there was a bit of shock and disbelief.

"...What do you mean?"

"Mother."

Mephisto explained, "This man, much like 'slave', was parasitized."

And she felt familiar just now, because she just saw this way that is no different from the reproduction of insects.

The life born in a strong acid environment absorbs all the nutrients in the human body, just like an insect larva, piercing the paralyzing poisonous needle in the body of the "slave" bestowed by its mother, melting every mouthful of gravy in the hotbed, chewing Break every piece of cartilage.

What is going on in their bodies?

If the gestation failure is already such a terrifying appearance, after the gestation is successful, how destructive is that thing?

Red Hood couldn't help but think, he looked at Ye Yi, and believed that the other party was also trembling for the answer behind this question, just like hearing a strange call of a jackdaw suddenly in a winter night.

"I have to report this to Batman, now, immediately."

Dick said succinctly.

Jason's face was ugly under the mask.He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted first.

"Do you know where this is?" Dick asked softly.

"This is New York, a metropolis with a population of 860 million and [-]. If anything happens..." The man took a deep breath and swallowed the second half of the sentence, "This is not something we can handle."

After Dick walked to the corner with the communicator, Jason stepped aside, turned his head to the roof, and after a while, the smell of barbecue in the air was filled with the smell of nicotine.

If Mephisto looked up from the bottom, he could still see an orange-red spark flickering.

She didn't intend to spy on this second brother's sudden depression and unhappiness, after all, she couldn't stop him from leaving or not.On the contrary, Mephisto lowered his head, took out his mobile phone, and sent a rare message to the main body.

"Be careful."

Mephisto said so.

The message has not been read, and Sisley must have fallen asleep on her own.

The cold wind poured in through the hole in the warehouse wall, fluttering and blowing Mephisto's long hair, bringing a bloody chill. Clouds, like those sleeping magical stories.

Through the hole, the glamorous woman with light purple hair stared at the shadowy New York in the mist on the sea, her expression softened unconsciously.

At the highest point of the city, lay another self, her body.

"Shh."

Abaddon whispered, "Be careful."

While saying this, he helped the little spider who was frightened and staggered a step.

Without the reminder from the black-haired youth, it would be difficult for Peter himself to notice the difference in the library today.

When he first came in, Little Spider didn't feel anything wrong, but as time passed, he became more and more aware of the difference in today's library.

In the dim light, everyone lowered their heads slightly, as if they were burying their heads in the books in their hands, but in fact it was difficult for Peter to see their faces clearly. What's more, this deadly atmosphere didn't seem to be quiet, but rather Like some kind of heavy shadow, hanging over the library.

Walking around this group of tame lambs, Peter looked terrified, barely controlled himself to keep quiet, and looked longingly at the pale face of the black-haired young man.

As he watched, Cain produced his notebook.He first wrote two strokes in a language that the little spider couldn't understand, then suddenly realized, erased those two strokes, thought about it for a while, and started writing English.

———Don’t be afraid, play by ear.

After making sure that the little spider had read it, he erased the line and pointed to the maze-like bookshelves in the library.

———We can go and have a look there first.

Peter took the notebook handed over by the black-haired youth, and also wrote a line.

———That thing, is it awake?is it made

The question mark written by the young man was big and eye-catching, and he even traced the outer circle. Abaddon used his super-high actor quality to control himself, so he didn't laugh casually.

He took back the notebook, shook his head at Peter, and nodded again, indicating that he didn't know either.

The Lord of Hell raised his head and stared at the library ceiling.

In his sight, black clouds billowed, mixed with the cries of innocent souls, as if the gate of hell was opening in front of him.

Countless consciousnesses and ghosts floated out of the books and attached to those who read with them, and ethereal spirits were also superimposed on the souls of people, making them confused.

If it takes a few more hours, these people's consciousness will completely disappear, and they will be torn into a mess by the haunting dead.

A black shadow flashed by, Peter was taken aback, he waved his fist reflexively, but his punch could smash the car with a single blow, and the black shadow still persistently rushed towards him.

Like a slow-motion shot in a movie, Peter's spider sensed the alarm crazily, and he had nowhere to hide. A blood-stained hand appeared, caught the sharp claw of the shadow, folded it down lightly, and tore it open. The shape of the shadow.

The black shadow screamed and fled. The little spider turned around and saw the black-haired young man with an indifferent expression.

At some point, he cut his hand, and the blood flowed down his pale skin, more and more, like a thrilling work of art.

"They are afraid of my blood." The black-haired youth explained in a low voice.

----certainly not.

The lord of hell thought with a smile, licking the evil spirit stuffed into his mouth.

They were simply afraid of me.