Doomsday Egg

The firelight caused Kelan to retreat instinctively, and his inner doubts suddenly sublimated.

die?This man who has been trying to trample the world on his feet will actually mention death...or commit suicide?This simply made him unbelievable!

"Get out! If you don't want to be buried with me, get out!" Jetson threatened with the flame in his hand, "You bastards, no one wants to touch me!"

The nervous man danced his crippled body as if he was dying. Although his movements were hardly threatening to the fully armed killer, the latter was still... forced back a few steps by some kind of strange force field .

there is something.

Other than the two men confronting each other in this space... there seems to be something else.

Is it moving... or is it making a sound...?

That tickling feeling... real?Or illusion?

Ke Lan only felt flustered. He who was always able to keep calm in the face of any unexpected situation felt at a loss for no reason at this moment, and the flashlight in his hand began to shake from side to side—but the problem was, no matter where he looked, there was nothing at all. nothing out of the ordinary...

and many more……!

Kelan took a deep breath, and stopped the light of the flashlight on the broken joint of Jetson's lower limb—there was something wriggling in it...could it be...

An uncontrollable nausea struck instantly, and Kelan could only cover his mouth in order not to scream out. Compared to Kelan's astonishment, Jetson followed his own strange rhythm without a trace of surprise——gazing His brass bell-like glaring eyes stretched out the lighter in his hand towards those unknown creatures with a crooked grin on the corner of his mouth...

"Hahaha... Go to hell, go to hell! If you dare to plant seeds on me, I will destroy you!"

As the flames ignited, a scorched and rotten smell spread immediately. Jetson seemed to not feel the pain of burning his body at all, and kept laughing and screaming.

Crazy, he's crazy!

The fire gradually became more and more fierce—it seemed that the things wrapped around the mutilated man, as well as the liquid covered in the entire lair, were combustibles with a lot of fat... Kelan took a few steps back, looking at the The figure dancing wildly in the flames quietly raised the gun.

Wouldn't it be better to give him a good time?

This is the last bit of kindness for the "master" (note: the killer intermediary is also jokingly called the master, godfather, etc.) who was once the "hand of the devil"...?

No, no.

What right did he have to mercy?Don't want to be a parasitized host, but would rather choose to go crazy to death and dedicate his soul to the fire of hell. Isn't this the way of ending chosen by the executioner himself?

Vague fragments of memories flooded into Kelan's mind, which were the past of some personal grievances between the two of them.

Now the relationship between the two is a killer and an intermediary, but it was not that simple when they first met.

Kelan frowned slightly, put down his gun and turned around.

"Farewell, Jeter."

After uttering a few words lightly, he ran out of the passage without looking back.

On the hill near St. Valentine's Church, two men in white stood side by side, looking at the burning building with completely different expressions.

"That damned bastard, he brought my lovely children to die together," the white-haired man with thorny head clenched his fists, and although the corners of his mouth were raised, he was still twitching, "I knew he was so I like to play with fire, so I just..."

"It's not time to deal with him, is it?"

Compared with the thorny man's bared teeth, the other green-haired young man was abnormally calm. Even when he was questioning, his face was expressionless, as if he had no intention of blaming the other party.

"Aren't you? Lu, I'm helping you get ahead! Don't tell me...you've been in love with that rascal for a long time! Have you forgotten our purpose? What time is it now? It is said that Ken's team has already A test product of NIT-0-III has been developed, if it is really successful..."

"How could they succeed?" The green-haired youth called Lu still stood there calmly, "NIT is a flawed plan at all, and you don't know how many times there have been mutations before."

"But... no, I'm still worried," the thorn-headed man looked at the car parked by the church down the slope, and saw a man climb out from the sewer not far away, and got into the car under the invitation of another person. "I'll go and have a look."

After the stabbing man finished speaking, he quickly jumped down the hillside and disappeared, leaving Lu alone.

"eventful."

Lu looked at the soaring flames in the sanctuary of the church, and kept his expressionless face until the thunder sounded and the rain fell, dripping on his face...on his clothes...soaked his whole body, turning the black building into ruins. Only when the object was exposed to the air did he close his eyes a little bit, then slowly turned and left.

"It's raining..." Phil muttered seemingly meaninglessly in the back seat of the car, and then carefully observed the man in the driver's seat through the rear mirror.

Kelan hasn't said a word since he came out of the church tunnel, but the blood and dirt on his body can reflect that something bad probably happened-it's not just as simple as killing Jetson.

"……Then?"

"what?"

A sudden question came from the front seat, which startled Phil.

"He's dead...and then? What else does Sharman want? You play tricks on me, don't blame me for not being a brother."

Hearing the threatening words again, Phil could only smile wryly now.

"I will contact him, don't worry...Since Sharman has spoken, Lilith should be fine."

"Better so."

After Kelan finished speaking, he suddenly turned the steering wheel to the right and turned to a small fork next to him.

"What? What are you crazy about..." Phil tried his best to straighten his body, which was tilted due to inertia, and felt something was wrong halfway through the question. He glanced at the rear window, and then sighed, "No way... "

What came into the field of vision of the two was a motorcycle that was driving with hesitation and obvious intentions. The driver was wearing a helmet with an inappropriate proportion, which looked like an outfit that was snatched from somewhere temporarily.

"When you get to the gas station ahead, get out of the car and contact Sharman, I will try to get rid of him."

"Oh...well, Kelan...how are you going to deal with this guy?"

Phil pointed his chin to the boy who had been sleeping quietly in the passenger seat—although his body looked like a ten-year-old child, he was sleepy like a baby, and he was awake for less than three hours a day. one-third.

"...Don't worry, I won't kill him, he's just a child after all."

"I remember that there is an orphanage not far from here. If it is inconvenient for you to take him with you, why not..."

"Jones Maria Orphanage...is it?"

"You know that place?"

"I'd rather not know."

"Huh? What does that mean……"

Kelan frowned, parked the car on the side of the road next to the gas station, and tilted his head as he headed outside—meaning that he didn't plan to continue chatting with Phil, and it was time for him to get out.

"Unscrupulous bastard."

Phil shrugged, pulled up his hood to cover his head and got out of the car, and gave a middle finger to the buttocks of the flying car.

Kelan drove around a few times in the vicinity, took the boy out of the car when the tailer was out of sight, quietly changed the car, got in and started it, and finally got rid of the other party very smoothly, and drove to Mr. Phil Around the orphanage mentioned earlier.

"Jones Maria..."

Kelan stared at the gray row building that was completely unchanged from his memory through the car window, with a deep and dignified expression that he hadn't seen in a long time.

More than ten years ago, he was just like now, holding Lilith, wandering at the gate of the orphanage.

He hesitated whether to send the child in his hand, just like he hesitated now.

He is underage and has no formal status. If he just carried the child in like that, he would definitely be locked up together—and he couldn't allow this to happen.

He needs money, lots and lots of money.

The orphanage may be able to provide food, but there is absolutely no money for Lilith's medical treatment.

Although at the time it seemed that his unrealistic wishes could only be turned to the gods or... the devil, but no matter what, even if he wanted to steal or rob him, he had to get himself out first.

So he stuffed Lilith's name into the child's jacket pocket with a small note, put the swaddling baby at the gate of the yard, and rang the bell to wait for someone to collect it. A tall and beautiful lady appeared at the door. Knowing that she is the dean, I found out later... She also has some kind of relationship with Jetson who trained himself as a killer.

ACT10: Abandoned Babies

Kelan leaned against the car, facing the gray building of the Jones Maria Orphanage, and quietly finished smoking a cigarette.

Frowning, he glanced at the white belly rising in the east, he shook off the cigarette butt, walked to the passenger seat and opened the car door.

"Come down."

He said to the boy who looked at him with wide-eyed eyes inexplicably.

"Ah... oh..."

The boy murmured something similar to a response, but he didn't intend to follow suit in his behavior. Instead, he shrank back, as if he had some kind of fear of Kelan approaching him.

The big blue eyes can't stop wandering, giving people the illusion that he "want to find a gap to get in and hide".

The previous relationship was obviously much more natural... Could it be the sixth sense derived from animal instinct?

He had a premonition that he would be abandoned.

Could it be that the baby who was in the swaddle back then...?

Looking at the face of the child who was exactly the same as Lilith but full of uneasiness, some kind of sympathy that should have been dead to Kelan suddenly surged up, and then... was pressed back hard.

No, he's a killer, don't need more