Doomsday Egg

Thinking of something, he glanced at the trembling boy, and then glanced at the thoughtful Phil out of the corner of his eye—something seemed wrong?

If it was Jetson's who took my sister, what happened to this child?Where did the men in white who fell outside the house come from?Who killed Dean Levins?And...the one who attacked me just now...is obviously not a normal human being, right?

He just thought it was strange before and didn't think about it, but after thinking about it now, in fact, in this incident, it was obvious that there were several groups of different forces!

The important question now is, which group of people took Lilith away?

"Klan... calm down and listen to me," Phil coughed, straightening the messy neckline that was caught, "You know Sharman, right?"

"The informant?"

"...Yes, I contacted him just now, and he assured me that Lilith will be fine."

"What do you mean? You mean..." Kelan stared at Phil in disbelief. He couldn't understand why the informant was involved here.

Sharman's notoriety is well-known in the underworld. Even if he is not the intermediary assistant who suffers from it, he and his tentacles are generally kept at a respectful distance. It is widely rumored that there are black|hands behind Shaman. Backed by the strength of the party, getting involved with him may mean not knowing where he will die.

Did that dangerous intelligence dealer also wade into this muddy water?Could it be...he caught Lilith?

"He has conditions. You understand... Kelan, it is a condition that requires you to go out."

Phil pointed to the backpack full of weapons.

Kelan frowned, and clenched his fists fiercely—could this be Shaman setting up a game to kill someone... He had never dealt with him before, and the other party would actually use his own hand to kill someone, but Using the lowly method of kidnapping to coerce yourself naked|naked|naked? !

"Kill who?"

"Ugh?"

"Who is he going to kill? I'll do it, as long as it's for Lilith, I'll do it all!" Kelan stared fiercely at Phil from the rearview mirror with a ferocious face, "By the way, if I finish his But I didn't send Lilith back safe and sound, you know what I will do, right?"

Kelan's words and eyes chilled Phil's heart. Of course he knew how crazy his sister-in-law's brother was. It was the bloody experience he had personally experienced... If possible, he would never want to Feel it again.

Unfortunately, fate seems to be doomed to trick people.

"The person he wants you to kill is your agent—William Jetson."

In the dark mansion, the man was running with shortness of breath.

"Don't, don't come here..."

A hysterical and sharp voice of fear came out of his throat, it was a wail that shocked even the soul.

Not far behind him, the moonlight elongated a thin figure through the window, approaching the man quickly and silently like a ghost.

The figure looked human and yet inhuman, with a half-curved body when moving, two slender objects resembling tentacles swinging from its head, and two jagged teeth protruding from its mouth.

"Help me...I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore, let me go, let me go!"

The man fled in desperation, begging for forgiveness in vain, but he soon discovered that the end that awaited him was the only and certain one—that is...death.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Finally, the man was caught up.

After the hoarse scream, there was a few seconds of silence, only the sound of some kind of creature eating.

"Beep-"

The remote control shook, and the screen that was displayed on the monitor just now, which was like a movie clip, was cut off.

"Are you satisfied with the fate of the traitor, Mr. Jetson?"

The green-haired young man in white pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and asked the man sitting on the sofa beside him expressionlessly.

The man is neatly dressed in a brand-name suit from head to toe, but he is full of ruffianism in his bones. A centipede-shaped scar crawls across his left cheek to the center of his eyebrows. He is crossing his legs and shaking the wine glass in his hand, as if he is angry about something. with.

"Satisfied? Are you kidding me, Lu? Your team's research progress is much slower than other teams. I spent a lot of money on this business. Do you think I will throw you to feed those monsters?" ?”

"I'm sorry, the innate quality of the ant-shaped man is a bit..."

"Stop making excuses for me!"

In a fit of rage, the man threw the glass in his hand at the green-haired young man, hitting him on the head impartially—maybe the young man didn't want to hide at all, his glasses were thrown out, but he still maintained Standing there with the original posture and expression, let the blood gurgle from the injured head and flow down the cheeks.

"I asked you to check what's going on at the San Claragio Hospital. How did that old man in Levins belch? What about his research results?!"

"I'm sorry, the police's tone is very strict, and now..."

"It's useless! It's so useless! Waste, it's all waste!" Jetson stood up, went to the young man, grabbed him by the neck, pressed him on the sofa, and untied him in twos and twos He pulled down his belt, and pulled down his pants, "You are worthy of doing this kind of thing, I know you are not afraid of death, but listen to me, if you don't want to be treated worse than this, just do it." Come on, stop wasting my money!"

While speaking reprimanding words, Jetson pushed forward in the young man's body, licking the blood dripping from his forehead from time to time, grabbing and plundering like a wild beast eating its prey, the young man's expressionless face finally appeared The moment the scoundrel didn't see twisted, but still only apologies came out of his mouth.

It doesn't matter, for their big plans, he can bear it. As for the bastard who is doing whatever he wants on him now, he will soon let him know what is the law of the jungle and what is the real... hell.

ACT8: Lair

After driving for about an hour, the car of Kelan and his party drove to the vicinity of St. Valentine's Church in the outskirts of New York City.Due to the construction of some road sections in the middle, the arrival time was longer than scheduled. A certain killer sitting in the driver's seat was already irritated, but when he saw the so-called "destination", he came in an instant. Shock filled his whole head.

"It's ironic, I didn't expect that guy Jetson's lair to be in such a place," Kelan avoided the direct light of the street lights, parked the car in the shadow of the bushes, looked up at the cross on the top of the church, and wrinkled tightly. He raised his eyebrows, "Isn't God at home? Why don't you give him the scourge!"

"...Okay, I know you're upset, but we have more important things to do now."

Phil patted Kelan on the shoulder from behind, and then opened the rear door. Kelan turned on the switch of the trunk and got out of the car. The two walked to the trunk, and Phil took all the black equipment in the backpack. Poured in.

"Just these things?"

Kelan picked up a part of the unassembled gun and looked at it, then threw it down dissatisfied.

"The time you gave is too hasty, and I'm not the guy in there who doesn't have so many supernatural powers," Phil said to the church, then picked up the equipment that Kelan dropped along with other parts and began to assemble, "Don't worry, Jeter No matter how scary Sen is, he is only an intermediary in the final analysis, and he is very suspicious, and his lair will never send heavy guards to avoid leaking his whereabouts."

"But you still know, don't you?" Kelan narrowed his eyes and stared at Phil, "I think there is someone else who is really scary."

"...Maybe you're right, but now it's not a question of who is more difficult to deal with and who is the boss behind the scenes, but a question of whether or not we should do it after our goal has been determined," Phil pointed out. With a pun, he continued to work without looking at his brother, "It should be fine for the two of us to go."

"Phil."

Kelan called softly, and put his hand on the other's shoulder. Phil turned his face inexplicably, and found that Kelan's two pupils of different colors were staring at him from a very close distance. A masculine breath is coming.

"……what?"

It took Phil a long time to remember to start a conversation. The vague and ambiguous atmosphere made him a little distracted. Even if he knew that Kelan had no interest in that area and only wanted to treat him as a brother, he still couldn't completely detach himself.

"You stay, I will go by myself."

Kelan didn't notice Phil's mood at all. He just finished talking on his own. Before Phil could recover, he snatched the weapon from the opponent's hand and picked up a few from the remaining equipment. Convenient and easy to use, it can be carried in the equipment bag on the diagonal.

"Klan?!"

"This is a matter between me and Jetson, you don't need to intervene."

Kelan closed the lid of the trunk, turned around and was about to leave, but was grabbed by Phil.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Jetson is not that easy to deal with even if there is only one person! How can I rest assured that you can go by yourself..."

"Phil, I never thought Jetson was so difficult to deal with," Kelan stopped, but did not turn to look at Phil's face, "It's true that I'm a tool to make money for him, but he Why not for me? It is not a matter of a day or two between me and him, and we both know that one day one will kill the other, but this day has come earlier. "

"But... have you forgotten our vow to live and die together? We are... brothers, relatives, right?! Is there anything we can't bear together?"

Kelan's resolute attitude made Phil wonder what to say to refute.