When Chaoying meets Little Siren

As soon as Jason's feet hit the ground, he fell down, propping his elbows on the grass, and vomited faintly.

I really can’t blame him, it’s like stuffing a person into a drum washing machine for about half an hour—not that long, but the intensity is definitely more than that.

After feeling dizzy and uncomfortable, he propped up his body and managed to use his bewildered brain.

where is this?

What about Val?

What was he doing before?

There is no question that has even the slightest thought, and the stomach is full of waves.

He thought with a splitting headache, this is really more extreme than the first time he came into contact with the case scene where the death lasted more than a week in the summer.

He didn't remember until he vomited out the contents of his stomach, leaving only burning acid in his throat.

He and Val came to the cell where Superman was held on the second floor of the watchtower.

— for what purpose?

Why did they go to that cell where Superman was held?

Is it Val who wants to go?

He took out a tissue to wipe off the dirt around his mouth, denying his thoughts.

No, not her, the cell he took Val to.

But why would he want to meet Superman - even, why would he come to the Watchtower?

Because Val asked to meet the mermaid who was similar to her?No, earlier.He made the suggestion before Val, even in the car, was in Wilson's car, before he hung up on The Flash, and he said he was going to the watchtower.

But why did he go to the watchtower?

What he didn't know was that when he just landed in this world, a shadow-like energy body quietly separated from his body and merged into his shadow until it merged with his shadow Regardless of each other.

If Constantine was here, he would be able to recognize that this ray of energy body was of the same origin as the residual energy body they detected in the basement.

Despite his confused mind and no clue about his surroundings, Jason stood up and looked around.

This looks like an autumn meadow, covered with yellow and green withered grass, soft to the touch.

Not only did he not know the purpose of coming to the watchtower, or even meeting Superman, but even the memory before coming here was blurred, and the memory was only barely interrupted after opening the door.

What happened after opening the door?

As he thought about it, he looked around. When he saw something, his pupils constricted, and he took a few steps back in the opposite direction of that thing, and at the same time he touched the gun in his hand.

——It was a full person tall, like a mummy snowman woven from cloth, it looked like a huge bag.Surrounding that huge sac, the ground that should have been yellow grass was covered by an unidentifiable white substance.

He was standing downwind, and under the cover of the fermented smell of dirt, there was a fishy smell coming from that direction, which smelled like rotten meat.

Jason felt sick again.

When he didn't notice, the sky had gradually darkened, and dusk was approaching.

The dim yellow setting sun was the same color as a piece of red-hot iron, one or two degrees brighter than the normal dusk, and thus illuminated the chelicera covered with black bristles that opened the huge sac.

The metal-colored chelicerus cut the huge cocoon, and the movement was as smooth as a hot knife cutting butter.

My Christ Jesus Batman—

What the fuck is that?

He has good eyesight—he has good dynamic and static vision, a must for vigilantes who travel at night, and you lose your night vision goggles at some point—which allows him to see the dissection in the dim light. The creature that came out of the yeti mummy had a huge and pitch-black body supported by eight thick clawed feet, covered with thick stinging hairs; the front part should have eight ruby-like eyes and fangs like a spider. Teeth - it even has a mouth!A mouth full of fangs!

What the hell is this thing! ?

What the fuck is this place where no bird shit? !Is this still the earth! ?

There are very few aliens in Gotham, and there are often messy alien invasions in New York next door, but there is still a gap of billions of points between what you see on TV and what you see in reality.

He was downwind, so logically the other party shouldn't be able to smell him—provided that it hunted by scent, not infrared or sound.

The grassland is vast and unobstructed. He resolutely got into the dense tall grass, feeling anxious, but experience told him that he had to be patient.This thing is very dangerous at first glance, but he must first find out its habits and characteristics, in case there is more than one such cocoon - this is crucial information.

Even if necessary, he needs to clean up the cocoon.

The pistol magazine has a capacity of thirteen rounds, and he still has ten magazines with 130 rounds. He has never been so grateful for his habit of replenishing ammunition whenever he goes out.

The chubby monster was patrolling around the cocoon, its claws stretched and stretched, and it stomped on the mixed yellow and white ground. The huge and bloated body slowly turned until it locked its direction.

The wind hasn't changed, so either its sense of smell is overly sensitive, or it senses prey by temperature and sound.

He prefers the former.

Now that it had been discovered, Jason aimed at its body neatly and fired, and a shot rang out.

The creature's body was pierced straight through, and it staggered, and the claws adjusted the balance of the body until it stood upright.

The moment it stood upright completely, it quickly swung its claws and quickly approached him.

Looks like you can't save bullets.

Just when he was about to fire the second shot, he heard a sharp and hoarse cry from the cocoon. The cocoon was torn apart by the chelicerus, and the opening that was already glued was torn open again by another toe, from which the cocoon was opened. From that opening came out another black monster like before, and a monster with black coat mixed with yellow patterns and barbs on its chelicerae.

This is not the time to save bullets.

Jason cursed secretly, and shot three times in a row, hitting the first spider. He noticed in that short fatal moment that the spider had lost the ability to move after the second shot, and fell down suddenly, becoming a dead body.

Before he had time to think, he continued to fire two consecutive shots, both of which hit the second black spider. Their claws had two segments, each measuring half a meter long, and the claws swung extremely fast. In seconds, the distance between them has been shortened from 20 meters to five meters!

The speed of the yellow spider was even faster than that of the black spider, and it was already less than three meters away from him!

Jason could even see the sharp barbed tips on its claws shining brightly—was it contaminated with some poisonous liquid or metal?

Jason cursed secretly, turned his head and ran away, keeping a distance first no matter what.

There were seven bullets left, so Jason just replaced the full magazine. Who knows how many bullets the stronger-looking yellow spider needs.

The pasture was dense with dry grass, and while running away in a hurry, he stepped into a pothole with his left foot by surprise—why is there such a pothole on the fucking grassland? !

He fell directly to the ground hard, ignoring that the fall made his eyes stare, he quickly turned over and stood up, no longer intending to open the distance, turned around and shot a few times, the black shot roared, and was hit by the bullet. The impact force made it fall backwards, and the other yellow and black one was already within reach.

Hold.

Jason gritted his teeth, his eyes were bright red, and he shot three times. The two guns sank into its body and got stuck in its dark body, instead of causing penetrating damage like the previous two black monsters. It looked like it Much tougher than the black monster.

One shot was missed, and in this gap, the yellow-black monster leaned back briefly, its claws pierced into the ground sharply, and its body was straightened to stand up with all its strength.

It was another shot, but it missed, and the trajectory of the bullet burned a scorched black mark on the withered grass.

It directly jumped into the air to avoid the bullet, its claws were extremely powerful, and it jumped at an extremely fast speed, rushing straight towards his face.

The mouth full of fangs is really disgusting to look at, but it is estimated that the bite force will not be too strong-who would grow teeth that cannot be clenched in the mouth?Its upper gums have only two sharp long teeth, which bite straight to the lower gums. Beside the two long teeth, the lower gums have a few sparse teeth.

With one hand across his face, Jason fired a shot at the leaping monster with his right hand. He kept his eyes open to see the monster's trajectory.

At such a short distance, when it is hit by the impact of the bullet, a hole the size of a head will be directly opened in the back of its head.Or step back a little, buy him time for a few more shots—

He missed the bullet, and a shock wave pierced through him, through the monster's body.

Yellow-green slurry burst out of the yellow-black monster's wide-open mouth. He closed his eyes reflexively and tilted his head. The slurry still splashed all over his head and face, and the corpse fell heavily on his chest.

As if suffocating, Jason picked the corpse away with a gun - he didn't dare to touch it with his hands, it would be troublesome if it was poisonous.

Fuck, fuck—

Jason, whose face was full of monster slurry, pulled out his leg that was sunk in the pothole, closed his eyes fiercely, a strong fishy smell poured into his mouth and nose, he still didn't dare to take a deep breath, he was so fucking nauseous—there is no way in this world Is it a good thing? !Even a little! ?

He really couldn't hold back, turned his head and vomited again, but couldn't vomit anything. His stomach acid burned so much that he was worried whether his throat could still be used, and at the same time, he was still wary of the sound wave.

There was the sound of footsteps approaching him quickly.

What is it this time!

Jason was so devastated that he wiped his face with his hands, and raised his gun to face the direction of the voice.

"Jason—" It was a familiar, drawn-out, surprised voice.

Under the dusky sunset, a little girl flew towards him like a bird returning to its nest.

Then, just a foot away from him, he stopped.

The little girl still kept her arms outstretched, braked sharply in front of him, and sniffed hesitantly.

Then he showed a somewhat indescribable expression.

Jason: "..."

This is to know how to despise him.

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The author has something to say:

This chapter is mainly to write about the relative strength of Jason and Val in this world√

Foreshadowing for the later stage√

The famine game is too simple, so the monsters of famine are greatly strengthened in the text√

The spider has changed from being bullied by everyone to being killed by three shots, Weber don't thank me w

Famine monsters use most of the game settings, but a few settings have been changed.

There is another update at night, it is estimated to be one or two o'clock, it is not recommended to wait, wake up and watch it tomorrow morning