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"Angel……"

Calvin muttered the word mockingly, then he slowly raised his head and stared at the man not far away.

At this moment, the moon struggled to break free from the cloud, and a silver beam of moonlight just fell on the center of the bush... On Calvin's body, the moonlight was so pure and bright that he couldn't even feel it. It is like a naturally formed light, and it is like a spotlight set by God for Calvin in the dark.

Calvin's face looked extraordinarily cold and sacred under the silver light, his clear and sharp eyes looked around, all the people caught by his eyes - those who could be sent to do this kind of errand would never It may be a devout believer, but a notorious desperado - all can't help holding their breath at this moment.

That extraordinary aura flowed slowly in this small open space, burning the nerves of the visitors.The muzzles of some people's guns shook a little, which shouldn't be true. Those people's hands should be stronger than steel.Obviously, these people may all be outlaws, but not all of them are staunch materialists.

However, the bald man in the lead seemed quite determined.

"Hey, you bastards, don't think I don't know what's going on in your head - this guy might really be that goddamn angel, but so what? Even if he's an alien, he'll end up He will just stay where he should be obediently."

The bald man yelled at his companions rudely.

"You are my brothers, and I don't want to see my brothers do 'stupid things.' You know what happens to people who are stupid."

He continued.

If only from the tone of voice, the bald man seemed so rude and reckless, even with a bit of natural stupidity.

But Calvin, who had been watching him, would not be fooled by that illusion.

There was something very evil in that man's gaze, like the eyes of a large cold-blooded reptile fed on human flesh... a cruelty and cruelty completely insulated from humanity and civilization.

He must have killed many, and rejoiced in the horror and despair of those who died.

Calvin could confirm this because of the shadowy shadows gathered behind the bald man.Those shadows were translucent, but under the cover of the moonlight, their edges showed a dark red color like dried blood.

Under the intimidation of the bald man, the desperadoes who had been a little shaken tremblingly regained the stability of the firing guns in their hands.

"You are a man who should go to hell."

Calvin said slowly.

He was a little dizzy, just seeing the shadow behind the man, his blood seemed to be boiling.

A strong tyrannical impulse hit his reason like a tide.

"Oh, you're right, I think hell will welcome me."

The bald man slowly pressed his finger on the trigger of the firing gun.

"How about a discussion? My lovely little angel, kill the little boy next to you and receive an anesthesia injection, then follow us obediently, so that at least I can save my shot. You look very thin , at least it doesn't look stronger than a lion, but this little thing in my hand can strangle a lion's neck accidentally... oh, don't look at me like that, I don't want to be so troublesome. Honestly, I am more than anyone I want to use a simpler method, but if you are alive, you will be more valuable." The bald man looked at Calvin with viscous eyes like looking at animals, "And I don't want to get entangled with those pedophiles."

"Oh, is that what they told you? You need a living angel, and the dead one can only be discounted?"

Calvin repeated coldly.

His wings spread slowly behind his back, each feather reflecting the misty moonlight, as if his wings themselves were glowing.

The scene looked almost holy.

Even the bald man with the most typical antisocial personality has to admit that Calvin at this moment does look exactly like the "angel of the world" that the Adventists say.

If he was a little more stupid, or in other words, a little weaker, he might really believe the nonsense of those Adventist fools, and regard that "angel" as a messenger sent by God to the world.

The bald man thought silently in his heart.

But something is still not quite right...

As Calvin's wings gradually spread out, the man's back felt slightly numb, which was an instinctive tension and warning.

Under the sacred, cold, and dignified atmosphere in this bush, it seemed that something extremely dangerous was about to move, as if a storm was slowly forming in a place he could not see.

The bald man's bloody career in the past few decades has given him the keen intuition of a wild animal, but at this moment, his intuition is not good.

"Angel……"

He heard someone murmuring behind him, and then the sound of the gun falling to the ground in the opponent's hand.

Without a trace of hesitation, the bald man suddenly drew his gun without looking back, and then fired a shot towards the sound of the voice.

One of the team members who was shaken by Calvin's wings and appearance let out a muffled grunt and suddenly fell to the ground.

"I told you, don't do stupid things."

The bald man murmured.

He quickly glanced at his subordinates from the corner of his eye, and said badly in his heart.Even under his various threats, the eyes of these men without exception showed a look of confusion.

It has to be fought quickly.

The bald man made up his mind, and his eyes on Calvin were full of malice.

And deep down in his heart, the feeling of extreme uneasiness that came from his intuition made him more and more unbearable.He felt that his neck was getting cold all the time, and his shoulders were getting heavier and heavier.For a moment, he wanted to be like a frightened little bastard, and look behind him without hesitation.

He hated the way Calvin looked over his shoulder and behind him at this moment.

"Hey, you'd better make up your mind quickly, I'm never very patient after all."

The bald man shouted at Calvin with increasing brusqueness--

"I'll count one, two, three, kill your companion and follow us, or be dragged away by us—"

He said to Calvin word by word.

Although he said he could count one, two, three, in fact, his fingers were already pulling the trigger of the gun, and his other hand was silently placed behind his waist, making a gesture ——He was ordering his attributes to shoot directly.

In reality, all the movements of the bald man are so fast, quiet, and absolute.

But he didn't know that in Calvin's eyes, his every move was infinitely stretched into an almost boring slow motion.

Calvin once again felt that icy feeling, rushing towards the inside of his body like a torrent of wings on his back, that turbulent and vast force seemed to be able to disintegrate everything, even his own internal organs. Can be crushed into powder.He was pulled by intense pain and extreme pleasure at the same time, but unlike the first time he encountered this force, this time his thinking seemed to have been isolated from his fragile and powerless body.

His emotions are as cold and hard as the ice in the permafrost area, with almost no waves.

He heard a terrifying, abyss-like low voice constantly echoing and vibrating inside his body.And his thoughts and eyes became extremely sharp and clear.

At this moment, Calvin felt as if he was omniscient and omnipotent. He could feel the flow of air, the fragrance of vegetation and moonlight, the strong smell of glue from the hunting net inside the shooting gun, the blood flowing under the skin, the rhythm of internal organs...

The crimson shadows lingering around the bald man turned their heads at the same moment, and severe pain appeared in their empty faces and eyes.

The bushes behind the group of men suddenly fell silent.

The chirping of insects, the chirping of birds, the breathing of the dormouse, the friction between leaves, the flow of the wind...all the small sounds that were not noticed by people disappeared suddenly at this moment.

Under the shadow of the tree, a door slowly emerged from the air.

At first the door was like a mirage, with only a very vague shadow, but it didn't take long for the bright red outline of the door to become solid in Calvin's sight.

Calvin was not surprised to find that the door was the same one that had appeared to him before.

It's still that unpleasant red color, and the brass handle has been rubbed smooth and shiny.

[Crunch——]

Also, still familiar, the slowly opening door...and the abyss-like darkness behind the door.

"Calvin."

In a trance, Calvin heard whispers from people around him.

He turned his head slowly, and in the stagnant time when everything in the world seemed to be infinitely extended, Reed's behavior was normal.

He and Calvin became exceptions in this frozen time and space.

At this moment, Reed looked at Calvin in a strange way.

"you……"

Calvin stared blankly at Reed, whose emerald green eyes contained extremely complex pupils.

"Have you really decided? Do you... wish to open this door?"

Is it an illusion?Calvin stared at Reed's lips, the voice that came out of his mouth seemed to have been artificially increased the echo, obviously it was only one person, but Calvin seemed to hear the inquiries of countless people in unison.

There seemed to be a rush of electricity running down Calvin's spine.

He was sure that just now, he heard a low growl that seemed to come from a wild beast.

"Yes."

Calvin replied.