Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 337 The Way of Cooking Aliens

Jock Wayne is a rich second generation, and a super rich second generation.

While others of his age were struggling for a college offer or a chance to try out for a team, he already had billions of dollars.

But he wasn't satisfied because it was what he deserved.

Jock never expected to come to the world, because the blood passed down to him by his parents brought him nothing but pain.

Physical distortion, mental hallucinations, mysterious summons, changeable personality, and out-of-control bloodlines have kept him tortured since he was a child.

Although the old Wayne tried his best to make Jock live safely to the age of 20 by means of science and alchemy, the bloodline still irreversibly crossed the taboo line.

Ironically, when Jock accepts that the bloodline is completely out of control, his pain goes away instead.

When the mutation of the body and mind brought Jock only pleasure, he also completed his rebirth, degenerated from a human to a monster, and from Jock to a clown.

And the clown has also lost interest in the entertainment of humans, and now it only wants to slaughter, in the middle of the night when it needs to scream.

The clown folded his deformed flesh wings and squatted on the roof of the tenement apartment, searching for prey with dark yellow eyes.

Although it has lost its humanity, it has not lost its wisdom.

There are too many surveillances in rich areas, and human lives there are more valuable.

The newcomers to the slums are the most suitable targets. They can make so little noise in life that no one will find out after death.

Like the two girls passing under the apartment right now.

With curly black hair, dark skin, and ample breasts and buttocks, he is clearly Hispanic.

Judging by their cheap but somewhat conservative attire, they should not be prostitutes smuggled in, but innocent girls with dreams of becoming actors or college students.

The clown's scaly mouth curled into a mocking smile.

It's the 21st century, and some people still believe in the American dream.

In another three to six months, the two girls will be unable to pay the rent of the cheap apartment, and then embark on the same path as their predecessors.

End up dying of a drug overdose, or being shot by someone who won't pay for the tickets.

Fortunately, they met this kind-hearted man.

The kind clown does not allow his innocence to be tarnished, so he decides to send them to heaven in advance.

The clown spread his fleshy wings, and gently climbed down the outer wall of the apartment.

When the two girls came to the door of the apartment, it moved.

The black image fell like a ghost, rolling towards the two pure lambs.

They couldn't cry for help at all, and were knocked unconscious by the blow to the back of the head.

The clown's claws hit the backs of the girls' heads, and it has a good grasp of the strength, and it will never hurt them.

The night is still long, it has to be enjoyed slowly.

When the pitch-black sharp claws fell, the touch was not as soft as before, but extraordinarily hard.

The clown's golden pupils, which were dilated due to excitement, suddenly contracted, and the gust of wind appeared out of thin air and was about to fly it into the sky.

But just as it flapped its fleshy wings, it was firmly grasped by a hand.

The make-up on the hands fell off due to force, revealing the fair skin underneath.

Then, the clown was thrown out of the range of the pupil of the wind king.

Before it could get up, a 48-yard star steel (a code name for ceramic steel and plastic-steel composite material) tactical boot stepped on its spine, making it unable to move.

The sound of heavy footsteps approached slowly, and didn't stop until they reached the clown.

It struggled to raise its head, and a giant was looking down at it, eyes full of contempt and hatred.

Jock didn't become like this just now. Before his blood was completely out of control, he had already enjoyed the blood and wailing of many innocent people.

In other words, it was his indulgence of his own nature that led to his complete depravity.

From human to beast, such filth is more profane than pure alien.

Therefore, Lu Mingfei changed his mind.

He had wanted to cut off the clown's head cleanly, but now he felt that it was not thorough enough.

The most profane beings often require the highest cooking temperatures.

"Do you want to use Jun Yan?"

Chu Zihang saw what Lu Mingfei was thinking.

He shook his head, Jun Yan's temperature was enough, but it could only explode and not be released slowly, so it would die too quickly.

It would be great if there was a promethium flamethrower, Lu Mingfei felt a little regretful.

The wrath of the gods, which can incinerate a demon or consume a spore, is always reassuring to the soldiers of the empire.

Go back to the equipment department and ask if there is a similar weapon. When the time comes, let Yuan Zhinv carry it on her back, just to increase his attack power.

"Xi He, look up the nearest gas station."

Zhantuan Intelligence quickly displayed the location of the gas station on the phone.

"You wait for me for a while."

Lu Mingfei turned and left, and returned after a while with two large barrels of gasoline.

"There are still one container missing."

he mused.

"I'll go find it, Captain."

A young girl disguised as a Hispanic volunteered to recommend herself.

"Ah."

Yuan Zhinv took the lead, and he had also watched some American dramas, so he had some understanding of the ecology of the homeless in the United States.

Sure enough, he walked down the street and saw a few homeless people living around a big iron barrel to keep warm.

"Good evening, gentlemen, can you sell me this bucket?"

Yuan Zhinv asked politely.

"Miss, I advise you not to make trouble for yourself."

A homeless man who looked older stopped the others from moving and said viciously at her.

"Are these enough?"

Yuan Zhinv took out three cards of Franklin.

Under the reflection of the fire, the green dollar bills exude a particularly attractive luster.

"Miss, I have warned you. Keep the money, and I can let you go."

The middle-aged tramp sighed, and took out a small knife from his pocket.

"Gentlemen, I suggest that we resolve this matter peacefully."

Yuanzhi's girlfriend said kindly.

"This is America. Miss."

The middle-aged homeless man shook his head.

Yuan Zhinv smiled slightly, and pressed on the wall next to her.

Five clear holes appeared on the graffiti, and only Fa remained of the seven letters of Falk Squid.

"Okay, Miss Kung Fu, this barrel is yours now."

The middle-aged tramp said wisely, and then led the others back a few steps.

"Thank you, gentlemen, and have a nice evening."

Yuanzhinv easily picked up the oil barrel, turned and left.

When I left, I rolled up the dollars into strips and stuffed them into the holes in the wall.

"Master, do you think this is appropriate?"

Back at the apartment, Yuanzhinv asked asking for credit.

"Well, it's pretty good."

Lu Mingfei praised him, and then started to work.

He first tore off the clown's fleshy wings, then bent all its limbs behind its back, rolled it up into a ball and stuffed it into the bucket.

The clown's constant swearing and threats are seen as barking dogs with a broken spine.

Two large barrels of gasoline were poured into the barrel, and then instantly ignited by a spark.

The oil Lu Mingfei bought was of good quality, it burned without any black smoke, only a pure bright yellow flame rose into the sky.

An hour later, he lifted the twisted and reddened oil drum and dumped the contents down the drain.

(End of this chapter)