Tokyo: Parasite

Chapter 351 121: Bello City
“The Lord will grant you rest, and the sins you have committed will not come upon you.”

"Amen."

Brand tried his best to leave an intact body for each resurrected corpse.

But inevitably, they all had a big hole in their foreheads, and a slightly foul-smelling liquid burst out from the back of their heads.

As the last corpse fell, the nearby resurrected corpses had been cleared. After delivering a condolence on the spot, Brand flew into the air and looked for other resurrected corpses again.

"Ok?"

Brand saw a clear flame burning in the distance and an extraordinary aura bursting out.

"The extraordinary breath of fire?"

He had some guesses, but still planned to go and see it for himself.

The fire was some distance away, and he spent more than ten minutes flying closer to the scene. The closer he got, the stronger the burning smell became. Under the rainforest, the roars of the zombies became more and more obvious.

Click click.

The trees could no longer hold out under the scorching heat and collapsed to the ground, crushing several zombies that were unable to dodge.

There was fire all around, but the zombie was still trying hard to get close to the person in the fire even though his body was on fire.

Ito Makoto just raised his head and glanced at Brand, who was radiating light and had no intention of hiding anything. The eye contact was considered a greeting, and then he continued to deal with the group of resurrected corpses in front of him.

He really didn't have any ability that could help him find the resurrected corpses, so he used a stupid method and followed the traces. For ordinary people, entering the rainforest to look for the resurrected corpses was very risky, but he was afraid that he would not find them, so he stopped and searched along the way, and finally found this group of resurrected corpses lying on the ground like Voldemort at night.

Ito set them on fire.

Then, as if a den of corpses had been stabbed, countless resurrected corpses crawled up and poured in from all directions. He estimated that he had killed nearly a thousand of them, but there was still no sign of stopping.

The rainforest now seemed to have become a monster spawning cage, with trees that would bite people everywhere.

Brand watched from the sky for a while and had a certain understanding of Ito's fighting ability. He knew that the other party would be fine even if he encountered that special resurrected corpse. So he turned and went to other places, tacitly leaving this area to Ito to clean up.

He is responsible for another direction.

The night passed quickly and the sky gradually brightened. There had been a light rain in the forest not long ago. When dawn broke, fog lingered in the low sky, as if clouds were falling to the earth.

Looking down, a nearby rainforest looked like it had several pimples and was charred black. I don't know how much flesh and wood had been carbonized.

Ito walked across the charcoal on the ground, sat down on a fallen tree trunk with a slightly tired look, and lowered his head, thinking about something.

There was a sudden noise in the sky, and Ito knew that Brand was coming.

"They were scattered all over the place and hid themselves under the ground. I only found less than 500 of them in one night." Brand's priest robe was still spotless, and his shoes were clean when he touched the ground, which made Ito very envious.

Without elementalization, he can neither fly nor have this convenient ability.

"is it?"

He nodded and said nothing more.

He killed about three thousand resurrected zombies in one night, and basically half of the currently known resurrected zombies were eliminated by him personally.

But he did not think that he was powerful. It was just that the enemies were too weak. Those resurrected zombies seemed to have a grudge against him and rushed towards him desperately. He sat here for half an hour but still could not figure out the other party's purpose.

Is this just a broken jar, or is there another intention?

"I think this is voodoo using the resurrected corpses to deliberately draw our attention to this rainforest." Brand directly stated his guess.

Ito remained noncommittal as he knew that the information he had was too little compared to that of the Paladin.

"So your inference is that the purpose of voodoo attracting our attention here is to infect other places?"

"It's possible, and it's not small." Brand really thought so.

"Then..." Before Ito could even ask, the satellite communication watch on his wrist given to him by the Rio military began to ring.

Almost at the same time, Brand's satellite phone rang.

The two immediately guessed that there must be some progress on the official side.

"Reverend Brand, the latest news is that we have found the identities of almost all the infected people based on the surveillance of the train. After investigation, we also found a special common point."

"Their tickets are all for Bello."

Passengers with the same destination?
It's like a challenge.

As a Japanese, Ito thought of this word immediately.

To be honest, the destination of all the infection source tickets is the same place. This is clearly a clue left behind intentionally, and it is hard to say that it is an accident.

The two looked at each other, and even though they knew that this was a clue left by the other party on purpose, they both decided to go there.

As for this rainforest, the residents have already completed the evacuation and the blockade has also been completed. As long as they are not allowed to leave and spread the infection, these resurrected corpses will rot on their own in a few days and fall forever in this rainforest.

Especially after a night of clearing out, the remaining zombies are estimated to be only three to four thousand. The only ones worth worrying about may be those special zombies.

Although it seems not enough when facing a true extraordinary person, it can completely avoid the firepower when facing ordinary people.

"I will stay here for three more days. You can go to Bello first to check out the situation." Brand took the initiative to stay here, ready to personally put more resurrected corpses to rest in peace.

He detested such unscrupulous means.

Ito did not refuse and began to contact the military in Rio.

“Great, we’re here.”

Near the city of Bello, Feidu and Xavier wiped out a gang they met on the road, robbed their car, changed into clean clothes, and rushed to the city of Bello overnight.

I guess at this time, the two people who were delayed in the rainforest also knew about Bello's situation and were preparing to rush over.

Fei Du's purpose of letting the zombie general lead the group of zombies to invade the town was to infect more people, expand the number, and delay the two extraordinary people there.

But I only plan to delay it for one day.

The distance from getting off the bus to Bello is the riskiest moment, and he must ensure that no accidents occur during this period.

Now that you have the cards in your hand, don't be stingy in playing them, or you'll regret it later.

After arriving in Bello, Xavier's trust has reached its peak. Next, it is time to verify the potential in him. Some necessary mental shocks are a good medicine.

After all, spirit is also part of power.

As for mental shock, what could be more infuriating than seeing a loved one die in front of one's eyes? As a disciple of Augustus, Feidu perfectly inherited Augustus's thoughts and had no guilt at all. All he had was the determination to achieve his goal at all costs and the priority of profit.

"You seem to have something to say?"

Driving into the city, Belo City, as the capital of a state, is far enough away from the scene of the incident and is not under martial law.

He had already arranged in advance for the assistant who was deceived from voodoo to buy a house as a safe place for the next period of time.

"I just... am not used to killing people." Xavier looked at his hands. Not long ago, under Fei Du's instructions, he broke a big man's neck with his own hands.

The sound was very clear. He had never felt that life was so fragile. Just a slight twist could end a person's life.

"There is always such a process. Although I have never killed anyone, some people are indeed not worth dying for. Leaving them in the world will only cause more ordinary people to suffer misfortunes. This is also the current chronic disease of this country. If you kill a shadow, there will always be more shadows snatching the inheritance and slowly growing into new crimes. Even more chaotic things may happen during this period, making people feel that it is better not to kill them."

"However, this is undoubtedly a form of chronic suicide. Rio is now like a critically ill patient. Ordinary treatments can no longer save the country, and those with serious illnesses can either wait to die or take the risk of using strong medicine."

"I just want to ask one question. Do you regret killing them?"

If the other people in the Soul Gathering heard Fei Du's words, they would probably laugh to death.

Xavier shook his head decisively: "No regrets, I only regret not killing him earlier."

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He recalled the series of evidence of crimes he had found in the other party's lair, and every one of them was more cruel than his own.

Such a quick and easy death as breaking the neck was too merciful for them.

"Haha, I was right about you. You are not a pedantic person. It seems that I don't need to spend too much time on how to behave. Many principles are the same. What we need to do is to be a good person with a clear conscience and flexible."

"People like us definitely won't be stuck with the trolley problem."

"Okay, we are almost at our destination. During the next period of time, I will compile detailed training secrets for you and collect secret medicines. At the same time, I will keep an eye on Ito's movements. I hope he won't come here. You still need some time to grow." Fei Du said this deliberately.

"Master, is he afraid that if he stays in Bello, it will be inconvenient for us to train?" Xavier was curious.

"One of the important reasons why I suspect he has a connection with voodoo is that the timing of his appearances is too coincidental." Fei Du explained seriously, "I happened to be at the scene when the Christ the Redeemer statue was on fire, and then the first zombie incident broke out in Rio. I was staying in a nearby hotel at the time, and when I checked in, I seemed to meet someone who looked very much like him. And coincidentally, that hotel happened to overlook the Rocinha slum."

"There was no movement for a month, and then he suddenly took a train out of the city, and ran into the zombie train as soon as he got out. Either the Voodoo Cult has a grudge against him, or they are colluding with him and trying to create a heroic image and infiltrate our official ranks."

"So, if he shows up in Bello, how should he show his heroic behavior?"

Xavier's face gradually lost color and turned pale: "Master, are you saying that he might cause an infection in the city?"

"That's possible, so once he really comes, you have to add one more item to your training, which is tracking." Fei Du nodded, "Don't worry too much. The Eagle Warriors are not reckless and are good at hiding. It's just that the materials are a bit scarce, so we have to use them wisely. Leave it to me. I'm also from Rio, so I will naturally do my best to prevent possible infection."

Xavier nodded heavily, wondering whether he should inform his cousin and aunt.

However, he was not sure he could convince the other party, and it would be easy for him to expose himself and implicate his master.

He could only give up such thoughts.

After all, it was just a guess, and even if the other party really created an infection in the city, he would do his best to stop it as soon as possible.

The car was driven to a suburb and abandoned directly. Then the two of them went straight to buy two bicycles and rode to the safe house.

"Do you want to go home and visit?" Fei Du asked.

Xavier shook his head.

Fei Du didn't say much. He asked him to stay in the safe house while he went out to collect some medicinal herbs.

at the same time.

In a cheap rental house somewhere, a man lying on the bed, with corpse spots already appearing on his body, slowly opened his eyes.

He calmly got out of bed, twisted his neck, and slowly stood up.

The stiff body gradually regained its flexibility, even the corpse seemed warm, and the corpse spots began to disappear.

He casually took out a set of clothes, walked into the bathroom, and quickly poured a bottle of shower gel onto his head, then applied it all over his body, and then rinsed it with cold water.

A moment later, he was clean and wearing new clothes.

Picking up an umbrella and putting on a pair of sunglasses, he was about to go out, but suddenly he stopped, raised his hand and sniffed carefully.

Then she turned around, took out half a bottle of perfume, sprayed some, then opened the door and walked out.

Summer in Rio is either rainy or scorching hot, but people here don't have much awareness of sun protection, so holding an umbrella is a bit abrupt.

But as more buildings appeared nearby and the shadows widened, the man put away his umbrella and blended into the crowd.

As if wandering aimlessly, he kept looking at a middle-aged man who was standing at the door of a coffee shop, anxiously talking on the phone.

"I don't know who you are, but if you dare to threaten me again, I will call the police directly."

"Really? Sir, I guess your coffee will be knocked over later."

"What the hell are you talking about—hey! Damn it!"

The man was about to ask further questions when a scoundrel knocked the cup of coffee out of his hand, causing it to spill onto the ground and burn his hand.

"Oh, poor guy, he can't even hold a cup of coffee." The young man didn't leave, but kept mocking him.

How could the man endure it, so he punched him.

"Asshole! How dare you hit me?! I'm from the Black Snake Society!" The young man fought back, and relying on his youthful physique, he put the middle-aged man, who lacked exercise, at a disadvantage.

"So it's you! Wait! Wait for me!" The middle-aged man fled in a panic, and grouped the person who called him and the young man together. He kept thinking in his mind when he had offended the Black Snake Society.

But after thinking about it for several rounds, I couldn't find the reason.

He had no choice but to find a place to clean up the stain on his clothes and then rush to work.

On the other side, after the young man won the fight, he raised his middle finger to the onlookers and walked away with a smile, counting the money as he walked: "Hehe, I can earn this much money just by provoking someone for no reason, and I don't have to pay any commission from the gang. This is really easy money."

He stuffed the banknotes into his arms happily. He was not interested in how the unlucky middle-aged man offended others. If he could make money, he would let him kill his entire family.

Unfortunately, he was an orphan since childhood.

"Forget it, I have nothing to do, let's go back to the guild and see if there is anything fun to do."

The young man walked slowly towards the gang.

The half-dead body that witnessed everything seemed to have come here just to act as a camera. After the two separated, it followed the direction where the middle-aged man disappeared.

(End of this chapter)