Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 461 I Got the "Souvenir"

Guan Zhong's right arm was numb from the shock, and his wrist bone made a "crackling" sound as he could not bear the weight.

But he managed to withstand the impact, holding the gun tightly in his right hand, as if he would not let go of the gun even if he died.

The next moment, he pulled the trigger frantically with his index finger, emptying the whole magazine of bullets.

The first bullet hit the monster's left eye, crushing the lens and causing dark green liquid to spurt out.

The second bullet followed closely, blowing off the optic nerve, causing the monster's eyeball to explode instantly, and it let out a shrill roar.

The third bullet, the fourth bullet, the fifth bullet... the bullets penetrated the monster's cranial cavity one after another, making a dull "puff" sound, as if hitting a leather bag filled with water.

When the last bullet whizzed out, the back of the monster's head exploded completely, and brain tissue mixed with bone fragments splattered radially, like a large bowl of brains mixed with seasoning.

Guan Zhong panted heavily and pulled out the pistol that was deeply sunken in his eyeball, with a few sticky optic nerves still hanging on the barrel.

The monster's body twitched violently twice before it fell to the ground with a bang, stirring up a cloud of dust mixed with blood.

Gong Qi walked out from behind the monster, looked at Guan Zhong with a half-smile, and uttered three words softly: "You're welcome."

Hou Wendong's legs went limp and he slid down the wall to sit on the ground.

He stared blankly at the monster's corpse that was so close to him, its ferocious single eye still staring at him with its eyes wide open.

The feeling of happiness after surviving the disaster came like a tide - it seemed that I didn't have to queue up at the incinerator, nor did I have to lie in the ICU of the hospital again.

"My life has been really..." He smiled bitterly and touched his chest, where the scar from the last attack was still left.

He didn't know whether to conclude that it was bad luck or good luck.

His bad luck was that he was always involved in inexplicable dangers, but his good luck was that he was always rescued by kind-hearted strangers at the critical moment.

In just a few days, two new names were added to Hou Wendong's list of benefactors.

....
Everyone is the protagonist of his own destiny.

Especially between life and death, on the stage dyed red with blood, everyone will restore their truest face.

"Blood is the most honest mirror. It will reveal a person's true nature. Whether he is cruel, cowardly, cunning, or stupid, it will all be revealed clearly!"

The special envoy sat on the rostrum, looking down indifferently at the grand stage woven with life on the campus.

This was the most exciting performance he had seen since he came to downtown.

But when he caught sight of the big screen showing the live broadcast, he suddenly felt that all the noise was eclipsed.

That's where the real center of the stage is.

In the picture, scientist Zuo Bai stood stiffly in the center of the camera, with two identical [masks] standing side by side behind him.

They were symmetrical like mirror images, with identical smiles on their lips, and even the frequency of their lips moving was exactly the same. Their pupils under their gold-rimmed glasses flashed the same evil light. Suddenly, the two [Mask] arms twisted like humans, twisting into a bone blade with spiral black lines.

The tip of the blade pierced Zuo Bai's back, and then lifted his entire body into the air, like a specimen nailed down in a laboratory.

In the blink of an eye, countless bone spurs burst out from Zuo Bai's body.

The lower abdomen, eye sockets, throat, ribs. Every bit of flesh and blood was pierced with hideous white bones, like a holy flower that suddenly bloomed from the inside out.

Then, Zuo Bai's body began to swell like a malfunctioning inflatable doll, and his skin gradually became transparent, revealing the surging black fluid under the skin - it was not biological tissue, but countless shadows disguised as ink.

Pong——

Zuo Bai's chest and abdomen exploded into pieces.

Countless ink splashed in all directions, then fell silently into the sewage and penetrated into the body of one of the [Masks].

The other [Masked] slowly pulled his arm out of Zuo Bai's broken body. As his arm was pulled out, the blooming bone flower shrank back and returned to his palm with some blood.

Only a still beating heart is left in the palm of your hand!

It was clearly a semi-mechanical heart, its surface covered with nerve-like circuits, and mercury-like liquid metal flowing through each circuit.

The most horrifying thing was that there was a microchip connected to the heart's aorta, which was flashing red light madly.

Only the head and legs were left of Zuo Bai's entire body; the middle half had disappeared, barely connected by a spine crawling with silver nanoworms.

A normal person who suffered such trauma would have died long ago.

But Zuo Bai was still able to slowly turn his neck, and his cervical vertebrae made a "clicking" sound as if the gears were stuck.

Two black holes without eyeballs stared straight at the [Mask] in front of them, their jaws opened and closed mechanically, and a damaged, electric, crackling noise came from their throats:
"I didn't expect that I would lose here. I have to admit, [Masked], you made me feel the frustration I haven't felt in a long time. I lost this round, but..."

[Mask] Both faces showed an interested smile at the same time:
"As expected of a scientist, you have transformed yourself. However, since you know you have lost, just hand over the [Black Core] obediently."

Suddenly, a faint blue light emerged from the two black holes in Zuo Bai, like a monitor restarting in the middle of the night:
"You won't get anything from me, and we will meet again soon. By then, I promise to tear you into pieces, because I have seen your true face. You no longer have any secrets in my eyes!"

Zuo Bai paused for a moment. He was clearly defeated and his body was not even complete, but he looked like he had won. He raised his head proudly and warned in advance:
"[Mask], I can't wait for that day to come."

The two [Masks] lowered their heads at the same time, their dark eyes met Zuo Bai's face, and their scarlet magatama stared at the heart in their hands, smiling mysteriously and saying:
"What a coincidence! I'm looking forward to meeting you again. By the way, I've already got what I wanted from you... a 'souvenir'!"

What Zuo Bai couldn't see was that on [Masked]'s pair of scarlet magatama, a line of strange prompt box subtitles were slowly emerging.

[You are peering into a fresh heart!]
[You glimpsed a power in this heart that has not yet dissipated.]
[….]
He only felt that his heart stopped beating, his mind could no longer receive electrical signals, his consciousness connection was cut off, and the blue light in his two pupils instantly turned red.

[Mask] gently closed his fingertips, and the semi-mechanical heart collapsed into quicksand in his palm, falling out from between his fingers.

Zuo Bai's head lost its support and drooped suddenly. At the same time, an intense red light burst out from his eye sockets, and in an instant, the entire shaft was illuminated like daylight.

[Mask] calmly shook off the quicksand on his fingertips, his eyes passed Feng Yuhuai and looked at the sneaky figure in the pipe...
(End of this chapter)