American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 129 Midnight Cannibal Train
The sudden darkness startled both Roy and the black car thief.

But the lights came back on in a flash, which made Roy feel a little strange.

Could it be that the motor power is a little unstable?
Just when he was wondering, Roy noticed that the black car thief had a strange look in his eyes, staring straight at the back of him.

Is it a trap?

Roy didn't turn around immediately.

"What are you looking at?"

The black car thief opened his mouth and pointed at Roy's back. Is there really something behind him?

Just as he was thinking, Roy heard the sound of a blunt object breaking through the air.

Because he was drunk, Roy's reaction was a beat slower. He tilted his head slightly, barely protecting the back of his head, but he still couldn't avoid being hit on the shoulder by the blunt object.

Boom!
The sound of a blunt object hitting flesh!
The heavy blow did not knock Roy to the ground, but only made his body tilt.

The second attack was about to fall, but unfortunately the attacker's hand had already been grabbed by someone.

[Discover the special character Mahogany and you can absorb the power of destiny to gain rewards!]

Another special person?
Roy narrowed his drunken eyes and looked at the attacker, a tall man with a fleshy face and a shaved head.

He was wearing a well-fitting suit, but it didn't quite match his temperament. He looked more like a mercenary or a butcher with a murderous aura.

"Sneak attack on me?"

The man in the suit tried his best to break free from Roy's hand, but he felt as if his arm was caught by a hydraulic clamp and he could not break free.

Unable to break free with one hand, the man in the suit had to use his other hand to attack Roy, but his attack intention was too obvious and was easily caught by Roy.

Then, Roy kicked the man in the suit in the stomach and kicked him away.

The man in the suit finally bumped into the door at the connection between the carriages.

At this moment, Roy noticed that the carriage behind him was covered in blood, and some blood plasma had even seeped into the carriage where Roy was.

Could this guy have come all the way from another carriage?

Los Angeles is so chaotic that you can encounter this kind of thing even when taking the subway!

Roy moved his shoulder. The blow from the man in the suit with the hammer just now made his shoulder hurt a little, but it was not a serious problem and would not affect his movement.

"Who the hell are you?"

The man in the suit quickly struggled to his feet, his face still expressionless and silent. He rushed towards Roy, gripping the hammer tightly.

This guy has a good physique!
Roy didn't control the strength of the kick he just made because he was a little angry. An ordinary person would probably faint from the pain, but the man in the suit was able to quickly recover his fighting ability.

This physique and this willpower are definitely not possessed by normal people!

Roy became alert, and facing the man in a suit holding a metal hammer, he dodged the attack with a V-shape, and then punched him in the stomach.

Roy used all his strength in this punch. If an ordinary person was hit by this punch, he might be killed instantly.

But the man in the suit still withstood the punch, but because of the severe pain in his abdomen, he couldn't even hold the hammer and knelt on the ground in pain.

"What the hell are you talking about!"

Roy grabbed the man in the suit by the ear. He originally wanted to pull his hair, but the man had a buzz cut and he had no idea where to start. So he had to settle for grabbing his ear.

The man in the suit still didn't say anything, and Roy became even angrier.

Roy pinched the man in the suit's ear and punched him in the stomach one after another.

"I told you to play dumb! I told you to play dumb!"

The man in the suit was in great pain and finally had to open his mouth for Roy to see.

It turns out this guy has no tongue, no wonder he never speaks and rarely even shouts.

Roy really thought this guy was a tough guy.

"Fuck, it turns out there's no tongue!"

Just when I was speechless, the door of the subway cab at the front of the train suddenly opened, as if the subway driver heard the noise and came out to check.

As a result, the subway driver suddenly took out a pistol and aimed it at Roy.

Roy was indeed a little drunk tonight. According to his normal level, if someone drew his gun, he would definitely draw his gun faster to teach the other person a lesson.

But because the alcohol paralyzed his nerves, Roy's reaction speed was slowed down.

By the time the subway driver pulled out his gun and aimed, it was obviously too late to draw his gun, so Roy had to protect his vital parts and dodge.

boom!
The bullet hit Roy in the chest and he fell down.

After falling down, Roy unexpectedly discovered that there was a person hiding under the seat, someone he had just met not long ago.

Dalia O'Connor, the young single mother!

The woman was probably originally in this carriage, and was frightened by the black car thief who suddenly broke in, so she hid under the seat.

After seeing Roy's face, Dalia was very shocked. Roy quickly made a quiet gesture to tell the other party that he was fine.

On the other side, the black car thief looked a little puzzled after discovering that the subway driver had shot Roy.

"Hey, you hit the wrong guy! The guy in the suit is the bad guy!"

Although the black car thief was chased by Roy all the way and wanted to teach him a lesson, he also knew that Roy could only beat him up, but the man in the suit was going to kill people with a hammer.

The subway driver hit the black car thief in the face with the butt of his gun, knocking him to the ground.

"Fuck! What are you doing you idiot!"

The black car thief was not knocked unconscious and immediately started cursing after falling to the ground.

The subway driver pointed a gun at the black car thief with an expressionless face, and now the black car thief finally understood what was going on.

"Wait, are you in cahoots with that guy in the suit? No, don't kill me!"

boom!
The subway driver showed no mercy and shot the black car thief dead with one shot.

This situation made Dalia, who was hiding under the seat, even more frightened. Her eyes were red and she seemed to be unable to control her emotions.

The subway driver looked coldly at the man in the suit who was struggling to stand up.

"Mahogany, your performance today really disappoints me!"

Mahogany felt very aggrieved. If he could speak, he would definitely scold the subway driver and let him fight Roy himself.

The subway driver is now bullying Mahogany because he can't speak and has no way to refute.

"Pack up quickly, we don't have much time left!"

As he said this, the subway driver put away his gun and prepared to return to the cab.

At this moment, Roy suddenly stood up, holding the Smith & Wesson M629 Ivory Edition revolver in his hand and pulled the trigger.

boom! .
The 44 Magnum bullet instantly blasted a large hole in the subway driver's back, and the driver fell to the ground without even being able to make a sound.

Mahogany realized something was wrong and immediately picked up the fallen hammer to attack Roy. Unfortunately, his movements were too slow and Roy saw through him again. He kicked his knee and broke it, forcing him to kneel on the ground again. "Since you can't speak, then you are worthless!"

As he spoke, Roy pressed the M629 Ivory Edition against Mahogany's head, ready to take this guy's treasure chest of destiny.

Mahogany, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly tore open his suit and the shirt underneath, exposing his chest.

This guy had a lot of disgusting tumors on his chest, but that wasn't what surprised Roy the most. What surprised him the most was that there was a brand on Mahogany's stomach that was similar to the one on his body, but the pattern of the brand was slightly different.

"Beelzebub?"

The knowledge contained in the Key of Solomon told Roy the meaning of this symbol. (See illustration)
Among the seven deadly sins, each devil has his own mark. For example, the mark on Roy is actually the mark of Beryl, and the mark on Mahogany comes from Beelzebub.

Possessing this mark means that you are a follower of a certain demon king, and you can borrow the power related to this demon king.

For example, Belial's ability is actually mainly related to illusion, but Roy rarely uses Belial's ability.

Because the more abilities you borrow, the deeper your bond with the Demon King will be. In the end, you will be completely controlled by the Demon King and become his slave.

This was not the first time Roy had seen the followers of the Lord of Gluttony. Kevin in the Southern Demon incident was also a follower of the Lord of the Flies and could directly transform into a fly demon.

But there are also differences between the dependents, such as Roy and Mahogany.

"You dare to take off your clothes! Don't you know this is disgusting?"

Roy kicked out again and sent Mahogany flying.

If this guy is a follower of Beelzebub, then the subway driver should be too, and that guy's status seems to be even higher than Mahogany.

Even with a .44 Magnum bullet, it is impossible to kill such a creature with one shot. This guy must be pretending to be dead.

"Stand up, I know you're not dead!"

Hearing this, the subway driver who had been pretending to be dead finally stood up. The big hole on his back caused by the .44 Magnum bullet was healing rapidly, and the wriggling granulation looked particularly disgusting.

"Have you been discovered? It seems that you are not an ordinary person. No wonder Mahogany couldn't beat you."

The subway driver looked indifferently at Mahogany who was struggling to crawl towards him on the ground, without any camaraderie in his eyes.

"What on earth is your purpose, you guys?!"

It is obvious that the subway driver and this Mahogany are organized.

This reminded Roy of the urban legend about the midnight subway that Pastor Max told on the "Night Owl" program he saw not long ago. It seemed that he was referring to the current situation.

According to the legend of the midnight subway, Mahogany and the subway driver's behavior should have been going on for a long time, but there is no relevant news in society. There must be a huge organization helping them cover it up.

It is actually not difficult to kill these two people. The trouble lies in the organization hidden behind them.

The subway driver sneered.

"You'll find out soon enough!"

As he said this, the guy suddenly turned around and pulled the handbrake.

"What do you want to do!"

Roy pulled the trigger without hesitation, making several bloody holes in the subway driver's body again, but the other party did not pause at all.

The high-speed subway entered emergency braking mode. The sudden change caused Roy to lose his balance and almost fall to the ground.

Fortunately, there was a handrail nearby for Roy to hold on to, which prevented him from falling down in such an embarrassing manner.

After the subway came to a complete stop, Roy discovered that the subway driver and Mahogany had broken the window and jumped out at some point.

Through the car window, you can see two people on all fours, running away like animals.

Just ran away?

Roy originally thought that the subway driver was going to give him a big shit, but he ended up shitting a big shit.

Scratching his head, Roy pulled Dalia out from under the seat. The body of the black car thief made him a little out of control.

"Oh no! Why is this happening?"

Roy comforted Dalia. If this woman saw the bloodier corpses in the next few carriages, she might faint.

"Ms. O'Connor, take a deep breath. At least you are still alive now. You can go home and see your daughter, right?"

Dalia took a few deep breaths and finally felt a little relieved.

"Thank you, Mr. Black, you saved me again!"

"Ms. O'Connor, are you taking the last bus after the evening shift today as well?"

Dalia nodded silently.

It's only been a week and something happened twice after the night shift. This is really bad luck.

"Ms. O'Connor, with all due respect, you'd better not work this night shift, otherwise you may never see your daughter again."

Dalia was certainly aware of this.

"But I need this job! I'm fighting for custody of my daughter with my ex-husband. If I don't have a job, I won't be able to pay the rent, and I won't be able to get custody of my daughter! I can't even pay next month's rent!"

As she spoke, Dalia covered her face and cried in despair.

Adults often collapse at this moment.

In an international metropolis like Los Angeles, it costs a lot to live alone, not to mention raising a child.

In fact, there are some places in Los Angeles where the rent is relatively low, but those places are usually black communities or Mexican communities. A single mother like Dalia definitely cannot live in such an environment with her daughter.

No wonder at the beginning of "Ghost Water Tales", Dalia rented a house with her daughter.

In America, many jobs require you to have stable housing, which means you need a rental contract.

If you don’t have a stable residence, don’t even think about finding a normal job. Even McDonald’s won’t hire you, so you can only work illegally.

Then you ask what to do if you don’t have money to rent a house?
This is not a question that should be asked in a capitalist society.

Roy hugs Dalia.

"There's always a way, Ms. O'Connor."

After crying for a few minutes, Dalia's mood gradually stabilized. She wiped her tears and pushed Roy away embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Black, my life has been a bit stressful lately."

"It's okay, I don't mind being a beautiful woman's emotional trash can at all."

Hearing this, Dalia burst out laughing.

"Come on, Mr. Black, you're still so young, and I'm a 27-year-old single mother."

Only 27? That's pretty young to get married!

Just as Roy was about to continue speaking, he heard some strange noises coming from the tunnel.

Clockwise they are Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath and Sloth

(End of this chapter)