Chapter 123 Question Mark on the Forehead
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Rudy Jones pressed his hand against the brick wall. After leaving the military base, he walked several kilometers in the wilderness before he found the gas station on the asphalt road.
Under the cover of his sleeves, his skin was purple.
With his other hand, he was holding a half-dead person... more like a mummy than a person.
"This gas station attendant knows Portuguese because he spent his childhood in Rio de Janeiro."
The fat man who used to love donuts thought silently.
"I can speak Portuguese now."
"I don't know if it can become a trait that can be preserved forever, or it will fade like a photo that stays in the sun for too long..."
"Hey, what is Portuguese?"
The parasitic demon felt even hungrier, and the chemical energy he had just absorbed was lost in his body.
He felt like a balloon with a hole in it, sucking and leaking at the same time, like Sisyphus pushing a boulder, and could never reach the reality of being full.
"The owner of the convertible was wearing expensive shoes. He was filling up his car at the gas station. His mind was slowed by his addiction. There was nothing special about him."
He patted his head, then went back to the gas station and stuffed the two people who had been sucked like mummies into a cabinet next to him.
He heard a faint howl from the drug dealer who came to refuel. Fortunately, he didn't kill him.
He is not a murderer!
Then Rudy Jones subconsciously reached out and completely took away his last bit of life before he could react.
Okay, now he is a murderer.
Damn.
He left the gas station with the help of the wall.
"Energy...new energy. My first choice."
"Emptiness, desire, acquisition, all reincarnations. Over and over again."
Rudy thought: "I think this is a good thing and a bad thing."
He leaned against the wall and gasped.
The sun shone on his face through the gaps between the buildings. Rudy looked down at the glass next to him, which reflected a blurry, bony figure.
His face seemed to be dissolved and blurred, disappearing into the dust, and no one could remember it.
"I... feel very strange. I am different. I have absorbed others, and I am no longer a human being."
"What about my job?"
"What about my attendance, last-place elimination, overtime, and the $100 bonus for the best employee?"
"And my sister..."
Rudy Jones was very anxious when he thought about it, and once he started to feel anxious... he wanted to eat.
"I have to find something to eat. There... there is something there, it smells really good!"
He sensed... in a roughly vague direction, there was a condensed and huge energy stored in the bodies of several people.
I want to eat it!
This fragrance spread so far!
"No! No! Can't eat anymore, do you know what you are doing? You are murdering!"
The parasitic demon repeatedly hypnotized and warned himself.
"You still have car loans, mortgages, medical insurance to pay, and rent - you can't become a murderer!"
But soon, hunger devoured his last bit of rationality.
The hungry parasite left the empty gas station and continued to run wildly on the dusty road. Because of hunger, he tore off all his clothes in an attempt to absorb more solar energy.
In the past, he had thought that if he could survive by photosynthesis, he wouldn't have to eat so much every day to turn himself into an ugly fat man.
But when he really got the superpower of getting energy by photosynthesis, he found out...
Things that don't starve you to death will only make you hungrier.
"Food--"
He jumped up like a clever ape, and his thin and long body like a bamboo pole made a big hole in the ground with one foot. Under the reaction force, he popped out like a cannonball, and flew hundreds of meters away with a few leaps.
The times have completely changed. In the past, the upper limit of personal force that humans could see was super martial arts masters like Batman, Shiva, and Bane who could fight against the army on their own.
And now... welcome to the era of superpower wars, world!
Finally, Rudy Jones saw people. This is a small town, and it seems that a celebration is being held. The adults are playing music, exchanging goods, and drinking.
Children are chasing and playing under the anxious call of their mothers, a scene of joy and peace.
His conscience is about to burst.
"No... I can't, they are all living people!"
The parasitic demon staggered forward. He knew that once he entered the town, he would uncontrollably begin to absorb the chemical energy of these living people.
At that time, there might be piles of corpses and rivers of blood - don't do that kind of thing!
But Rudy Jones couldn't resist his biological instinct in the end.
His eyes flashed red, and in his open mouth, fangs stood up, and saliva was secreted unconsciously.
He held out his hand to the child.
He already knew what was going to happen.
Soon, the child, who was now rosy-faced, healthy and happy, would begin to wail, and then stop abruptly after a few seconds.
He would abandon the child's mummified body and continue to look for the next victim.
Rudy Jones wanted to stop himself from committing such murders, but he couldn't control himself at all, and couldn't even close his eyes.
"I'm already a monster."
He thought sadly: "I have been sweeping the floor for more than 10 years since I graduated from school, and my heart is as broken as the dust on the ground."
"I am cruel, cold-blooded, depressed, and a complete monster. Woo, I kill people without blinking an eye-"
His hand touched the child and sucked hard.
--Then he sucked a hand full of mud.
?
Huh?
The parasitic demon blinked, thinking he had made a mistake. He bit the child's shoulder again, and then vomited directly.
"Puh, phuh, phuh, what the hell?"
The next second, he saw the child turned his neck 180 degrees, and his face melted into mud like wax: "Uncle! Uncle! What kind of monster are you?"
The parasitic demon was a little confused by his question.
He looked up and saw that the long street, which was extremely noisy just now, was completely silent.
Countless men, women, old and young turned their heads to him, with strange lights flashing in their eyes.
They said in unison, the voices were scattered, layered, and echoed repeatedly, making people shudder:
"Uncle, uncle, what kind of monster are you?"
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"Fire! Fire!"
"Fire your mother! Suck it back, don't shoot!"
Chen Tao only swung his body, and the next second the soldier found that the gun in his hand was split in half.
Clark's super vision saw those nanorobots biting the steel smoothly at the molecular level.
A metal storm poured down.
Firearms, the most dangerous and outstanding killing tool developed by humans in the past 200 years, only need one to completely make an adult human lose the ability to fight.
Its appearance completely revolutionized the nature of war, refreshed the upper limit of power, reversed the human definition of strength, and changed-
Forget it, I won't brag about it.
Because this thing basically cannot break the defense of either the Man of Steel or Chen Tao.
The large-caliber rifle bullets designed specifically for anti-bulletproof vests, because of their mass far exceeding that of normal bullets, can even make a hole in steel plates, but for the two people in the field, they are just like BB bullets or water guns.
Chen Tao also talked a little about the laws of physics. Due to the characteristics of the Broken Bat itself, the head and chest cannot be nanorobotized, so he must also lay a circle of black sand on the vital parts to resist bullets, and Superman simply used bullets as tickles.
A soldier clearly saw a bullet sparking on Superman's eyelids through a telescope.
"Why? Why! This is unreasonable!"
He murmured in a low voice.
Perhaps people who have never been in contact with firearms often find it difficult to understand this kind of disillusionment. Even if they are more mentally prepared, they cannot compare to the shock of watching others chatting in the hail of bullets.
"Um... Batman, do you need my help?"
With a loud bang, a shell exploded directly on Superman's body. He patted the gravel and dust on his head, spit twice, and said to Chen Tao: "I'll move faster."
"I know you're fast."
Chen Tao rushed to a tank under the dense bullets attacking him. The nanorobots were across his body like a black silk ribbon, helping him to resist all the damage.
"But obviously, this is what I should do."
He opened his dinosaur-like mouth, which was covered with tiny nanorobots. With just one bite, the thick steel plate that could resist the impact of anti-tank rocket launchers was bitten off by him like a cream cake, revealing the American soldiers in the cab.
"Roar!" The green dragon opened its mouth and roared at the soldiers: "My Superman is a kind-hearted child! He doesn't want to do anything bad, he just comes to help!" Chen Tao waited for the last two soldiers to crawl out of the tank that was bitten in half, and then kicked the tank in the heart like an angry baby, kicking it away. "Thunder Explosion!" The poor tank was kicked into the sky like a broken sack, and fell to the center of the battle formation with a thud amid the screams of countless soldiers in fear. "My Harry Potter!" A soldier saw a broken armored metal plate stuck straight between his legs, and he felt a shrinkage, and immediately began to drip. "This is too magical!"
Fortunately, there was a circular depression on the steel plate that looked like it was gnawed by a dog. When he fell from the sky, he fell backwards and happened to fall into the depression, so he was not cut in half alive.
He was grateful for his good luck and didn't notice that the abnormal depression that saved his life was completely gnawed by many tiny nanorobots that were invisible to the naked eye.
Clark originally wanted to go up to block it to prevent the tank from falling from the sky from really killing people. However, after seeing the nanorobots that Chen Tao had deployed in advance, he stopped.
Chen Tao was still cursing:
"You are a bunch of conscienceless people, how dare you bully a good child like this!"
"Just now he was beaten by Zod for you, his nose and face were swollen, his whole body was in pain, weak, innocent and pitiful!"
Clark next to him had a strange expression. He touched his intact face, then glanced at General Zod, who looked like he was fucked by kryptonite, and his adjutant Ek, whose face was as green as a frog.
For the first time in his life, Clark Kent began to seriously think about a question.
Is it possible that the world is different from what Batman sees?
So Clark carefully considered his words, trying not to irritate Bat's sensitive nerves.
"Uh, Bat... I didn't actually..."
Chen Tao roared loudly:
"How dare you bully him like this?!"
Tears came out.
This time, the more he talked, the more he felt that he was right, and the more he talked, the more he felt that he was righteous. He used too much force, repeatedly hypnotized himself and suggested, and moved himself deeply.
I directly put on the Storm Crying buff on myself!
After repeatedly practicing to put blood rage or stench buffs on others, Chen Tao finally learned how to buff himself.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The effect is outstanding!
Tanks were thrown into the sky like toys. Batman cursed and beat others. The scene was very chaotic. Clark felt like a little princess or a protected cashmere Barbie doll, just staring at Batman fighting in all directions. Hiss... This is a bit too exaggerated. Clark thought. "Superman has suffered so much!!!" Clark: ! ! ! Batman, what are you talking about? What about suffering? There is no suffering at all! ! ! Oh, there is no suffering, but there is stink. Ugh! When Clark thought of this, he immediately retched like morning sickness, but he didn't vomit anything. He really vomited all the acid water. "Request support! Request support! We are defeated, we need air strikes... We need metal men!" The soldier shouted into the walkie-talkie: "Sir, sir! Where is the metal man? We need the support of the metal man!" No response. The soldier was anxious: "Answer me, sir, we are really about to collapse. These two guys are simply not something humans can deal with!"
He shouted loudly: "Where is the support?"
"Sorry, soldier." Then he heard the voice on the other side of the intercom: "Our people were accidentally delayed. You hold on for a while..."
With a snap, the soldier threw the radio aside. Chen Tao squatted in front of him, and a stream of hot air came out of his nose and sprayed on the soldier's body.
The soldier raised his hands very sincerely.
Behind him, the soldiers were lying on the ground in all directions, and there was a wailing at the scene, but no one died.
Chen Tao lifted the transformation.
He passed the soldier and picked up the phone.
Clark heard the officer on the other side of the radio say: "We encountered a little trouble, some small difficulties. The metal man is dealing with it-"
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My name is John Coburn, a metal man.
Under the Stars and Stripes, I swear to fight for the American spirit.
Wow... Why do I always fall asleep in the middle of writing in the middle of the night these past two days? It feels like my body is sending out an alarm (д). Sorry, sorry, I have delayed yesterday's update until now.