Chapter 324
Turn around.
Look at the salesgirl who was leaning against the wall, sitting down in a pool of blood, staring at his salesgirl with hollow eyes.
Raising one's foot across the window with broken glass.
The detective not far away with a gun ran to the dead gunner's body.
The reporters near the crime scene at the railway station heard the news, like a shark smelling blood, holding the microphone, shouldering the camera, and swarming.
The noisy live broadcast of the hostess browse tightly knit is mixed with the shouts of the police officers who are keeping order.
The noisy crowd was blocked by the cordon and police officers.
Few people care who the dead person is.
They only cared about the fact that the gunman killed a person in a disturbance, and was shot and killed by a police detective.
Another explosive hot news.
Another topic of small talk after dinner.
The only goodness and rays of light in the crowd are covered and swallowed by the spreading malice and shadows.
Johnny tried to keep Roshan who rushed to the scene immediately, and his heart was so bitter, like the secret he had buried in his heart for more than ten years, there was nowhere to tell.
It is also at this time.
The hell fire that should be afraid of the sun began to stir in his body and soul.
It's like a butcher of judgment that perceives sin.
The smoke of white, and the slight stinging sound only when barbecued, stirred under his skin.
The power of Evil Spirit Knight, which cannot be fully controlled yet, turns into ants and needles, swimming in his body and soul.
The extreme pain made Johnny, like a drowning man, fell on the shore, and the distance was covered with onlookers, but no one was willing to spend his energy on a dispensable passerby Body.
Just like a salesgirl who died accidentally.
Indifferent.
taking pleasure in other people's misfortune.
The unspeakable pain caused Johnny to lie on the ground, crawling hard, trying to shout, but his throat was strangled by some irresistible force.
The suffocation made him more dizzy, and he realized the despair before death.
Until a pair of clean and brand-new, high-value black leather shoes appeared in the field of vision.
"Need help?"
Johnny lifts the head.
From the bottom up, I saw Cole's cold face.
But now he was speechless, he could only let out a low growl that blocked his throat.
Cole squatted down, put him on his shoulders, and walked to a dark alley with no people.
Gradually stay away from the malicious crime scene.
Johnny breathed fresh air, the cold sweat on his face slipped off the tip of his nose, gasping for breath, "Damn..."
After standing still.
He leaned on his knees and bent over, dripping sweat from his face on the ground.
Cole took out a cigarette and handed it over, but Johnny refused.
Maybe the audience and fans of the popular Johnny couldn't imagine that this life-threatening locomotive man does not like spirits, nor cigarettes and cigars.
His favorites are rainbow candy and old-fashioned Disney cartoons full of childishness and black and white pictures.
After the rioting Hell Raging Flames subsided.
Johnny pulls on the collar, exhales one mouthful of impure air, frowned, "When did you come here? The church is a long way from here, but there is a long section of the road."
Cole didn't respond to him, walked out, indifferently said, "Follow me."
On the way.
Not yet close to the skin-changing demon...or where the remnant body of the mimic evil demon is located, Johnny has already noticed the power of the Evil Spirit Knight who has just hibernated, and begins to stir again.
Until they stopped under a tree on the side of the road.
A homeless man curled up as if asleep, wrapped himself in dirty, thick clothes.
See Cole crouching and pulling away the hood on the opponent's face.
"What are you going to do..."
Do not wait for his words to finish.
Seeing the real face under the hobo's hood, Johnny frowned, turned his hands on his hips, and shook his head slightly.
Then looked back under the hood, the mimicry hunter's face covered with slime and fine scales.
"God... is this a what the hell thing?"
Cole indifferently said, "I like to call it a skin demon, something instructs it It killed me, but it was the salesgirl of the bakery who suffered.
After being injured by me, I tried to get into the body of this tramp and suck his soul and life force."
while speaking.
Cole squatted down on one knee, grabbed the hobo's collar, and spit out the cigarette smoke on his face, frowned, "You deserve to warn me too? Little thing."
The laughter of the mimic evil spirit and the tramp, overlapping together, weak, but appearing taking pleasure in other people's misfortune.
"Ha...hahaha, even if you kill me, Cole Walker, it's not only the adult who wants you to die, but the birdman with wings wants you to die!"
Clenched his fists. I wanted to punch this boring little thing with a punch, but I thought it might smash the face of the tramp.
Cole's fist held down again.
Like a mafia who suddenly tempered his temper, browses slightly wrinkle, in a cruel tone, and said to Johnny, "You know? Dealing with these nasty bastards is more than avoiding. I should think of a way, fiercely smashed him in the face."
After speaking.
Use the trait devil that was used last time in The Conjuring I, the torture king.
Take out the dagger, cut open the palm of your hand, and press it firmly on the homeless man’s forehead, with a fierce face, whispering in his ear, "Don’t think I can’t see that you intentionally killed that Salesgirl, if that old goat wants my soul, next time, remember to use something more brilliant.
When I pull you out, I will tear your mouth, beast!"
For the first time so close to Cole's soul.
The breath of the slayer makes it feel like being stared at by an abyss giant.
The blood-reeking qi field, another example, was dragged to the slaughterhouse of the hell monsters.
in this brief moment.
The mimetic evil spirit who was still laughing at Cole was like encountering something terrifying and screaming souls that only Cole and Johnny could hear.
Before being dragged out roughly.
Dragging the remains, desperately breaking free from the stray body, trying to escape back to hell.
However.
At this time, I want to run, but it's too late.
At noon, it had reached the stout and cold muzzle, and it went straight into its mouth.
Looking directly at the slender and gray pupils of the mimetic evil spirit, Cole grinned with a rare grin.
"Suprise-Mother-FxxKer."
Pull the trigger decisively.
The roaring spirit strength came out of the mouth.
The frightened face of the mimicry evil spirit is like a broken watermelon, splashing on the ground.
The system hint sounds.
'You killed the Level 1 hell creature, and the basic settlement bounty is an additional one thousand West pounds. '
This time.
The awakened homeless man suddenly found two strange tall men standing in front of him. With a look of surprise, he hurriedly stepped back, and said vigilantly, "What do you want to do?"
Cole didn't explain to him.
Take out a fifty-denomination dollar bill, walk over and put it in his pocket, then turn around and leave with Johnny, leaving only a bewildered homeless man, touch the blood on his forehead , And then felt a moment of slippery on the surface of the body, but could not see anything.
Johnny looked back anxiously at the corpse of the mimic evil demon that was gradually turning into dust, and asked, "Is it okay to do this?"