The Beginning of the End: All Humans Are Destroyed, I Forcefully Chase the Valkyries

Chapter 250 His heaven, my hell
"Hee hee hee, hee hee hee, Mr. Hercules, when you disappear from this world, I wonder what color you will be."

Jack the Ripper spoke strange words, which were strange sentences that Hercules and all other audiences could not understand.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Hercules, the God of Hercules, has also learned his lesson. Jack the Ripper on the opposite side doesn't know what despicable conspiracy is brewing again. Before finding out what the other party is going to do, Hercules, the God of Hercules, decides it's better to be cautious.

"Mr. Hercules, I'm really, really excited right now! Jack the Ripper couldn't hide the joy in his heart, dancing around in circles."

"What, doesn't this guy know what's going on now? He has been cracked by Master Hercules, but he can still laugh?"
Everyone was puzzled as to what kind of medicine Jack the Ripper was selling in his gourd. Judging from the previous situation, there was probably the most vicious and despicable plot hidden under that mask of madness and moodiness!

Jack the Ripper took out a small knife, which he had used countless times just now, and it was still stained with dark red blood, which was Jack the Ripper's own blood.

This was one of the knives that had seriously injured Jack the Ripper in the chaos just now.

Jack the Ripper grabbed the knife and let it bathe in the bright moonlight. The blade reflected Jack the Ripper's own appearance. He was the guy that so many London policemen dreamed of catching. in front of the eyes.

London Bridge is broken down——

London Bridge is broken down——

London Bridge is broken down——

Jack the Ripper suddenly hummed a strange tune. Although it was just a retelling of this sentence, it was enough to make people feel creepy.

Is London Bridge going to fall?

I don't know why Jack the Ripper suddenly mentioned London Bridge, but the words coming out of his mouth make people feel uncomfortable.

"This... this is a nursery rhyme spread in England, mother goods." Conan Doyle was the first to react: Jack the Ripper suddenly sang that nursery rhyme, is there any mystery in it?

Late 19th century, London, England.

Thanks to the promotion of the Industrial Revolution and the development of overseas colonial undertakings, the capital London, the heart of the empire on which the sun never sets, can be said to be one of the most prosperous areas in the world, dense high-rise buildings are lined up on both sides of the road, factories and workshops Full power is being used to produce the most sophisticated industrial products in the world.

The sun never sets on the empire, and no one will question the UK at this time.

On the busiest street in London, the car is in the water, the horse is like a dragon, everyone is dressed in suits and leather shoes, and everyone holds their heads high. This is the center of wealth accumulation in the world, and they are the superior citizens of the British Empire in this world.

"Oh, my dear dad, what shall we have for lunch today?"

The well-dressed little boy looked like an exquisite doll, and everyone in the neighborhood liked it, holding the hands of his parents, bouncing around.

"Honey, you can eat whatever you want, and your mother and I will satisfy you."

The little boy's father walked steadily, well-dressed, and dressed in a typical middle-class dress. The lady on the other side was his wife, dressed as a rich lady, with a high expression on his face, for fear of not attracting the attention of passers-by.

"Oh, it's great, I want to eat a big and juicy steak until I'm full"!
"Okay, okay, it's all up to you."

Such a family of three can be found everywhere on this street, and the so-called successful people's happy life seemed nothing more than that to the old Londoners at that time.

Leaving the bustling main road, in a dark alley that is rarely visited by people, a teenager named Jack is digging through a trash can full of discarded leftovers, praying to find a few pieces of edible leftover bread. In the back alley of a well-known restaurant in London, even discarded meals are delicacy for the young Jack who can go hungry for eight meals in three days. He must speed up to find food, not just to be one step faster than other scavengers , but also to avoid the arrogant and vicious head chef.

"Hey! Why are you here digging through the trash can again? A man with a mustache and a chef's outfit came from the back door of the restaurant while cursing: How many times have I told you, you poor little bastard? You just won’t change your nature, right?”
He said he didn't want to see anyone, so he came. That person was the head chef of this restaurant. Taking advantage of the time when there were no people in the restaurant, he came to the back alley to take a few puffs of cigarettes. Who knew that he happened to meet the young Jack on a narrow road.

Seeing that young Jack was digging through the trash can again, and seemed to have gained something, the chef became very angry: "Is it possible for a little bastard like you to dig through the trash can at my house if you want? Even if it is thrown away by the restaurant You have to pay me for the leftovers, asshole!!!”

The head chef kicked the skinny Jack hard, and Jack rolled away all at once.

Looking at Jack rolling around in the dirty alley, the head chef was relieved a little. Those well-dressed customers who looked like dogs were just making some tricky requests, and if they didn't do anything well, they would be punished by the head chef. Criticism, now it's my turn to be the strong one, let alone how cool the head chef is.

Young Jack struggled to get up from the ground. He had been beaten to this level countless times. When the chef saw that Jack was not kicked to death but instead got up, he was immediately overjoyed. After all, dead people are not dead. It's a small thing, if it's okay, then just add a few more touches!

Just when the head chef was about to rape Jack again, the young Jack rushed up first, grabbing the head chef's legs and throwing him...

However, he didn't do this. The skinny boy Jack didn't have the strength to knock the nearly [-]-pound chef to the ground.

? !
Seeing that young Jack jumped on him, the head chef was also confused by this operation, but the dirty young Jack quickly made his mysophobia react.

"Go away! You dirty thing, don't soil my pants!"

"I swear there will never be another time. My dear sir, please be merciful this time"!
The young Jack clasped his hands together, begging the vicious head chef to let him go this time.

Naturally, the head chef would not believe his words, every time he said that, every time he broke his promise.

Reputation is considered a luxury item in the upper-class society that prides itself on being a gentleman, let alone how could this young man, who looked like a gutter rat, have such a thing.

The young Jack raised his head, and what he saw was a completely different head chef.

The whole body of the chef is shining with different colors, and through those colors, the young Jack can interpret different meanings from them.

(End of this chapter)