Qin Shi Big Boss

Chapter 222
That's right, that's exactly the case - at a certain moment before, the nature of the surrounding air was changed in an instant.The surrounding area of ​​Samantha University is filled with natural fragrant air, and it seems to be transformed into warm internal organs or the abdominal cavity of a mother's body in an instant, appearing humid, stuffy, and sticky.It's like the taste in a closed factory where production was suspended due to moisture before it rained.

However, that unique feeling only lasted for a moment.

It was as if I had strayed into an unknown barrier, or some rapidly expanding barrier passed by me...

"……what happened?"

Jack frowned and whispered, realizing that things were not pure.

Driven by intuition, Jack immediately turned the steering wheel and parked the car on the side of the road regardless of the possibility of a ticket.

Before he could turn off the ignition, the screams of passers-by came from not far behind him—it wasn't the screams of one or two people, but the horrified and hysterical screams like a bomb being thrown all over him. Ask for a voice.

Shocked, Jack grabbed his handbag, hastily locked the car door, and squeezed past the screaming and fleeing crowd.

He hugged his handbag tightly, tucked it under his arm, and vigorously pushed the crowd away from both sides of his body.

Then, he was knocked to the ground by a muscular man full of muscular body but with the expression of seeing a ghost.An evil fire surged into his heart, Jack suddenly took out a pistol from his handbag, loaded it with a click, released the safety, and fired three shots into the sky.

In an instant, the crowd who almost stepped on him dispersed with screams.Rolling and crawling up from the ground, Jack held the pistol and ran towards the scene of the incident among the much sparser crowd.

But when he came to the center of the crowd, his steps froze for a moment.

It was like being frozen for a moment, unable to take another step.

"What is that?"

Jack muttered, looking at the extremely primitive scene in disbelief, the hands holding the pistol tightly moved down one by one tiredly.

In the center of the crowd a slender, hunchbacked monster of soil, with its legs planted in place like tree roots, was feeding.The sharp claws of its hands are as long and sharp as iron rods, and the muscles on its body are as heavy and powerful as overlapping tree roots.

That's a crooked predator pose.Even just looking at it filled Jack with an inexplicably familiar sense of horror.

In the past ten years, Jack has not seen brutal battles.But against the backdrop of that horror, the current scene looked particularly brutal.In front of the eating monster were three human beings who had been cut into pieces.

Jack has a vague impression of all three of them-because two of them are magicians who were arrested by him and later released on bail.

Wait, isn't it...

Just when Jack was vaguely expecting the origin of the monster in his mind, a roaring fireball came from the sky.

Looking up, Jack found that it was a familiar face again.

A guy with a scar on his face and a dreadlock that looks like a part-time mafia DJ is holding a fiery fireball in his hand, standing on a tall building with a distorted face and throwing it at the monster that is eating below.When his eyes collided with Jack who was looking up, he threw a fireball at Jack as if his hand had slipped.

Jack let out a scream of "Wow", and scrambled to avoid the blow.Looking up, he happened to find a dark soil monster with mantis-like arms and three scorpion tails quietly behind DJ.

"—Watch out!"

Raising his voice, Jack greeted loudly.But it's a pity that the surrounding environment is too noisy, and the DJ upstairs can't hear clearly at all.

With a dazed look on his face, he frowned and lowered his head and shouted, "What did you say?"

Before the words finished, DJ, who was distracted by Jack's question, was pierced through his chest by the tail of the monster behind him, and the body standing on the side of the building was lifted up, and then the remaining two scorpion tails pierced his chest and passed away. He passed, and his head was simply cut off by a sickle in the air.

Beside the bewildered Jack, all kinds of dark monsters that seemed to grow out of the ground used their precise movements and gazes to screen out certain special crowds hiding in the center of the crowd, underground, or on top of tall buildings. , killing them in the street without any scruples.

However, even Jack, who holds a blessed pistol in both hands, which is enough to become a real threat to them, is completely ignored by them.

"...Is this the way he said to eliminate the magicians?"

A rage gradually surged from the bottom of Jack's heart: "Don't be kidding! This will bring nothing but chaos-the horror and disgust of the people will destroy Smith!"

"Are you sure, Jack?"

But at this moment, a voice that absolutely should not be discovered sounded beside Jack: "Are you sure... this will ruin Smith instead of bringing him sweetness?"

He turned around, only to find that among the chaotic crowd, Ying Zheng, who leaned slightly and sat on a high throne, leaned on his chin with the back of his hand, looking down at Jack.

That was Ying Zheng...but for some reason, his painting style was completely different from those around him.The rest of the citizens who fled screaming and terrified didn't seem to see Ying Zheng at all.

But even though he had a strong sense of resistance to Ying Zheng, who has snake-like pupils, Jack still replied bravely and stubbornly: "I'm sure! If you are so nonsense, when these citizens calm down, they will push us out together." !"

"It's a very convenient strategy... I found it all here, but you still haven't figured it out? You guys are really stupid."

Ying Zheng, who was found behind him, shook his head, showing a soft and charming smile.His smile is filled with the fresh and inclusive power unique to the elders.

"All right, Jack. How about we make a bet?"

Ying Zheng stretched out three fingers slightly, and said softly, "Three minutes."

"In three minutes, I want them all to thank Smith from the bottom of their hearts."

"...Ying Zheng, what did you do?"

I felt the ground tremble slightly, as if something heavy had fallen.

Annie asked Ying Zheng a question cautiously.

She felt that the energy of the dragon veins had been pulled away a little just now.Something was discovered from the dragon's veins.

"That is the son of the earth, the creation of Nuwa."

Ying Zheng replied softly: "Before the discovery of the myth of Pangu's creation, there was a Nuwa who used blood to make soil, bones to make mountains, hair to make vegetation, blood to make rivers, and intestines to make ten great gods All things, the legend that at least seventy things are created a day. Although these creations I created are occasionally restricted, but this is even better, even if I mess around, it won't have much impact..."

"...so. so—no, no! I mean, why make these things?"

Annie shook her head grumpily.Probably feeling troubled, she simply took off her helmet, frowned and looked directly at Ying Zheng: "Aren't you going to investigate the cultists?"

"Ah, this one. It's a business gift, no money."

Showing a bright smile, Ying Zheng replied without any concealment: "I will return my fear to your family. That is the foundation for the maintenance of royal power."

"They're already afraid of me. You're just adding to the snake."

"That's why I said you got it wrong. They do have fear...but it's about you. Not your enemies. That's where you got it wrong, Anne. Heroes exist The premise is that there is a 'villain', so he is a hero, not a bully and a robber."

Ying Zheng smiled lightly, raised his head from his chair, and narrated in a flat voice: "Everyone is bound to die. Just because everyone knew about this matter clearly, when he was threatened by death, he would definitely Do everything you can to protect yourself. The reason why some of them resist you is that you clearly think that you may bring them trouble, confusion, restlessness, and even sudden death."

Annie silently listened to Ying Zheng's words, and Professor Benster, who was beside him, understood what Ying Zheng meant.

"So, do you want those citizens who can't see clearly to understand that Annie is a 'hero', not a 'villain'?"

Professor Benster showed a troubled expression: "However, it is a fact that Anne's power itself will bring troubles to the citizens' lives. If it weren't for this, those guys who resisted Anne would not be so righteous... ..."

"That's because Anne's efficiency is always too fast, Professor."

Ying Zheng interrupted the old black man.

Hearing this sentence, Annie herself seemed to feel a hint of ridicule.

...too fast?But she deliberately delayed showing up until the climax of the incident.For this reason, Annie was often muttered by Jack, saying that she came too slowly and was too late.

"No, wait..."

Annie's heart moved, and she understood what Ying Zheng was talking about.

"That's right, it's too fast. If you don't let them see clearly, what kind of monsters are you protecting them from? How can these guys thank you? They will only think that you are making a big fuss—only They don't realize the value of being a 'hero' until the monster is really close, literally taking someone's life right in front of them."

Ying Zheng spoke slowly, and the dark golden snake pupils shone with a cold light: "I said Annie, don't you think sorcerers are very suitable for making sacrifices?"

After Ying Zheng glanced at him lightly, Professor Benster couldn't help but feel his heart go cold.

...he finally understood.Although Ying Zheng looks wise and wise, friendly and keeps his promise...but there is only one thing that prevents him from being called a pure and lucky man.

That's the worst, a certain lack of moral sense.

"It's just a matter of distinguishing 'whether' they are magicians... This level is easy to come by. No matter where they hide, no one can escape my eyes."

Ying Zheng restrained his faint smile and said softly.

Professor Benster was like a flipping photo album, and a lot of figures flashed past quickly.

He could only vaguely tell that some of the figures were the sorcerers he had inquired about, or seen, or who had been arrested and released.Inferring from this, I'm afraid the rest of them are the same, they are all the best magicians disguised in Los Angeles.

"Since Your Excellency King Xian has already found them, we just need to arrest them..."

"Are you kidding yourself?"

Different from the previous meekness and conservatism, Ying Zheng of Snake Eyes sarcastically mercilessly said: "Don't be kidding. In this land of the United States, magicians are huddled together and intertwined. Even your superiors' superiors dare not give orders." Execute so many sorcerers. See it clearly and teach it. It may be a meritorious service in your eyes, but it is a big trick in the eyes of the officials. One can be easily obtained as long as others want to count them Get rid of their handle."

"Yes. You're right."

Annie nodded a little decadently.

What Ying Zheng said was exactly what Annie was worried about.

Even if all these sorcerers were arrested with the help of Ying Zheng, I'm afraid they would not be cleaned up at all.Annie didn't want to, nor could she kill people at will.These people are obviously the same people from all walks of life, and many of them are elites.

If there is no accident, in the end these magicians will only have a few scapegoats who will be killed, and the rest will be put back.The sorcerer has already taken root in the soil of the United States. Assuming that after tonight, all the people who have a close relationship with the sorcerer die suddenly overnight, I am afraid that the whole country will be in great chaos, and it is not impossible to collapse overnight.

"So, a bunch of monsters who don't know where they came from killed them, and you as the savior killed them beautifully-how about this script?"

Annie said with some concern: "But, is it bad for your reputation?"

"Ha, don't worry. I'm sure I won't leave evidence. At most, I will leave clues that make them question my level. Even if it's to prevent me from cleaning up again... Well, they don't dare to destroy a wave Put pressure on you. Annie, you should come forward from Los Angeles first and control the whole of California before talking."

Ying Zheng spread his hands with a green turban on his face: "If you find out, just tell them and let them cross the ocean to fuck me. I'll wait for them in Italy, it doesn't matter if they come here casually."

"Thank you so much, King Yingzheng."

Annie, who was taken aback by what Ying Zheng said, nodded gratefully: "Spicy, when shall we go out to fight?"

As soon as her words fell to the ground, Ying Zheng's place became much colder.The wooden floor around his feet bears the mark of petrification.

"...Well, forget it this time. Once there is a battle between us, I will not give up halfway or pretend to be defeated."

The corner of Ying Zheng's mouth twitched, and he coughed softly: "You don't even have to go out from here, Annie. It's enough if 'Pluto' kills 'Monster', doesn't it?"

"So, you're saying..."

"Illusion, the illusion I am proud of—a group illusion covering the entire Los Angeles."

This time, Ying Zheng showed a proud and open-minded smile: "Do you still remember that I said that my creation is occasionally restricted? As long as the picture is cut well, it will be a beautiful one-punch Pluto drama... how about it?" , are you interested in watching the broadcast?"

Ying Zheng looked directly at Annie with a smile, showing an honest and righteous gaze.

"……3 minutes?"

Jack frowned and looked at Ying Zheng with uncertainty: "3 minutes... what can you do?"

Faced with Jack's questioning, Ying Zheng couldn't help laughing.

He nodded in a warm manner, as if acknowledging Jack's words, and said in a low voice quite honestly: "Yes, you are right. It seems that nothing can be done in only 3 minutes, assuming the water is not hot enough. Not even instant noodles... well, by the way, it's been a minute now."

Ying Zheng showed a soft and friendly smile, and slightly propped up his body from the throne.

He leaned his upper body forward slightly, looked down at Jack, and whispered in a very low voice: "But, the great man of light rescued the world..."

Ying Zheng's dark pupils were full of different bewitching powers.Jack unconsciously cast his gaze deeply into it.

It can be just for a moment, or it can seem like a long time.When Jack realized it, Ying Zheng sitting on the throne had changed into the appearance of "John Pluto Smith" at some point.

But what scares Jack the most is the cold and intellectual voice of Annie from under the helmet of "Smith" who is wearing a black cloak and a black motorcycle helmet: "...In the same way, It only takes 3 minutes, right?"

... what the hell? !What the hell is Ying Zheng's illusion?

Jack was so frightened that he knelt on the ground with a limp leg, and his heart almost stopped beating.

Annie's voice came from under Smith's helmet... This is indeed a nightmare.

If I describe it, it's like having a very exciting dream, looking up and finding that the other person's face is a gay friend who has been together for eight or nine years.

If this was a dream, Jack would have been awakened in about an instant.By the way, you can also achieve the BE ending of "I'm sorry, I only treat you as a brother" and recover CG.

But before Jack could recover, the surrounding light dimmed in an instant.

Not to the extent that the clouds are covered—it's all light, including the sun and roadside car lights, that's all taken away.Even taking off the flashlight is completely useless.

"This is--"

Jack's eyes widened in disbelief.

Of course he knew what it was.

That is his most trusted friend. Once John Pluto Smith starts to fight, he will occasionally find this kind of situation—exchanging various "sacrifices" for incomprehensible terrifying power, turning into all kinds of Horrible pose.Countless citizens of Los Angeles willingly endured this sacrifice to support the black heroes in their fight.It's like a tax on the protector of the king.

For example, when John becomes a "big magician", he needs a huge building made by humans as a sacrifice; and with all the light around him as a sacrifice, what John can become should be...

Jack only felt a flash of light in front of him, and in the complete darkness, the existence of "" was revealed.

Those are the eyes that pierced the night, shining like jewels—the black cheetah roared and tore apart the eternal night and shook the earth.

"...how about?"

Jack looked blank: "That's not an illusion? No, it won't..."

Isn't that absurd scene that was like a dream before an illusion?But, no...whether it's Ying Zheng who was ignored by all passers-by, Smith who found out, or Annie's voice under Smith's helmet, all the details are telling Jack that this is undoubtedly Ying Zheng's A phantom in your own mind.

"unless……"

The cheetah, which was as dark as night but could flash under the lightless sky, was running like a gust of wind, like a long blade of light cutting through the eternal night.

Jack turned his head suddenly with a look of astonishment, and reached out to fish for the "throne" beside him, but found nothing.

However, those citizens who were screaming in terror quickly stopped screaming and crying.The lightless night that used to be full of crying and howling gradually became quieter.

Even though he couldn't see their expressions at all, Jack still knew what they were doing.

The "Cheetah" that took away the light—once, because of this transformation, the whole of Hollywood was immersed in darkness.

The "sacrifice" that would be harmful to people's lives seems so reliable to the citizens of Los Angeles now.Wherever the cheetah passed, the sound of trees falling down could be heard one after another, and there was no longer a sound of flesh being cut or the terrifying sound of being chewed.

Their Guardians are back!

Their heroes are back!

"It's Pluto!"

A female voice came from the darkness, and the joy and joy in it was beyond words: "Pluto is not dead! He is back!"

"Pluto is back!"

"He is a hero!"

"Thank goodness our hero is alright!"

The excited soliloquy became one, and some people even cried.The quiet and silent streets are gradually filled with lively people again. People who were previously silent are studying and thanking loudly.

Then, the current dimmed and brightened slightly, and the encirclement of the dark curtain was over.The warm midday sun shines again.

None of the monsters made by civil engineering remained, and all of them disappeared.Only a very small number of remains of the dark soil can show the imprints of these monsters.

Under the sun, the people who survived the catastrophe looked at each other, and smiles gradually appeared on their rigid faces.

(End of this chapter)