The Red Dead Lolita

"Of course I can. If you don't believe me, I swallowed this glistening piece of frozen chicken, this round smoked sausage, and this slice of honey-glazed char siew that was as big as my face..." Ashley said like It's like eating and broadcasting, talking while eating.

The braided girl's face turned green with anger.

After Ashley was full, he said, it's time for a walk, and left the warehouse.

Walking along the alley to the intersection, under the dim street lights, a small figure in a black robe has been waiting for a long time.

"You've been following me since the station, who are you?" Ashley asked coldly.

"Tchtch..." A familiar laugh came from behind the mask.

"Eh? How did you mix in that group of people? What are you doing?" Ashley asked in surprise.

"I only know that this is a feast of flesh and blood, a gathering of the secret alliance, and I bought the qualification to participate from a food critic."

Chloe stretched out her small hand from the black robe, gathered her slender fingers, and held a slender and shiny goat horn. The root was covered with silver to make non-slip patterns, and the top was engraved with the cracked pomegranate family crest of the Buslot family.In the cracked fruit, there are densely packed pomegranate seeds that look like eyeballs.

"This is a token. I checked the information. It is a kind of tableware specially used for eating meat," Chloe gestured with her small hand and explained: "Look, it can be pierced into the texture of mature meat, and the smell can be used to judge the degree of fermentation." , it can be used to split overcooked meat, it can also be used as a fork, and it can even be used to take out the bone marrow..."

Ashley snatched the silver ram horn, "You are not going to the party, I will go for you."

"Hey, I want to write news..."

"It's dangerous here, leave now."

Hearing the seriousness of the situation from the blue-haired Lolita's tone, Chloe rolled her eyes and said, "Then...you will ask me to write an exclusive report after this matter is over."

"Understood, leave quickly, the sooner the better."

Chapter 73: Three Choices

After Ashley left, the remaining six remained silent, and the atmosphere was dull.

At this time, the captain should stand up and say a few words, but Roy is a transcendentalist, and he doesn't want to take the lead in denouncing the capable people in the team.

It was getting late, but it was not time to go to bed. They rested on straw mats, or read small books with them, or thought about their thoughts, and some people went out to smoke from time to time.

Time passed bit by bit, hunger biting the stomach like a snake, everyone's eyes swept over the seven or eight lunch boxes left by Ashley intentionally or unintentionally.

"I've had enough!"

The black, long, straight girl in the team suddenly yelled in an annoyed tone, got up and walked towards Ashley's luggage, with a sullen little face, and said as she walked:

"This is a common material. I want to get a box. If newcomers have any opinions, please come to me."

Roy's eyes moved, and he couldn't help expressing his appreciation. Miss Clare's point of entry and timing were good. She subtly changed concepts, took advantage of her senior status to take the initiative, and was quite wise in office politics.

Snapped!

Amber took a step across, her little leather shoes were crisp and loud.

"This is Ashley's personal belongings, no one is allowed to touch it without permission!" She raised her head and said.

"She is a member of the team, and everything, including her, belongs to the team." The black long straight girl said coldly.

"You are wrong. Things at your own expense are personal, and there is no reason to deprive them of them. Moreover, the situation is not critical enough to require 'emergency avoidance'." Amber pointedly.

Although she was small, she was like an impregnable wall, blocking Claire's way.

"you!"

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Claire gritted her fine white teeth, momentarily speechless.

In terms of realism, she is obviously no match for Amber.

Amber has only one thought in mind - no matter how bad Ashley's attitude is, it's wrong for you to bully her!

Although the atmosphere in the team had dropped to freezing point, the middle-aged power factions such as the captain and deputy captain and Theodore Bart, who was in charge of the vehicle operation, did not speak out, and they had not yet reached the point of fire.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the warehouse.

When I opened the door, I saw the housekeeper and servants of the Boothlot family came, carrying three wooden boxes.

"There are no restaurants or hotels in the town, and adults have to avoid suspicion and refuse to accept entertainment. Please accept these emergency foods. They are all worthless dried meat, bread and bad wine. They will not cause gossip." The housekeeper said respectfully .

Roy pondered for a long time, and decided to keep it first.

After the Boothlot family left, they opened the wooden box and found three wooden boxes containing different food.

The grass cake wrapped in wax paper was placed in the first wooden box. It was different from the ox flat grass cake eaten by this family. It had a strong bean flavor and no sour smell. When I broke it open, I found that it was made of soybean bran and spinach.

The second wooden box contains soft and delicious white bread and sweet wine. Strangely, there is no butter, cream or jam, which is a little bland.

The third wooden box was extremely heavy, full of full-bodied three-year-old ham and matured beef and mutton, stuffed to the brim.

"What the hell is the Boothlot family doing? Do we need to make a choice?" Roy vaguely felt something.

"We can eat all of them." Elsa shrugged, pretending to be relaxed.

"Don't be like a child, this is already a definite temptation-we are resistant to grass, wary of meat, and suspicious of bread and wine. They are based on our attitude. Attitude offers choice," Roy scolded.

"Then...then what should I do?" After being reprimanded, Elsa lowered her head in frustration.

"No matter what they are testing, we must maintain our fighting power. We cannot fight without an empty stomach. Come on, it's time to make a choice. None of the three boxes have extraordinary fluctuations, and let the 'White Beetle' try it out." It's poisonous." Roy said in a deep voice.

The team members fell into a decision, some paced back and forth, some thought with their chins on their hands, and some held their arms in their arms.

If Ashley was there, they would definitely see more things, but the team didn't respect her opinion and didn't wait for her to come back.

In the end, the captain Roy chose straw cakes, Claire, the black and straight girl, chose bread and wine, the driver Theodore and the braided girl Elsa chose meat, and Amber and Linden chose not to eat for the time being.

"How does it feel?"

Roy swallowed the last straw cake and asked.

"It tastes good, maybe we are worrying too much."

Theodore forked a piece of steak oil with fat and put it into his mouth, chewing repeatedly, enjoying the satisfaction brought by the cholesterol.

The long, straight black girl was kneeling, her calves and thighs extruded beautiful sidelines, her waist was straight, she cut the bread into small pieces with a knife in a pretentious gesture, then forked it into her red lips, took a sip and poured it into a wooden cup. wine with fizz.

"It may be that we were too nervous, which led to the shadow of a snake."

She picked up the handkerchief and wiped the corners of her lips gracefully, and said again:

"However, that guy's behavior is unforgivable! To complete this mission, she and I can only stay one."

"Me too!" Elsa pouted.

"Let's work together to tide over the difficulties first." Roy quickly smoothed things over.

Linden's eyes moved, he took out the cigarette case, took out a slender lady's cigarette, put it in his mouth, and pushed the door to go out.

After leaving the warehouse, instead of standing in the corner smoking, he walked across the street to the clock tower in the center of the town, climbed to the highest point, and walked to the protruding terrace.

I looked up at the night sky where the clouds were scattered and raining, as if the fog on my glasses had been wiped away, the stars were clear and bright.

He took out a small mirror from his pocket, held it in his hand, adjusted the angle, and reflected a starry sky.

A mysterious force hangs down from the sky, and gathers lines of complicated and obscure cuneiform characters on the silver mirror.

Linden could read it. In fact, it was an ups and downs score composed of hundreds of syllables. It was not read but sung.If it is sung, it will be a series of long and sharp insects.

Of course, it cannot be done with human vocal organs.

'The Boothlot family has contacts with some ancient families...

These families' research on 'spirituality' is no less than ours, and they may even have the means to fight against "Paradise Lost"...

Notice! There are enemies in the direction at 07:30! '

The text stops here!

Linden's expression changed, he raised the mirror and adjusted the angle, and sure enough, there was a strange man standing next to the chimney of a small red brick building at the rear.

He was wearing a crisp and brand-new evening dress, pure black in color, and it looked like the craftsmanship of master tailoring, without increasing or decreasing, and his figure was set off to be slender and graceful.

Between the lapel collar is a white shirt and a red silk tie, the black is gloomy, the white is dazzling, and the red is dazzling.

An expressionless white mask covered his face, and two crystal clear, amber-like antelope horns protruded from the curly thick brown hair, unfolding an elegant and calm arc.

In the eyeholes of the mask, two orange pupils are illusory and indifferent.

The man in the mirror raised his arm, his right hand was held like a gun, his left hand rested on his wrist, as if to counteract the recoil, and his fingertips aimed at his back.

Linden's hairs stood on end suddenly, and he subconsciously evaded to one side!

boom!

There was a loud noise, the place where he was standing before, the wall debris splashed, and the dust filled the air!

Lin Deng's scalp was numb and tightened, and the corners of his eyes were hanging up, and he was terrified!

If Morazar hadn't reminded him to dodge in time through the 'Starlink Communication', his brains would have covered a wall!

"This... what is this?!"

From the corner of the eye, I saw a spiral-shaped phalanx deeply embedded in the crater on the wall, and it rotated clockwise to crack with the phalanx as the center. The crack spread rapidly along the wall. In just a few seconds, the diameter reached several rice!

The degree of danger of the other party has been raised to another level in Linden's mind.

He had a premonition that once he was shot, or even scratched, this spiral force would seep into his body, like twisting a towel, squeezing out all the blood and internal organs!

Chapter 74: Infiltrating by Death

Why are you attacking me?

This thought flashed through Linden's mind.

Launching a fierce assassination from behind was obviously intended to put him to death.

Such a strong person appeared in Bull Town, even if he is not a member of the Boothlot family, he has a great connection.

However, the Bu family had just given the seventh group three choices, why did they rush to kill them?

wrong……

Linden suddenly realized that only the other four made choices. He, Amber, and Ashley did not make choices.If there is any hesitation, the opponent will kill you!

He gritted his teeth. The Boothlot family obviously pursued a cruel and extreme creed, which was much less aggressive than the Zhenkins family he served.

Just as Linden was thinking about how to deal with it, the air in front of him suddenly became transparent and distorted in a swirl shape, and the distance between the Sheephorn and him instantly shortened!

In terms of visual effects, the man with the horns stepped in front of Linden!

In the next moment, the knuckles were bulging like the Elder Wand, and the strange hand covered with rough thorns and thick black hairs was raised, and the phalanges suddenly elongated, stabbing straight in!

There was no time to dodge such an approaching explosive shot, and the twisted and elongated phalanx pierced his chest like a spiral spear!

Then, Linden's whole body's bones and flesh twisted and tightened, making crackling bones and cracking sounds!It was as if a pair of invisible big hands were kneading a person into a ball alive!

Linden didn't even make a sound, his pupils were covered with ashes, and his whole face was elongated into a human skin mask because of the crushed skull.

After a one-hit kill, the bone gun rotated in reverse and slowly retracted into the hollow finger.

The hand of the goat horn man naturally dropped down, and he turned gracefully, ready to leave.

Suddenly, a cold and angry voice came from the twisted and convulsed mass of flesh that was slowly bleeding outward at the feet!

"You... how dare you kill my pawn... your name is Promsh Mackintosh... son of the McIntosh family... I'm watching you... you have no escape... There is only one death..."

"Who are you?!"

A horrified question came out from under the mask, holding the gun to his waist with both hands, and shooting continuously!

Puff puff!

Cone-shaped holes constantly opened up on the meat ball, and the flesh and blood had completely turned into mud, forming vortices with different speeds, flowing strangely.

The voice didn't sound again, but he found that the starry sky above his head was spinning unexpectedly, dizziness surged in his head, and the ground that provided support became weak, and every step seemed to be stepping on mud.

Promsh held his left hand, and suddenly turned the wrist bone against the joint with force!

With a bang, the bone was dislocated, the skin was torn, and the pale forearm bone pierced through the wound!

But as if he couldn't feel the pain, he drew his fingertips together, and pulled out the amber bone with dark markings from the dripping flesh. The flesh and fascia throbbed and twitched, making a scalp-numbing creaking sound, It got longer and longer, and it turned into a spiral spear that was nearly two meters long!Using it as the third point of support, I finally got over the spinning feeling.

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