Crimson Comes Chapter 2

"Bang, Shakaraka..."

The pale lights came on, illuminating the bar in a bright light, interrupting the madness climbing in the dark.

The oscillating music was still ringing in the ears, but the sudden light still made everyone feel strongly uncomfortable. I don't know how many heads were swaying in the bar. After getting used to the strong lights around, they turned around and looked around, and their eyes fell on Wei Wei, whose palms were slowly withdrawing from the direction of the electric switch.

In their field of vision, a new face appeared.

She doesn't look very old, only eighteen or nineteen years old, but she has a calm and sophisticated temperament.

He quickly took out a document that could not be seen clearly, shook it to the crowd at will, and then put it away at a faster speed.

"Everyone, I'm sorry to bother you."

Wei Wei squeezed a professional smile on his face and spoke politely: "I'm from the Paranormal Research and Investigation Department."

"You worship the power of demons and cause the spread of demonic factors, which is the first type of dangerous behavior strictly prohibited by the Executive Office."

"...So, please stand in line and go back with me to be investigated, okay?"

"Investigation Section?"

Before Wei Wei could finish speaking, the people present were shocked.

Then I don't know how many people looked slightly frightened, and looked at the Gothic man on the stage subconsciously.

Some people wonder: Didn't Mr. DJ have it all done?

Some people also wondered: What does the investigation department do?

In the eyes of all kinds of doubts, the gothic man also reacted abruptly. First, he quickly glanced at the elevator entrance and found no other suspicious figures. Then he quickly scanned the monitor screen, and there was no outside the building. other movement.

Although he didn't understand how he got in, he quickly regained his composure, with a smile on his face, and said:

"Is there any misunderstanding?"

He spoke politely and in a gentle tone.

But soon, the people in front of the dance floor reacted and squeezed in slightly, blocking the statue of life behind him, and the DJ's voice continued to sound softly: "We worship one of the twelve main gods who control the power of life. : Goddess of life. Born from the boundless spiritual ocean, she brings life and health to this world, and also brings us spiritual comfort…”

"It is He who helps us heal our diseases and heal our wounds, and it is He who guides us, the lost lambs, to..."

In Mr. DJ's soft tone, many people around, their eyes gradually became lost, and a sense of piety emerged spontaneously. The little panic that was interrupted by outsiders at the beginning was gradually subsided, and the sense of shame that some uncomfortable behavior was discovered by others, also fading fast...

Wei Wei had a serious listening expression on his face, and then his right hand was raised impatiently.

He held a gun in his hand.

The gun is an old-fashioned pistol with a very long barrel, and even a little rust, with a rough temperament, like a tough guy with a temper.

Then Wei Wei directly hooked the wrench.

"Bah!"

A flame erupted from the muzzle.

"Crash!" A man who stood beside the dance floor and blocked the statue of the Goddess of Life suddenly froze on the spot. He looked down in disbelief, and saw that his abdomen had been shot out. A big, **** hole.

Through this hole, you can see the statue behind.

The bullet passed through his abdomen and hit the bottom of the statue, and the stone flakes splattered all over.

The idol lost its support and slowly fell down, smashed into pieces, and a figure slowly slipped out of it.

It was a vaguely recognizable girl who looked like she was still in school. She had a ponytail and was even wearing school uniform pants. But her body, the parts that you can see, are as thin as wood, like a crumpled black rag.

The sudden sound of gunfire woke up everyone who was slightly addicted, and even DJ's words were abruptly stopped.

Countless expressions changed drastically and looked at Wei Wei blankly.

"The devil of life will not give life."

Wei Wei smiled and explained patiently to them: "The demon of life only has the ability to deprive and give life energy, and can transfer the life energy of one unit to another unit. It can transform a person's life activity into Pure life energy is extracted and deprived, and given to others. Therefore, your so-called prayers are just using demons to take other people's lives."

After a pause, the corners of his mouth pursed slightly: "You guys are even used to wasting these stolen lives..."

"you…"

The gothic Mr. DJ doesn't seem to be in the mood to listen to Wei Wei's pedigree. He was just chatting with Wei Wei in a low voice and with a friendly attitude. He was shocked by this sudden shot, especially when he saw Wei Wei actually He hurt people mercilessly, and even after smashing the idol he worshipped, his eyes instantly turned blood red, and the blue veins on his neck burst out like earthworms.

"The blasphemer, you are the blasphemer..."

He suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted, "Kill him, capture him, and dedicate it to the goddess..."

"Whoa..."

The shot just now caused most of the people present to fall into shock. The DJ's roar made them react, and they saw the statue of the **** that fell to pieces on the ground, and the little girl exposed under the statue, panic when the evidence of the crime was discovered. Spread again.

First, a few people in black robes who were originally standing behind the DJ reacted the fastest and walked up through the crowd.

Then, the eyes of the believers gradually showed a fierce light, and they stared at Wei Wei who was alone in the crowd. Some sturdy young people had already picked up the wine bottles on the table next to them. Cylinders, and some weird stick-like rubber stuff…

How can people who are not afraid of sharp daggers and spirits be afraid of bullets?

The exuberant vitality always makes them feel the urge to destroy from time to time.

The madness seems to be spreading and rapidly fermenting.

Pairs of eyes became scarlet, and strange expressions bloomed on each face, approaching faintly in the flickering light.

"Huh..."

At this moment, Wei Wei, who was surrounded by the middle, slowly lowered his head and seemed a little regretful.

"I originally wanted to persuade you to stay away from the devil..."

Then, he suddenly raised his head, his face suddenly lost all smiles.

"Now we can only implement Plan B."

The next moment, he suddenly faced the crowd and kept pulling the trigger.

"Blah blah blah..."

Holes appeared one by one in the men in black robes who rushed through the crowd, bursting out with coquettish and bright blood flowers.

A terrified cry rang out.

The tattered body and the broken limbs of the sky were splashed two or three meters away, crushing the tables full of drinks.

Even if you worship the life demon and possess strong life force, you can still be killed.

They can quickly recover all kinds of self-mutilation and self-injury wounds, and even the weakening of vitality caused by aging, but as long as the trauma caused in an instant, the force of death caused by them exceeds the energy limit contained in their current life, they will die immediately. .

It's a pity that some people in these bars don't even know about this.

The various miraculous experiences they experienced after joining this party gave them a fanatical confidence, until such a deafening gunshot suddenly sounded in their ears, and they saw that a familiar person lost their familiar face and head. .

Wei Wei's body moved flexibly in the chaotic crowd and space. His movements were not outrageously fast, but very precise.

He smashed the guys in black robes with the gun, and stuffed the empty guns back into the gun pockets. He didn't care about changing the bullets. Dangerous, he picked up stools, wine bottles, fruit picks, and a stick-shaped rubber item that he grabbed at random, and attacked those who attacked him or didn't have time to avoid him.

Panic spread, and more people fled with their heads up than the desperate crowd squeezed in.

The dazzling blood red came into view, causing the twisted faces to climb into fear.

And when they found that the elevator was out of control and the back door was locked by heavy chains, panic surged in their hearts, and the tide seemed to fold back into the bar. Looking at the man walking among the blood, there was a feeling of indifference. A sense of desperation that is elusive.

In the chaos, someone was squeezed onto the console, and the explosive music filled the eardrums again.

"Bounce! Shakaraka!"

Wei Wei held a gun and approached the dance floor. Under his feet was already a carpet of blood rivers.

"Damn..."

The gothic DJ looked at the person who killed and opened the ring below and quickly approached him, and clenched his teeth inlaid with stainless steel.

He roared and rushed forward, like a human flesh tank, knocking the four or five people who were blocking him into the air, his eyes were blood red as if blood had burst, and he slammed towards Wei Wei who was approaching the stage. Fist with skull ring.

Before the sharp and sharp edge of the ring swiped on Wei Wei's face, Wei Wei suddenly turned around and pulled out the second gun in his pouch. It's a little longer than the first gun, it's silver, and it has fine patterns and a set of black English signatures on it.

Elegant and refined, like a lady.

The long spear spun in the palm of his hand, and elegantly and precisely drew a spear flower, which hit the DJ's face.

DJ was slightly sluggish.

"Bah!"

The next moment, special bullets roared out of the black barrel, and half of DJ's head exploded into blood.

But he trembled a few times on the ground, and suddenly got up again.

From the half-shattered eyes, a blood-colored light like hatred shot out.

With a posture that didn't resemble a humanoid, with a heavy sense of strength, his body grabbed Wei Wei's neck again.

Wei Wei leaned slightly, his movements were not as fast as the opponent, but he was extremely precise.

He opened the distance between the opponent's palm and his neck, pointed the black spear diagonally, and fired again.

"Bah"

A big hole was blown open in DJ's chest, and he flew out again obliquely.

But when he reached it, he climbed up again, his spine was broken, his body touched the ground at both ends, and the place where the flesh and blood was connected in the middle was in the "arch bridge" posture. Wei rushed in the direction.

Wei Wei kicked him down with one foot, stepped on the spot where his spine was broken, and aimed at his upper body and continuously pulled the trigger.

"Blah blah blah..."

He emptied the bullets in one breath, DJ's upper body was already mashed, but the flesh was still wriggling.

Wei Wei shook his head in dissatisfaction, UU reading www. uukanshu.com picked up another bottle of high spirits from the side, poured it on him, and set it on fire.

The flames "poof" rose, the twisted flesh twitched in the flames, and then completely stopped.

Wei Wei breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction, and the smile returned to his face.

Jump! Shakaraka!

The music continued, but the smell of alcohol, smoke, perfume, and rotting seafood was filled with the smell of fresh blood. It was like an invisible big hand that deterred the survivors' stomachs and filled them. Into a food called fear.

The frantic expressions disappeared from their faces, and panic crept up on their faces.

Mr. DJ died. He was omnipotent in the hearts of many people, and he died under such a simple method.

Some people suddenly had uncontrollable convulsions and vomited. Some people's legs became weak and they fell to their knees on the ground.

And among a group of terrified demon infected, Wei Wei had turned around leisurely in front of the flames, picked up a good cigarette scattered from the table next to it, put it in his mouth, and lit it with the hot muzzle. , then put away the elegant lady, took out the rough and strong man again, glanced at the remaining people, then grabbed a handful of bullets and slowly stuffed them into the magazine.

The man who collapsed in the pool of blood shivered, looked at Wei Wei in fear, and pleaded with a trembling voice:

"Forgive... Forgive us..."

Wei Wei snapped the **** of his gun, turned to look at him, then shook his head with a smile:

"don't want!"

"Bah"

"Bah"

"Boom blah blah"

Persuading people to be kind or something, I like it the most!

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