Sinmonger Chapter 8: Police Station
[Volume VIII Stone Breaking the Sky]Chapter 8 Police Station
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Chapter 8 Police Station
"Okay, man, let's face it, you're either going to work with us or you're going to die here, I'm not in the mood to spend a whole day with you, so you better make a choice quickly."
Fengxian handcuffed a prisoner in uniform to a chair while he sat on a desk with a cigar in his mouth, conducting a tedious interrogation.
It is the afternoon of the second day after the Reverse Cross members met at the Atlantic City Police Department.
The prisoner in front of me was not caught on purpose. He was originally locked in the cell of the police station. When the four people of the reverse cross came here, the interior of the police station had been destroyed by monsters, and the corpses on the ground had been eaten beyond recognition. Judging from the clothes on the corpse, in addition to the police and civilians, many of those who died here were guerrillas armed with weapons.
Gambling Snake speculates that a group of guerrillas with a number of about 20 to 25 people fled to the police station with this captured member. They handcuffed the prisoner with a rather tough attitude. He got up and was temporarily locked in the cell, but he didn't expect it to save his life.
When the monsters attacked from the outside, the guerrillas seemed to realize that although the walls of the police station are indeed very thick, if their firepower can't keep the gates, no matter how thick the walls are, it will be useless.
At least three mutant creatures have invaded here, and for them, this place is like a cafeteria, and the **** feast of monsters continued until the members of the Inverse Cross arrived. If these four people hadn't come in to check, the prisoner of N would have become the dessert of the monsters in half an hour.
"How's your progress?" Xue Xiao didn't knock on the door, and broke into the interrogation room while talking.
Fengxian replied, "You have a hard mouth, and you don't even say your name or position."
The prisoner turned his head, glanced at the fierce and strong man behind him, and snorted coldly: "What? You people who resist the organization also want to play 'good cops, bad cops'? This is quite fitting. Ah."
"You made a very serious mistake." Fengxuan raised his eyes to look at the blood owl, and established eye contact with the captive brother again, he said sincerely: "While I'm still here, I advise you to immediately Tell me everything you know, otherwise I won't be able to help you..."
"Hehehe..." The captive brother smiled smugly: "You think these bruises on my face..." He spat blood on the ground in disdain, and opened his mouth deliberately: "...and How did these knocked-out teeth come from? Hmph... don't waste your energy, those guerrillas have already played with you, you can kill me if you have one."
"Oh...I didn't expect this prisoner to be quite strong." The blood owl came over, his tone was obviously ironic; "You think the beatings you have encountered before can really be called 'torture'?" With a contemptuous sneer at the corner of his mouth, he turned his head and said to Fengxian, "You can go out and let the professional come."
Fengxian sighed, shook his head, walked out, and left a similar comment to the captive, "Hey...you asked for it yourself."
The door to the interrogation room was closed again, and there were only two people left in the room...
At the same time, on the second floor of the police station, the physical evidence warehouse.
"Hey, look at this." Zuo Dao walked behind the betting snake, showing a pair of long soft metal gloves in his hands.
Snake Gambles back: "What's so special about this?"
The voice didn't fall, but seeing the back of the pair of gloves, four long and narrow stainless steel blades popped out along the arc of the knuckles, and the gloves instantly became two claw blades.
"It looks like a weapon developed by a dead man." There is no sign of interest in this from Gambler's face, and his tone is still cold
Zuo Dao said: "Hey, if you will find it here, it means that someone used this to commit murder. It can be seen that it has practical value."
"It's very likely that the dead house who developed this thing put on a yellow tights and these gloves to attack a comic shop." The tone of the snake bet is still the same.
"Okay, maybe this thing does have some design flaws..." Zuo Dao shrugged and replied helplessly. In fact, when he said the words "practical value" just now, he was trying to use it. The steel claws on the glove went to grab the wall and couldn't cut in at all, and the back of his hand felt like the base of the pop-up blade was pressed against it.
"There are reasons for the shape and design of the popular cold weapons in the world." Gambling Snake explained to Zuo Dao while rummaging through the evidence rack in front of him: "That thing in your hand, It can only scare the weak and the weak, even if you find a hard pork rib and hang it from the refrigerator, it will not cut it. At most, it will cut four not deep blood cuts on the body, too. If you use force, the end of the blade will hurt the user's hand." He said, and raised his right hand, his forearm trembled slightly, and from the cuff on the back of the hand, a three-edged hook was thrown out, " Claw weapons of this length can only be hooked, not suitable for cutting. If you want to cut, you can find anything with a handle that can cut deeper than this, including kitchen knives or daggers of the same length. The lever principle." He flicked his hand slightly, and the hook disappeared, and in less than a second, a thorny finger tiger appeared on the right hand of the snake gambler like a conjurer: "And this one is shorter. The claw weapon is suitable for stabbing. Even with this design, the damage caused by the slashing is greater than that of the garbage in your hand. Even if the cutting is blocked, it will not hurt your hand. The thorns on it are broken."
Zuo Dao threw the glove into the corner before he finished listening to the lesson of gambling snakes, "Okay, don't be so serious, I just took out something fun and didn't say I really wanted to. Take it away and use it as a weapon."
"I know." The snake gambler said, "I'm not just talking about that pair of gloves." He paused for a while, then turned to look at the left and said, "Your ability—Shen Shao, is in actual combat. The power of the medium is also related to the way it is used at different distances.”
Zuo Dao Xin said: It turns out that the snake bet is to mention my battle... But his explanation is quite concrete, unlike Lao Yan, who always talks about some abstract concepts and tricky theories.
Snake Gambler continued: "Your gods are far from the realm that is enough to shred all things. When you encounter the energy defense of a fierce-level ability person, you may not be able to break through it. It is impossible that every time you encounter a strong player, you can make You find an opening for sneak attack. You need to think about ways to fight head-to-head where strength and speed are at a disadvantage, or where you don't have an advantage."
Zuo Dao felt a problem when he heard what he said, and hurriedly asked: "Hey, big brother, don't scare me, how could it be possible for me to confront someone with the ability above the fierce level alone?"
"It's hard to say." When Gambling Snake talked about these terrible topics, his attitude was still cold and calm: "It doesn't count the blood owl, there are at least five fierce-level abilities in this city, although it may not happen with us. conflict, but at least be prepared to fight them."
While the two of them were talking, Fengxian walked in: "Ha! Look at this place, there are piles of marijuana and psychedelics, guns and ammunition, and even cash and bearer bonds..." Dengdi watched as he walked: "I really shouldn't have robbed the bank back then. I should have robbed the police station. It's all there. After the sweep, just get a police car and run away."
"Why did you come here?" Gambling Snake asked: "Has the trial come to a conclusion?"
"Not yet, but I estimate that there will be soon. Xue Xiao said that he would be alone with that old man for a while." Fengxian replied.
"Are you sure that guy is still alive when we go back..." Zuo Dao's brain is constructing the horror scene in the interrogation room.
"Don't worry about this." Gambler replied on behalf of Fengxuan, "I believe in the blood owl's ability in interrogation. Even if our captive turns into a corpse, it is a confession. corpse."
At this moment, gunshots suddenly sounded on the street outside, moving from far to near, moving towards the gate of the police station.
The three of them made eye contact and went downstairs together.
“There is only one gun, which sounds like a semi-automatic submachine gun. From the frequency of shooting, it can be judged that the user is not a professional soldier, and it is not bad that he is not shaken by the recoil.” own conclusions.
His inference was accurate. It was a middle-aged man with a firearm and an old man in his sixties. Judging from their clothes, they should only be civilians.
The old man didn't seem to have any injuries, but his face was very ugly. He stumbled and fell into the gate of the police station, while the middle-aged man stayed outside for a few more seconds, turning his head back every few steps and facing the police station. Several shots were fired blindly in the empty streets.
After they came in, they didn't respond much to the corpses all over the floor and the disgusting smell in the police station, which is probably the scene in most buildings in the city, so it's no surprise.
After the old man came in, he leaned back against a table and sat down on the ground. The middle-aged man was barely standing against the wall, looking nervously in the direction of the police station gate. The gun was pointed there, as if there was something It's as if something could rush in at any moment.
The three of them came to the first floor at this time. When they heard the sound, the middle-aged man was immediately startled. He turned around and wanted to design, but just over a second after he turned around, the snake was already When he came to him, he used a skillful technique to instantly grab the gun from the man's hand.
"Name," said Gambler.
The man was in shock, but seeing that the other party was a living person rather than a monster, he quickly replied: "I... my name is Jeff, this is my father." He looked at the old man next to him, "Don't hurt We...we are just civilians."
Before I finished speaking, the glass of the main entrance of the police station suddenly shattered, and the explosion looked strange. It didn't look like it was broken by an attack such as a bullet, but more like it was hit by some kind of bulky object. Broken, but there was clearly nothing there.
"It's here! Help! Help us!" Jeff yelled, pointing his hand in the direction of the broken glass: "It's in! Shoot!"
"I see... is it an invisible monster." The calmness of the snake gambling contrasted sharply with Jeff's panic. He turned around and said, "Zuo Dao, give that thing some color."
Zuo Dao understood this sentence in his heart, he paused for a second, and then he used his magic, and the sword energy burst out of the air.
The invisible monster was crawling on a wall, and was about to find a target to kill, but he was hit by Zuo Dao, a bloodstain appeared out of thin air, and the blood spurted out, and it could be seen vaguely near the wound to the blood vessels under the transparent skin of the monster.
There is no need to bet on snakes. Since Fengxian can see the other party, he can do it. He snapped his fingers, and the monster began to burn from the internal organs. After the transparent skin was scorched, it gradually appeared, and the monster fell. When it came down, because of its small size, it hardly struggled and turned into ashes at a very fast speed.
"How do you know it's there?" Feng Xian asked curiously as he walked past Zuo Dao.
"What's the matter? In the early years, even when I was sleeping, I could detect the sound of someone quietly climbing the fire stairs outside the apartment building." Zuo Dao has been a thief for many years, which is enough to guard against thieves for thousands of days. Ability to be proud of.
"Thank... thank you," Jeff said; "Are you in the military or... Hey! Man! What are you doing?"
The Gambler walked up to the old man with the Hidden Sword sticking out of his sleeve.
"Is he already infected?" Gambler asked. In fact, he already knew the answer to this question. From last night until now, the four of them have seen several infected in the city. And mutated victims too.
"No...he, he's just not feeling well." Jeff ran over and stood in front of his father.
"Is that so, then please take him out of here." Said Gambler.
"What? You want us to go out again? Go outside there?" Jeff exclaimed.
"The result of you staying here with him is that he will tear you apart and eat you later, and then we will kill him." The snake bet stated in a cold tone: "Or, you can choose Let me give him a treat right now~IndoMTL.com~ so at least you can live."
"What are you kidding! I won't let you hurt..." Jeff growled, but his father grabbed him by the arm and interrupted, "Son, this gentleman is right...I think I'll hurry up. No, let him... do the right thing..."
Jeff wanted to say something else, but the snake gambler suddenly cut the old man's throat very inhumanly.
"Ah!!!" Jeff shouted, losing his mind and pounced on the betting snake. The latter easily avoided it, made a half circle, and knocked Jeff unconscious.
"I thought you'd let them say goodbye to father and son, say a few lines like 'I'm proud of you, son' and then do it." Zuo Dao walked over in a relaxed tone.
The members of the Reverse Cross have seen too many killings and the darkness of human nature. They have become a little numb. The handling of this situation will not be sloppy at all, and it will not be worldly at all.
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