Turn around.
Look at the saleswoman who is leaning against the wall, sitting in a pool of blood, staring at him with empty eyes.
Step over the broken glass window.
The detective not far away ran to the dead gunman''s body with a gun.
Reporters near the crime scene of the railway station, hearing the news, were like sharks smelling blood, holding microphones and shoulder anti cameras.
The female host''s frowned and noisy live broadcast was mixed with the shouting of the small police officers who maintained order.
The noisy crowd was blocked out by cordons and police officers.
Few people care who died.
All they care about is that the gunman killed a man in making trouble and was shot by the detective.
Another explosive hot news.
Another gossip topic after dinner.
The only goodness and light in the crowd are covered and embezzled by the spreading malice and shadow.
Johnny tried to keep Roxanne who rushed to the scene for the first time. He was very bitter in his heart, just like the secret he had buried in his heart for more than ten years.
This is also the time.
The hell fire, which should have feared the sun, was ready to move in his body and soul.
Like a butcher''s knife aware of sin.
The white smoke and the slight tingling sound of barbecue stirred under his skin.
The power of the evil spirit knight, which cannot be fully controlled, turns into ants and sharp needles and swims in his body and soul.
The extreme pain made Johnny, like a drowning man, fall to the shore. The distance was covered with onlookers, but no one was willing to spend his energy on a dispensable passer-by.
Like a salesgirl who died in an accident.
Indifference.
take pleasure in other people''s misfortune.
The unspeakable pain made Johnny lie on the ground, crawl hard and try to shout, but his throat was choked by some irresistible force.
Suffocation made him dizzy and felt the despair before death.
Until a pair of clean and brand-new black leather shoes with high value appeared in our vision.
"Can I help you?"
Johnny looked up.
Looking down, I saw Cole''s cold face.
But now he was speechless and could only roar out of his throat.
Cole squatted down, put him on his shoulders and walked down a dark alley where there was no one.
Gradually away from the malicious crime scene.
Johnny took a big breath of fresh air. The cold sweat on his face slipped down the tip of his nose and gasped, "damn..."
Stand still.
He held his knees, bent over, and the sweat drops on his face fell to the ground.
Cole took out a cigarette and handed it to Johnny, but Johnny refused.
Maybe the hot Johnny''s audience and fans can''t imagine that this crazy motorcycle man doesn''t like liquor, cigarettes and cigars.
His favorites are rainbow candy and old-fashioned Disney cartoons full of childlike fun and black-and-white pictures.
After the flames of hell subsided.
Johnny pulled his collar, exhaled a foul breath and frowned. "When did you come here? The church is a long way from here."
Cole didn''t respond. He walked out and said coldly, "come with me."
On the way.
Johnny had already noticed that the power of the evil spirit Knight just dormant was ready to move again before he approached the skin changing devil... Or the residual body of the mimicry evil devil.
Until they stopped under a tree by the side of the road.
A tramp curled up like sleeping and wrapped himself in dirty and thick clothes.
See Cole squat down and pull open the hood on his face.
"What are you doing..."
Not until he''s finished.
Seeing the real face under the tramp''s hood, Johnny frowned, turned around with his hands on his hips and shook his head slightly.
Then he looked back at the face under his hood, which was full of mucus and fine scales.
"God... What the fuck is this?"
Cole said coldly, "I like to call it a skin devil. Something ordered it to kill me, but it was the saleswoman in the bakery who suffered.
After being wounded by me, I tried to get into the tramp''s body and suck his soul and vitality. "
Talking room.
Cole squatted on one knee, grabbed the tramp''s collar, spit cigarette smoke on his face, frowned, "you deserve to warn me, little thing."
The laughter of the mimicry evil devil and the tramp overlapped, weak, but gloating.
"Ha... Ha ha, even if you kill me, Cole walker, it''s not just the adult who wants you to die, but the bird man with wings wants you to die!"
Clenched his fist and wanted to punch this boring little thing in the face, but considering that it might break the tramp''s face.
Cole held his fist down again.
Like a black handed gangster who suddenly restrained his temper, frowned slightly and said to Johnny in a cruel tone, "you know, you should think of a way to beat his face rather than escape."
Finish talking.
Use the trait · devil torture king, which was used last time in soul summoning II.
Take out the dagger, cut open the palm of your hand, and then press it on the tramp''s forehead with a ferocious face. Whisper in his ear, "don''t think I can''t see that you deliberately killed the salesgirl. If the old goat wants my soul, next time, remember to use a more clever move.
When I pull you out, I''ll tear your mouth, dog and beast! "
For the first time so close to Cole''s soul.
The breath of the God Slayer makes its perception like being stared at by an abyss giant.
The bloody gas field, another example, was dragged to the slaughterhouse of hell monsters.
At this moment.
Originally, he was still laughing at Cole''s mimicry evil devil. It was like encountering some terrible thing and sending out a soul scream that only Cole and Johnny could hear.
Before being pulled out roughly.
Dragging the disabled body, he broke free from the wandering body and tried to escape back to hell.
However.
It''s too late to run at this time.
At noon, it was at the muzzle of a thick, cold gun and went straight into its mouth.
Looking directly at the slender gray pupils of the mimicry evil devil, Cole grinned rarely.
“Suprise-Mother-FxxKer。”
Pull the trigger decisively.
The roaring spiritual power came out of the chamber.
The frightened face of the mimicry evil devil was like a broken watermelon splashing on the ground.
The system prompts the sound to start.
"You have killed a level 1 hell creature, and the basic settlement reward is increased by 1000 West pounds."
This time.
The awakened tramp suddenly found two strange tall men standing in front of him. He looked surprised, hurried back and said warily, "what do you want to do?"
Cole didn''t explain to him.
He took out a fifty dollar bill, went over and stuffed it into his pocket, then turned away with Johnny, leaving only an ignorant tramp, touched the blood on his forehead, and then felt that the surface of his body was wet, but he couldn''t see anything.
Johnny looked back uneasily at the mock evil corpse gradually turned into dust and asked, "is there no problem doing this?"