Ember Gun

  Chapter 649 "The Biography of Oscar Wilde"

  The tide rushing to the street beats the building, repeatedly baptizing the surface of the wall, convolving messy things, like a group of excited thugs, trying to knock on the doors with their swords.

  The floor of the tavern was already covered with stagnant water, the door was shaking violently, and the cracks were still overflowing with rainwater.

  Herkeley was not afraid of these abnormalities. It was probably the reason that he had been with Lorenzo for a long time, and all this was far from reaching his threshold.

  Poirot sat on his shoulders in a panic, while Hercule was holding a shotgun, wrapped in bullets and chains, and looked like he was going to kill all quarters.

  "Everyone, this tavern provides evacuation services. You can choose to stay or leave."

   Hercule said calmly.

   "Refuge? Secret passage?" Oscar asked, "I heard Lorenzo say that your group of rats dug countless secret passages in the old underground underground."

"Secret passages are impossible. The rain is so heavy, I guess they were all washed away," Hercule shook his head. If the demon comes to the door, we can drink it carefree until the next morning."

   "Do you want to... stay?"

  Rod held a folding knife, his voice trembling.

  He looked at the few people present and tried to solicit their opinions.

   "No, I am an anonymous name, I need to perform my duties."

  Sao Liangxi said without fear, holding a pocket knife and a firearm, the girl who had just hid from the rain with her just disappeared, replaced by the murderous Valkyrie.

  Rod feels a little headache. These guys seem to be like this. I don't know if they should be dedicated or what, private life and work are very separate.

  When it is insane, it's more insane than anyone else, and when it's time to die, it's more insane than anyone else.

"Can……"

  Rod wanted to say something, but suddenly there was a violent knock on the door, as if there were thousands of hands knocking on the door hard, and there were wailing in the sound of the howling wind.

This scared him a lot. Right now, the only reliable combat power here seems to be Sian Liangxi. It is not that Luo Luo distrusts Sian Liangxi, but in this crisis, a few people seem so fragile, just like on the angry waves. The lone boat will be swallowed by big waves in the next second.

   "Open the door! Help!"

After being vigilant, several people in the room clearly heard the noise.

  Looking at each other, Liang Liangxi held the folding knife and moved forward, while Hercules turned over the bar, took the shotgun, and pointed it at the door.

  Buscarlo is still immersed in this crazy prologue, Oscar drinking and having fun, as if all this has nothing to do with him.

  He poured out his alcohol, stood up and wandered in the tavern, then stood in front of a wall, stretched out his hand, and took off the decorative long sword and short axe.

   "Has this thing been edged?" Oscar asked.

  He probably drank too much. Before Hercule could respond, he muttered to himself, "Forget it, it's almost the same."

  Several people were fully armed, Liang Liangxi opened the door, and a few embarrassed guys rushed in, their bodies were stained with blood, and their faces were frightened.

  "It's a citizen...a fairly stable citizen." Shao Liangxi said meaningfully.

  Herkeley understood what he meant, his muzzle lowered, paying attention to these people.

   "Monster! Monster!"

  They screamed loudly, completely ignoring the face of the stranger Shao Liangxi.

   "I saw it, you don't need to say it."

  Sao Liangxi looked straight ahead, and in the heavy rain, a dark shadow could be seen slowly emerging, and a familiar taste was floating in the cold water vapor.

   Raised the muzzle and pulled the trigger. After the fire burst, the bullet was submerged in the rain and mist, arousing scarlet blood.

   "The monster is coming!"

  Sao Liangxi roared, set up the folding knife, and while firing, he lowered his posture and rushed out toward the dark shadow in the rain and mist.

She can't let the demons continue to approach. The antimemetic Sian Liangxi is not afraid of the suppression of erosion, but these frightened citizens are different. Before the demons are eliminated, every survivor is a potential demons. .

The heavy rain poured her through in an instant, and the water-absorbent clothes became heavy, but this couldn't stop Siao Liangxi. She squinted and tried not to let the raindrops interfere with her vision. The black shadow was close in front of her, and the claws she waved broke apart. Rain silk.

After hearing only a sound of crashing between metals, Sian Liangxi rigged up the folding knives with both hands, spliced ​​them and swung them with all their strength, and then twisted and grew, and the arms with sharp claws flew up. Blood stains.

   Raised the muzzle and squeezed the trigger continuously. With no intermittent firing, Siao Liangxi stepped violently, stepped on the demon's knee, and leaped up in front of it.

  Rod hides in the room, watching the battle between Liangxi and the demons.

Liang Liangxi knows very well that there will only be more and more demons. Before they can get support, they need to save their firepower. What's more, the ammunition used by Hercules is not equipped by the decontamination mechanism. It is just ordinary gunpowder and Steel, no holy silver and no antimemetic protection, can't suppress demons.

  The folding knife is plated with sacred silver. This is the sharp blade of Liangxi. She is so close to the demons, like dancing together.

Fang Liangxi frowned slightly on the ferocious face, and then the folding knife penetrated along the forehead and through the skull. The tip of the knife pierced out along the lower jaw. With the strength of the wrist and the weight of the body, the tip of the knife stabbed twice. , Split from its head, slashed its chest, and thundered.

   Landed steadily, blood spurted, sprinkled on Ma Liangxi's body, dyed her red, and brought a slight warmth.

   Like a dancing, Liang Liangxi lowered her body and easily escaped the deadly blow.

  The head of the demon has been destroyed by her, and her cervical spine is also broken in the slash. Now only the heart is still beating violently, and the flesh and blood that protects the heart has already been cut by her.

  With no expression on her face, she got up swiftly and pierced the folding knife obliquely upward. The metal pulled a straight and bright trajectory, which penetrated the demon's heart with precision, and twisted the handle of the knife to shatter it completely.

   The demon's movements stopped for a second, and then it fell down like losing all its strength. The blood lost its restraint and overflowed continuously, completely staining the stagnant water at the foot of Souliang Creek to dark red.

"Pretty!"

  Oscar stood at the door and cheered for Liangxi. He raised his long sword and short axe, colliding forcefully, making a crisp sound.

Sian Liangxi turned her head and took a look. Before she could say anything, another person rushed out of the house. It was Buscarlo. He had an angry face and he held the one he got from Hercule in his hand. The firearm ran awkwardly into the rain and fog.

   "You are looking for death!" Oscar yelled at this.

  Buscalo ignored him and ran by under the heavy rain. He looked at Sangliang River, the two looked at each other briefly, and then Sangliang River let him pass over him and ran into the rain and fog.

   "Stop him!" Oscar shouted.

  Sao Liangxi was stunned, and clenched the pocket knife, "I will take care of him."

   After speaking, she followed Buscalo. Liang Liangxi knew exactly what Buscalo was going to do. After the panic, he finally raised his courage. Although the time was not right, it was not too late.

   "Damn it, Hercules, can you keep it here!"

   Oscar shouted to Hercule.

   "Fortunately, the safe house can accommodate these people."

  Herkeley is welcoming the citizens to withdraw into the house and distribute weapons to those who are sane and dare to face demons.

"That's good."

  Oscar said, turned around, and ran into the rain and mist, trying to chase the two of them. He moved fast and did not look like a drunkard. The long sword and short axe were light in his hands.

  Rod looked around for a while, this sudden change made him a little unprepared, his eyes dodged back and forth with horror.

  Herkerry also stopped what was at hand and looked at Rod.

  "Don't hesitate, my friend, at least don't regret it."

  Rod listened to Hercules, he looked into the depths of the rain and fog, where there was only muddy dimness, and the roar of the demon came.

  It’s unnecessary, I’m just a civilian, and it’s enough to walk here.

  Yes, this is enough.

  He tried to comfort himself, but just then the noisy electric current sounded, followed by various shouts.

   "The monsters are gathering in Dongcheng District, we need reinforcements!"

  Luo Luo followed the voice and saw that the communicator was placed on the table, and Liang Liangxi had forgotten to bring it during the rush.

   "I guess you will need this."

  Herkery said that he threw a backpack with some medical supplies and some ammunition.

   "I...I don't know how to use this thing." Rod said.

   "But they will."

  Herkeley smiled at him.

  Rod shook his hands. He picked up his backpack, picked up the communicator, his eyes wandering constantly, and finally cursed.

"damn it!"

  Rod said no more, and squeezed the weapon in his hand, and rushed out of the tavern and stepped into the rain and fog.

  ……

  The rain is very heavy, and it crackles on the body, and gradually I can feel a vague pain.

  Buscaro’s clothes were soaked all over, he gasped, but he inhaled the cold air, and there was a sharp tingling in his lungs, like steel nails being stirred.

He is an old guy and an drunkard. The hangover over the past few months has made him less healthy and more fragile. He doesn’t even need demons to hunt him. Just these few steps of running, almost Took half of his life.

  The heart was beating violently, as if it was about to burst, and there was pain in the limbs, and soon, these pains would lose consciousness because of the low temperature.

  It was a vast expanse of whiteness. Buscarlo didn’t know how far he ran, nor how far away his wife’s hotel was. The heavy rain blurred his vision and he could hardly open his eyes.

  Only a turbid world can be seen in the light. Under the heavy rain, everything is covered with a layer of coldness.

  The heat is constantly being lost, and the strength is getting a little bit bottomed, and the anger is almost extinguished by the cold rain. Now he is not going to save his wife, but is going to die.

   Yeah, die.

   Buscalo panted, his body became heavier and heavier, and every drop of rain hit him like a heavy fist. He tried to take off a few pieces of clothing, which made him a little more relaxed, but it was just a little bit.

  He is a doctor, he knows his condition very well, let alone a monster, he can't fight even a gangster.

  But at this moment, Buscalo heard the gasp in the rain and fog. The sound was so loud, like a factory fan, spitting out hot and cold.

  Buscarlo's eyes widened, and another vague black shadow was approaching it little by little...more than one.

   "Demon...Demon."

  Buskalo held his breath and slowly lifted the gun that was being held. He tried to resist, but then suddenly realized that he would never use this thing.

  He is a doctor, and the only thing that can be regarded as a weapon is a scalpel. Buscarlo has never used a gun at all. Although he knows to pull the trigger, his experience is even difficult to aim.

  The bloated body slowly stopped, Buscalo stood dumbly under the heavy rain, and then he burst into tears.

  He didn't have the strength to run, and he didn't have any strong will. He didn't even have the ability to fire. Everything was only a moment of anger. But after the anger, Buscalo deeply realized his weakness and failure.

  He can't save his wife at this moment of crisis...he can't even save himself.

   "I really failed to live..."

  A huge sense of powerlessness swallowed Buscalo, and the more he recalled, the more painful he became.

   There was a rapid sound after the rain and fog, the monster was accelerating and approaching, and death came. Buscarlo relied on instinct to grab the gun and fired indiscriminately, but the wind and cold rain interfered with him, and none of the bullets hit the target.

  The demon was close enough, so close that Buscalo could easily see what it looked like.

The demon landed on all fours, crawling like a beast, arched his hind legs, ready to kill at any time. The skin was scarlet, without the protection of the skin, the flesh and blood were exposed directly, and the slender tail slowly swayed, dragging a sharp blade at the end. .

  Then the tail blade swung up.

  He is going to die, so ridiculous and meaninglessly dead.

  Buskalo even began to blame himself, why he rushed out, he should hide in the tavern shiveringly, waiting for these heroes to save himself...

   "Go away!"

  Buscalo held the barrel, swung it vigorously, and slammed the galloping tail blade with the butt.

  No, he was enough loser.

  The **** of the gun miraculously caught the tail blade, and the gun was shaken out of his hands. Buscalo also fell backward and fell into the stagnant water. He struggled to get up to avoid being drowned.

  Sure enough, it was still in vain, he still failed.

  After all, he is a mortal, and it is not that he can defeat bloodthirsty monsters by shouting harsh words.

  Buskalo looked at the demon who rushed towards him, and his brain went blank for a moment.

The deafening sound of gunfire sounded, and one hit hit the demon's head. The figure in midair fell into the stagnant water. It struggled to get up, but soon Sao Liangxi flew over with a folding knife with a knife. Cut off its dancing tail blade.

Another roar sounded, and a demon leaped from the side, but the galloping sword was faster than it. Buscarlo could only see a flash of white light, and then the spike was nailed into the demon’s neck, piercing through it. Spine.

  Someone strode forward and stepped on half-person-high splashes.

  For him, it doesn’t matter if the weapon is opened or not, as long as the strength is strong enough, even if the blade is blunt, it can break bones.

   "Hey drink!"

  Oscar exhaled, screamed, waved his hatchet, and smashed the demon's shoulder fiercely, got up and jumped, grabbed the long sword nailed into the neck, pulled it out forcefully, and cut off most of the demon's head.

  The blood stained his face, without any hesitation, the long sword stabbed again and plunged into the monster's chest. Gradually, it stopped struggling and was swallowed by the rising water.

  Oscar turned his head and smiled at Buscarlo, who asked in a dazed manner.

  "Aren't you a writer?"

  Looking at Oscar covered in blood, Buscarlo suddenly realized that he had never really known this old friend.

   "The writer also wants to go out to collect materials," Oscar held a sword in one hand and a hatchet in the other. "Have you read my "Oscar Wilde Biography"?"

   "No...no," Buscalo shook his head stiffly. "What's wrong."

"It's a pity that you should read it. It is a good book. I mentioned in the book that when I was young, I was a thief, gunman, swordsman, assassin, bandit, bandit, pirate, adventurer, and captain. ..."

   "Oh, yes, there are also those who built the country, to be precise, the ones who built the country before."

   Oscar mumbled, and walked to the next monster.

   "So! People still have to read more!"

   Swinging a long sword and a short axe, under the old body, a mighty force was played, tearing through the hazy rain and fog, and hearing the sound of broken bones.

  (End of this chapter)