Section 200 Target

Blanche stood there blankly, her face full of despair and grief. Her body became soft, as if all the power was instantly lost from her body. She tilted her body weakly and collapsed on the sofa. She loosened her fingers that tightly grasped the pulley ring, closed her eyes, buried her entire face deep in the middle of her hands, and sobbed silently.

"I won't let you die, and I can't bear to let you die. I've played with hundreds of women, but I haven't developed such a strong interest in any of them. Girl, you should feel lucky. There are wild beasts and men everywhere in this world, but I will hold you as a treasure in my palm. You probably have read too many damn books from the old era, and there is nothing to cry about. You are mine, and you will always be-"

Boris's voice was still arrogant, full of naked wildness and pride.

Lin Xiang looked at this scene coldly, and the cold eyes emitting from his black eyes swept across Boris's body, slowly stayed on Blanche, and then said lightly: "Blanche, I'll ask for it one last time. Are you... willing to go with this man?"

"No...no...never--"

Blanche's hands tightly covered her face, and a choked sound came from her fingers, intermittently, vaguely and crying, but the meaning of the representation was extremely clear.

"You don't have the right to refuse. By the way, you'd better not challenge my patience again and again. Yes, I like you, but there is a limit to everything. If you insist on doing it alone, I will satisfy your wishes and make you die ugly. There is no difference between living people and copying people. You can do whatever you want with your clothes and skirts-"

Boris smiled in the side of his vagina, staring at Lin Xiang, who seemed to have not moved in the sculpture. He smiled demonstrably: "Women are like this, and they will occasionally get a little temper. Just press their butt and beat them hard, or use other methods to let them understand the truth, and they will become regular again. Hehehehe! Discipline your wife, this should have nothing to do with the respected Skeleton Knights!"

Lin Xiang played with the vacuum syringe filled with blood in his hand and said in a low and magnetic voice: "The topic is far from the topic. I only believe in the fact that my eyes see - Blanche does not admit that the relationship between you and her is that simple."

"About this matter, she doesn't count on you-"

Boris stretched out his bloody red tongue and licked his lips: "Don't be shameless. You are not a skeleton knight. I have promised not to sell "Jet" in this city and are willing to compensate for all the damaged items. As for this woman's problem, I believe your boss will meet my requirements. If you are smart enough, shut your mouth as soon as possible. Otherwise, I will suck your beautiful and round little butt hard at a specific time and at a specific location."

"Yeah?"

A hint of heart-wrenching cold flashed in Lin Xiang's eyes, and he said lightly: "You seem to have forgotten a little - dead people will never have any requests."

As he said that, he forced himself to unscrew the rubber sconce on the vacuum syringe, put the tube containing dark red blood to his lips, opened his mouth, and poured all of the slightly salty and fishy liquid into his mouth.

Expansion is the only thinking consciousness in Lin Xiang’s brain at this moment.

A few drops of foreign liquid that do not belong to them quickly merge into the viruses parasitic in the cells. They desperately catalyze everything in their bodies at a terrible speed. The virus is like a sudden injection of a super-large dose of stimulant, and the whole body is full of primitive and excited desires. They rush left and right inside the cells, stirring the condensed cytoplasm into boiling magma, and biting and hitting it with all their strength, forcibly expanding the narrow inner wall and supporting the outer to the limit of rupture. Perhaps they sensed that their nests could be burst at any time. While squeezing wildly, the virus also released powerful energy to repair the damaged cracks on the cell wall, covering them layer by layer, making it become thicker and stronger.

The power quickly spreads to every nerve ending along the transmission of the central nerve. It seems like a huge current suddenly collapses from the depths of the spinal cord, instantly penetrating through the body, transmitting stimulation and violent sensation to all corners of the bones, muscles, and skin. Lin Xiang only feels an indescribable swelling feeling in the body. They urgently need to find the outlet for release, and even every pore is transmitted from the breath of energy. They are too many, too strong, too strong, soaking blood to boil, pulling muscles to tremble, and even the brain that controls the entire body begins to gradually lose its calmness, falling into more and more stimulating, and becoming more and more and more hot and crazy.

The power generated by blood fusion is too powerful. When the body has not yet fully adapted and accepted by it, they are the masters who control everything.

Boris kept looking at Lin Xiang. He didn't think that this ordinary person who had no energy to expose him could pose a threat to him. Yes, he did violate the interests of the Skeleton Knights, but this kind of thing could be compensated. Moreover, he also had various reasons to be argued. Thinking of this, his frowning brows slowly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth were also bent upward, revealing a cold sarcasm--in his opinion, Lin Xiang's threatening language was actually the pale and powerless intimidation of the weak. Apart from showing helpless anger and despair, it would not have any effect at all.

What the eyes can see is very deceptive. Of course, he could not see that just inside Lin Xiang's body, the genes were disintegrating at an astonishing speed, and were quickly reorganized under the urging of the virus, strengthening cells swarming from all directions, forming indestructible combination chains, firmly building each gene component into it, forming a tightly bound symbiosis. The surging force was rolling back and forth in the meridian muscles, as if a hungry and ferocious beast was roaring and roaring in a terrifying voice.

Boris is used to using his breath to judge the strength of his opponent. Not only him, but every mutant human with evolutionary power will use this method to compare the power between each other. But no one would have thought that there would be parasites in this world who could not detect the breath out. This is like a killer holding a weapon and powerful force, hiding under a layer of weak and powerless disguise like a baby, slowly walking towards himself with a smile.

Lin Xiang calmly took out the m500 on his other belt, and in front of Boris, he pressed five amazing point 50-caliber bullets into the slot in sequence, closed the wheel, raised the gun body, and slowly incorporated Boris' head into the center of the sight.

His movements were slow and light, and Boris felt no threat at all. On the contrary, he even thought this behavior was ridiculous and funny.

"Young man, the gun is useless to me-"

Boris laughed and shook his head: "You will never understand the relationship between speed and strength. I admit that the gun in your hand is indeed terrible. This kind of thing is really useful to deal with women. You can use it as a substitute for your penis when you are weak. Hahaha! As for me... the speed of the bullets is too slow, and they will never be able to catch up with me."

"Yeah?"

Lin Xiang had a faint smile on his lips, and the muscles on the back of his palm suddenly started to wriggle, and the blood vessels protruding from the skin also seemed even thicker. The fingers and palms that held the gun handle were so tight that there was no gap. He put the gun ring into the index finger of the trigger, and also shrank slightly in the direction of the side.

Boris put away the smile on his face and his expression became so cold and solemn - this beautiful young boy is definitely not a joke, he may pull the trigger hard at any time.

Boris didn't understand where the terrible calmness and calmness came from? Even a three-year-old child knew that ordinary people would never become opponents of parasites. As a member of the Skeleton Knights, why did he still show such a rigid and even annoying stubbornness?

"Bang--"

Lin Xiang suddenly moved and pulled the trigger hard at Boris' unexpected speed. The m500 roared as Boris expected, ejecting a bullet with a hot flame tail from the muzzle and rotating, roaring and breaking through the air, shooting straight to his eyebrows.

Boris clearly saw the trajectory of the bullets flying. The moment Lin Xiang pulled the trigger with his finger, he had already stepped forward and stepped heavily on the ground, dragging his entire body to quickly shifted to the left side by about twenty centimeters. His reaction was extremely fast. The eyeballs manipulated by the mutant virus could form images in the brain in the form of slow frame images.

As he himself said - the gun has no effect on him. Even if he is aimed and fired, the bullet cannot exceed the speed of his body's movement. He can only pass through the air, leaving a trace with a pungent smoke smell.

"ah--"

The brief and sharp scream instantly cut through the room that was almost suffocating and dull. Boris suddenly turned around and saw that Brook's chest, who was sitting on the sofa behind him, was almost blown up. The alloy projectiles in the Magnum warhead dispersed like a rain screen. Alloy particles broke through Brook's chest under the power of kinetic energy, and their skin kept rolling and deforming, tearing his hard and strong muscle fibers into his heart and blood vessels, forming an extremely terrifying and fatal wound.

"Save, save me...I, I don't want to...I don't want to die..."

Brooke's eyes widened and stared at his broken chest in disbelief. The rolling blood surged up along the esophagus and overflowed from the center of his lips. Brooke held his hands and trembled desperately in the air. He instinctively wanted to grab something to block the blood flowing in the chest, and even slowly smoothed the broken skin and restored his intact look a few seconds ago. However, the consciousness in his brain became increasingly indifferent and blurred... In the end, he could only lie on the sofa with the last resentment and despair in his pupils, leaning weakly on the sofa, unable to move.

Boris, whose eyes were blood-red, suddenly turned around, but saw Lin Xiang hanging down the m500 in his hand, and at the same time, he took out a bullet from his pocket with an extremely flexible movement and stuffed it into the gun chamber with force.

The target Lin Xiang was aiming at was not Boris at all, but Brooke, who was sitting behind him, almost in the same line. The tall Boris completely blocked Brooke's vision. Out of trust in his strength and the atmosphere of talking that was slightly slightest but never broke up even though he was slightly gunpowder, Brooke did not feel any alert. He kept sitting next to him watching the show. Like Boris, he was used to using his breath to judge his strength, and did not regard Lin Xiang as an opponent worthy of vigilance. He was caught off guard and naturally shot him.

Boris is too powerful. Even if he uses the blood he gets from him to successfully advance, Lin Xiang dares not relax at all. He must minimize other dangerous factors. With the extreme speed, Brooke, who has the power of a five-star parasitic, can easily avoid the Magnum warhead. Lin Xiang just uses the other party's contempt mentality and inertial thinking to solve it with one shot from an unexpected angle.

As long as you have chances and coincidences, ordinary people can also kill parasites. In the final analysis, they still belong to humans.

“…you, what have you done—”

Boris' chest and abdomen were getting bigger and bigger. He swallowed his dry throat hard and roared in a trembling voice: "You actually killed Brooke... do you know who he is? Klester only has this son. Even if all the Skeleton Knights of Crescent City were dispatched, he would not let you go-"

At this time, Boris still attributed Lin Xiang's actions to the instruction of the Skeleton Knights.

Lin Xiang smiled faintly, without giving any explanation, pointing the thick gun at his forehead again.

"Why? Why do you guys do this?"

Boris roared angrily: "I have promised to make compensation and decided to give up the deal. Why don't I let me go? Is the Skeleton Knights really planning to go to full war with the "Claws"?"

Suddenly, Boris bounced up from the chair like a fierce black panther. His thick fist held the force calculated in tons, and with lightning wrapped around the surface of the fist, he smashed Lin Xiang's face hard. At the same time, he burst out with a roar: "Die! The small/mixed species of the Skeleton Knights--"

"Bang--"

The fist did not hit Lin Xiang's face as he thought, but was blocked in the air about ten centimeters away from his body, and a dull sound burst out.

An ice wall that appeared at some point separated the two people in their own different spaces. Through the transparent ice cube, Boris saw Lin Xiang moving his right hand down, and the muzzle passed by his head and neck, pointing again to the chest where his heart was.

Boris was never afraid of bullets. With absolute speed, bullets could never keep up with the movement. He believed that Lin Xiang should understand this truth. He didn't know why Lin Xiang used this kind of attack method without any effect. Brooke's death can be attributed to an accident, but now... he finally figured out one thing-this beautiful young man who looked nothing strange and had no supernatural aura was actually a hidden mutant.

There is no doubt that the ice wall that appeared out of thin air was his masterpiece.

He actually has special abilities?

Since entering Hidden Moon City, Boris has been afraid for the first time. The m500 in Lin Xiang's hand was not as ridiculous as it was at the beginning. He turned his head and consciously avoided the gun. For him, who had an amazing speed, the threat of the gun was almost ignored, but it was a gun after all. Once the bullet hit the vital point, what awaited him was death.

With a light "crack", Boris popped up a slender blade from his right cuff. He bowed his body forward, held the knife in his backhand and cut flat across the surface of the ice wall, breaking through the thick transparent obstacle. Lin Xiang made a judgment almost instantly, his body swayed and rushed towards Boris. The left hand holding the gun pulled the trigger at an unimaginable speed, and the open right hand met Boris' left fist attacking from the side. At the moment when the fist and palm collided, subtle and dense explosions kept ringing around, and the powerful force made the two people shaking back and forth involuntarily.

Holding Lin Xiang's right hand tightly, Boris suddenly jumped up from the ground with this support, and avoided the flying bullet with agile body. At the same time, the right hand holding the knife slashed straight from the air and slashed Lin Xiang's shoulder and neck. As a last resort, Lin Xiang had to let go of the hand holding the gun and grabbed Boris' right wrist tightly, so that the sharp blade stayed in the air, and was squeezed and pushed by two powerful forces, and could no longer go further.

Boris showed a grim smile on his mouth, and the muscles on his left arm suddenly shook, and another blade suddenly popped out from his cuff, piercing Lin Xiang's palm holding his fist. The slender and thin metal blade tip slid down in sequence, cutting the entire arm like cutting tofu. It was not until he was approaching the shoulder joint that Lin Xiang endured the severe pain and left his body to the side, stuck tightly in the hard bone crack.

"Hehehehe! Death-"

Boris smiled proudly, let go of his hand shaking his knife, and was about to clench his fist to attack from the front, but unexpectedly discovered that Lin Xiang's slightly painful face actually showed a strange smile.

"boom--"
Chapter completed!