Abyss Express

—To my dear old friend: Jack Martin

The safe word I set up for you is [Jack Has Come To], which is written by my own hand and seen by your own eyes. Only one English letter and one punctuation mark can be used to complete this ceremony and wake you up from the blurred dream Sleep.

If you just got up, I am afraid there are still many, many things that you don't understand and don't understand.

I will briefly tell you the story of these years and why I did it.

In November 1888, when it was a chilly season, I discussed with the newspaper the big topic of [Jack the Ripper] not long ago. I didn't know that the murderer was you—so out of curiosity Xin Xin came to London to collect materials from the old site in Edinburgh, and finally found you along the clues.

You were disheartened and told me about Wen Bucai's family affairs.

You tore up his home, killed his wife and daughter, turned this savior into a crazy walking dead, and finally lost this good partner.

I can feel the strong self-destructive desire from your trembling and weeping body—so I want to treat you with soul power.

I wrote six characters for you. These six characters are all fake, without any real prototype. You will become the protagonist in the story and live according to the character attributes of these protagonists.

I believe that the medicine of time can cure you, and it can also cure Wen Bucai.

At that time, I didn't know that we had become [Desperadoes], become immortal weirdos-in order of these characters, you should be called Winston Spencer now.

When I wrote these characters, I really didn't expect you to live for more than 160 years.

This character should be the most sloppy, greasy, most carefree and at ease weird guy I have ever written.

Hope you are having fun during this time of your life, Jack.

But now, you wake up—

— Two of my apprentices have gone to London, and they are going to fight the vampires.

I personally thought that these two young men were fledgling, and they were definitely not the opponents of the old monster who had lived for hundreds of years.

They were so tender they needed a piece of old, spicy ginger for their seasoning.

I immediately thought of you——

——I just hope you can forgive me for sending you into the story I wove without your consent.

——I just hope that you can help my two apprentices regardless of past suspicions.

One of them is Jiang Xueming and the other is Bu Liuxing, both Chinese.

If you can protect them during this journey and help them save their lives, I will pray to God and worship Buddha.

I'll have someone order you a new suit and build you a new gun.

What do you want, you can tell me directly.

Let's have a drink together after it's all over.

There is another story I want to tell you in detail—

——A story about the underground world that you don't know at all, that you have never dabbled in.

You may not believe it, but there is an underground pit thousands of meters below the Tower of London, where there is a railway station called Skydome Station, which leads to the vast underground world.

Good luck hunting, Jack.

May you dance with the wind all the way.

—David Victor

"It's really rare." Jack Martin leaned against the streetlight of the "Times" building, pulled the brim of his hat to keep out the wind and rain, and read the letter over and over again.

His blood-red eyes showed a little playfulness, and the messy golden hair was squeezed out from the slit of his hat.

"Mr. Victor! You actually humbly begged me for mercy."

The corners of his mouth were cracked to the root of his neck, and there was an ecstatic and hearty smile in his heart.

"More than a hundred years have passed, it seems that the butcher's knife of time has cut you beyond recognition——I almost can't recognize you."

His mood is joyful, bright and floating.

Put away the envelope and pull out another kill list.

The densely packed names on it are already crossed with red lines, which are vampires who have been killed, and the little helpers of vampires.

He is waiting for the last prey to appear.

The Times is one of the three major newspapers in the United Kingdom. In order to distinguish it from rumor-mongering tabloids such as RED TOPS, these official media authorities usually use large black fonts as headlines, and they are also newspapers that deliver the most severe and serious news to British citizens.

Along with the industrial revolution, the printing industry began to take off, and the struggle between red and black never stopped.

Jack Martin shook his head and muttered to himself.

"Ah, yes, yes, you say yours, and I say mine."

"I said this is true and that is false."

"Someone loves the Queen's little corgi and cares about the royal dog."

"Someone wants to read the love story of the market, and cares about the widow's waist."

"Mr. Victor, how did you make such a role for me in the end?"

"It's like running out of ink in a stomach, and finally have to find a random one to fill it in."

"I'm going crazy! I'm going to scratch the skin from my neck to my chest. I've been wronged for more than 20 years. I've run into walls everywhere in this damn place, and my nose is about to collapse—"

"——When I was a student, the teacher disliked me. After work, the boss gave me small shoes. A good brother who had nothing to do with me asked me to do human meat business with him. In the past two years, I talked to the old people around Downing Street about epidemic prevention. In the end, they Point to my nose and call me crazy."

"I'm so angry, but now it's the Count of Monte Cristo, like a cool man."

"I'm a little confused whether I'm Winston Spencer? Jack Martin? Or George Joseph? Any other names?"

"But there's one thing I'm sure of."

"I want to go on a killing spree right now."

"The effect of your psychotherapy is outstanding, Mr. Victor, just like I am waiting for your new book, now I have a strong sense of hunger in my heart."

"In the past hundred years, how many new works have you written?"

"I"

Before the words were finished, gunshots rang out from the direction of the Times Building.

The bullet hit the lamp post of the street lamp, and Jack tensed up, hiding behind the lamp post.

"Do you have a sense of public morality? The road administration spent so much money! Just to shoot you a target? Here is my head! Aim for it!"

A panicked and frightened voice came from the darkness, it was a woman.

"Winston Spencer? Are you Winston Spencer?"

Jack Martin shouted back: "Don't you know who you are going to kill before you shoot? My God! My God! What a horrible monster you are!"

The woman was so frightened that she cried, and said aggrievedly: "You must be that murderer. So many people have died in major newspapers these two days, are you going to take my life?"

Jack held up the hunting list, glanced at it, and casually announced a name.

"Are you Ram?"

"wrong!"

"Are you Rem?"

"no"

"Oh! Then you are Kerim!"

"That's a man's name! He's dead, he's the Guardian's assistant general manager! Died three hours ago!"

Jack pouted: "Then the name can be crossed out, sorry."

"No. You don't have to be so polite." Only then did the woman realize that this man was indeed the murderer she had thought.

Jack went on: "Let me see, oh! You must be Jolie! Isn't it?"

No sound came from the pitch-black Times Building.

Immediately afterwards, there was continuous gunfire——

——5.56 rifle shells bombed on the lamp post of the street lamp.

Qiao Li squatted by the side window of the history exhibition hall on the first floor, her eyes were full of anger, fear and hatred.

She realized she was exposed, spotted by the horrific hunter.

There is no place for her in London anymore, and all the glory and wealth of the past will become a dream.

She worked for Matron Mary, worked for vampires, and made up stories for the blood nobles.

In this era, red and black are mixed together.

Whether it is a red title or a black title.

- They are all telling lies.

As the weekly producer of The Times, she has long joined the ranks of blood nobles.

She is confident enough to kill this unknown white pigeon rider.

This confidence comes from the weapon in her hands, from the best-selling AR-15 rifle in modern society.

She was prepared, unlike other idiots and hapless ghosts.

Fortunately, she was ready early and was always ready to kill this murderer who blocked her way of wealth and life.

Rifle rounds can smash that unsightly lamp post!

Let me see some blood! —— Jolie thought so.

She has rich combat experience, has patrolled with Mistress Mary many times, and is also a thorn in the side of the Green Gold Guard in the underground world.

Thirty rounds of ammunition were gone, and there was still a pre-loaded life-saving round in the bolt.

She didn't dare to make any reloading actions, and only saw the big hat on the street lamp slowly fall down.

"What?"

At this moment, her heart trembled, as if she had seen a ghost.

The target disappeared - disappeared under her nose.

All that remains is the lone hood and a radio.

Jack Martin's relentless mockery came over the radio.

"Modern weapons are awesome! Did the crossfire from the cap dazzle your eyes? Want to know where I am, Jolly?"

Before she finished speaking, under the warm light in the exhibition hall, Qiao Li felt chills all over her body. Her skull was about to deform and crack due to the strong fear, like a stress response, and she was about to turn into a bat and flee from here immediately.

But once she turns into a bat shape, she will lose the qualification to shoot. The thick rat-bat-like knuckles can't fit into the trigger guard at all, and the body armor and helmet on her body will also lose their protective effect.

She had no choice but to bite the bullet, stood up with the gun, used the display cabinet as a temporary shelter, and was about to change the bullets——

"—Oh! Oh! I heard the sound of the magazine latching." Jack Martin followed, and his voice was like a ghost, coming from all directions.

Jolie's nerves that had been relaxed just now tensed up immediately, and she didn't dare to make any moves.

"But I didn't hear the sound of the magazine falling to the ground. You are hesitating, right? You must still have a bullet—a 5.56 caliber steel core armored bullet. Even if it just hits the body, the terrifying rolling effect of the bullet will still A big hole in the flesh. I touched this weapon in the military school."

Qiao Li cursed loudly: "Don't be so fucking pretending!"

Jack: "Isn't it inappropriate for you, a vampire, to say these things?"

Qiao Li was frightened and lost her mind: "I have already called the police! The police will be here soon!"

Jack: "Isn't it inappropriate for you, a vampire, to say these things?"

Qiao Li gritted her teeth: "Guess who the police officer will help? Is it you or me?"

Jack: "That's interesting. According to what you say, these tax thieves may really shoot and kill me, an enthusiastic citizen."

Jolie was furious: "What on earth do you want? Winston Spencer! Anything you want! I can give it to you! You have made me restless these two days! I dare not hire a bodyguard Come to protect yourself - we all say in the small circle of vampires that you can disguise makeup, you can hide Reiatsu, you are a ubiquitous and omnipotent murderer, you are Jack the Ripper"

"Don't say that, I'm so sad—the reason why I chatted with you for so long." Jack paced by the display cabinet without making a sound, "It's to keep your brain in a state of excitement all the time, so as not to You cold-blooded creature smells me, feels my body."

Qiao Li's pupils shrank and focused in an instant, and it took less than half a second for her to go from frightened and vigilant to terrified.

For the remaining half a second, she couldn't move anymore.

She felt herself bound by invisible threads, like a puppet.

Jack told the truth: "The flip side is that now that I'm notorious, any gun dealer in the underworld won't be willing to sell me a guy - I'll have to find another way. At this distance, my [spirit power] is just right I can hold you."

Jack's fingertips were entwined with a vague steel cable.

Unlike Wen Bucai and Victor, it doesn't even have a complete human form.

With the death of the big head, it became the broken soul of Jack Martin.

"Joe, you can't kill you with a meat saw, can you? You're wearing a stab-proof suit and a bullet-proof vest—all gear."

With a light flick of Jack's finger, Jolie's body stood up violently as the steel cable pulled her up.

From the two sides of the exhibit cabinet, a person and a ghost are watching from afar.

However, at a distance of twelve meters, it is easy to aim and shoot.

It's just that the vampire has a gun, but he can't lift the hand holding the gun.

It's just that the hunter didn't have a gun, and there was still some silver jewelry from the display cabinet left in his pocket.

Jolie yelled, "What the hell did you do to me - let me go!"

With a blank expression on his face, Jack dug out a lot of cultural relics from the counter.

"Look down and take a good look, don't move - my soul power is very sharp."

Qiao Li hugged the rifle tightly, lowered her head slightly, and saw her arms and torso were bound and entangled by a golden rope. Under the fierce struggle, the bare skin on her wrist was already bleeding——the super-healing ability of a vampire body Almost swallowing these steel cables into the body.

"Fuck" Qiao Li gritted her teeth, gained anger from the severe pain, and regained determination and courage from the anger, "Fuck, fuck!"

"No, no, no! No, no, no! Don't" Jack's movements became faster and more agile. While picking out parts from the counter, he just put the cartridge of the Mark VI revolver on the body of the Colt Python. "I'll be fast! Don't worry!"

slap-

——Qiao Li's violent struggle caused her arm to be broken, followed by a miserable scream.

She couldn't break free from this weird rope, and didn't dare to change shape, so she could only watch the enemy triumphantly play with antiques, preparing to use the rags from a hundred years ago to give herself the final blow.

Jack worked together for a long time, and finally got the stitch monster in his hand.

"There's good news! Jolie!"

Jolie said viciously: "Fuck you."

Jack: "The good news is, I got the job done."

Qiao Li threatened: "You can't kill me! Come on! How many bullets do you have?! When you run out of bullets! I will change back to my original shape and eat you alive!"

"But the bad news is." Jack threw away the Stitch Monster casually. This kind of strange gun that was seized temporarily couldn't fire any bullets at all, and even the paper shell bullets couldn't guarantee the hit rate: "I don't plan to use it—— Sorry to disappoint you."

"So what do you mean by apologizing to me all the time!" Qiao Li almost went crazy.

Jack immediately changed his expression, from disappointed and disappointed to happy, with a ferocious smile - he took out a big baby from behind.

That's a Remington stock, a Winchester barrel, a muzzle-loading flintlock, a smoothbore suture monster for any shotgun.

"Good news! Jolie!"

Two rows of big white teeth give a confident and powerful smile.

Jack's expression was distorted, and he was almost so happy that he passed out.

"I'm afraid this antique has only one chance to shine! What am I going to put in it? Can you guess it, Jolie?"

Qiao Li's eyes changed drastically, and almost all her arrogance was instantly extinguished.

While stuffing black gunpowder into the muzzle, Jack took pieces of silver jewelry from the showcase, and stuffed the broken glass from the counter into it.

"Don't, don't, don't, don't!" Qiao Li shouted, "Don't!"

At this distance, the smoothbore shotgun could shatter all of her bare upper body, including the neck and face that were not protected by body armor, no need to aim, just raise the gun and fire.

"No no no no no! No! I beg you! Winston! Winston Spencer! You have the first and last name of Prime Minister Churchill! You are a noble man, aren't you?! You wouldn't treat a woman Such a cruel hand!"

Jack asked impatiently: "But you said no, what exactly is it?"

Qiao Li immediately shouted: "Don't put silverware in the barrel of the gun anymore! Don't put any more silverware in the barrel!"

Jack's head was like a big light bulb of wisdom.

"Oh! You're so sweet! This charge will explode—yes! I have to thank you!"

Immediately afterwards——

——The hunter raised his gun, and at that moment, there seemed to be stars in the dark muzzle of the gun.

"Thank you, little girl!"

Qiao Li only felt that her body regained freedom in an instant.

That's the steel cable wires moving rapidly, easily cutting through the body armor, even the bulletproof inserts, it's the moment when the door of death is wide open——

——The golden circular pendulum rested on her forehead.

"Listen! For Whom the Bell Tolls!"

Gold and silver flames spewed from ancient shotguns.

The dark blood was splashed on the dark red door——

——The silverware was almost melted by the dragon roar-like gun flame, rolled and burned in the shattered bulletproof vest, and merged with the vampire's flesh.

With just one shot, Jolie turned into a mass of black ash.

From a vampire to a vampire.

"Ah-ah-eh!-whew!"

Jack threw away half of the fire stick in his hand, and danced rough and clumsy steps in the exhibition hall.

Suddenly raised his hand and pointed, suddenly raised his waist and let his hips go.

"Now! You! Satisfied! Old hags of the Rosary Church!"

Jack Martin blows a kiss to the camera.

"Are you angry? Are you going to catch me?"

The blond boy wrapped his coat tightly like a ghost.

"Try it! Call more people! Call all the people next to you! I am your confidant!"

Instantly turned into smoke and disappeared.

"Hahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahaha!—"

[Real name: David Victor]

[Soul Might: Highway To Hell Highway To Hell]

[Destructive Power: D]

[Speed: C]

[Range distance: C]

[Sustainability: A]

[Precision: A]

[Growth: A]

[Special Ability ①[Flying in Hell·Highway To Hell]: The handwriting written with any stationery, after the organism observes or recognizes it, the spirit of the organism will be trapped in it until the study is completed and the text is fully understood The content cannot be stopped before, and cannot be interrupted by strong sound or light, or a huge vibration external force. In this state, nothing can stop the [reading] behavior of the biological body, until David Victor took the initiative to pass [safety Word] to lift the soul power. ]

[Special Ability ②[Create Your Legend·Make your legends]: When David Victor uses stationery to write text content on organisms, it must be understandable and readable, full of literary and logical words and sentences. The organism will use any method, regardless of the cost, to complete the written content——

——At the same time, David Victor himself will also be affected by the abilities of [Hell Highway], including the sixth sense of hearing, touch, smell, taste, vision and psychics, and the intuitive perception of beasts——David Victor At this moment, it will imitate the behavior of living organisms as much as possible, and experience the physiological perception of living things involuntarily and uncontrollably, including past memories, perceptions that are being felt, and premonitions of future expectations, until David Victor takes the initiative Use [safe word] to disarm the soul power]

[Remarks: Highway To Hell is a restless and fanatical famous single by the rock band AC/DC]

[Remark II: Make your legends, from the quiet and peaceful piano piece Make Your Own Legends by Ronnie Savage]