Abyss Express

Foreword:

What a person shows off shows what is lacking in his heart.

Dale Carnegie丨The Weakness of Human Nature

[Part① Food Program]

The power of the induction cooker is up to 2,200 watts, and a layer of high-temperature steam will be generated between the steak and the frying pan, so that you can get the leg steak overflowing with juice, charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

The knife separated the tendons and blood vessels, and after Jason Megan performed secondary processing, he divided the ingredients into finer pieces, and then served them to the captives' mouths.

Haitang showed fear, watching the brightly colored plate of food come in front of him, it was his thigh, the flesh of his body.

After Jason Megan's careful cooking, the quick action of handling the meat, the aroma is overflowing when it comes out of the pan, it is the oil and nitrite flavor of the protein with the holy blood mycelium-all these make the heart of the ogre Cracks appeared.

Blood-granting monsters have always been the only ones that cannibalize humans. How can there be any reason for humans to cook blood-granting monsters?

At first, Haitang took the threat of Anonymous as a joke, until the gunsmith resumed his old job, picking and picking at the animal's thigh with a butcher knife, and finally cut off a piece of brightly colored and plump fat leg meat, Haitang finally collapsed.

"I want to make a special statement." The gunsmith asked Mr. Harman to raise his arms and raise the phone camera a little higher, "We are dealing with a bloodthirsty monster. The things hanging on the wall are no longer human beings. He has lost his human rights. So this video can be viewed as a gourmet show for all ages."

The gunsmith smiled and greeted the consul.

"When you see this video, it may be over. Here you can advertise several non-staple food, grain and oil manufacturers in District 41."

"Hey! Jason!"

With that said, the camera panned to Jason Megan——

——Mr. Jason is obviously a little shy, his face is pale in the video view, and he is very nervous. Whether it is his wolf eyes or his personality, he is not suitable for facing the camera.

He embarrassedly introduced the simple kitchen.

"Today our main dish is the leg meat of a blood-granting monster. The gunsmith specially chose the right leg because this monster is right-handed, a typical right-hander."

"Some old viewers who want to eat may want to ask. Generally speaking, the limbs that are exerted at the limit of strenuous exercise seem to taste sour and the taste is not very good."

At this time, Jason beckoned the camera to follow, holding a bottle of mirin soy sauce in his hand.

"We can add white sugar, honey or fructose as appropriate, as well as seasonings from Denton's family. I came to District 41 for another purpose, which is to take a look at the soybean soy sauce stored in the cellar of the green stone man Denton. You can’t buy this stuff anywhere else, and the cost of online shopping is extremely high.”

Jason asked Harman to lower his head, and sent the camera to Haitang's right leg.

"As you can see, although this is a piece of red meat, the quality of the meat seems to be inferior to that of the left leg, but what?"

Saying so, Jason took out a knife, cut a hole in Haitang's left leg, and brought a small basin to hold the blood.

Haitang immediately struggled in pain, but his body was out of control, his joints and main tendons were pierced by sharp objects, but within a few seconds, the strong sense of powerlessness made him calm down again.

Jason compared the two wounds and explained in a decent manner.

"In order to provide energy for the right leg, there will be more fat on the right side of the body. The gunsmith used to be a very good butcher."

Jiang Xueming: "It's the same now."

Jason immediately changed his words: "Yes, yes, it is still the same now, he is very particular about the way he cuts the meat, the holy blood is a fusion of the Vita brand and various disaster beast DNA, and it also contains many similar The characteristics of single-chain fungi to control the energy balance of the blood-donating unit's physical body."

"So the gunsmith took this piece of meat, which was almost the fattest and tenderest piece of the animal.

"I used two kinds of wine to wake up its fungal characteristics, one is Hongshiren's Baiweifang cellar, called [Brotherhood], it is barley spirits with a strong aroma, and the other is our four For the wines of the Greenstone people around the tenth district, I chose the new batch of Weilik brand last winter, where the sun is fierce, the nights are cold, and the sweetness of the grapes is very high, which can make very powerful wines."

"The meat of the blood-granting unit, after the alcohol is proofed, the holy blood will naturally secrete a fresh and sweet taste."

"The barley spirit from Beverly Hills will make it a little bit saltier, and the wine will neutralize the sourness."

"I chose two kinds of spices for these two leg steaks. One is thyme and the fishy smell of Xiaojun liver to create the unique bloody smell of the Mad Butterfly Sacred Cult, and let this heavy-tasting delicacy go straight to the theme."

"Another spice method is to use honey to roast milk, add golden maltose flowers together, and become an embellishment when arranging the plate. I will let the later brother put the link of the online store of milk and honey under the video."

"Ultimately it's a meal drink, with berries and vegetables."

"Enough! Enough! Enough! Enough! Enough!" With a wind chime stuffed in his mouth, Haitang was still growling hysterically, almost insane, fearing to destroy him.

Just imagine, there is such a chef who hangs you as an ingredient, breaks you down and puts you in the pot when you are conscious, and clearly explains the advantages and disadvantages of cooking techniques and ingredients. This process is slow and painful. And most importantly——

——The gunsmith doesn't seem to be going to stop, he has to cut more meat and cook more dishes.

He wanted to deliver the dish to Haitang's mouth one by one, so that the blood-granting monster would lose its essence and feel hungry while swallowing at his own dish.

Jiang Xueming: "Are you going to confess and be lenient? No need, there's really no need for that."

Haitang: "Kill me, kill me"

Jiang Xueming: "I just have one question, what's in the suitcase?"

The box has been sent to the freezer section of the refrigerator. Jiang Xueming is very sensitive to explosives. It has no mechanical sound, no steel wire sound, and no balanced tilt trigger mechanism. If it is an electronic fuze, it will be fine if it is frozen.

No matter how capable the Immortals are, it is impossible to get a mini-nuclear bomb in Aohan Mingde's territory. Such a small box, if it is not an explosive with extremely high energy density, would be a trivial matter for Fragrant Huanmeng.

"I don't know. I. I don't know! Can you kill me? Please kill me..." Haitang whimpered, with tears in her eyes: "Don't let him, don't let him approach me, don't."

The poor guy looked at Jason Megan, never wanting to suffer the pain of being separated again.

"But I still don't recommend you to try this dish at home." Jason's tone became cold and ended the recording: "The high temperature in the home kitchen can't kill the Vita brand, unless you are going to burn this piece of meat Coke can completely kill the virus, all in all, there is a risk of eating. "

Jiang Xueming didn't say anything, and nodded with Jason.

Jason Megan grinned: "Here we come! My favorite part!"

Haitang's eyes lit up——

—Are you going to end my life?

Going to be one?

It's finally coming together! ?

But the expected tranquility has not come for a long time, only the singing and dancing of flames.

The gunsmith used local materials and made a simple water pump circulation machine with the water supply pipe of the floor heating. He brought the shower head of the bathroom and used the very expensive freeze-dried powder of Mrs. Bai from the Luna Cup period, about 400 grams, worth four One thousand one hundred and eighteen pyroxene coins, my wife would call him a prodigal when she saw it.

These Mrs. Bai's products enter the water circulation system transformed by the floor heating, are splashed from the shower head, and are heated by the water heater. It is just 91 degrees Celsius that can make the coffee emit aroma. It soaks the scalp of the crabapple. Blood and Vita's brand are delicately balanced.

A large brazier was placed under Haitang's feet, and it was slowly baked at a simmering fire of about 400 degrees. The death of this ogre was slow and painful.

Mr. Harman asked: "Isn't it a little cruel?"

"He is such a kind man," the gunsmith sighed, "I must have never watched the live broadcast of Lawrence Madison."

Jason stood shoulder to shoulder with the gunsmith, and sighed together: "If you want to deal with demons, you have to use Hades' methods."

The delicate balance of water and fire, the pull back and forth between life and death, turned into extreme pain enjoyment, destroying Haitang's vocal cords again and again, and made him howl several times when his consciousness was dying.

Mr. Haman swallowed his saliva, and the strange sound that could be heard from time to time could shatter the glass in the room. The tide of psionic energy emitted by the victim before his death caused the room temperature to drop sharply, and the smooth wooden floor had already been covered with a layer of frost.

At the moment when the holy blood collapsed, the minions of the eternal life tightened all over, and the skin quickly shriveled. Not a single red butterfly flew out, and no virus was left behind. It turned into fine pink sand, which fell into the brazier. Immediately deflagrated, the purple-red flame disappeared.

Yes, he is dead!

[Part ② Not enough intelligence]

A crack appeared in the camera of Mr. Harman's mobile phone. It was Haitang's high-frequency scream before he died, which shattered the glass of the lens.

However, this video has been preserved, and it will become new material for Guangling Zhixi, and it will be played on a loop in the propaganda department and public areas of the rapid reaction force every day.

Mr. Haman turned around in confusion and asked the two VIPs.

"That's it? He died? And then? Aren't you two going to ask for some useful information?"

Jiang Xueming said frankly: "From the beginning, I didn't intend to ask him to confess. He was just being sentimental—babbling [I won't say anything], who does this guy think he is? President of the United States ? Do I want his VISA? Or the online payment password?"

Jason Megan also has the same attitude: "The efficiency of extorting a confession is too low, it is better to check it yourself."

In the expeditions over the years, many captives were captured in the process of destroying the Mad Butterfly Sacred Cult. The gunsmith summed up a complete set of execution methods, except that there was no forced confession—most of these minions of the Mad Butterfly Sacred Cult were not afraid of death , the things in his mind are even more strange, and the information obtained by pressing the question does not have much practical significance.

They can use ingenious language skills to tell a hundred truths, but as long as there is a lie in it, it will be fatal to the soldiers.

Gunsmiths would never believe the enemy's nonsense, even if these blood-granting units cried bitterly, vowed to mend their ways, bet on a blood curse, and committed suicide to prove their innocence, it was useless.

There are only two exceptions, Flavia and Duran, and they have been controlled by Victor's soul power. After years of military service and corvee service, these two blood-granting units were washed ashore.

From the very beginning, the moment Haitang was defeated, only cruel slaughter greeted him.

It is a painful and slow disappearance from this world without leaving any possibility of the virus spreading.

As for what he said, what information he gave, what kind of benevolence and morality he talked about, or trying to use profit leverage to save his life, none of these worked——

—The gunsmith wouldn't listen at all.

The Wings of Light of this immortal is dead, but his equipment can speak, his clothes, his shopping records, his mobile phone and Bluetooth matching devices will actively speak and finish what he has not said.

Pellerini's round is over.

There are too many clues in the room, too many, too many.

Haitang's accompanying equipment has carrying equipment, but no bulletproof vests and firearms. These things are contraband in the Luna Cup competition area, so Pellerini can't get them. Before going to Marley Perot's house, the soldiers' weapons have never entered the city, and they are all hidden in the stronghold in the wild. .

Pellellini, who hides behind the scenes and dispatches troops, is an existence with superior intelligence among the immortals.

At this moment, he was also faintly worried——

——With imaging technology in modern society, cameras, high-speed cameras, electronic eyes and chemical tracers, etc., coupled with the tracking ability of the green and half wolf, it seems that no one can completely stay out of it and be an invisible person.

Fifty years ago, he was able to effortlessly manipulate armed conflicts between several regions. He is a brilliant political wisdom, coupled with rough political means, he can complete a variety of fine operations.

All it takes is a few mistresses, or a few dead babies, a cup of poisoned wine, and a quack doctor to stir up conflicts among regional leaders and turn a cold war into a hot one.

But in the 21st century, these conspiracies are easily traced and traced through more and more advanced investigative methods, and the truth can be quickly found out. Everything is clear and natural.

The people of the New Age terrorized the Eternal. The other colleagues in the league have always regarded Pellerini as the most flexible brain in the team.

He can shake people's hearts with a few words, and make excellent and outstanding fighters work for the immortals. He could destroy Mary Perrault's family in just a split second, without even getting a little blood on his hands.

After six years, the falcons still believe that what Pellerini said at the time [flight theory] is correct.

When an eagle is terminally ill and cannot land, it will die suddenly when it returns to the ground. Just like a blood-sucking monster, it needs to eat constantly to survive.

The same is true of life, because of various chances and coincidences, these falcons have obtained immortal bodies. If these falcons can survive this incurable disease before falling to the ground, they will surely obtain magical fortune and take another step towards becoming a god.

This theory is the iron law that the immortals believe in. They are like terminally ill eagles, lurking in all parts of human society, avoiding natural enemies and anonymous hounds in dangerous airspace.

These are minor illnesses and pains, as long as they survive, until the day when the leader of the Anonymous Clan dies, the disease will heal itself without medicine.

They can't land, can't return to the mortal world and social communication, and the heirs they give birth will fight for their power and property. History is the best teacher. There are many stupid immortals who think that the family can continue their authority. But the first to betray them were the family members who thought he was too old to die.

But this time, Pellerini couldn't wait.

Modern firearms have all but bridged the gap between mythical creatures and mortals.

If the gunsmith's knight combat skills add another fire——

——This inheritance will create countless warriors who are not afraid of suffering and have a high fighting spirit.

He had to do something, had to reconfirm whether the gunsmith's students had the ability.

It's like the indelible sense of fear in human nature——

——It manipulates us, even in the warm quilt, we can't help but imagine whether the safest door of the room is closed or not.

"Do you believe in the legend of the Dagda Cauldron, the gunsmith?"

"My messenger has already died in your hands, right? When you read this letter, he should be dead and completely dissipated in the world."

After cooling with liquid nitrogen, there were no explosives in the suitcase, only a letter and a few items.

"My name is Pellerini Tuang, from Serbia."

"When you are searching for little brother Haitang's relics, you want to track down my whereabouts, use all means to find my trace, and prepare to strike a winning blow, I want to tell you a story."

"Moon God Best, Ao Ruo Ming De, Wu Wu Evil Beast—it tells people that there is a golden cup inlaid with twelve gorgeous pyroxenes deep underground. The prototype of the legendary Holy Grail."

"It should have become the Luna Cup, the private property of Ao Han Mingde, and the highest honor pursued by the warriors."

"It fulfills the best wishes in the world, and anything can be dreamed of."

"This is the medal that Aohen Mingde uses to comfort the brave and reward the warriors. It is a clumsy modification."

"It makes people mistakenly think that the journey itself is more important. The growth gained in the Luna Cup competition and the friendship fought side by side with the partners are priceless treasures."

"But I want to say that the Cauldron of Dagda is real."

"The rich sacred artifact that can fulfill wishes, it really exists."

"Throughout the long journey of my life, I have been pursuing it, trying to find it."

"Including revealing my heart to you this time is also to get close to it. Your time is running out, you should start to worry, you will be nervous, you will start to sweat and bleed, and you will lose your mind."

"As long as I can get it, any problem will be solved, it's like cheating - like Aohen Mingde got you."

"There is one more thing, just treat it as a snack besides the main course."

There are several other objects in the box, including the steel stamp of the wheel hub with the production batch number, a bundle of hair, and a children's drawing.

Xueming recognized——

——The wheel hub stamp with the production batch number is a part of Xiaoqi's car. A special vehicle that can run on the circular expressway needs maintenance, so it means that Pellerini is actually very close to his life.

That lock of hair, with the atmosphere of a preschool teacher in Chunhuahua Kindergarten, is the head teacher of several children.

The last children's drawing was drawn by Jiang Zheng himself. It was an excellent work and was announced on the blackboard newspaper in the public area.

"This is not a threat, just sharing some life experience."

"I've been by your side all these years, trying to attack your family and grab your soft spot."

"The results are all in vain. Your vigilance makes my scalp tingle and gives me a sense of loss that my intelligence is not enough-I can only touch these things at most."

"Give it to you now! Give it all back to you!"

"If they can disturb your heart, make you angry, and make you sick, that's great."

"What are you going to do next? Gunsmith!"