Abyss Express

[Part①·Catch the wind]

Looking towards Plaza Avenue, young guys ran into the gate of the wooden building and lay under the window, only daring to peek out with half their heads.

Several cigarette butts fell from the window on the second floor of the bar. A client didn't even have time to put on her clothes. Her eyes widened in anticipation of the sound of gunshots.

Mr. Vincent opened his mouth slightly and breathed out heavy and long breaths from between his lips and teeth.

He was like a statue made of iron, whether it was his sharp-edged face or the muscles in his body that sometimes tightened and sometimes relaxed.

Five fingers were clasped around the gun handle, as were the robbers and hired hands around Sullivan.

They stood in a row behind the Ranger Captain, like wild geese, thirty-one in all.

Many people had already pulled out their guns, which were called perfume bottle rifles like their gang's name.

It is a very old and traditional mercury-fulminated gunpowder firearm. It adopts a double-trigger double-shot structure and is loaded with two lead bullets or iron bullets each time.

The guns were all pointed at Vincent, at this uninvited guest, at this ignorant Oriental.

There is a half-broken whip on the ground, and a sharp [arrow] is hidden in it. The sub-gold substance contains the DNA expression of the original seed. It is a deadly poison, and it can also make people reborn and quickly break out of their cocoons and become butterflies - —It comes from a site in the Colorado Canyon.

Sullivan picked it up. At this moment, he was finally relieved from the pressure, and his expression became relaxed and comfortable.

The reason for him to relax his vigilance is simple——

- he thought.

[No one can survive this kind of firepower. ]

[Even the leader of a gang cannot deal with fifty or sixty bullets at the same time. ]

[His name on his work badge is Vincent, and he looks like he is the translator of a small Chinese workers' fraternity organization. This Oriental man broke into my classroom without permission, and he is a bastard who doesn't know how to live or die - naturally he won't survive. ]

"Look at the scrap metal in your hand..." Sullivan crushed the broken whip in his hand to reveal the arrowhead, "If you shoot out all the bullets, it can only kill six people, and we have more than thirty people." Personally, I can't wait to hear your last words...I don't know where you got the courage to raise a gun against your master."

Sullivan looked ferocious, gritted his teeth, and hid the arrow in the inner pocket of his chest.

"If you get down on your knees right now and beg for mercy and lick my boots clean, I will spare your life."

Vincent: "Are you serious?"

Sullivan became excited: "Oh! Are you shaken? Are you scared? Are you going to regret it? You must treat my boots well, just like you treat the birthday cake your mother made for you. The top of the three-layered round tower of the pastry, Like that little bit of cream on top, if you lick it all up—"

"—Boom!"

There was a bright red blood stain on Sullivan's face.

The low gunfire sounded like a dull thunder in the small town.

Sullivan turned his head in surprise and glanced sideways. His accomplice Tian Linggai had disappeared, leaving only half of his face.

The tall body of the shot robber slumped to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.

The muzzle of the gun in Vincent's hand still contained the high temperature of gunpowder explosion.

The gang of robbers immediately fired back - gunshots rang out.

Without any cover, Sullivan couldn't think of anything else this man could rely on to survive such a dense rain of bullets!

Sullivan was thinking and quietly took a few steps back. The team leader "protected" everyone in the gang.

[Look at his arm. According to the gun shooting technique, he must have a teacher with good marksmanship. I have to save my life before he runs out of bullets. ]

[He came for me, seeking revenge with a stack of Chinese slave labor contracts. There is no doubt that he came for the key members of the entire Perfume Bottle Gang. ]

[Fortunately, I have soul power! This incredible supernatural power is protecting me! Otherwise, when the first gunshot was fired, it was definitely me who was killed by a headshot. [Thyme] was protecting me. ]

[As long as I avoid these few seconds, avoid the few remaining bullets in the chamber of his gun, use these human flesh pads as a cover, and listen to a few miserable screams, I will be able to see this eyesore in no time. The yellow race, the miserable appearance of dying under bullets...]

In the chaotic sound of gunfire, in a battlefield filled with green smoke.

Sullivan immediately lowered his waist and observed Vincent through his partner's armpit behind his partner's upright shooting posture.

He can't understand...

[Why is he still firing? ]

[The revolver only has six bullets, and he has obviously used them all! ]

At this moment, a ball of bright red and hot heat came from my partner’s armpit!

It was fed up with the strong thrust of gunpowder and gas. The projectile was squeezed and deformed. After being guided by the rifling, it was like a ball of soft iron mud, doing a spinning motion. When it broke through the sound barrier, it made an eardrum-shattering explosion. It was so cold. arrived in front of Sullivan!

At that moment, the hairs all over Sullivan's body stood on end, shouting loudly in his heart about the power of his soul.

"Thyme Thyme! Stop it!"

In an instant, dozens of [ropes] emerged from Sullivan's broad back. They were like fine lines twisted together with flowers and leaves. They were like spider silk, tightly wrapping the bullet to relieve its force. The strong and powerful rattan acted as a The [stick] whipped this dangerous and deadly cocoon, guiding the terrifying projectiles tightly wrapped in it to the other side!

"Bang!--"

Sullivan, who was still in shock, heard the dull and heavy sound of the gun. The sound of the hammer detonating the primer was like a bull sneezing, which made his heart tremble.

At that moment just now!

Sullivan saw clearly——

—— saw clearly what this Oriental man relied on.

Cold sweat broke out from his forehead again.

[Hey... what is that thing! What kind of monster is that! ]

Sullivan saw it clearly——

[—— is there such a soul power? There are such monsters? ! ]

At the other end of the battlefield, the Oriental man was like a hard living target.

Lead bullets and iron bullets shot into the Oriental man's body, as if they hit the solid granite. Shrapnel and flying sand vibrated the air, leaving twisted, deformed and hot turbulent vortices around the Oriental man.

Sullivan couldn't even see the true appearance of the violent spirit.

[As if it had six arms——]

[——When pulling the trigger, it had already begun to provoke the mechanism of the hammer. ]

[——When the muzzle spewed flames, the bullets fired at him were caught by the blue phantom and then crushed to pieces! ]

[——When the bullets were all used up, the cylinder was removed together with the bearing in the middle of the gun, and six new bullets were immediately inserted without even changing the action of holding the gun. ]

[Such precision and speed! Such amazing willpower! ]

[I! Sullivan Okopela, I am no match for him in a head-on battle! ]

In just thirty seconds, thirty more bodies were on the ground.

Mr. Vincent could no longer shoot.

Thirty-six yellow shells were scattered at his feet, and the gun in his hand was red all over, with a layer of blood-red flesh that had fallen off from burns.

Due to the high temperature of the gun body, the weapon became unreliable in the last round of shooting, and the cylinder exploded when replacing the ammunition.

Sullivan was overjoyed when he saw this scene.

[For the gunman, the gun is the sharp teeth of the beast! ]

[He no longer had the strength to fight back! ]

Vincent no longer had a gun in his hand, but he shouted at Sullivan: "Bullets can't seem to kill you! Beast! You and I are possessed by evil spirits - right!"

Sullivan seemed to have won a golden ticket to immortality, and wanted to use intimidation to scare off his opponent.

"Vincent! Your inference is right! If you want to kill me with that inferior weapon! It's a fantasy! But. I think - I should not be your opponent"

Vincent was silent, his hands were newly wounded, and his body was getting weaker and weaker - his stomach was empty, and his heart was empty.

Sullivan wanted to add fuel to the fire, and he threatened and lured him, and then knelt down pitifully, kneeling cleanly, with smooth and natural movements.

"Oriental! Your soul looks very powerful! I think you are also a [carnivore]. If possible, I am willing to be your introducer, join us, and become a member of this big family!"

"I kneel down for you! I have already kneeled down for you! I know! You have a saying - kneel down to the sky, kneel down to the earth, kneel down to your parents!"

"This is the greatest sincerity I can express! Vincent!"

"Here I beg for your forgiveness! I beg you to..."

Without waiting for Sullivan to finish speaking -

- his hands regained consciousness again, Mr. Vincent took out the last six bullets from his leather bag.

He held three bullets each between his fingers in a very strange posture, like a full moon hard bow, his whole body tense, as if he would [fire] at any time, and faced Sullivan with this posture.

Vincent: "Big family?"

Sullivan: "Yes! We can be a family!"

Vincent: "I just killed your family, and you talked to me about family affection?"

Sullivan immediately took out his handkerchief, and tears flowed down without any hesitation.

"I'm sad... woooo... I'm really sad, but I still treat you as a family member. There is no perfect person in this world, and everyone makes mistakes."

Vincent's tone became cold: "You are stalling for time, right?"

The distance between the two people is getting closer and closer, whether it is Sullivan who walks on his knees, or Vincent who wants to shorten the shooting distance. Sullivan's eyes suddenly changed, his brain was thinking at high speed, and [Thyme] has begun to play its role.

"Oh, then there is no need to kneel anymore." Sullivan slowly got up from the ground, revealing [Thyme] under his calf pants.

It is like a plant that grows and blooms and leaves quickly. As its name suggests, the gorgeous purple-red branches and leaves are in sharp contrast with the pure white heart.

Its branches grow and spread to the corpses on the ground.

It is like a root infusion tube, delivering strange juice to the corpses.

Sullivan has a little calculation in his heart.

[From the perspective of a head-on battle, I have no chance of winning at all. It seems that I can only escape, but...]

[But! I am a teacher, I have to teach students how to overcome fear! ]

[Although I don't want to admit it, when I faced him, I felt a primitive and wild brutal force, which completely destroyed my courage and pride. ]

[If I run away here, the arrows will no longer protect me! There will no longer be a divine power like soul power to help me rise to prominence. These ugly and despicable colored bastards deserve to die! ]

[Part②·The Courage of the Evil]

The robber's body rose again. They are also Sullivan's comrades-in-arms, brothers who are on the run together.

Sullivan's eyes were bloodshot. He had to control sixteen "family members" at the same time, and his brain was already in an overloaded state. The intensity of the soul's power was related to a person's mental power.

"This is [Thyme·Thyme]'s special ability!"

This is the first time he has used his [Soul Power] ability to control so many targets. When facing this visitor from the East, he does not dare to underestimate the enemy in the slightest.

Vincent frowned coldly and glanced over: "You seem to be able to control corpses..."

These corpses seemed to have smelled a big meal. Those with missing arms, legs, or even heads could stand up and step forward. Those with sound limbs could even carry guns, make movements like filling mercury and projectiles, and do The action of shooting a gun.

them……

Or rather "them"!

They twitched their nostrils in unison, as if smelling the sweet smell of [food], and squirmed in Vincent's direction at an extremely slow speed.

Vincent couldn't see any other strange things. He couldn't clearly understand the characteristics of this super power and couldn't figure out the strength of the control.

"Come on! It's your turn! Come here!" Sullivan took off his black cloak and took out his gun, "I know your ability! The bullet between your fingers can be fired with soul power. You plan to use the last Six bullets to kill me? Who will fate prefer? You or me?"

"A bullet without barrel gas is weak! At this range! Can these bullets really hurt me?"

"Keep fighting? Or run away?! Vincent?!"

A shadow suddenly emerged from Vincent's weak spot.

It is the residual image left behind by an arm moving at high speed.

Hunwei's knuckles slammed the primer on the tail of the copper ammunition, and the bullet was fired!

It hit the waist and abdomen of one of the walking zombies, completely breaking the spine!

Vincent was thinking and testing.

[——Can bullets destroy them? Want to be close to Sullivan! We must get past these walking dead! ]

[The central nervous system of the spine controls the entire lower body. If crushing the spine can stop the walking corpse...]

Before Vincent could finish thinking, something unusual happened!

Just when the bullet penetrated the zombie's lower back, the shot corpse suddenly expanded and deformed like a balloon!

——Boom!

The splinters of dozens of ribs suddenly exploded like shrapnel! Shoot Vincent from the belly of the walker!

There were tears and hatred in Sullivan's eyes: "I want you to pay with blood! I want to avenge these lovely children! Yellow-skinned bastard!"

The blue arms appeared again, and Vincent's soul power bombarded the scattered bone fragments into fine dust!

But it couldn't stop the body fluids and blood that were spilled along with the bone tissue.

When the blood splattered on Vincent's arms and torso, it felt like a strong sponge when it came into contact with the skin, seeping into his body.

[Not good...]

Look at the remains of the walking dead after the explosion——

——In the terrifying huge wound, a cluster of bright and strange thyme grew.

It exudes a strong aroma, which is completely different from ordinary plant aromas. It carries the umami flavor of microorganisms and fungi. The high temperature of gunpowder makes the meat more attractive.

Vincent's face was livid. He felt that the other party's soul power had begun to take effect. When facing these corpses, he could actually detect the abnormal rumbling in his stomach.

He started getting hungry and getting hungrier!

It was as if something was hiding in his stomach.

It was as if a wild beast had secretly devoured all the energy in his body.

His limbs became weak and his body collapsed prematurely due to excessive energy consumption.

He raised his head and looked around, his eyes filled with shadows.

There were also more than a dozen walking corpses, with a purple-red rope attached to their bodies. The spines on their backs pierced the flesh and turned into a terrifying stick, slowly walking towards him.

Sullivan grinned wildly.

"You lose!"

Vincent wanted to do something, but just when he raised his legs, he found that his body was no longer in control, and slowly, slowly, he collapsed to the ground.

He became that dying fish again.

I want to squirm, struggle, and turn over.

It’s as difficult as moving your fingers to reach the sky!

"Fire another shot! Try again! Can you still call out the power of the soul now? You bitch!" Sullivan turned his head away, followed the right hand holding the gun, and also used his right eye to observe the enemy. "Don't worry! Before I confirm the fact that your carnivore is completely dead! I will never get close to you! I will never get close to you easily, you who were once so powerful!"

"——How far can you hit? It seems that your soul power is almost inseparable from you, like a clingy baby."

"——You can break bullets, and you can break my head."

"——I will look at you like this, slowly watching you turn into a big meal, feeding my [Thyme·Thyme]."

"——Just like I said, it will treat you like cream on a birthday cake. It will lick you first, completely taking away the energy in your body, consuming and absorbing all the fat. Hydrolyze and fuse all the energy, and then use the sharp teeth to gnaw open your bones! Break any tough muscles in your body!"

"You can't take orders from yourself! You have to take orders from others! And you are about to take orders from me!"

Mr. Vincent remained motionless.

He wanted to——

——This is the terminus of this railway track [destiny].

If it weren't for that little cowboy——

——Perhaps he has got out of the car early and is heading for suicide in regret and pain.

He was half-kneeling, like his countrymen. His waist fell back weakly, and there was no chance of firing the last five bullets in his hand.

Sullivan is still talking long and impassionedly!

"I want to thank you! Oriental! You have brought my courage to a new level! After defeating you as a powerful enemy! Just like dealing with strong beasts in nature, I can also absorb from your rich body and soul. Adequate nutrition. I..."

Before he finished speaking——

——The horse neighed like a thunder in the dry weather on a hot summer day.

Jack Martin galloped on his horse and jumped into the dense team of zombies.

He held onto Vincent's harness like the leash of a lasso!

In contrast to his tall and strong latissimus dorsi, Vincent's body seemed to have turned into a mummy, like a corgi's vest, carrying Vincent away from the battlefield.

"Damn..." Sullivan yelled: "You bastard! Where do you get the courage! How dare you snatch my slave?! Dare you snatch food from my mouth?"

"Hahahahahahaha!——"

Little Jack shakes his red scarf and pretends to be a flame, trying to scare the horses out of their wits. Dolly uses all her strength to escape!

he laughed and shouted.

"——I am number one when it comes to escaping!"

When Dolly rushed out about fifty feet and was about to rush into the forest, Jack ducked and lowered his head, hearing the whistle of bullets piercing the air in his ears.

"I must be fucking crazy!"

"I must be crazy! Vincent!"

"I feel like I'm crazy! Are you still alive?"

[Real name: Sullivan Okopela]

[Origin: His parents, uncles, and aunts died during the Westward Expansion Movement, and died at the hands of North American natives. He extremely hated people of color—later he joined the Perfume Bottle Gang and made a living by looting caravans. ]

[Soul Power: Thyme·Thyme]

[Destructive power: E]

[Speed: A]

[Range Distance: B]

[Sustainability: B]

[Precision: A]

[Growthability: B]

[Special ability: Thyme is a famous food spice. It has the effect of inhibiting fungi and microorganisms and often appears in kitchen recipes. After Sullivan learned the true name of Hunwei, he accurately understood Thyme's true ability. It can control the spinal nerve center of the human body through small spiritual branches and make the dead body move again. It can control the human intestinal flora, allow bacteria and microorganisms to grow and reproduce, or inhibit their growth, to achieve the purpose of controlling energy intake and consumption, thereby weakening or strengthening the physical constitution - its flower language is courage, which is also the name of Sullivan. Mr.'s life creed. ]

[Note: "Thyme" comes from the Chinese version of "Scarborough Fair". ]