Darkness is Coming

There are also many kinds of    variants, and high-level saints like Angel - as they call themselves - can become popular stars after being packaged. And those mutants who can control bloodlust and disguise their appearance as human beings can be accepted by some bold and avant-garde people and can be integrated into the society of normal people.

But there are still some mutants that are not highly evolved. Some of them have long disgusting tongues that drag on the ground like a sling, some have deformed limbs, and swelled bodies. The smell makes people shy away.

  Despite repeated assurances from the temple spokesman, it was hard to believe that these monsters would not attack humans, so these mutants were centrally managed by the temple and were hardly encountered on the streets of New York.

   So this is the first time Phil has faced a living mutant. Although he has browsed photos and videos taken by others on the Internet before, sitting in front of a computer and looking at pictures and standing in front of a monster are completely different things.

There is a long bar on the left side of the entrance of the house, and a humanoid creature sits behind it. The left half of his face is **** and bloody. A cylindrical piece of meat hangs down from his mouth and softly rests on the rim of the glass in his hand, like a straw. Also **** up the viscous dark red liquid in the cup.

   Is that human blood? Phil felt his stomach start to roll, and a sour taste rushed to his throat.

   about to vomit.

Phil turned his head and looked at Jason with an almost cry for help, but Jason, who had always been timid and fearful, went to the bar excitedly, put down a roll of green bills, and said to the hideous monster in a low voice, "Two tickets. One fixed target, one moving target."

The    mutant tore off the rubber band that bound the banknotes with sharp fingernails, counted the amount, nodded, and asked, "What gun do you use?"

   Seeing the blood dripping from the mutant's mouth when he spoke, Phil was dizzy, bent down and vomited.

   "Phil! Damn it!" Jason shouted angrily, and then replied, "Change the moving target to a fixed target, will the extra price be enough to pay for the cleaning?"

The    variant nodded and repeated the question: "What gun?"

   "First get a Browning M1911, two magazines, by the way, I want to try a rifle this time, any recommendations?"

"Styr AUG, unsupported structure..." The mutant forgot the words halfway through his back, took out a piece of paper from under the bar, and read according to the content, "Steyr AUG, unsupported structure, It can be operated with one hand and can be easily mastered by beginners.”

"I want it!" Jason nodded in satisfaction, walked back to Phil's side, and smiled while holding Phil's wrist, "Actually, I wasn't much better than you when I first came here, but don't be afraid, these mutations They're not going to attack us, they're not as dangerous as those gangsters, come on, hit the range, and enjoy the best birthday present you've ever had."

   Phil spit out gold stars, and before he could recover, he was pulled by Jason into the basement of the house in a trance state.

   After confirming that he was not in danger, Phil finally calmed down. Although the soles of his feet were weak, he no longer had any thoughts of running away, but tried his best to remain calm.

The area of ​​this basement is not small. The side near the passage is divided into eight firing positions with a width of one meter by steel plates. A bulletproof glass is installed under each shooting position. The glass is supported by a solid wood baffle to block the waist. The position below, while the other side is empty, leaving a wide space.

   "This is the shooting range?" Phil asked suspiciously, "Where's the target? Where's the target?"

   "Don't worry, I'll give you a demonstration first." Jason smiled mysteriously, stood in front of a shooting position, and clapped his palm twice.

A man in smoky makeup walked up to Jason, without saying a word, handed out a pistol and an assault rifle, then threw four magazines on the baffle, then turned and walked away, walking lightly. like a cat, barely audible.

   "Okay!" Jason shouted at Phil, put on his noise-cancelling headphones, and then raised his assault rifle to aim at the air.

   Is this going to target an empty wall? Phil couldn't understand that the roll of bills that Jason just gave was at least two hundred dollars. Who would spend two hundred dollars in the basement and shoot at the air? That's enough money to go to the shooting range and have a good time.

   At this moment, what really shocked Phil happened.

The man in smoky makeup who handed the gun just now pushed a modified surgical cart to the side of the wall. There was a "person" tied to the cart. He was completely naked, and his head in a steel helmet was hidden in the surgical cart. In the bulletproof board at the top, the limbs are fixed on the cart and remain motionless.

The smoky makeup man put down the support of the surgical cart, pushed up the bed board parallel to the ground to make it perpendicular to the ground, then pressed the cart against the wall and said, "Go ahead, just press the button if you need to buy additional bullets. bell."

   After saying that, the smoky makeup man turned around and left.

   Phil almost squinted his eyeballs out of his sockets, is that a fixed target?

crazy! Just crazy!

   "You're crazy!" Phil rushed forward and tore off Jason's noise-cancelling headphones, shouting hysterically, "This is murder! Crazy! Pervert! Unreasonable! What is this! What are you doing!"

"Hey!" Jason pushed Phil's hand away from his collar in dissatisfaction. "Calm down! It's not murder! For God's sake Phil, you didn't hear me when I explained it to you just now. ?"

   "What?" Phil was stunned. Before walking into the basement, he was in a trance, and he didn't hear what Jason said at all.

"That fixed target is not a person, it's a mutant with supernatural powers!" Jason raised his gun again and pointed at the "man" on the cart, "As long as it doesn't get smashed to the head, it won't die. , as long as you pick up the minced meat and add a little blood, it will quickly return to its original state."

   "You, using mutants as targets?" Phil's worldview began to collapse, he unconsciously let go and muttered to himself, "Crazy, really crazy."

"What's this?" Jason showed a look of contempt. "It's his job, understand! He can't afford food, he can't find a job, and he's not satisfied with the temple's on-time distribution to him, he has to Make money that way.”

After   , Jason pulled the trigger, the muzzle spewed fire, and the bullet slammed into the target's body, splashing scarlet dazzling blood.

The feeling of hitting a human body obviously gave Jason a huge sense of speed (harmony) that a shooting target couldn't give him. He couldn't hold back his impulse and fired one after another. Fog was everywhere.

   "Bang bang bang bang bang"

  The constant resounding gunshots shook Phil's ears, and the unfamiliar bloodthirsty frenzy on Jason's face made Phil close his eyes.