Disaster Shelter

Target confirmed, Mr. Wilson, and a pair of metal wings!

"I need to use this wooden box, I will try to find your husband, but I can't guarantee it will be found." Holding the wooden box, Wen Wen walked out of the villa.

"I hope you will help me find it, what can I do without his family?"

Melissa held Wen Wen's hand and said sadly, while stuffing an envelope into Wen Wen's hand, Wen Wen squeezed it slightly, feeling the thickness, and sincerely promised Melissa.

As I walked down the street, Wen Wen took out a small vest, which was a clothes with a smell of Wilson, which could help Wen find Wilson.

The smell on **** is actually heavier ... but Wen Wen doesn't want to smell men's underwear on the street.

Then he sniffed deeply into the wooden box, this wood has a unique fragrance, and the wings that have been placed in the wooden box for many years should be stained with some of this fragrance.

有了 "With these two smells, although you can't find him directly, at least you can lock his direction and save a lot of things."

The olfactory sense that I had deliberately exercised came in handy here. Wen Wen chose a direction and chased after it. After walking a long distance, the smell disappeared.

"Next, I will rely on the old method to find someone."

I glanced around, Wen Wen found a shop and walked in. Before he became a superpower, he was a detective. Even if it wasn't open to find someone, he could do it.

Finding someone with obvious characteristics is not particularly difficult for Wen Wen.

Following various clues, at night, Wen Wen found an underground clinic.

Judging from the information discovered, this clinic specializes in some unseen business. After the gangsters in Furong River and some prisoners wanted by the police were injured, they liked to come here.

Wenwen knocked on the door without receiving a response, and then his pupils shrank sharply, because he smelled blood, and ... the smell of human decay!

He kicked the door open and saw the scene inside the underground clinic, which is Shura field!

Uh ...

Walking in an underground passage, the sturdy Wilson was wearing tight clothes, curled up in the corner, and looked pitiful.

原来 All of his original clothes were covered with blood. This suit was owned by the owner of the underground clinic, so it didn't fit well.

Wilson said to himself, "I don't know if you can understand, but can you not always act without permission. If you don't want to get out of me, listen to me, okay?"

回应 No response came from behind him, but the cold touch was real. The experience of these days was too crazy for Wilson.

To be honest, he didn't know if he was crazy.

Beneath his coat, there is a big bulging bag that makes him look like a humpback, and the humpback is very serious.

But only Wilson himself knew that behind him was a pair of unfolded, steel wings more than four meters wide!

翅膀 The wings were purchased by an indigenous tribe chief from the Ethiopian region.

But the chief did not tell his people that the wings had been sold, but that they had been stolen, so the people of that tribe looked around for traces of the wings.

They sent a message to find the person who stole the relic, and let him die the hardest punishment!

Although Wilson had some money, he didn't want to face life-threatening at all times, so he took his family and this steel wing to live in Washington DC.

As for why he didn't return the wings to the indigenous people, he bought it because he felt that he had a faint connection with the wings. Now that he has the hands, he won't even return the wings.

He has been with him for more than a year, and even if Wilson touched it alone every night when he was quiet, he never showed any magic.

But just a few days ago, at the time of playing, he accidentally cut his finger with this wing, and then the wing was attached to his back. No matter what method he used, he couldn't take it off. !!

This wing has its own consciousness, and Wilson does not need to agree to action, so in order not to put his family in danger, Wilson chose to run away from home.

However, after a few days of running-in, the wings also became slightly convergent, at least when it was not violently stimulating, it was willing to dodge on Wilson's back.

"A few more days, a few more days ... if it doesn't cause me trouble anymore, I want to go home and see, and then, stay away from here, find a place without people, and never come back."

Wilson didn't want to be regarded as a monster. On the first day he was possessed by this thing, he went to an underground doctor and wanted to separate this thing from the back.

The doctor numbed Wilson with anesthesia, and the wings seemed to lose their vitality, but when the doctor approached Wilson with a scalpel, the wings suddenly burst and punctured the doctor with a pair of piercings. Then, it was bloody. massacre.

威尔 When Wilson woke up, there was no one alive in this small underground clinic ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~.

At this time, Wilson realized that it was basically impossible to get rid of this thing, and he no longer thought about returning to the family. The thing behind him might take away people around him. Life.

He just planned to go back and take a look. He had an account with his wife and children, and went away and went to a place where no one would be hurt by him.

哎 "Hey, look, there's a homeless man there."

Uncle Wilson, who was sleeping on the ground, suddenly awakened, and saw a few flamboyant young men pointing at him.

He recognizes this style, which seems to be popular in Washington in recent years. It is called the "killing aristocracy". He personally does not like this style, but he respects others' choices and will not blame him. What others wear.

Wilson ignored them and continued to bury his head in his knees. He is not in the mood to talk about these young men now.

Now they like to be independent and call it personality, but one day they will understand how childish this look is now.

"Well, this black uncle seems to be quite rich, I know the watch, it seems to be thousands of ..."

A few young men smiled at each other and showed a smile. They walked forward to Wilson and scornfully said to Wilson, "Uncle, you don't look like a tramp."

"What I look like has nothing to do with you." Wilson said irritably, and now his mood is not very stable.

"Oh, that speaks loudly."

A tall, thin young man with rainbow-colored hair pulled a swing stick from his waist and nudged Wilson.

At that moment, Wilson's back swelled!