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Under the baptism of Remington's crazy bullets, the roar in the flames had stopped at some point.

The figure that was constantly twisting and struggling in the flames had also fallen silent.

"Enough, kid, that monster should be dead..."

George, who was bruised in many places and limped a little, came over and said to Ailin.

However.

George did not get too close to Ailin at this time, nor did he pat Ailin's shoulder to comfort him.

As an old policeman, he had seen too many new policemen who were stimulated and became extremely sensitive after their first shooting.

Once someone approached or touched them at this time, they would often react with stress, or even suddenly shoot.

There are countless such examples, and they happen every year in the federation.

As a professionally trained policeman, such a stress reaction will occur, not to mention ordinary people.

Moreover, killing such a monster is much more exciting than killing ordinary people.

George was unable to determine Ailin's mental state at this time, so he did not dare to get too close to Ailin.

It was precisely because of this that George spoke slowly until Ailin had finished tilting the bullets in the Remington.

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[Ding! ]

[The host killed the deformed human-faced spider, calmed the fate fluctuations, and obtained 300 fate points. ]

"Is it dead?"

Looking back at the information in his mind.

After confirming that the human-faced spider in front of him was really dead at the fate level, Ailin really breathed a sigh of relief.

But then again.

This deformed human-faced spider, and George's life, are really not worth the fate points!

I got 1,000 fate points for singing a song in the moonlight before, but now I have to fight hard to get 300 fate points.

This gap is really huge.

Of course.

If I hadn't borrowed the help of SHIELD last time to contain "Moonlight DJ", it would not have been so easy, and it would have been even more dangerous than this time.

There were more than a hundred people who were killed and controlled by the taboo "Moonlight DJ". How many were killed by the human-faced spider this time?

Compared with this, it is not unreasonable to give only 300 fate points this time.

It's just that it's easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it's hard to go from luxury to frugality.

Ailin, who had eaten thousands of fate points, looked at these 300 fate points and always felt that the scale of fate was a little stingy this time.

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The fire caused by the car explosion, after burning all the combustibles in the car, went out one after another not long after.

Only sporadic flames were left swaying and flickering in the darkness.

After the flames went out, the underground garage quickly became dim.

The ceiling light that should have illuminated the underground garage was damaged by the explosion of the high-explosive grenade before.

However, the sporadic fire did not make the underground garage completely dark.

And Ailin's sight, after the initial discomfort, quickly adapted to the darkness in front of him.

Then, he saw that the cement floor of the underground garage was covered with black, sticky, unknown liquid.

Looking forward and gradually moving upward, Ailin found that the frame of George's Chevrolet, which was burned black by the fire, was covered with this sticky, disgusting black liquid.

Where the human-faced spider was originally, only a few hard legs were left, as well as a ground of broken, charred flesh and black mucus.

By the way, the two legs of the human-faced spider were also added with two charred corpses of unlucky people.

Hey, what is that?

Between the flickering dim flames, Ailin suddenly glanced at the corpse of the human-faced spider, and there was a silver flash.

Turning his head, Ailin found that it was a silver silk thread, swaying and shaking in the flames

The orange-red flames burned on the silk thread, but it could not cause any effect on it.

[Good stuff]

Almost at the moment of seeing this silk thread, Ailin realized that this silk thread was extraordinary.

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Just then, a chaotic sound of footsteps and a commotion came from the entrance of the underground garage.

"Quick, go down and see what the explosion was just now?"

"Captain, just before the explosion, I seemed to hear someone screaming, do you think it would be..."

"Shut up your crow mouth, if something really happens, we won't have a good life!!!"

A tall and strong white man yelled at several security guards beside him with an ugly face.

The security of this kind of high-end apartment complex is not so easy to do. If there is any safety accident in the community during his duty, then their current job will not only fail, but it will also affect their next job search.

Whether it is for him or his team members, this is not good news.

That is why, after hearing the loud noise from the underground garage, he hurriedly took up his tools and rushed over with his team members.

Before they went down to the underground garage, the three security guards turned on their flashlights and shone them into the dark underground garage.

Looking at the beams of light that passed through most of the underground garage, George frowned and said, "It seems that the security guards in the building heard the noise and came down to investigate. Let's go and take a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, George turned around and limped towards the place where the beams came from.

Before he was sure whether the monster in the underground garage, which had run out of an unknown laboratory, was carrying any unknown virus and was infectious, George did not want too many people to enter the underground garage to avoid accidental contact with any virus.

Of course.

As the police chief, he knew the existence of this monster. Once exposed, it would cause a great public opinion storm and cause great trouble.

So before the support of the police station arrived, he had to guard the scene to avoid some things from happening.

Taking advantage of the moment when George turned around, Ailin stepped forward calmly, stretched out his hand, and picked up the silver silk thread and put it in his pocket.

After putting away the silk thread, Ailin turned around and followed George out.

However, neither George nor Ailin noticed that.

When they turned around and left.

In the darkness, there was a resentful look, staring at their backs, until they met up with the security guards and disappeared into the dark underground garage.

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A few minutes later.

The sirens blared for several blocks.

After receiving George's call for help, the New York Police Department dispatched dozens of police cars, dozens of special police officers, and hundreds of armed police officers to provide support.

The crowds of police cars and ambulances even filled the streets outside the underground parking lot.