Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

This was an incident caused by cow dung!

Maybe this evil spirit hiding around Wu Heng was very aggrieved. It was just standing quietly on the roadside, but it was splashed with dirt. Being done like this, it must take revenge. This kind of thing can't be called weird. , even humans can’t stand it.

Then a priest suddenly appeared and subdued it with a slap.

Wu Heng observed the evil spirit that looked like a cowboy in front of him and said:

"Since you look like a bull when you possess a car, then your name should be Yingui!"

He said an unrelated name very casually.

He looked down at the car again and then at Yingui.

"You just had the ability to possess a car, so you should have the ability to control the car, right?"

"In that case, why don't you come and drive? I'll take a rest first and call me when you get to Lincoln City!"

Regardless of whether Xingui had any objections or whether it could understand it, Wu Heng forced it to integrate into the car, and then placed the pig in the cab, pretending to be the driver.

The vehicle engine roared out of thin air, the gears rotated, and it traveled along the kilometer high speed.

Wu Heng laid the passenger car flat and lay on it, leisurely enjoying the scenery along the way.

He picked up an obedient driver for free, who works 24 hours a day and can work seven days a week.

A large number of tumbleweeds rolled unbridled in the wilderness on both sides of the road. They occasionally rolled onto the road, but were easily and flexibly avoided by the mysteriously controlled car.

Four hours later,

Wu Heng rolled down the window and observed the city in front of him.

"Father, welcome to Lincoln City!"

The policeman at the highway intersection saluted, returned the ID in his hand to Wu Heng, and said hello.

This is a white police officer.

Wu Heng took back his ID, drove the vehicle down the highway, and stopped in front of the nearest cafe.

While he was drinking, he checked the TV station's information.

'The NBS channel of Intercontinental Television in Alaska is located at 217 Second Street, Lincoln. ’

The target Wu Heng is looking for this time is the director of NBS: Bob Kuhn.

He carefully observed the appearance of the director of NBS TV station through the newspaper.

This is a fat man who looks to be nearly two meters tall. The muscles on his body stretch his shirt a little tight. His shiny oily hair is combed back, like a gangster figure.

But in reality, he was in charge of all television rights in Nebraska.

This plot time is different from the later Internet era when mobile phones and computers were developed.

The main news media is still spread through newspapers and television. Among them, color television undoubtedly occupies an absolute dominant position. It has replaced newspapers and is deeply loved by locals.

Even if it is the most boring TV and color program, they will put down their farm work to watch it with gusto, and then report the program after spending a lot of money on countless purchases.

But the reports had no effect, and not once was it determined to be the TV station's fault.

None of this had any effect on Bob Kuhn either.

On the contrary, the rising income and the continuous increase in employee benefits have made him even more popular among the employees of the TV station.

Wu Heng parked the vehicle at the entrance of the TV station and waited quietly.

Waiting until 21 o'clock in the afternoon, Wu Heng has been waiting here for the past four hours, waiting for Bob Kuhn to come out.

But he had already read a whole stack of magazines, the doors of the TV station building were locked, and he still didn't find the person he needed.

Wu Heng was annoyed.

He, Zhi Er, and Yin Gui walked out of the car together. The gun-wielding security guard at the entrance of the TV station instantly fell into Zhi Er's wall.

"Director!"

The security guard first shouted something as if he was sleepwalking, and then turned his head to the left, as if there was someone in the air. He whispered furtively into the air:

"Shh, the director doesn't come to Taiwan every Wednesday. He only comes four times a week. This is his habit."

These words made Wu Heng's face darken. He felt like a funny clown waiting here for four hours in vain.

Wu Heng returned to the car expressionlessly.

The security guard's body lost strength and he lay flat on the ground. Then he slowly woke up. He quickly stood up, thinking that he had accidentally fallen asleep.

inside the car,

Wu Heng handed Yingui a lighter. The station director had to come to the TV station today.

He commanded Yingui, who had the ability to hide, to sneak into the TV station, choose a less important restaurant location, and light a fire.

Wu Heng looked at the thick smoke and continued to wait.

About 10 minutes later, accompanied by sirens, a long row of fire trucks arrived at the scene. 15 minutes later, a relatively high-end black Chevrolet sedan parked in front of the TV station.

The anxious and panic-stricken security guard quickly came forward and opened the car door respectfully.

A burly figure walked out of the car. He walked in the direction of the fire truck with hurried steps. After talking with a person who did not wear fire-proof clothing and looked like a fire commander, he seemed to let go. Heart comes.

"This is the car, go for it!"

On the side of the road across the street, Wu Heng commanded Yingui to possess Bob Kuhn's car, and then he drove away and looked for a hotel to stay.

At two o'clock in the morning, Wu Heng opened his eyes instantly.

‘It’s time to do something. ’

He got up and walked into the garage to start the car. According to the mysterious location, he came to a wealthy villa area.

Wu Heng did not go in. He just controlled Zhi Er to climb in along the sloping wall full of sharp blades. According to the mysterious coordinates, he found the place where Bob Kuhn lived.

The ability of 'beating the wall' is activated.

All the people in this area were trapped inside.

After Bob Kuhn finished working on the fire incident at night, he just fell asleep and found himself in a red place.

This place seemed to be a concave valley, and the surrounding earth walls and ground were all blood red, as if they were made of flesh.

Surrounding his body were densely packed countless corpses, all of which had lost their skin.

When one of the corpses saw him, he spoke: "Bob Kuhn, you came here unexpectedly. Look at the good things you have done. I have been waiting for you here for a long time."

The pronunciation spoken by the corpse was the accent of the local farmer. Bob recognized it immediately and took two steps back slightly.

It seemed that the name Bob Kuhn attracted the attention of many corpses. They all gathered around and clawed at his body with their sharp nails.

Bob struggled violently and lost consciousness.

"hiss--!"

Bob woke up suddenly, thinking it was just a nightmare, but found himself sitting on the living room floor.

"What's going on? Could it be that I'm too tired and fell asleep here?" Bob suspected that there was something wrong with his memory or that he was sleepwalking.

With his strong arms, he held onto the table next to him and tried to stand up, but he felt a slight pain in his body.

So he put his hand under his pajamas and touched his body. His expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly turned on all the lights in the room.

Then he walked to the bathroom and lifted up his pajamas.

His body was covered with dense scratches, as if scratched with fingernails.

"How is that possible!" Bob's eyes were splitting.

He was obviously just too tired and had just a dream. How could he really be injured?

Just when he was doubting his life, a corpse oozing pus suddenly appeared behind him. There were yellow blisters at the corners of its mouth. The blisters were wrinkled and might burst at any time as it opened its mouth.

"Oh, Bob, I think we should choose D!"

"What, there are only three ABCs, Fake, damn bitch, then I will put a D on you."

The blisters at the corners of the corpse's mouth were broken by the angry mouth, and the yellow juice inside splashed onto Bob's face.

The stench and coldness were so clear, so real.

Bob was completely panicked. He now fully believed that he had encountered something evil.

Bob turned around, ran around the body and ran out the door. When he looked up again, he found that he was still indoors. He was back where he was.

The floor of the room cracked, then was completely arched open, and corpses crawled out of it, screaming the name Bob Kuhn angrily.

"damn it!"

When Bob felt that he had no choice but to collapse on the ground and resign himself to his fate, a gentle voice sounded in his ears:

"To the left hand direction, don't worry about the wall."

At this moment, Bob believed that this was the voice of the Lord, the voice of redemption.

He suddenly ran towards the wall on the left, and when he hit the wall, he closed his eyes.

Then the body emptied and appeared in the corridor.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the corpses behind him also chased out. Bob continued to run away, but found that the stairs had also become a dead wall.

Based on his experience when going out, he thought it was an illusion, until his ribs hurt when he hit it, and he had to admit that this was a real wall.

"Left!" The gentle voice sounded again, and Bob didn't hesitate.

In this way, amidst the chases of corpses and the command of gentle voices, Bob ran in front of a black car in embarrassment, wearing pajamas and bare feet.

"Father, help me, I am a devout believer."

Looking at the priest in the car, Bob's eyes filled with excitement, and he almost cried. He pointed toward the back anxiously.

Never mind whether he believed in God before or not, now he is a devout believer, and he will fight anyone who dares to question.

"My child, don't panic, the light of the Lord is shining on you."

Wu Heng opened the car door, took out a glass bottle of holy water, and sprinkled it on the chasing corpses. In the sound of corrosive sulfuric acid, they turned into ashes and completely dissipated.

Then he pulled out a new Bible and cross.

Holding the Bible in his left hand, he read:

"Lord, I pray that You will cleanse Your believers again, remove the unrighteousness in them, and give them a pure heart and a right spirit before You."

Then Wu Heng used the cross and pressed it on the forehead of Bob, who was kneeling in front of him. A line of black smoke came out. Wu Heng stretched out his hand and pulled at the side. Yingui was already caught in his hand, and then disappeared.

Bob looked at what had been removed from his body and shuddered again.

In Bob's villa,

He was making coffee for Wu Heng. In his impression, the priests all liked coffee. Coffee was called by them "a sacred item that removes drowsiness and purifies the soul."

Just when passing by the bathroom, Bob's body tensed subconsciously. He had already cast a shadow on his home.

"Father, are you saying that I was contaminated with the breath of hell when I was at the fire scene?"

Bob put the steaming coffee on the table and asked in a panic.

"Yes, I noticed something was wrong. I tracked it all the way here, and then I felt your crisis."

Wu Heng's eyes were full of kindness, as if he were looking at his own child.

"I see, that's right. I just said that the fire was a bit strange. It turned out to be the bastards from hell causing the trouble!"

"Thank you Lord, thank you Father!"

Bob suddenly understood, cursed angrily, and looked at Wu Heng gratefully.

Wu Heng felt that these words were a bit strange, and he couldn't tell for a moment whether he was being scolded or appreciated.

"Bob, you have been trapped in it, fear has come to the world, you have been contaminated by its atmosphere, and you will continue to encounter related things."

Wu Heng's words shocked Bob. Although he was a strong man in business, he was like a child when faced with mysterious events. He stared at Wu Heng pleadingly:

"Father, can you"

"I'm sorry, Bob, I have very important things to do, so I can't help you all the time." Wu Heng interrupted Bob, as if he knew what he was going to say.

Bob continued to stare at Wu Heng pitifully. It seemed that his eyes moved Wu Heng. Wu Heng explained again:

"The power of hell that invaded this time is very powerful. I need to find some strong people who ignore fear to carry the power of the 12 apostles in order to completely drive away the evil. By then, the aura on your body will naturally disappear."

"It's just that this kind of person is too hard to find. It takes me time. During this time, you must be careful. I will give you some holy water."

Bob was a little anxious in his heart. He had been frightened out of the shadows, and he couldn't help but tremble at the thought of seeing those horrific corpses at any time.

He listened to Wu Heng's helpless explanation, his mind was spinning rapidly, then his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly offered advice:

"Father, you said that since you want to find a specific candidate, you can rely on the TV station to find it. We can launch a variety show and use high remuneration and treatment to automatically send the person you said ignores fear to your door. ah."

"Especially the NBS TV station where I work is basically a must-watch channel for people in Nebraska every day. This is simpler and more effective than traveling long distances to find it."

Wu Heng said with some worry:

"Can this be done? I have never tried this before. If the people who come are just ordinary people, it may delay things."

Bob became more confident.

His expression was full of joy. He was fully confident that this plan to keep the priest would succeed.

‘It seems that although the priest is very good at mysterious things, he obviously doesn’t understand modern methods that clearly. ’

A feeling of confidence rose in his heart.

As long as we go through strict auditions, screen out unqualified candidates, and strictly control the judges, we can select the right people.

"Father, please believe me once. Please, I promise to complete the task."

Bob patted his chest hard and vowed.

"Well, in that case, let's try it first, but if it doesn't work within three days, I can't delay it any longer!"

"Bob, it should cost a lot of money to do this kind of talent selection show. I'll give it to you."

Wu Heng handed Bob Hanscom's check in gold and a new bag of gold.

"so much!"

Bob was a little surprised when he saw the number above. He had already wanted to pay for it out of his own pocket. Although it would cost a lot of wealth, it was nothing compared to his own safety.

He just wanted to return it to Wu Heng, but Wu Heng refused in advance.

"Take it, Bob, some demons always like to collect wealth. The meaning of these wealth is for this moment. Now is not the time to save."

Wu Heng's words made Bob's confidence surge tenfold again.

Wu Heng looked at Bob with a determined look and smiled inwardly.

The purpose of his visit to Lincoln City this time was to use the largest official television station to select people. However, if he proposed some things on his own initiative, it would arouse people's suspicion that everything was too coincidental.

But if the parties involved figure it out themselves, they will have no doubt about their own wisdom and strategies, and even feel a sense of pride.

Wu Heng just guided Bob in the opposite direction, allowing him to take the initiative to help Wu Heng think of a solution from the perspective of his own safety and interests.

In this way, Bob will definitely try his best to do things.