Killing America Terror Starts at a Fatal Turn

The conversation was divided into two parts. When Luke was killing rats there, Joseph had not driven halfway. In the direction from the orphanage, he happened to see several buses coming towards him, and he passed by the last bus. , Joseph vaguely seemed to see the two children he found last night.

After the Abyss Invasion, Phoenix City has not yet returned to its former bustle and bustle. There are relatively few vehicles on the road. Joseph made a sharp U-turn, took out the police lights from the car, stuck them out of the car window and attached them to the roof. Turn on.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo [www", a siren consisting of high-frequency tones and short continuous sounds sounded, quickly attracting the attention of the car in front.

Joseph stepped on the accelerator, chased to the side of the bus, glanced inside, and after confirming that Jeanne and Hervé were on the bus, he picked up the loudspeaker and shouted: "Pull over! The vehicle in front of you, pull over immediately!"

The bus driver glanced at Joseph in the rearview mirror and remained unmoved. He silently stepped on the accelerator lower and followed the overall speed of the convoy.

The children in the car began to make a commotion. A few older and more courageous children stood up from their seats and asked loudly: "Why didn't you stop the car? The police are calling us."

Several cultists disguised as staff in the car slowly walked over, looked at them with evil eyes, and said viciously: "Shut up! Sit back!"

A young black man who had been in the gang left his seat, took out a small dagger from his pocket, waved it in his hand, and replied arrogantly: "What are you hiding from us? I tell you, I am already a member of the Black Hawk Gang A preliminary member of the "

The powerful cultist walked straight in front of him, slapped him to the ground, and even dropped the dagger in his hand under the seat. Seeing Xiao Hei lying on the ground covering his face and rolling around, he didn't turn around and asked his companion: "Can this be killed?"

Another cultist who looked more senior and wore glasses shook his head, "These are all sacrifices to the gods. We must ensure their activity."

The strong man sighed, picked up Xiao Hei by his two arms, and used both hands to break his arms directly. The white bones were broken and the flesh was exposed to the air. Xiao Hei said "Ah" With a scream, the strong man frowned, pulled a rag from Xiao Hei's body, blocked his mouth, and threw him back on the seat.

After completing this series of actions, the strong man looked around the car and found that no one dared to look at him anymore. They all sat in their seats with their heads lowered. He smiled with satisfaction, pushed the children aside, opened the car window, and looked at Joseph who was chasing him.

After all, the bus has too much weight, and its acceleration and top speed are much lower than that of the police car. Joseph is about to get close to him. He took out a pistol from his side, stuck his head out, took aim slightly, and fired several shots in succession.

When Joseph saw someone peeping out the window, he knew something was wrong. He stepped on the brakes, turned the steering wheel suddenly, and came to the back of the bus. Due to timely evasion, although the front windshield was penetrated by bullets and had several holes, he himself was not injured.

Joseph, who was in shock, understood that he could not stop these buses by himself. He picked up the on-board walkie-talkie and asked the police station for help.

Soon, more than a dozen police cars drove out from the front and back of the police station and headed towards the location pointed by Joseph. There were also patrol officers on patrol and began to take shortcuts to intercept them together.

In the last bus, Hervé looked nervously at the burly cultist.

Although he still didn't know what the so-called "gods" and "sacrifice" represented based on his life experience, what just happened made him understand that the staff of the "welfare home" in front of him were not as kind as he imagined, and it was very possible that It will hurt yourself and your sister.

He carefully recalled what Andrew taught him.

"These adults are much stronger than us, and they are also much more durable than us. If you encounter an adult bullying you and you really can't run away, just hit them hard. Generally, no one can endure this kind of pain."

He made a small plan in his mind, hit them in the crotch with the head, then grabbed the gun, and then threatened them with the gun to get them to let him out of the car.

Although this plan was ridiculously naive, it was the only way he could think of to protect himself and his sister. As for the consequences of the failure of the plan, although Xiao Hei's broken arm looked terrible, in the mind of the young and inexperienced Hervé, it was probably on the same level as his father's beating. Although it was painful, it was still bearable.

Just do it! Although Hervé is immature, his mobility is stronger than that of an average adult. This can be seen from his decisiveness in running away from home with his sister.

Taking advantage of the opportunity for the cultist to withdraw his body from the window, Hervé stood up quietly. Under the surprised and sympathetic eyes of the other children, he lowered his head, like a calf, towards the cultist's crotch. Hit it.

There was a muffled "bang" sound, and little Hervé hit the target, then was bounced back and sat down on the ground.

The attack was overwhelming, even for a strong cultist vs. a child, but he couldn't bear it, so he squatted down holding the injured part.

Little Hervé raised his head and looked at the cultist. He was about to rush to pick up the gun, but found that except for the first step, the follow-up plan failed completely. Although the cultist felt a bit painful and tearing, the pistol was still tightly held by him. Hold it in your hand.

After failing to seize the gun, Hervé turned around and pulled his sister to open the window and jump out of the car. Before he could stand up, the cultist had already digested the pain and stood in front of him.

The tower-like body formed a huge shadow, completely covering Hervé.

"Boy, you are very courageous. There is still a long way to go. Let me take good care of you and see if you are still so courageous in a while."

He grabbed Herway's collar with one hand, lifted him up, and slapped him with the other hand. With a "pop", half of Herway's face swelled up.

When Jeanne saw her brother being beaten, she ran over from the last row crying, hugged the cultist's calf and bit her. Before she could bite him, she was kicked out and fell to the side of the seat. When the other children saw it, they were so scared that they didn't dare to move at all, for fear that they would become the next target.

Before the burly cultist could figure out how to deal with Hervé, the bespectacled man in front said hurriedly: "The police have set up a jam. Rush over and come to cover."

There were thirty or forty policemen in front of them, and a long tire breaker was spread on the ground.

The first bus did not slow down. When it was approaching the blockade, countless slender and flexible tentacles suddenly stretched out from the two windows of the bus. They knocked away the police who were blocking the road, and they still had enough energy to smash the tire breaker on the ground. Roll aside.

Now that the big shots have chosen to be exposed, the brawny cultist no longer has any scruples. He turns his hands into tentacles covered with black hair and stretches them out of the window. With a burst of spiritual energy, the black hair on the tentacles instantly straightens, and then looks like Arrows were shot out, densely attacking the police blocking the road on both sides.

The cultists each exerted different abilities. The police who blocked the road were restrained because of the large number of children in the car and did not dare to use powerful weapons. For a while, they had no means of dealing with them. After sacrificing many manpower, they could only zoom in. The bus convoy left, and the police officers who survived without injury hurriedly drove and followed with Joseph.

They were afraid of the weird tactics of the cult members and did not dare to get too close. They were also worried about the children in the car, so they could only follow the bus at a distance and keep a certain safe distance.

On the first bus, the driver glanced behind him and asked to the side: "What should I do? Do you want to stop and get rid of these bugs first?"

In the passenger seat, a lump of material that looked like a gelatinous soft-bodied creature hardened and condensed, and finally turned into a human form. He said lightly: "No, let them follow. When they arrive at the Holy Land and the figure of God reflects on the earth, they will Know what real horror is."

There are more and more police officers following the bus. The lives of hundreds of children, let alone Phoenix City, even the commander-in-chief has to tremble when he comes. In addition to the Trevina District Police Department, the Phoenix City Chief Police Department The bureau, other branch bureaus, and the special affairs handling brigade all exploded and began to send people there.

Luke had just finished dealing with the cult leader. Before he could take a breath, he received a call from Joseph. After learning about the current situation, he quickly rode on Halpie and drove on.

Soon, the police knew the cultists’ destination—the restricted area of ​​the Abyss Battlefield.

Most of the abyssal pollution there has been dealt with after several rounds of cleanup, so the FBI has only a few manpower left to monitor it, and it is currently in a basically defenseless state.

Without waiting for the police to remind them, the FBI personnel who stayed behind in the restricted area were attacked by cultists who were lurking in advance. The only defensive force in the restricted area was quickly defeated. The gate of the restricted area failed, and the remaining personnel died in the battle. The cultists Come in with great strides.

The children were kicked off the bus, and a dozen cultists watched over them and urged them toward the center of the restricted area. There were seven or eight half-human, half-rats who had lost their human form and were covered with scales and tentacles. They were carrying a strange stone statue and placed it in the middle of the pond that was originally used to release water and raise fish. .

The half-rat people put on black robes, gathered around the statue and began to chant incantations. Their voices were low and strange, like whispers from hell.

As their movements became more and more crazy, the statues seemed to begin to respond to their calls, emitting thick and sticky moist mist around them. Soon, the fog submerged the surrounding areas and extended outside the restricted area.

In the mist, there seemed to be a vague sound of rodents grinding their teeth and squeaking.

Hearing this voice, a trace of disappointment appeared in the eyes of the soft creature-like figure. It was the "guard" who had been hidden in Clegg's office before. However, at this time, he looked more like the leader of a cult than Clegg.

He said to the people around him: "It seems that the one who answered the call is the Great Horned Rat God. The great Cthulhu is not interested in sacrifices. Go ahead and send those sacrifices."

A man in black robes with tentacles on his face left his side and groped forward in the mist to convey his orders.

The fog not only blocked the police's view, but it seemed that even the cultists couldn't see through it. They could only look for it bit by bit based on the routes and locations in their memories.

Outside the restricted area, watching the fog gradually dissipate, the anxious Joseph put on his body armor without telling the others, took two pistols, stepped on a rifle, and took advantage of the opportunity for the fog to spread outwards to get in directly.

In the center of the restricted area, the first few children were thrown directly into the fish pond by the cultists around them. The rest also noticed the change and began to escape while the fog blocked their sight.

After arriving at the destination, the cultists no longer worried about accidentally killing the sacrifices, and their movements became rough. They waved their tentacles wantonly in mid-air, rolled up all the children they touched, and threw them into the sacrifice field at will.

Soon, the sound of rustling fur was heard in the "sacrifice" - the original pool, followed by screams of fear, painful wails, and the sounds of countless gnawing of flesh.

Finally, the wailing sound disappeared, leaving only the "crunching" sound of the rodent's sharp incisors on the bones.

After a while, there was another "plop" and "plop" sound, and the above sounds repeated themselves again.

Because Hervé was scolded again in the car, he limped when he got off the bus, and naturally fell to the end of the queue. At this time, the situation for him and Jeanne was slightly better.

As the crowd began to commotion and flee, Herway recalled the survival knowledge that Andrew had taught him.

"When a crowd riot occurs, we can't outrun adults, and we can easily fall and be trampled to death. Don't run around at this time, find a strong bunker, and then lean on it to protect yourself."

He held his sister's hand tightly, followed the direction he just remembered, and slowly groped to find the cement pier he just noticed. He asked his sister to squat down against the concrete pier, and he hugged her from behind, using his back to shield the outside from possible dangers. s damage.

Time passed minute by second, and from time to time there was the sound of a whip breaking through the air around the two people, and occasionally the sound of a child crying and struggling after being rolled up. Hervé hugged his sister tightly in fear, and the two of them The person clung to the cement pier, trying to reduce the area of ​​stress on him as much as possible, gritting his teeth tightly, not daring to cry.

At this time, gunshots began to appear intermittently in the thick fog, and the police began to enter the restricted area under various pressures. However, it was obvious that in this dense fog where they could not see their fingers, the modern weapons in their hands were far inferior. The cultists had easy access, and soon the police who entered the thick fog were forced to disperse, suffering heavy casualties.

Although she couldn't see the horrific scene outside, Jeanne could still picture the tragic scene in the thick fog in her mind through her wails. She dug into her brother's arms again, as if she could have more love in this way. sense of security.

Among the whistling and squirming sounds of the tentacles, the sounds of running away, wailing, and gnawing, Jeanna suddenly heard a very discordant sound.

A man lowered his voice and called his and his brother's names quickly.

"Jeanne" "Hervé" "Are you there?"

Jeanne recalled carefully that this seemed to be the voice of the very kind bald uncle yesterday.