Killing America Terror Starts at a Fatal Turn

Northwest Phoenix, on the edge of town, where town meets wilderness.

Thick, airtight plastic tents were set up here.

The woman walked out of the tent area tiredly. She put down her blood-stained sleeves and tried to cover the dense, small but fresh scars on her arms.

Her name is Virginie and she is a locust breeder. The locusts she raises have two main uses.

This kind of locust is large in size and has fresh and tender meat. Many barbecue restaurants are competing to buy it and have become a novel food.

The stunted and smaller locusts become feed and are sold to some farms that raise chickens and ducks, where they can provide nutritious food for chickens and ducks.

However, Virginie's breeding farm encountered a problem some time ago.

The locusts she raised became lifeless and very low in activity for some unknown reason.

Not only are these locusts too lazy to give birth or eat, they are even too lazy to move.

Virginie thought carefully for a long time. She didn't understand why this happened.

She did not provide high-priced houses to these locusts, nor did she create antagonism between males and females. She only harvested a batch of locusts regularly and sold them. How could she let them lie down?

However, despite Virginie's best efforts, the locust output was getting less and less every day.

She is no longer able to supply sufficient supplies to her previous partners and is about to achieve a new achievement - breach of contract.

Frustrated and angry, she smashed the lifeless locust breeding tent. The successful operation failed. She slipped and fell, knocking herself unconscious on the spot.

When she woke up from the coma, the wound was already covered with locusts, which were eating her blood with relish. In panic, she drove the locusts away from her body and hurriedly left this ghost place.

Unexpectedly, something strange happened.

That night, these locusts were very active. The locusts that had swallowed the blood became excited, as if they had just finished stealing the wages of migrant workers. The contractor who is about to go to the foot-washing city is just as active and has an extremely strong desire to reproduce.

Seeing the improvement of the breeding situation, Virginie tried twice more with her own blood under the trend of money power.

Sure enough, when these locusts eat blood, they are as excited as taking a small blue pill. But as long as the blood stops for a period of time, they will be even more sluggish than before eating blood, and their desire to move is not as good as that of 45-year-old Yang Wei, a middle-aged social animal.

Virginie tried using pig blood for feeding, which had some effect at first, but soon, as if resistance had developed, stale pig blood could no longer satisfy the locusts.

She was originally excited about her great discovery, further expanded the scale of breeding, and reached cooperation agreements with more businesses, but the sudden lack of cooperation from the locusts gave her another fatal blow.

As a last resort, she tried feeding again with her own blood.

Sure enough, the effect is very good.

After trying again and again, she finally reached the final conclusion.

These locusts seem to only recognize fresh flesh and blood, especially human flesh and blood.

The obsessed Virginie started stealing directly from the breeding farm next door. From stealing other people's pet dogs, she evolved to stealing cattle to feed locusts.

As for why not buy it?

On the one hand, it costs nothing to steal.

On the other hand, after all, feeding locusts alive was so anti-human and looked similar to a cult ritual. Virginie could not explain this outrageous operation to her family and friends.

at night.

It’s another happy cattle-stealing time.

Lao Wang next door raises so many cows that he can't stop stealing them no matter what.

What Virginie didn't expect was that although Lao Wang's family had many cows, he cherished them very much and gave each of them a different name.

During this week, Martin, the old Wang family next door, lost two heifers, Cuihua and Sauerkraut, in succession. When he was taking inventory, he discovered something was wrong. He suspected that a cattle thief was eyeing his farm and took a shotgun. Lurk quietly, preparing to capture the cattle rustlers when they commit another crime.

After crouching for half the night, the cattle rustler didn't wait, but his good neighbor Virginie did.

Martin and Virginie have always had a good relationship. When they cook barbecue at home, they always give her a portion. Virginie also gave him fried locusts several times. Martin was about to go out to say hello when he discovered Virginie. Sneaking towards his pasture with a knife and a big bag.

‘Could it be that the cattle rustler is this good neighbor? ’

But she has no reason. Her locust business is booming. Why steal her own cattle?

He murmured in his heart, preparing to wait and see what would happen.

Virginie walked to the breeding farm, looked at the sleeping cows, found a calf, raised the knife in her hand, and stabbed the sharp blade directly into its heart.

After a "moo" sound, Niu Niu fell to the ground.

Virginie skillfully put the cow into a big bag, dragged it outside, put it in the back of the pickup truck, and drove to the locust breeding base not far away.

Martin was filled with curiosity and anger. After Virginie walked away, he quietly drove to follow her.

He wanted to see what kind of face this "good neighbor" looked like under the mask.

Then he saw Virginie skillfully dragging the calf's body out of the car and dragging it to the locust tent to feed it.

This woman!

No!

She is a witch!

Emotions of anger and panic alternately emerged in Martin's heart. Virginie's current performance looked like a witch performing an evil ritual, and those evil locusts were the demons she summoned.

Thinking that he had eaten roasted locust meat several times, Martin suddenly felt frightened and nauseous. He retched twice on the spot, but nothing came out.

"Damn witch!"

Martin cursed secretly in his mind, picked up the shotgun in his hand, slowed down and walked towards the tent, intending to get closer to confirm his suspicion.

He crept closer, opened a small gap from the tent door and looked inside.

Part of the calf's blood and flesh was smeared on the ground like paste, and it looked like it had been broken up by a meat grinder to make it easier for the locusts to eat.

The locusts lay densely on the flesh and blood, their mouthparts kept extending and biting, devouring the feast of flesh and blood on the ground wantonly.

Oh, God! How evil this is!

Martin became so angry that he even forgot to look for Virginie.

Then, Virginie, dragging the remaining calf flesh and blood, happened to appear from the side of the tent. She was startled by the eyes in the gap in the tent. In desperation, she threw the bag filled with flesh and blood at Martin.

Outside the tent, Martin was even more surprised.

Imagine that you have just witnessed an evil witch's sacrificial feeding ceremony. When you are in shock, suddenly the witch appears in your field of vision covered in blood and throws a bloody package at you.

May I ask, how will you react?

Martin's body responded decisively.

Fuck you.

Martin, who often hunts, has very good marksmanship. Before the bag flew in front of him, he raised his hand and shot the bag of flesh in the air.

There was a "crash" and blood splashed everywhere, covering the two people's vision.

Martin lowered the muzzle of the gun slightly and pulled the trigger again. There was a "bang" sound, followed by the woman's cry of pain and the sound of her body falling to the ground.

When the blood was gone, Martin wiped the blood on his face that blocked his vision and looked over. A big wound appeared on Virginie's chest. She fell backwards and fell to the ground. There was a "loud" sound in her throat, as if she wanted to say something. What, but the vocal organs were also damaged by lead bullets, and the vision gradually dimmed.

As Virginie fell to the ground, a large amount of blood seeped out, and the locusts behind her instantly became commotion. The delicious beef mince on the ground seemed to have become tasteless. They flapped their wings and flew up, surrounding Virginie's body. Tuan, swallowing the fresh blood flowing through her body.

Seeing these terrifying locusts, Martin fired three shots, beating Virginie's body to pieces, but not many of the locusts died, there were still countless.

On the contrary, because of the power of the gunshot, Virginie's blood and flesh spattered, her brain opened, and her wounds tore, making it easier for the locusts to eat.

Seeing this bloody scene that could make people with intensive phobia faint, Martin couldn't bear it anymore.

He put away the shotgun, returned to the car, took out a barrel of gasoline from the trunk, poured it on several tents where locusts were kept, then lit torches and threw them over.

The very flammable plastic sheet quickly began to burn with the help of gasoline. Within a minute, all the locust tents were swallowed up by huge tongues of flames.

Martin looked at the flames soaring into the sky with joy, and made a cross gesture on his chest, feeling that he had made a great contribution to God's cause.

Before he could finish drawing the cross, the movements of his hands suddenly froze.

In the blazing fire, a large number of locusts crowded together and flew out. The outer wings of the locusts were ignited and fell to the ground. However, the largest number of locusts in the core were basically unscathed. The gray locusts crowded into a ball and flew into the sky. From a distance, the fire looked like a sandstorm blocking out the sky and the sun.

Martin opened his mouth wide and stared at what was happening in front of him.

The locusts rushed into the flames, and within a short while, they took turns eating up Virginie's body, leaving only the white skeleton.

Only then did Martin realize the danger. He turned around and tried to get into the car to escape, but how could he outrun the one with wings?

After eating the Virginie, the locust swarm quickly focused on the living creature Martin who was still at the scene.

A large number of locusts swarmed up the river and surrounded Martin into a sphere.

Martin slapped his body hard, closed his eyes to prevent the fragile eyeballs from being attacked by locusts, and used his hands to form claws to pull away the locusts that rushed to his face.

But the locusts were endless. As soon as he removed some, new locusts immediately came to replace him.

Soon, his face was scratched with blood by the sharp barbs on the locust's legs, and the locusts greedily began to open their mouthparts to suck the light blood.

Martin walked forward with his eyes closed. Surrounded and impacted by a large number of locusts, he soon lost his balance and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the locusts clinging to him were also wriggling their mouthparts, biting and cutting his skin.

Soon, the most delicate facial skin was torn apart.

First the eyelids and lips, then the eyeballs and cheeks as they were bitten open.

The locusts evolved rapidly, and within a short time, their mouthparts were sharp enough to bite open Martin's clothing and burrow into his body to find a suitable place to eat.

Martin roared in pain, but soon the sound turned into a horrified "Ooooh".

A large number of locusts crawled into his mouth when he opened his mouth to cry out in pain. He ignored the sharp barbs on the locust legs and bit down hard, killing several locusts near his teeth. However, the first few locusts that entered had already passed through. Holding the throat and starting towards the throat.

The uncomfortable feeling of the foreign body entering made him vomit, and a large amount of acidic water surged out of his stomach.

But this little bit of impact was completely unable to do anything to the locusts. They firmly fixed their barbs on Martin's soft tongue and mouth, allowing him to vomit and continue to explore inside.

The foreign body sensation in his throat and spread throughout his body was countless times more painful than Ling Chi. The pain made old Martin want to faint immediately. In such pain, he finally couldn't bear it. He raised the shotgun in his hand with his last strength and trembled. He pointed the gun at his own head majestically.

Pull the trigger.

"Click"

Nothing happens.

He had poured all the remaining bullets from the shotgun onto Virginie's body.

Martin, who couldn't help but die, let out a painful cry, and more locusts burrowed into his mouth in an instant.

He writhed in place, and after more than a minute, he finally made no sound, ushering in the final relief.

The locust swarm that had fed the two of them calmed down, covered the ground densely, and began to mate and lay eggs.

Some small locusts began to molt and grow. Their sizes became larger, their wings were shiny, their mouthparts became sharper, and the armor on several limbs became harder. Compared with the previous locusts, they were completely different.

The next morning, the number of locusts had doubled.

The locusts that covered the sky first flew to Martin's pasture. The locusts passed by and no grass grew. Soon, only bones were left in the pasture.

Then the locusts rushed towards the town, which smelled of more delicious food.

There are only a dozen or so people living in this small town that was created spontaneously due to breeding and livestock raising.

Locusts flew in swarms, smashed glass, and penetrated everywhere. Many small town residents were even attacked by locusts in their sleep, woke up in severe pain, and then fell into eternal sleep.

No one even had time to pass on the news to the outside world. Soon, these people all became the prey of locusts.

The appetite of the locusts, which increased greatly in number, also increased dramatically. Without flesh and blood to eat, they targeted plants and food.

As long as there is any vitality in the wild, everything will be eaten by the locust swarm and become the energy for the next round of evolution and reproduction.

As long as they eat blood food, the reproductive ability of these locusts is as if they are cheated. After just one day, the overall number of locust swarms has increased dozens of times.

After the second morning, the insect swarm had completely covered the town, forming a yellow cloud that stretched for thousands of meters.

The insect swarm at the core gradually condensed into a looming black horse. A knight with no face appeared and vaguely said one word - "famine". Then the insect swarm seemed to have a collective will and vibrated together. He took off his wings and flew towards the direction where the human aura was strongest.