Nightmare Attack

"Stop talking nonsense, don't ask more questions than you should, and close the hatch!" The captain, a lean man, shouted at the top of his lungs: "After entering the scene, you don't need to report anything that moves, just open fire!"

"Anything can happen inside. Remember, no matter what we see or hear, it's all fake!" the captain emphasized, "That's all I say, even if you see the leader standing inside, you should also I'll blast him!"

"clear!"

…

In the suburbs, a semi-abandoned building.

In a room with the style of the last century, an old man slowly opened his eyes from the bed. A simple wooden bed was next to the wall. The walls were mottled and still had light green paint left on them.

And beside his pillow, there was a silver pistol quietly placed.

The cold moonlight shines in from the window and shines on Gong Zhe's haggard face. He is old and shabby, with sunken eye sockets and a strangely pale skin, like a corpse that has been left for a long time.

At this moment, he was staring at the pistol quietly. This pistol belonged to one of the few men he could call his friend. This pistol was a man's life and would never leave his side.

"Hehehe..." A burst of strange laughter came from not far away. A woman dressed as a nurse was facing away from him, sitting in the shadows, her shoulders trembling with laughter, "Why, do you recognize this one?" Got a gun, right?"

The laughter became weirder and weirder, as if it came from all directions, "After all, this minister is your best friend, hehehe... You can't imagine that before he died, he was still looking forward to you to save him.

"The Bone Eviscerator has such a great reputation, but now it is useless. He is a useless old man. He still needs to be hidden and protected here. It is really pitiful..."

The voice continued, and every word became more vicious. Gong Zhe just looked down at the gun beside his pillow. No one knew what he was thinking.

"Remember my name, I am the puppet master. My master and two senior brothers died in your hands. Today, I will make you pay the price, so you can go down and accompany me with peace of mind..."

A shadow flashed on the ground in the room, and the next moment, Gong Zhe was standing in front of the window, holding a short guy with weird clothes in his hand.

Blood dripped down the man's taut instep and onto the ground, splashing onto Gong Zhe's leg.

The puppet master's hands were stretched out in front of him, bent and deformed like chicken claws. His body was shaking constantly, and from time to time there was a sound of bones about to crack.

His head was raised upwards, his neck was straight, his bloodshot eyes almost fell out, his mouth was wide open, blood bubbles kept coming out, and he made a "gurgling" sound.

Gong Zhe grabbed his head with one hand and lifted him up, five fingers embedded in his skull like steel bars.

"If a loser like you can't kill him, who else?" Gong Zhe tightened his fingers, and the puppet master's head was squeezed out of shape and almost exploded.

"Magician! Dancer! And... there was also the sword demon, the singer! The singer also went! But he died and was killed by the minister!" Only now did the puppet master know the difference between him and Gong Zhe. How old he was, he didn't even see his figure clearly before his body was found and pulled out of the darkness.

"Don't kill me. I'll give the gun...the gun back to you. I still have good things with me, the contract, the contract you need, right? Give it all to you, let me go, let me go. These are all yours!"

After feeling the coldness on Gong Zhe's face, the puppet master loudly begged for mercy: "You can't kill me, I'm still useful. We have big plans. It's not us, it's the night watchmen. They plan to use us to attack major cities. I know their plan, I will be useful to you!"

"I will go find these people." Gong Zhe looked at the pleading puppet master, his eyes turned blood red, "You are right, I... really need you now."

Hearing that he was needed, the puppet master barely managed to save his life and gasped for air. But the next second, in his sight, Gong Zhe suddenly opened his mouth wide and bit down on his neck.

About half an hour later, a sharp siren suddenly echoed throughout the building, and a dense and heavy sound of footsteps approached here.

"Dongdongdong."

There was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Gong, are you okay?" Although the visitor was in a hurry, his tone was still polite, "Mr. Gong?"

After hearing no answer, several men stopped hesitating and worked together to open the door. The old wooden door collapsed. When they shined a flashlight on it, what they saw in front of them really shocked them.

There was a thick layer of blood on the floor behind the window.

The blood dripped all the way to the bed.

On the bed, there was a person wrapped in the quilt at the moment, with his head shrunk in the quilt. A man dared to step forward and lift the quilt. Inside was a twisted and shriveled corpse, with a broken head and a broken neck. , the remaining half of his face was filled with fear.

More importantly, no one knew this person.

Not Gong Zhe...

"Quick, send a telegram to the headquarters! The base has been invaded and Mr. Gong is missing!"

…

Rongcheng, a small and cozy studio.

Jiang Cheng was eating a burger with red wine. There was also a pack of unpacked French fries and a box of Family Buckets on the table. "Are you really not going to eat some?" Jiang Cheng tilted his head. He ordered a lot of takeout. Enough for him and Fatty.

At this moment, the fat man had just finished the aerobics and was dripping with sweat. He simply wiped his face with the towel hanging around his neck, shook his head and said firmly: "If you can't get a doctor, you can eat it yourself. I will practice Kung Fu later and review it." The fighting moves you taught me before."

In the conflict between the bar and the night watchman, Fatty used the moves taught by the doctor, and the effect was very good.

Seeing the fat man resolutely rejecting his favorite junk food, Jiang Cheng was deeply relieved. He took out another can of ice-cold happy water, opened the tab with a "pop", took a sip, and narrowed his eyes happily. "Ah~~"

Watching the fat man exercise, it was as if he was also exercising, without any guilt.

Because of the last ghost movie, Fatty stopped watching movies recently to practice his courage, and instead read horror novels, reading alone late at night.

One night when Jiang Cheng couldn't sleep, he suddenly saw the fat man on the sofa through the half-open bedroom door, quietly retracting his feet under the quilt, and then gently climbed out of the bedroom, intending to scare him.

But halfway up the climb, he suddenly realized that the fat man was different from before. He knew kung fu. When he thought of the fat man's flying kick last time, Jiang Cheng's back molars still hurt, so he thought again and again and climbed back the same way. .

It's not because I'm afraid, it's just that it's so late at night, and I can't bear to do anything wrong.

Just as Jiang Cheng was quietly crawling back, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark figure standing on the wall. Jiang Cheng raised his head. The shadow first tilted its head and looked at the fat man outside, then looked down at him, grinned, and smiled.

Jiang Cheng: "..."

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A new dungeon is opening today, so... cheers, 10 updates today!