People in American comics start abstracting from template capabilities

The "Scavenger" was extremely efficient. In less than two hours, a van full of weapons sped over and parked in the alleyway at the back door of the bar.

The driver in charge got out of the car, handed the car key to Link, and took out a list of invoices.

Lead Link to the back of the car, open the trunk door, and display weapons.

What comes into view are piles of various weapons.

He touched the cold metal gun with satisfaction and knocked on the crisp weapon box.

Link opened the polyethylene safety box again. Inside was a grenade wrapped in foam padding.

In the horrified eyes of the people around him, Link picked up one at random, as if he were choosing a favorite fruit in the supermarket, tossed it in his hand, and weighed it.

Everyone's eyes followed the grenade up and down, fearing that Link's hand would slip and pull the safety.

Their eyes were full of nervousness, and their steps were frivolous, as if they were going to retreat quickly in the next second, and lay down with their heads in their hands.

It seems like it will explode if you look at it one more time,

If you get closer, you will be melted by the neurotic man in front of you.

"It's not gone, don't be nervous (hippie smiley face.jpg)"

"..."(_)X7

Put the grenade back in the box, close the door,

Link turned to the young waiter standing aside and spoke,

"Say hello to the old gentleman for me and thank him for his help!"

Immediately, Link got on the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator, and the van sped away.

The remaining strong men in suits looked at each other, and their hearts were relieved. One of them couldn't help but sigh,

"Finally sent this living father away..."

——I am the dividing line

Humming a cheerful tune, Link soon arrived at a location not far from the target location. He took out his telescope and observed it for a while.

This is a three-story mansion built in the suburbs, surrounded by tall walls.

With the mansion as the core, it spreads out to the surrounding areas and is tightly sealed. Several patrolling figures can be vaguely seen. They are all fully armed and holding weapons.

"Fuck, it's really a mansion. There's not a hive base or something underground here, right?"

"Is this really a biological crisis!?"

After complaining about this, Link walked behind the van, opened the trunk door, and began to count and organize the weapons.

Faced with this obvious "trap" and the inevitable "conspiracy", it seems that there is no other good way except to break through.

But being at the mercy of the enemy and deciding the direction of his actions really made Link feel extremely uncomfortable.

Link's astonishing brain circuit soon turned in an unusual direction.

"Hey! I have an idea!"

"The standard answer to this difficult problem was given more than 20 years ago!"

At this time, a bold idea began to sprout in Link's mind...

——Inside the mansion villa,

In the hall on the top floor, thick bright red silk curtains block the sunlight from reaching the outside world.

Retro-style crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling.

The pale candle on the copper base shone dimly with a dim light, and was refracted by the dense cluster of crystals to illuminate the entire hall.

The soft wool carpet is embroidered with intricate and gorgeous rose patterns.

A beautiful figure lay lazily on the throne in the center of the hall,

The skin as translucent as mutton-fat jade was exposed to the air unscrupulously,

However, its surface is now covered with fine beads of sweat, and its graceful body is also moving with the strong body behind it.

The intertwining of bronze and white jade creates a unique style.

As the smooth and delicate instep suddenly straightened, the toes painted with bright red nail polish contracted tightly and then relaxed with relief.

After a moment of trembling, everything became boring,

Caitlin stood up immediately, dripping between her legs,

She pulled up the meaningless black lace translucent gauze dress she wore, and simply adjusted her makeup.

He kicked the strong man who was already foaming at the mouth off the throne.

She spoke disdainfully,

"Useless guy."

The man who was kicked off the throne was obviously haggard and looked thin.

The body of a walking corpse and the "corpse" that are also used as "tools" lying on the floor have been piled up into a small pile.

Just when Caitlin was about to speak and call the next "sacrifice" for her pleasure,

"boom--"

The entire hall, or rather the mansion, suddenly began to vibrate violently, and the crystal chandeliers on the ceiling were shaking, almost causing the candles to fall.

When Caitlin came back to her senses, she also had an angry look on her face, her long, bright red hair, and her fangs that had grown longer.

"What's going on! Someone is here! Where are all the people?"

After a while, several figures with pale faces wearing slender suits hurried over.

When they saw Caitlin, they knelt on one knee, lowering their heads and not daring to look directly at her.

Not only does he have a deep-seated fear of the seemingly beautiful woman in front of him, he is also worried that he will become the next victim.

I can only speak submissively,

"Reporting to the Queen, we seem to have suffered a terrorist attack. The second floor of the mansion was hit by a plane. All our people have already gone there..."

"Huh? What did you say!?"

Time goes back to five minutes ago,

On the second floor of the mansion, two patrol guards were walking leisurely in the corridor.

One of them spoke to his companions,

"I'm going to smoke a cigarette and relax for a while. You can keep an eye on me,"

"Henry, is it really okay if we fish like this? What if we are discovered?"

"Why are you panicking? We are just the guards responsible for the safety of the mansion. To be precise, we are the patrol guards on the second floor."

"Are you still worried that someone can break through so many guards deployed outside and come directly in here?"

He glanced disdainfully at this newcomer who had never seen the world before. In line with the concept of "fishing makes people happy\

,"Henry walked to a hidden corner, took out the cigarette box from his waist, took out a cigarette, put it nicely into his mouth, held the cigarette in his mouth and prepared to light it for himself.

"Henry!"

The companion suddenly screamed and almost let the lighter in Henry's hand light his collar.

"Fake! You are sick, why are you shouting so loudly?"

"The plane...the plane is coming!"

"What kind of plane? You were high on flying leaves at the Queen's party last night, right?"

Cursing and walking to his companion, Henry found that his face was stiff, his legs were weak, his fingers were pointing out of the floor-to-ceiling window, and his chin was trembling.

"Over there...look over there!!!!"

"what the hell……"

Henry turned his head to look. When he saw the scene outside the window clearly, the cigarette in his mouth had fallen unconsciously.

Henry, who was still worried that cigarette ashes would accidentally fall on the wool carpet, had no intention of thinking about anything else at this moment.

All he could see was the behemoth that kept approaching,

It was a plane painted in red and white,

"Today... today is not September 11th (⊙o⊙)"

This sentence was the last thought in Henry's mind before his eyesight went dark and he completely lost consciousness.