The American Scripture

The city of Tijuana, Mexico, is shining at night. This is the second largest city in Mexico. \\\\　 is bordered by San Diego in the United States, and the road from San Diego to Tijuana is only 19 kilometers. It can be passed by a tourist bus, and the inspection is relatively loose, but when coming to the United States, it is much stricter. It is to guard against smugglers in Mexico.

The prosperous surface of Tijuana during the day has been concealed by the night. Under the night is the darkness and filth under the prosperous concealment. In every dark corner of the city, some people are dealing in drugs. From their vigilant eyes, From their hurried steps and fierce eyes, it can be seen that they are not good people.

A thin figure walks on a dirty street with sewage, leather shoes make a monotonous "Da Da" sound on the street. He wears a rounded polite and a black suit. This is a relatively hot summer, it is considered a rather different dress, and appearing here makes people think that he has another purpose.

"I have set this place, please get out of the way, thank you!" The man in the top hat walked to the place where a few young people gathered. Those young people had their arms out and wore short vests, shirtless inside, and two Showing strong muscles, they looked at the man provocatively. Someone was whistling. Then they came around.

"Are you taking drugs?" The man in the top hat looked at these young men and asked blankly. His accent had a very strong American accent. It was obvious that he was not good at Mexican language.

"Yes, we are taking drugs. Yankees!" One of the stronger youths walked up to him, and then reached out and pushed his chest. "You're uncomfortable. Man, although we don't want to provoke Americans, But... Julio, where are we still the American we killed last time?"

The young man named Julio was thin but looked very tall. He blew a whistle and said with a loud smile to the strong young man: "Yes. We cut her off and threw it in. In the river, maybe the fish here have been fattened. Who knows."

The top hat man was stunned, and then sighed: "You killed an American woman?"

"Yes, so what?" Julio squeezed to the front of the crowd and backed the top hat man again. He looked at him provocatively and said. "We not only killed her, we also enjoyed it. Do you know what it's like to be killed by a dozen men? Or we can let you taste it. Although I am not gay, I don't reject men!"

"Haha, Julio, you will die on this!" Someone laughed loudly, "Maybe there is AIDS. So you'd better bring that tmd cover."

"Maybe he would prefer to taste his stool himself!" Someone also booed, whistling unscrupulously. Then the man named Julio pushed another top hat man. Then he warned him, "Listen, Yankees, this is Mexico. You don’t need to point your finger at me anymore. If you dare to do this, you’ll be dead. Get out, hurry up, don’t show up in front of me. I don’t have much patience, and I don’t even mind killing an American. Of course...you are not the first and you will not be the last. You better remember!"

The man in the bowler hat didn't move. He stood there quietly looking at the man named Julio, as if a flagpole was standing there. The polite eyes were hidden in the shadow of the brim of the hat and looked a little horrible. It made the man named Julio a little uneasy, and even some inexplicable anger.

"Don't you hear from tmd? Get away, or I'll kill you!" As Julio took out a revolver from his back, it was a silver looking even in the dim light He lowered the shiny revolver, pointed at the polite man, and yelled hoarsely.

The people around were quiet, and they couldn't help taking a step back. Although they have done murders, it is still a bit risky to kill an American on the street, so their retreat is almost a subconscious behavior, to make themselves and that **** Julio separate. distance.

"Damn it!" Julio obviously felt his comrades back away, so he turned around and shouted at them, "Have your eggs been eaten by dogs? Come here and watch how I get rid of this arrogance. Of the Americans, look, it’s me who shoots, it’s me, not you, if you’re afraid, go home and eat mom’s milk!" He waved his pistol, somewhat disdainful Yelled fiercely at the comrades.

"Julio, we... there is no need to do this!" Even the brawny guy with the tattoo at the beginning couldn't help but stop and persuade Julio, "We can beat him up so that he can't find him. To mom, but... there is no need to shoot, you know? This will provoke the police."

"Are you afraid of the police?" Julio sneered, then aimed at the top hat man's forehead, pulled the pistol back, and then looked at the top hat man and said coldly, "Kneel down, from me Crawling over in his crotch, I will spare your life, or I will blow your head right away." He really spread his legs apart and stood in front of the top hat man.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" The top hat man looked at Julio, frowned, and suddenly asked.

"Yes, what's the difficulty? Or do you really want me to give you a good shot?" After saying this, the guy laughed, then looked back and laughed at the comrades who came up again. "This is just a Fuck me, I will let him drill into my crotch, or I will pee and let him taste Mexican beer."

"Get down, Yankee!" Someone urged loudly, but it was obvious that the American did not move, but the strong man came over with a baseball bat, stood diagonally behind the top hat man, and suddenly turned towards He bent his leg, and if this stick hits, the bowler's leg is useless.

"Suddenly—" There was a blast of wind from a baseball bat in the air, but he didn't hit anything, and he was taken aback. Not only did he froze for a while, everyone froze for a while, as they looked around. I saw the man standing behind the strong man, looking at him and saying, "You shouldn't do this."

"Damn, I should do this!" The strong man cursed, turning his head back suddenly, and the baseball bat swept across behind him again, but he staggered a few steps because of excessive force. Then I stood firm and saw the top hat man standing in front of him, warning again: "You are like this. I will fight back!"

"Md, go to hell!" The thin Julio came back to his senses, pointed his gun at the top hat man and pulled the trigger with a "bang". The bullet flew out. He flew obliquely towards the back of the top hat man, everyone was ready to see the splash of blood, but...the bullet did not know where it went.

"Shit!" Julio cursed, raised the gun and shot again, but still didn't shoot. The man was like a loach, but almost shot his companion. Two of them were almost shot. Scolding Julio loudly: "Asshole. You almost beat me, **** it. He's behind you!"

Turning around, I didn’t see the man in the top hat, but saw a big bull-like man standing in front of him. He was shocked. When he subconsciously wanted to raise the pistol, he was beaten all the time. I caught my neck, and then I heard a crunch of bones. Julio's head was tilted, and he slumped softly beside him. Then he was thrown on the ground by the big man, as if thrown away. Like a rag bag.

"You have become kind?" The big man walked towards the bowler hat man who was standing not far away. "It's not that I know Preskin. I can clearly feel your changes. What has happened these days? ?"

"Be careful behind!" The top hat man shook his head and reminded him.

The brawny man swung his baseball bat and smashed towards the big man. This time he was very powerful, very fast. He even heard the sound of the baseball bat smashing his head and making the sound of broken bones, but... It's about to be heard. He smashed the heads of several people with this baseball bat, but this time it was an exception.

The baseball bat was pinched by the beater all the time, and then the hand suddenly squeezed, the hard baseball bat unexpectedly fell apart, and then the big man showed his sharp teeth and let out a roar. Suddenly the group of people was stunned, and then they screamed and ran away.

That is not a human at all, it is a monster. They saw sharp teeth, shining coldly under the street lamp, like a legendary monster. They were scared to death, their souls were scattered, and they crawled around and fled, and some even peeed out in fright. A fishy smell fermented in the street air.

The brawny man was already on the ground with fright. He shuddered into a ball and stammered over and over again only to say this one word: "Forgive me, forgive me... God... God... Save me..."

"Are you degraded?" The big man didn't even glance at the strong man, but at the man in the bowler hat in front of him~www.wuxiaspot.com~When did your heart become so kind? If according to the past temperament, these people are already dead and can no longer die, they dare to challenge your patience, they will live impatiently! "

"People will change!" The man in the top hat said lightly.

"You are not a human being, you are a vampire, only blood can keep you alive!" The big man shook his head, "Vampires should use blood to baptize their souls. It didn't take long for us to separate, you actually have this It seems that you must have experienced something in your body!"

"Yes, the things I have experienced made me feel the possibility of being a human being, so... I chose to be a human being instead of continuing to drink blood!" said the man in a bowler hat, taking the politeness off, Moonlight On his face, there was also the light of the street lamp shining on his face, which showed a trace of rosy on his pale face.

"God, you... how did you do it?" The big man couldn't help but exclaimed, and then tried to approach the bowler hat man. At this moment, Jean suddenly stopped, turned around abruptly, and heard a short sound With the voice of "Ah!", the strong man tried to get up and escape, but as soon as he turned around, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. When he lowered his head to look down, a hand suddenly passed through his back, blood was sparking. Sparkling, there is still a heart that seems to be still pulsating in his hand. (To be continued...) u