Blood factory.

The moment the protective layer of spider silk was destroyed, the fishy smell mixed with other smells rushed out of the factory. The spiders who had originally fled hesitated for a moment and then gathered again.

In the factory, there are human beings everywhere, including pot-bellied capitalists and skinny workers. Regardless of high or low, they hang on the hooks equally, waiting to be processed.

"As you wish, a batch of products can be processed and transferred immediately. So, which model should I choose?"

"Half of this batch of raw materials were processed into spider-men. It turns out that they are very useful. Both their perception and hunting ability can withstand the test. As long as they don't encounter particularly troublesome beings, they can be defeated by cooperation."

The actor who emerged from the octopus had a low voice. After speaking, his eyes wandered between the raw materials on the hook and the natives with deformed legs.

"What about the other part?"

"According to your original idea, join one section at a time to make a centipede."

McGarry, a worker in an alkaline chemical plant, loves design. His childhood dream was to become a biologist, but the reality is extremely realistic——

The poor have no room for advancement and are not worthy of learning knowledge, so they enter the sweatshop.

"Centipede? That's certainly worth trying."

A strange danger appeared on McGarry's face. The revival of the spiritual tide helped him realize his artistic dream. He could combine biology and art and design one life after another.

Spider-Man is a relatively successful case.

"Then let's start with this guy."

"I can't wait any longer."

McGarry walked quickly to a middle-aged man with fat head and big ears, pulled him out of the pool of blood, as if he were going to the livestock market to select chickens and ducks, and did the same to the others.

End to end.

That is, the buttocks of the previous person are connected to the mouth of the next person, and the hands and feet are facing down to form limb segments. Dozens of people maintain this posture and connect into a long line to form a centipede.

Frankly speaking, this is a poor design, but condensing the mixed soul into a new life is a matter of technology.

However, Lu Li didn't know this.

In order to rush for time, he did not explore the entire industrial area one by one. Even if some places were too quiet, anyone with a discerning eye could see that there was something fishy hidden in them.

Therefore, this can be regarded as a mistake.

Lu Li underestimated the danger of those processing plants and thought they were just hiding some frightened spider-men, so he did not deal with them for the time being.

"There must be a lot of monsters hiding in that industrial area. When we get to the church, inform the clergy over there to deal with them."

Officer Wensley was held in Lu Li's hand. At first, he was a little uncomfortable with it, but as time went by, he felt quite fresh——

It turns out that extraordinary beings can move so fast. If they didn't bring themselves with them, they would definitely be able to multiply exponentially based on this.

Looking at the tiny city under his feet and the gravity-defying movement method, the police officer yearned for power more and more.

From defender to defended.

From a law enforcement officer, to facing strange creatures that harm other people's lives, he has no ability to resist.

Wensley's heart was extremely complicated.

"Well, I will ask the Archbishop of Canterbury to send relevant forces to clean up the industrial area just now as soon as possible."

In fact, Lu Li could not guarantee that the church would immediately help solve the problem after he made the request. After all, the whole city was in trouble, thousands of mental hospitals needed to be purified, a large number of political dignitaries needed to be protected, and the priests were all busy.

In this case, unless a certain bishop is willing to take action personally, or the church hides some mysterious power as a back-up to deal with the crisis.

After hearing Lu Li's answer, Wensley couldn't help but sigh. If he was strong enough, he would do his best to get everything back on track.

It's a pity that I can't protect myself now.

While the two were on their way, Pan Ming, who was acting alone, also came to Fort Street.

Queen's Tavern.

Since ten days ago, this place has become a private club that is not open to the public.

The bosses are two Orientals. They are generous and considerate. They specialize in entertaining the worker brothers. They not only provide free drinks, but are also willing to provide financial help to all poor people.

"In this city full of oppression, no one can replace him among the workers. He is not a politician, not a vampire capitalist, and not a arrogant aristocrat."

"This Mr. Zhou is an educated Oriental who is completely on our side."

This is the evaluation given by Jones, the leader of the fraternal association, and his words are full of praise.

In the same way, Duke's head coach, Mr. Du Quan, also received high praise.

Pan Ming really didn't expect that even professional villains would be cleared one day. Well, it's a bit inaccurate to say that, he himself was cleared.

However, he learned from Lu Li that the two of them had been working against him, either helping aliens to act as villains, or appearing as evil aliens.

Sometimes, Pan Ming also wondered whether they were special actors specially selected to balance the power of all parties under the principal's eye.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Tian and Du Quan would transform into freedom fighters with a sense of justice and compassion in this world.

"Poor Dane Cullen!"

"He is basically a replica of 'Jude the Obscure' (the protagonist of the novel written by the famous writer Hardy of this era. He was born in poverty and became self-taught)."

As soon as I stepped into the tavern, I heard a familiar voice.

Zhou Tian stood at the renovated bar counter, telling stories in a loud voice. Even if he noticed a visitor coming, it did not affect his performance.

"He worked hard during the day and stayed up late at night to study. He embraced dreams and fought bravely for his ideals. He was a patriot, freedom-loving, and a fearless fighter. In the end, his strength was not enough to fight against the environment that hindered and stifled him."

"He became cynical and pessimistic, and finally breathed his last on a couch in the poor ward of Charity Hospital."

Having said this, Zhou Tian concluded with tears in his eyes:

"The so-called tragedy is that a person seems to be full of wisdom, but in fact he is unwise, and he dies in the end."

"In the East, there is a similar saying, everyone is drunk and I am alone..."

In the audience, countless people applauded desperately.

Mr. Jones was no exception. He explained to Pan Ming: "This must be written by Mr. Du. He is a great writer, a writer who belongs to workers and poor people."

Du Quan is responsible for writing short stories, while Zhou Tian is responsible for reciting, and they cooperate with each other to fully mobilize people's emotions in fighting to the end.

I have to say that Pan Ming really opened his eyes, and at the same time he felt a little helpless. These two people have always been unable to afford the opportunity.
Chapter completed!