Rudy Jones pressed his hand on the brick exterior wall. After leaving the military base, he walked several kilometers in the wilderness before finding a gas station on this asphalt road.
Under the cover of his sleeves, his skin turned purple.
With his other hand, he was holding a half-dead man... It was more like a mummy than a human being.
"This gas station attendant knows Portuguese because he spent time in Rio de Janeiro as a child."
The fat man who used to love donuts thought silently.
"I can speak Portuguese now."
"I don't know if it will be a permanent trait, or if it will fade like a photo left in the sun too long..."
"Hey, how do you speak Portuguese?"
The parasitic demon only felt more hungry, and the chemical energy he had just absorbed was completely lost in his body.
He felt like a balloon with a hole in it, sucking in and leaking at the same time, like Sisyphus pushing a boulder, and he could never reach the reality of being full.
"The owner of the convertible was wearing expensive shoes. He was filling up his tank at the gas station. His mind was sluggish due to drug addiction. He had no features worth mentioning."
He patted his head, then returned to the gas station, and stuffed the two people who had been sucked like mummies into a cabinet next to them.
He heard the drug dealer who came to refuel let out a weak howl. Fortunately, he didn't kill anyone.
He is not a murderer!
Then Rudy Jones subconsciously reached out and took away the last bit of his life before he could react.
Okay, now he's a murderer.
Gan.
He left the gas station holding on to the wall.
"Energy...new energy. My go-to remedy."
"Empty, longing, and acquisition, all reincarnate again and again. Over and over again."
Rudy thought: "I think this is a good thing and a bad thing."
He leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
The sun shines through the gaps between the buildings and shines on his face. Rudy lowers his head and looks at the glass next to him, which reflects a blurry and skinny figure.
His face seemed to be dissolving and blurred, disappearing into the dust and smoke, and no one could remember it.
"I...feel very strange. I am different. I have absorbed others, and I am no longer a human being."
"What will happen to my job?"
"What should I do with my attendance, last-place elimination, overtime, and the $100 bonus for the best employee?"
"And my sister..."
The thought of these things makes Rudy Jones very anxious, and once he starts to feel anxious... he wants to eat.
"I have to find something to eat. There... there is something there, it smells really good!"
He sensed...in a roughly vague direction, a condensed and huge energy was stored in the bodies of several people.
I really want to eat it!
This fragrance actually spreads so far!
"No! No! I can't eat it anymore. Do you know what you are doing? You are committing murder!"
The parasitic demon repeatedly warned himself through hypnosis.
"You still have a car payment, a mortgage and medical insurance to pay, and rent - you can't become a murderer!"
But soon, hunger swallowed up his last bit of sanity.
The hungry parasitic demon left the empty gas station and continued running wildly on the dusty road. Due to hunger, he tore off all his clothes in an attempt to absorb more solar energy.
In the past, he once thought that if he could survive by photosynthesis, he wouldn't have to eat so much every day to turn himself into an ugly fat man.
But only after he truly gained the superpower to obtain energy through photosynthesis did he discover...
What doesn't starve you to death will only make you hungrier.
"Eat——"
He jumped up like a dexterous ape. His body, as thin and long as a bamboo pole, made a big hole in the ground with one kick. Under the reaction force, he popped up like a cannonball and flew out in a few leaps.
Several hundred meters away.
Times have completely changed. In the past, the upper limit of personal power that humans could see was super martial arts masters like Batman, Silva, and Bane who could fight against the army on their own.
And now... welcome to the era of super power wars, world!
Finally, Rudy Jones saw the crowds. This was a small town, and a celebration seemed to be taking place. The adults were playing music, exchanging goods, and drinking freely.
The children chased and played under the anxious call of their mother, creating a happy and peaceful scene.
His conscience was in tears.
"No... we can't, they are all living people!"
The parasitic demon staggered forward and ran forward. He knew that once he entered the town, he would begin to absorb the chemical energy of these living people uncontrollably.
By then, there may be piles of bones and rivers of blood - don’t do that kind of thing!
But Rudy Jones ultimately couldn't resist his biological instinct.
His eyes flashed red, and in his open mouth, fangs stood up, and he secreted saliva unconsciously.
He stretched out his hand to the child.
He already knows what will happen next.
Soon, the now rosy, healthy and happy child will begin to wail, and then stop abruptly after a few seconds.
And he will leave the opponent's body that has become a mummy and continue to look for the next victim.
Rudy Jones wanted to stop himself from committing such a murderous act, but he couldn't control himself at all. He couldn't even close his eyes unbearably.
"I'm already a monster."
He thought sadly: "I have been sweeping the floor for more than 10 years since I graduated from school. My heart is as broken as the dust on the ground."
"I'm cruel, I'm cold-blooded, I'm melancholy, I'm a complete monster, woo woo, I kill people without blinking an eye -"
His hand touched the child and he sucked hard.
——Then sucked a hand full of mud.
Hmm?
The parasitic demon blinked, thinking he had made a mistake. He chewed on the child's shoulder in disbelief, and then vomited it directly.
"Bah, bah, bah, what the hell?"
The next second, he saw the child turning his neck 180 degrees, his face melting into mud like liquid wax: "Uncle! Uncle! What kind of monster are you?"
The parasitic demon was a little confused by his question.
He raised his head and saw silence on the long street that had been extremely noisy just now.
Countless men, women and children turned their heads to him, with strange lights flashing in their eyes.
They said in unison, the sounds were scattered, layered, and echoed repeatedly, making people's hair stand on end:
"Uncle, uncle, what kind of monster are you?"
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"Fire! Fire!"
"Fire your mother! Suck it back, don't shoot!"
Chen Tao only moved his body, and the next second the soldier found that the gun in his hand split into two halves.
Clark's super vision saw those nanobots tearing apart the steel with smooth bites at the molecular level.
Metal storm pours down.
Firearms, the most dangerous and outstanding killing tools developed by mankind in the past 200 years, only need one to completely render an adult human incapable of fighting.
Its emergence has completely revolutionized the nature of war, refreshed the upper limit of power, reversed human beings' definition of power, and changed——
Forget it, stop bragging.
Because this thing is basically unbreakable for both the Man of Steel and Chen Tao.
Large-caliber rifle bullets specially designed for anti-body armor, because their mass far exceeds that of normal bullets, even steel plates can chew a hole, but to the two people in the field, they are like BB bullets.
Or like a water gun.
Chen Tao also talked a little bit about the laws of physics. Due to the characteristics of the Broken Bat itself, the head and chest cannot be nanorobotized, so he also had to spread a circle of black sand around the vital parts to resist bullets, and Superman simply used bullets as
Tickle.
A soldier clearly saw a bullet popping sparks on Superman's eyelids through the telescope.
"Why? Why! This is unreasonable!"
He murmured quietly.
Perhaps it is difficult for people who have never been exposed to firearms to understand this kind of disillusionment. No matter how much psychological preparation they have, they cannot compare with the shocking feeling of watching others chatting in a hail of bullets.
"Um...Batman, do you need my help?"
With a bang, a cannonball exploded directly on Superman's body. He patted the gravel and dust on his head, took a few breaths, and said to Chen Tao: "I'll move faster."
"I know you're fast."
Chen Tao rushed to a tank with the bullets coming at him densely. The nano-robot lay in front of him, like a black horse, helping him resist all harm.
"But obviously, this is what I should do."
He opened his dinosaur-like mouth, which was covered with tiny nano-robots. With just one bite, the thick steel plate that could withstand the impact of anti-tank rocket launchers was chewed off by him like a cream cake, revealing the American soldier in the cab.<
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"Roar!"
The green evil dragon opened its mouth and roared loudly at several soldiers:
"My Superman is a kind-hearted kid! He doesn't want to do bad things, he's just here to help!"
Chen Tao waited for the last two soldiers to crawl out of the tank that was bitten in half, and then kicked the tank in the heart like an angry baby, knocking it away.
"Thunderbolt explosion!"
The poor tank was kicked so hard that it spun into the sky like a broken sack, and landed in the center of the battle formation with a clatter amidst the terrified screams of countless soldiers.
"I love Harry Potter!"
When a soldier saw a broken armor metal plate, it was inserted directly between his legs. He was so frightened that he fell to the ground. He shrank and suddenly started to pound.
"This is too magical!"
Fortunately, there was a circular depression on the steel plate that looked like it had been chewed out by a dog. When he fell from the sky, he fell backwards and fell into the depression, so that he would not be cut into pieces alive by it.
Two halves.
He rejoiced at his good luck and completely failed to notice that the abnormal dent that saved his life was completely chewed out by many tiny nanorobots that were invisible to the naked eye.
Clark originally wanted to step up and block the tanks from falling from the sky to prevent them from killing people. However, he stopped after seeing the nano-robots arranged by Chen Tao in advance.
Chen Tao is still cursing:
"You guys with no conscience, you actually bully a good boy like this!"
"He was beaten by Zod just now because of you. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his whole body hurt. He is weak, innocent and pitiful!"
Clark next to him had a strange expression. He touched his intact face, and then squinted at General Zod's expression that was sunken by kryptonite, and the adjutant Ekko, whose face was as green as a frog. For the first time in his life, Clark Kent began to think seriously about a problem.
Is it possible that for Batman, the world is a little different from what he sees?
So Clark carefully considered his words to avoid irritating the bat's sensitive nerves as much as possible.
"Uh, bat...I don't actually have one..."
Chen Tao roared loudly:
"How dare you bully him like this?!"
Tears, pulled out.
This time I just said haha. The more I talked, the more I felt justified, and the more I talked, the more I felt righteous. I used too much force, repeatedly self-hypnotized and suggested, and I was deeply moved.
I just put the Storm Cry buff on myself!
After repeated practice of buffing others with blood rage or stench, Chen Tao finally learned to buff himself.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The effect is outstanding!
The tank was thrown into the sky like a toy, and Batman cursed and beat others. The scene was very chaotic.
Clark felt like a little princess or some kind of protected cashmere Barbie doll, just watching Batman fight fiercely in all directions.
Hiss...
This is a bit too exaggerated.
Clark thought.
"Superman has suffered so much!!!"
Clark:!!!
Batman, what are you talking about? What are you imagining? There is no such thing as hardship!!!
Oh, there is no hardship, but there is the smell.
Ugh!
When he thought of this, Clark immediately retched like morning sickness, but did not spit out anything.
I have really finished vomiting, and I can’t even pour out the sour water.
"Ask for support! Request for support! We are completely defeated, we need air strikes... we need metal men!"
The soldier shouted into the walkie-talkie: "Sir, sir! Where is the metal man? We need the support of the metal man!"
No response.
The soldier was anxious: "Answer me, sir, we really can't hold on any longer. These two guys are simply not something humans can handle!"
He shouted loudly: "Where's the support?"
"Sorry, soldier." Then he heard the voice on the other side of the intercom: "Our people were accidentally delayed, please hold on a little longer..."
With a bang, the soldier threw the radio aside. Chen Tao squatted in front of him, and a stream of hot air came out of his nose and sprayed on the soldier.
The soldier raised his hands sincerely.
Behind him, soldiers lay scattered on the ground. The scene was wailing, but no one died.
Chen Tao released his transformation.
He passed the soldier and picked up the phone.
Clark heard the commander on the opposite side of the radio say: "We have encountered a little trouble, some small difficulties. The metal man is dealing with-"
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My name is John Cobain, and I'm a metal guy.
Under the stars and stripes, I swear to fight for the spirit of America.
Ugh... Why have I always fallen asleep in the middle of writing in the past two days? It feels like my body is sending off an alarm. (д) Sorry, I’m sorry, yesterday’s update was delayed until today and I’m just finishing it now.