"Give me the navigation! Where are the fewest people!" Thirteen shouted hoarsely through the communicator. Although he never looked back, he could tell how many people were dead from the screams.
"Turn right 50 meters ahead. There is a wide drainage channel, which leads all the way to the top of the mountain. There are no residents. But if you go this way, there will be no obstruction for you to divert the rat tide." Jing Xiaoxiao flew in mid-air and looked down.
The tragedy that happened in Founder.
"Using human lives to divert people? We are investigators, not executioners, okay?!" Thirteen had already arrived at the 50-meter mark when he spoke. Turning right, there was a path between two houses that was only as wide as one person. Thirteen said nothing.
He rushed in along the gap.
Thank you for not eating too much at dinner. If Thirteen had gained a little more weight, he would definitely be stuck in this situation.
Just when Thirteen stepped in, swarms of yellow rats surged in. They hit the two houses like waves. Hundreds of yellow Pikachu rushed to the roof, Bika! Bika!
The roar is accompanied by the snapping sound of Kazkaz.
Thirteen stepped on the bricks at the exit of the trail and jumped up. What appeared in front of him was a huge artificial water channel with a width of 10 meters. In mid-air, Thirteen turned around and took out a bundle of sulfur explosives and threw it towards the man who was about to pounce.
Here comes the center of the rat tide.
There was a loud bang, and the yellow rat tide that had rushed towards was blown to pieces, and countless yellow Pikachu flew out with black smoke.
Thirteen certainly didn't expect explosives to be able to kill monsters, but such a large dose of sulfur could really destroy their innate senses.
Thirteen was knocked over by the blast of air in mid-air, and his back hit a pile of disgusting garbage in the ditch and stopped. When he stood up, he didn't even have time to tear off the toilet paper on his shoulders, and walked along
The water channel rushes towards the top of the mountain.
And many Thunderbolt Rats that had regained their strength also jumped into the ditch, turning into a yellow torrent and chasing the damn Thirteen along the ditch.
On a straight road up the mountain, Thirteen is rushing upwards desperately, being chased by thousands of Pikachus behind him. It can be called the "Pokemon" version of ruining childhood. Even if Xiaozhi is here, he will definitely be eaten.
Not even the bones are left.
"Thirteen, good news, Brazil's Salvation Council will notify us to evacuate quickly. They will arrive in 15 minutes and start cleaning up." Jing Xiaoxiao received the notice.
"Evacuate? Ask them to come and evacuate for me to see? It would be weird to run away!" Although Thirteen was roaring, he did not have no way out. As long as he left the injured Pioneer Pikachu in his hand, he had 50% chance of escape.
Chances are you can escape this rat tide.
But by then, the rat tide that has lost its target will spread in an irregular manner, and it will be difficult to predict how many innocent people will die by then. Although Thirteen and the humans in these slums do not even have a common language, Thirteen
But I couldn't watch them die.
The sense of responsibility is always the burden of the investigator, but he cannot abandon the justice of seeking death. Thirteen has shown his disadvantage in running in a straight line. The yellow rat tide is getting closer and closer, and some fierce guys even step on the heads of their companions to attack
Thirteen swooped away behind him.
Thirteen turned around like he had eyes behind him, swung out his mace, and knocked away the little monsters with exposed rodents like baseballs.
The more times they turned around, the closer the chasing rat tide got. They ran through the canal for a full kilometer. It was absolutely impossible for Thirteen to lead these guys to the finish line. When passing a drainage outlet, Thirteen whizzed.
He jumped up and got in, using his mace in his hand to pull the iron fence at the entrance shut.
In an instant, countless yellow Pikachu collided with the iron fence, and their little yellow faces were squeezed out of shape. Even so, they were all chewing on the fence that was two fingers thick.
Thirteen could only keep stabbing along the gaps with his heavy mace, beating each crazy Pikachu a little further.
But no matter how fast he poked, the endless stream of Pikachu was still biting the iron railing. The small drainage opening was only big enough for Thirteen to bend down and sit inside. Once the hole was broken, Thirteen had no choice but to kneel down.
fate.
"Brothers, although I have a bad character, can you please save me?" Thirteen had no other choice.
"Please, before you commit suicide next time, please think about whether you can collect the body after you die, okay?!" Lin Xi, who was running towards the roof along both sides of the canal, came to a drainage gate upstream of the canal. Originally, the sewage was only opened during the day.
The water was released from the gate, but Lin Xi forcibly kicked off the steel cable of the gate, and the gushing sewage poured down the canal.
At the same moment, the thorn blade in 36's hand on the other side flew away, cutting the gate into tiny pieces like a jigsaw puzzle, and the sewage spewed out like a flood.
The converging torrent of sewage rolled up the numerous garbage in the canal and washed it down along the canal.
"What's going on?" Thirteen immediately understood, "Damn! I'm at the low water mark!" Thirteen turned the heavy weapon in his hand and got stuck on both sides of the water pipe. The raging flood swept away many Pikachus.
It was washed away, and the sewage that poured in made Thirteen's body sway like a flag in the wind. If he hadn't tightly grasped the weapon, he would have appeared in the ocean to feed the fish.
The fleeting flood was not enough to resolve Thirteen's crisis. The flood peak of the sewage lasted for only 5 seconds and turned into a stream that covered the ankles. The washed-up Pikachus woke up again and faced the already
The drain gate that was about to be chewed open was approaching.
At this moment, Tong untied the red rope from her ponytail, letting her black hair spread out in the wind and turn into dazzling silver.
"Frozen...the world!" Tong put his hands into the sewage at his feet. In an instant, the spreading ice crystals condensed at a speed of 110 kilometers per hour. In an instant, all the Pikachu in front of him were frozen.
In the shape of an ice sculpture, the ice spread out for a full 3 kilometers. Such a large area of ice created an unprecedentedly huge ice rink.
Tong, however, consumed so much spiritual energy from the "Great World" that he fainted on the spot and had nosebleeds. The noisy night ended at this moment, and Thirteen carefully climbed out of the drain while holding Pikachu.
The scene outside is extremely tragic. The wide channels are filled with Pikachu frozen into ice sculptures. Their shapes are all different and ingenious. Even a great ice sculptor would not be able to create such a colorful group of Pikachu ice sculptures.
The only thing written on their faces is anger towards humanity and hatred towards the world.
Like every terrible Hong Kong TV series, the police will always arrive after the end. When all the Pikachus were unable to move, many black-robed priests jumped out from both sides of the ditch. They waved huge
The crosses shattered the Pikachu ice sculptures one by one, and they were corrupted with various odorous potions that could not move them.
This is not a demon hunt, but an inhumane massacre. They harvest the lives of little monsters without paying any price, and do shameless things in the name of the Holy Father, the Holy Mother, the Holy Son.
Pikachu, who was in Thirteen's arms, roared angrily. Although he was injured, he struggled to fight these guys.
"Don't make trouble." Thirteen opened his elf ball and put Pikachu in, thus saving its life.
Soon, a red-robed priest with a white beard walked up to Thirteen. His wrinkled face looked extremely old.
"Hello, I am Robert, the section chief of the frontline support section of the Redemption Society." The old man introduced in standard Chinese and extended his hand to Thirteen, "I'm sorry that you were involved in this accident. This is
We handled it inappropriately, and on behalf of the Redemption Society, I would like to express my sincerest apologies to you."
"Do you know? I also have a section chief of the frontline support section. He does the same good things as you, but his words are not as nice as yours." Thirteen kept his smile and shook hands with the red-robed priest.
"Next, please evacuate this area with your team quickly. We will clean it up and evolve these souls that are causing harm to the world." Pastor Robert prayed.
"There is a saying in China that says, 'A dog will jump over the wall when it is anxious.' We also have a saying that 'A dog cannot change its habit of eating shit.' You can experience it for yourself whether it is a dog that jumps over a wall or a dog that eats shit."
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"I can feel your resentment, probably because we accepted Miss Yun Xiaobao's suggestion to make your game more interesting. I also want to apologize to you for this." Robert was still shameless, but still faceless.
Change color.
"It's just a competition. There's no need to go online. If you lose, it's fine. Just try again next year. But you did a very unkind job of cleaning up the slums under the guise of monsters. You are a shit-eating dog, no matter what religion you believe in.
They are all dogs." Thirteen let go of Robert's hand with a ferocious look on his face and walked back, "Let's make a bet. The boss can't win, and your plan won't work. Although I've never done it in my life.
Nothing good, but bad things and good things are what I’m best at.”
"No matter what you have done, the Father, Mother, and Son will forgive your sins, Amen." Robert bowed to Thirteen.
"I don't need anyone's forgiveness. I wipe my own ass." Thirteen said and left the ditch.
At this time, two American Apache helicopter gunships flew from the sky, hovering above the water channel. The roaring bullets fired at the ice surface, beating many frozen Thunderbolt Rats to pieces.
Ice shards and rockets swept across the earth, and the rolling flames swept away the lives of a group of little monsters.
As expected, frontline support departments all over the world have very different ways of doing things. They use powerful modern firepower to deal with the movements of monsters and monsters without considering the cost.
And this is not a scene of transcendence, just a simple massacre...