The pale lights turned on, illuminating the bar and interrupting the madness rising in the darkness.
The vibrating music was still ringing in the ears, but the sudden light still made everyone feel strongly uncomfortable. I don't know how many heads were shaking in the bar. After calming down for a while, they finally recovered from their crazy state.
After adapting to the strong light around them, they all turned around and looked around. Their eyes fell on Wei Wei who slowly retracted his palm from the direction of the electric switch.
What appeared in their field of vision was an unfamiliar face.
He doesn't look very old, only eighteen or nineteen years old, but he has a calm and sophisticated temperament.
He quickly took out an ID that he couldn't see clearly, waved it to everyone casually, and then put it away even faster.
"Everyone, I'm sorry to bother you."
Wei Wei put on a professional smile on his face and spoke very politely: "I come from the Supernatural Research and Investigation Department."
"You worship the power of demons and cause the spread of demonic factors. This is the first type of dangerous behavior strictly prohibited by the Executive Office."
"...So, please stand in line and come back with me to be investigated, okay?"
"..."
"Investigation Section?"
Before Wei Wei finished speaking, everyone present was shocked.
Then I don’t know how many people looked slightly horrified and subconsciously looked at the Gothic man on the stage.
Some people are wondering: Didn’t Mr. DJ get it all done?
Some people also wonder: What does the Investigation Section do?
With all kinds of doubts in his eyes, the Gothic-style man reacted suddenly. First he quickly glanced at the elevator entrance and found no other suspicious figures. Then he quickly scanned the monitoring screen and saw that there was no one outside the building.
Other news.
Although I didn’t understand how he came in, he quickly regained his composure, put a smile on his face, and said:
"Is there some misunderstanding?"
"..."
He spoke very politely and his tone was gentle.
But soon, the people in front of the dance floor reacted and squeezed in slightly, blocking the statue of life behind them, while the DJ's voice continued to sound softly: "We worship one of the twelve main gods who are in charge of the power of life.
:The goddess of life. She was born from the boundless spiritual ocean, bringing life and health to this world, and also bringing us spiritual comfort..."
"It is He who helps us treat our diseases and heal our wounds, and it is He who guides us, the lost lambs, towards..."
"..."
In Mr. DJ's soft tone, many people around him gradually lost their eyes, and a sense of piety emerged spontaneously. The slight panic at being interrupted by outsiders at the beginning is gradually subsided, and the sense of shame of being discovered for some inappropriate behavior is also disappearing.
Fading away quickly...
Wei Wei had an expression of listening carefully on his face, but then he raised his right hand impatiently.
He held a gun in his hand.
The gun was an old-fashioned pistol with an extremely long barrel and even a bit of rust. It had a rough temperament, like a tough guy with a bad temper.
Then Wei Wei directly hooked and struck.
"Boom!"
A ball of flame burst out from the muzzle.
With a "crash", a man standing next to the dance floor, blocking the statue of the Goddess of Life, suddenly froze on the spot. He looked down as if in disbelief and saw that his abdomen had been shot out.
There was a big bloody hole.
Through this hole, you can see the statue behind it.
The bullet passed through his abdomen and hit the bottom of the statue, causing pieces of stone to fly everywhere.
The statue lost its support and slowly fell down, breaking into pieces on the ground. A figure slowly slipped out from it.
It was a girl who could vaguely distinguish a human form. She looked like she was still in school. She had a ponytail and even wore school uniform pants. But her body, the parts that could be seen, were as skinny as a piece of wood.
Crumpled black rag.
The sudden sound of gunshots woke up everyone who was slightly intoxicated, and even the DJ had to hold back his words.
Numerous expressions changed drastically, and they looked at Wei Wei blankly.
"The devil of life does not give life."
Wei Wei smiled and patiently explained to them: "The life demon only has the ability to deprive and give life energy. It can transfer the life energy of one unit to another unit. It can materialize a person's life activity into
Pure life energy is extracted and deprived of it, and given to others. Therefore, your so-called prayers are just using demons to take away the lives of others."
After a pause, he pursed his lips slightly: "You are even used to wasting these stolen lives..."
"..."
"you……"
Mr. DJ, a gothic style, seemed not to be in the mood to listen to Wei Wei's scientific knowledge. He had just whispered and communicated with Wei Wei in a friendly manner. He was shocked by this sudden shot, especially when he saw Wei Wei actually
After hurting people mercilessly and even smashing the statue of the god he worshiped, his eyes instantly turned blood red and the veins on his neck popped out like earthworms.
"blasphemer, you are a blasphemer..."
He suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted: "Kill him, capture him, and offer him to the goddess..."
"Wow..."
The shot just now caused most of the people present to fall into shock. DJ's roar made them react. They saw the statue broken into pieces on the ground and the little girl exposed under the statue. They were panicking that the evidence of the crime was discovered.
Spread again.
First, a few people in black robes who were standing behind the DJ responded quickly and walked through the crowd and walked up.
Then, each believer gradually revealed a fierce light in his eyes, staring at Wei Wei who was alone in the crowd. Some tough young people had already picked up the wine bottles and cigarette ashes on the table next to them.
cylinder, and some strange stick-like rubber objects...
How can someone who is not afraid of sharp daggers and strong liquor be afraid of bullets?
Their strong vitality always makes them feel an impulse of destruction in their hearts from time to time.
Madness seems to be spreading and fermenting rapidly.
Pairs of eyes turned scarlet, and strange expressions bloomed on the faces, faintly approaching in the flickering lights.
"call……"
At this moment, Wei Wei, who was surrounded in the middle, slowly lowered his head, seeming a little regretful.
"I originally wanted to persuade you to stay away from demons..."
Then, he suddenly raised his head, and his face suddenly lost all smiles.
"Now we can only implement plan B."
"..."
The next moment, he suddenly faced everyone and kept moving and striking.
"Bah, bah, bah..."
Holes appeared one after another at the men in black robes who rushed towards him through the crowd, and coquettish and bright blood flowers bloomed.
A horrified cry sounded.
The broken body and broken limbs scattered all over the sky, splashing two to three meters away, crushing the tables filled with drinks.
Even if you worship the life demon and have strong life power, you can still be killed.
They can quickly recover from various self-inflicted wounds, and even the weakened vitality caused by aging. However, as long as the death force caused by the instantaneous trauma exceeds the energy limit contained in their current lives, they will die immediately.
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It's a pity that some people in these bars don't even know this.
The various supernatural experiences they experienced after joining this party gave them fanatical self-confidence, until a deafening gunshot suddenly sounded in their ears, and they saw that a familiar person lost his familiar face and head.
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Wei Wei's body moved flexibly in the chaotic crowd and space. His movements were not ridiculously fast, but very precise.
He blasted the guys in black robes to pieces with his gun, and stuffed the empty gun back into his bag. He didn't bother to change the bullets, and was busy weaving in and out of Aya's chaos while avoiding the surrounding people.
Dangerous, he grabbed a stool, a wine bottle, a fruit pick, a stick-like rubber object he grabbed, etc., and attacked those who were attacking him or those who didn't have time to avoid him.
Panic spread, and the number of people holding their heads and fleeing outnumbered the number of desperadoes squeezing in.
Dazzling blood-red eyes came into view, causing fear to creep into the distorted faces.
And when they found that the elevator was out of control and the back door was locked with a heavy chain, the panic in their hearts surged, and they rushed back into the bar like a tide. Looking at the man walking among the blood, they felt endless emotions.
A sense of despair with nowhere to escape.
Someone who was unknown in the chaos was squeezed onto the console, and the explosive music once again filled the eardrums.
"Bounce! Shakalaka!"
Wei Wei held a gun and approached the dance floor. Under his feet was a carpet of blood rivers.
"Damn..."
The gothic DJ gritted his teeth made of stainless steel as he watched the murderous man below him quickly approaching him.
He roared and rushed forward, like a human tank, knocking the four or five people in front of him into the air. His eyes were red as if they were bursting with blood, and he swung out fiercely at Wei Wei who was approaching the stage.
fist wearing a skull ring.
Before the sharp edge of the ring scratched Wei Wei's face, Wei Wei suddenly turned around and took out the second gun in the gun bag. This was longer than the first gun and was made of silver.
There are also exquisite patterns and a set of black English signatures.
Elegant and refined, like a lady.
The spear rotated in the palm of his hand, making a graceful and precise shot, hitting the DJ in the face.
DJ was slightly sluggish.
"Boom!"
The next moment, special bullets roared out of the black barrel, and half of DJ's head exploded into plasma.
But he trembled on the ground a few times and suddenly got up again.
The half-broken eye shot out a blood-colored light of hatred.
The body moved in an inhuman-like posture, and with a heavy sense of strength, it fiercely grabbed Wei Wei's neck again.
Wei Wei leaned slightly, his movements were not as fast as his opponent's, but they were extremely precise.
He opened the distance between the opponent's palm and his neck, pointed the black spear diagonally, and fired again.
"Bang"
A big hole was opened in DJ's chest, and he was sent flying out again.
But then, he climbed up again, his spine was broken, his body touched the ground at both ends, and the flesh-and-blood connection point in the middle stood up in the "arch bridge" posture above. His hands and feet intertwined quickly, and he once again moved towards Wei
Wei's direction rushed over.
Wei Wei kicked him down, stepped on the broken part of his spine, and aimed at his upper body with continuous hooks and triggers.
"Bah, bah, bah..."
After emptying the bullet in one breath, DJ's upper body was reduced to a pulp, but some of his flesh and blood was still squirming.
Wei Wei shook his head dissatisfied, picked up a bottle of strong liquor from the side, poured it on him, and lit it.
The flames rose up with a "pop", and the twisted flesh and blood twitched in the flames, and then became completely motionless.
Wei Wei breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction, and the smile returned to his face.
…
…
Jump!Shakaraka!
The music continued, but the air filled with the smell of alcohol, smoke, perfume, and rotten seafood was mixed with the smell of fresh blood. It was like a big invisible hand that filled the survivors' stomachs.
Into a food called fear.
The crazy expressions faded away from their faces, and panic crept onto their faces.
Mr. DJ is dead. He who is omnipotent in many people's minds died under such a simple method.
Some people suddenly had uncontrollable spasms and vomited, while some people's legs became weak and they collapsed on their knees.
Among a group of frightened demon-infected people, Wei Wei had already turned around leisurely from the flames, picked up a loose good cigarette from the table next to him, put it in his mouth, and lit it with the hot muzzle of the gun.
, then put away the elegant lady, took out the rugged strong man again, glanced at the remaining people, then grabbed a handful of bullets and slowly stuffed them into the magazine.
The man who collapsed in a pool of blood was trembling, looking at Wei Wei in fear, and begging in a trembling voice:
"Spare...spare us..."
"..."
Wei Wei clicked on the butt of his gun, turned to look at him, and then shook his head with a smile:
"don't want!"
"..."
"Bang"
"Bang"
"Bah, bah, bah"
"..."
I like advising people to do good things the best!