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Chapter 186: The Extravagant Banquet

The situation in Chicago is different from other places. With the lake on its northwest side, the city can only develop toward the southeast. Railways stretch out from Chicago like spiders' legs, connecting them to other parts of the United States.

The first batch of old residents living near the lake became the old money in the city. In Chinese, this is called old money. They have seniority and rich hands, while the new guys, the poor guys, are just old money.

Being able to live in the newly developed south.

This formed the pattern of Chicago being rich in the north and poor in the south, and white in the north and black in the south. Under the excellent system of the United States, the southern region was further corrupted, and murder and drug trafficking emerged in an endless stream, making Chicago the murder capital of the United States.

But there are always some exceptions, such as Pastor Clark of the Coptic chapel. This small church is located in the black district of Chicago, but Pastor Clark, like his name, is a strong white man.

Clark is the new priest who has arrived in recent months. He is very good-looking and looks somewhat similar to Clark Kent (Superman).

It is a rare thing to have a white pastor in a black neighborhood, but this neighborhood is mostly filled with devout old people. They have worked hard for this city all their lives, and in the end they can only live on meager pensions. For gangsters, it is also rare.

There is no oil or water, so it is quite peaceful here.

The old people also liked the handsome Pastor Clark very much and were happy to go to the church. As they went back and forth, the situation of the small church gradually improved.

"Thank you, Pastor," an old black man held Clark's arm with his rough hands: "I feel much better."

The old man wiped his tears, his hands shaking violently: "I was as tall and beautiful as you back then, but now I can't even control my own hands."

"Mr. Walter, you are a good man and you will definitely go to heaven in the future." Clark comforted the old man.

"Thank you, thank you." The old man Walter stood up tremblingly and walked out of the church step by step. Behind him, the gentle smile on the pastor's face had disappeared.

Clark wiped his hands in disgust. He hated this job. If it wasn't for his survival, he would definitely not come here.

Once upon a time, Clark was a thin little boy who lived in a nursing home. When he saw the elderly people wailing under the torture of aging, he had an idea:

Life is a train, and Clark doesn't want to get off.

He longed for eternal life, even if it was like a maggot, or he would not hesitate to do so. This idea took root in his heart when he was not even ten years old.

Clark has always been an eccentric person in high school. He worked hard to study biology and was eager to use technology to fulfill his desires. When he found that existing technology was not enough to achieve his goals, he abandoned science and chose metaphysics.

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After experiencing a series of messy things, last night, Clark was finally only one step away from his goal.

He walked into the basement of the church. The last pastor was a nervous old man. When he was young, he built a shelter under the church to withstand a nuclear attack.

And now, on a chair in the shelter, a man who has lost his right hand is being tied up with iron chains. His eyes are burning with golden flames, which is a sign that he is about to become a Deadpool.

How strong can a hybrid be?

If the combat power of an ordinary person is one, then the combat power of a hybrid is ten.

But if ordinary people add chains, stun guns and sudden sneak attacks, their combat power will be no less than a hundred!

Faced with the ruthless sneak attack by his subordinate, the hybrid, who was already physically and mentally exhausted, still fell into the trap and was restrained here.

"Let me go, I have a tracker on me, and those people will follow soon." The assassin whose arm was cut off by Ender was dying. His life was about to come to an end, and he was only relying on the blood in his body to hold on.

After discovering the tracker installed by Ender in his body, the assassin did not choose to return to the organization's safe house. Instead, he contacted his downline in Chicago, an ordinary person who longed for immortality, namely Clark.

Originally, such a person was the best tool in the organization to create Deadpool, but now he had to try to get Clark's help.

Obviously, he failed.

"Don't you want to live forever? Don't you want to evolve?" The hybrid struggled on the chair. Unfortunately, he was not the type who was good at strength, and his spirit could no longer be released: "Let me go, I can give you what you want.

everything of."

The gentle and elegant Clark took off his priest's robe, revealing the blasphemous tattoos on his body, including a five-pointed star, a goat-headed demon and satanic scriptures, which were the results of his past research on black magic.

A series of useless tattoos will only bring him trouble.

But he still researched some things, such as the ritual he is going to perform now.

"Mr. Yellow Eyes, do you know?" Clark dragged the assassin into a five-pointed star circle: "Those black magicians in the past believed that as long as they ate a person's flesh and blood, they could gain their vitality."

"Idiot, let me go, that's all nonsense." The assassin struggled.

"No, I tried it." Clark showed his white teeth: "It's very effective. I feel a lot lighter after eating Louise."

"That's the psychological effect of his mother-in-law, you madman!" The assassin struggled even harder. He never thought that this guy was actually a man-eating madman.

But it was too late. Clark stepped on the assassin's body and lit the stun gun with sparks on the opponent. After a while of trembling, the assassin was unable to struggle.

Outside, bells rang from the church's speakers, covering up the noise in the basement.

"The big bell chimes once and start the engine."

Clark started the chainsaw, and with the engine roaring, he walked step by step towards the struggling body.

"The two tolls of the great bell will open the intestines and rupture the belly."

Along with the splash of blood, Clark felt the stinging pain on his skin, which was the corrosion caused by the dragon's blood.

"The big bell rings three times to sacrifice strength."

Clark leaned down and kissed the warm flesh beneath him like a lover, greedily sucking the dark red blood flowing out of him. Clark felt like he had swallowed a ball of fire, and infinite power was bursting out from his flesh.

out.

"The big bell rings four times to sacrifice wisdom."

Clark cut open the assassin's skull and devoured the red and white soft tissue inside.

"The bell rings five times to sacrifice life."

Pulling out the still-beating heart, Clark bit on it. The heart muscles were very hard and needed to be chewed hard.

"The big bell rings six times, and the extravagant banquet begins."

Clark's skin had been almost completely corroded by the dragon's blood, but he smiled like a child. He could already feel the vigorous vitality in his body. As long as he ate a few more people like this, his dream would be certain.

Able to see.

Clark's eyes were stained with a hint of yellow, and madness began to invade his brain. In the darkness, a monster was about to be born.


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