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This is not a person, but a monster!
Cody breathed in the cold air and saw a Gaikot. He looked a bit strange, but still within the realm of normal humans. He looked like this: his head was wider than his shoulders, and his dark yellow eyes resembled those of a reptile, a cold-blooded animal, cruel and ruthless, devoid of any human emotion.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines. They wanted to move, but their bodies wouldn't budge. Several soldiers who hadn't entered the living room were anxiously staring blankly. Bullets were ineffective, and grenades would kill their opponents. Did they have to fight hand-to-hand?
Hector stood with his hands behind his back, looking with satisfaction at the bullets hanging on his body. His dark yellow eyes were like those of a venomous snake, and no one dared to meet his gaze wherever he went.
"Great!"
"You did a good job, but unfortunately you are too few in number and lack firepower to reach my limit."
Hector flicked his finger, and the thick air vanished. The crowd regained control of themselves. He opened his arms, like a poet preparing to embrace the world, and spoke earnestly and sincerely.
"Come on, keep shooting, don't stop, use up all the bullets you have!"
Cody's face was extremely grim. He was a soldier, and a soldier's honor could not be insulted, but reason compelled him to make a different choice.
"On my command, we retreat!"
"That freak, we can't handle him."
Cody practically spat out those words through gritted teeth, and as soon as he finished speaking, he ran towards the stairs without looking back, while the others, though angry, decided to follow the captain's instructions.
The crowd scattered like birds and beasts: some went down the stairs, some climbed out the windows, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Hector's cheeks flushed rapidly, as if he had been humiliated. He gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice that only he could hear.
"Guys, why won't you let me experience what it's like to be the center of attention?"
"If you don't listen... you'll go to hell."
Hector clenched his fist.
The air suddenly distorted, and visible ripples, like boiling water, appeared. An invisible force concentrated in his palm, transforming into a powerful horizontal strike that swept outwards like a tsunami.
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The furniture, floors, walls, and roof that were in the way were all crushed to pieces. Several slower soldiers crashed into the walls and fell to the ground, turning into mincemeat.
A violent explosion rang out in the manor.
Standing at a distance, one can clearly see the shockwave spreading in all directions, and everything in its path disappears.
Amanda stared in disbelief, her mouth agape. Senator Hammond took a few steps back, but his eyesight was still sharp enough to recognize the large-headed monster hovering in the air as his cowardly and incompetent son.
How could he become like this?
The shockwave spread for nearly a hundred meters before stopping. The manor vanished, leaving behind only a crater about twenty meters wide. Furniture, stones, and wood in the crater were carried far away by the shockwave, along with more than a dozen members of the Annihilation Squad whose fates were unknown.
Hercat hovered above a large crater, its enormous head soaring into the sky, a sight both comical and terrifying.
He looked around, a satisfied expression on his face.
This is power!
This is the goal a man should strive for.
"I... what should we do?" Hammond asked in a hoarse voice.
Amanda replied, "What's your relationship with him like?"
Hammond frowned, and Amanda, realizing she had given up hope, said half-jokingly...
"I have a question that goes off-topic: Did you write a will before you came here?"
Hammond's face twitched, but he didn't answer.
I wrote it.
Amanda muttered to herself, raised her silver metal pistol, and aimed at the big-headed monster in the distance. At that moment, the red liquid inside the glass bottle began to glow, transforming into some kind of energy within the bottle.
As energy was injected, the cannon's temperature rose higher and higher, even starting to smoke. A red dot appeared on the muzzle, and countless free photons rushed in like birds returning to their nests.
Sicot sensed something and turned to look around: a red light appeared on the distant hillside, rapidly growing larger and spreading throughout his field of vision.
A thick laser beam ripped through the sky, turning the ground a deep red.
A mesmerizing red halo illuminated a face etched with surprise, and Hecate instinctively raised his hands, creating layers of halo walls in front of her.
Bang
The laser collided with the concept wall, accompanied by terrifying heat and repulsive force. The sound of friction echoed in the air. The beam of light was blocked by the concept wall and decomposed into countless beams that scattered in all directions.
Chapter 1056 Why did I kill someone?
The beach police station will hold a press conference regarding the dryer case.
In an effort to restore the police department's image, Deputy Chief James Clay did a great deal of preparation, but even so, his forehead was covered in sweat when faced with numerous tricky questions from the media.
The facts are the facts, and no matter how he tries to argue or explain, he cannot change the fact that more than a hundred corpses have been drained of their life force.
To prevent the situation from escalating, the police and the FBI maintained strict secrecy. However, they underestimated the allure of women. A rather sassy female reporter, taking advantage of a drinking session, easily extracted inside information about the "mummified corpse case" from police officials.
At the time, everyone in the Primorsky Krai knew that in this city known for its entertainment, there was nothing a journalist couldn't do.
The situation is rapidly deteriorating!
Faced with numerous "false" reports, Director Hugo was forced to get out of his mistress's bed, call Walker, and order his deputy to hold a press conference to explain the case.
The press conference was noisy. In order to get hard news, the reporters bombarded James with trap questions one after another. If he was not careful, he would stumble and slap the word "incompetent" on the police, the FBI and the government.
James was getting nervous from the questions. He fantasized about the president throwing down the microphone and leaving without looking back, but dreams are just dreams. Hugo and Walker had placed a heavy responsibility on him, so he didn't have the right to throw down the microphone. He could only explain to his "media friends" over and over again: the police officers in the mummified corpse case were victims, the FBI should have the courage, and we will do everything possible to find the murderer in the mummified corpse case as soon as possible and restore peace and tranquility to the seaside town.
It is still unknown when the case will be solved!
Such a glamorous response could not possibly pass censorship; there were indeed reporters present, not paparazzi, and a significant portion of them were genuinely concerned about the case.
They are all locals who have lived here for decades and have a deep affection for this seaside town.
The mummified corpse case has severely impacted people's daily lives. The murderer has killed more than a hundred people, and we still don't know what he looks like. Various ghost stories are circulating online. Some say he is a vampire, some say he is a werewolf, and others say he is a vengeful ghost. People live in fear and dare not go out.
James was sweating profusely and tried desperately to explain, but the reporters wouldn't listen to him and forced him to the free-throw line.
How could James dare to speak up? Since he organized the game, he should have done a good job. If it weren't for him, Hugo would definitely have made him a scapegoat and kicked him out.
Without a doubt, that greedy, shameless, lecherous son of a bitch will do just that.
The crowd began to grow indignant. Suddenly, someone pointed to the sky.
Look what this is!
"Is it a bird? Is it...a person?"
Everyone subconsciously looked up at the gray sky and sure enough, there was a "person" standing there. As their vision zoomed in, they realized that this person really looked like them. He was not tall, at most 1.6 meters, and his appearance was extremely ugly. On the contrary, his head was swollen and fat, just like the big head of a son in a cartoon.
A soft laugh rippled through the crowd.
Where is that strange guy who looks like a stick?
He's not tall, but he has a big head!
The FBI agent in charge of the investigation suddenly remembered something—wasn't that the killer's physical characteristics? The thought of more than a hundred corpses being drained made him shudder. He quickly went to James's side and whispered a few words. James's face turned pale with fright, and he quickly ordered his men to disperse the crowd.
The police reacted, disregarding their own image, pulling and kicking the reporter, throwing him aside, while simultaneously raising their guns and aiming at the giant-headed monster in the sky.
Hector's clothes slowly floated down, and he raised his arm. James was hit as if he had been struck, and flew backward, crashing into the wall and falling unconscious.
"Director!"
The police officer stepped back and instinctively fired his gun.
Six bullets flew in from all directions, but strangely stopped two meters in front of Sicot. The bullets spun continuously, as if fighting against some force, and finally hovered calmly in the air.
Upon seeing this, everyone fell silent, and a sinister, terrifying silence filled the air.
Sicott looked around, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. He liked that look—shocking, domineering, and crushing everything with overwhelming power.
What a man!
Hector coughed, walked to James's seat, picked up the microphone, cleared his throat, and when he realized everyone was looking at him, he suddenly felt a little nervous, like a first-time speaker who had rehearsed how to give a speech dozens of times but couldn't, and had to improvise.
“Hi... everyone, I’m Gandow…” He paused and said, “Let me introduce myself. My name is Highcott Hammond. You may not have heard of this name, but you may not have heard of my father. But you must have heard of my father. That’s right, my father is Adam Hammond, the great Mayor Hammond, the great Senator Hammond.”
"I'm his son, although we don't look alike at all, uh... to change the subject, I'm the werewolf, vampire, and ghost in the mummified corpse case you're looking for, that's what they call them online..."
"...Yes, I killed over a hundred people."
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A cheer erupted from the crowd. Not to mention the unsuspecting reporters, the police and the FBI also became alert: they had seen many madmen, but never one as insane as this big-headed monster.
At a press conference organized by the police chief, he admitted to killing more than 100 people!
What kind of madman would do such a thing?
Reporters who discovered the "bomb" took photos, and some media personnel even interrupted their programs to broadcast it live on the Hekot channel.
A slightly bolder female reporter cautiously raised the microphone, and
"Mr. Hammond, why...why did you kill so many people?"
That's a very good question.
When faced with reporters' questions, Hector did not reveal himself as a cruel and tyrannical person, but rather, like his father, Congressman Hammond, did in an interview, politely explained...
"I don't kill because I have no other choice."