svetikya Chapter 410 Rampage 5
Chapter 410 Rampage 5
Chapter 410 Rampage 5
Wang Dong sighed deeply, the heavy breath seemed to carry endless worries and pressure. Then, he quickly walked to his motorcycle and opened the trunk. With a slight metal collision sound, a weapon emitting cold light appeared in his hand.
Wang Dong held a weapon and followed Liu Tianci closely. The two rushed to the front of the building like a gust of wind. The rain poured down like a bead curtain, soaking their clothes, but it could not stop their determination to move forward.
When they finally arrived at their destination, the sight they saw was terrifying: a body collapsed on the ground like a meat pie, with twisted limbs, flesh and broken bones intertwined, blurry and difficult to discern its original appearance.
However, through careful observation, the general outline can still be vaguely discerned, and it can be inferred that this person should have fallen here face down.
"This man is a capable member of the mafia," Wang Dong said solemnly. As a senior investigator, he has been working in this industry for many years and knows all kinds of people well.
Although the body in front of him was unrecognizable, he discovered with keen observation that the large colorful tattoo on the back of the deceased was still clearly visible. Such a large-scale and unique tattoo style is usually only chosen by gang members.
Not only that, some external features of the corpse also caught Wang Dong's attention. The pair of hands that originally belonged to humans turned into claws of animals, sharp and ferocious;
There was still some hair on his body that had not completely faded. All signs indicated that this person had probably used a beast injection before his death, trying to stimulate his potential abilities to deal with some kind of crisis.
"Is there any problem?" Liu Tianci wiped the rain off his face and looked at Wang Dong in confusion, obviously not understanding why Wang Dong was so concerned about this person.
The fact that he showed up here was a sure sign that some Ebony gang had figured out where Mawala was.
According to the usual style of these gangs, it won’t be long before a large number of manpower will come in like a tide.
After all, gangs never stick to so-called one-on-one fights. Once they have identified their target, they will most likely resort to the simple, crude but effective method of using human wave tactics.
Therefore, there is no doubt that the two of them will be the ones drowned in the crowd at that time.
At this time, this empty floor seemed particularly lonely and gloomy. The concrete floor, which had not yet been laid with any bricks, was covered with a thick layer of dust, as if it had gone through years of vicissitudes.
The sky was already dark and gloomy, and the gloomy and depressing atmosphere made people feel even more depressed.
Not to mention the bloodstains scattered all over the ground, like blood-red flowers blooming in the darkness, exuding a creepy atmosphere.
In this space filled with despair, crisp gunshots suddenly rang out: "Bang! Bang! Bang!"
I saw a man frantically pulling the trigger of a pistol. Yellow bullet shells fell to the ground like raindrops, making a tinkling sound when they collided with the hard floor.
At the same time, his right hand had transformed into a hideous beast claw, bending extremely to the right. The pale broken bones pierced through the flesh, protruding sharply, shocking the sight.
Because of excessive blood loss, the man's face had turned as pale as a piece of white paper, without any blood at all, and he looked extremely miserable.
Click! Click!
Followed by a series of crisp and heart-pounding sounds, that was the sound of the firing pin hitting the target after all the bullets in the magazine were used up.
The sound was like a heavy hammer hitting the man's heart, causing him to clench his teeth involuntarily.
"Damn it, monster!" The man's eyes were wide open, veins bulged on his forehead, and he cursed viciously.
He stared at the wall made of brown gravel in front of him with wide eyes, and saw that all the bullets he had just fired were stuck firmly in the wall, as if it was under a spell and could not move.
At this moment, begging for mercy was meaningless. The man had only one thought in his mind - fight to the death! He reached out without hesitation, grabbed the gun handle beside him, and threw it towards the sand wall with all his strength.
There was a dull "bang" sound, and a cloud of sand and dust was splashed when the gun body collided with the sand wall, but it failed to cause any damage to the solid barrier.
Then the man quickly reached for the small satchel on his back. At this moment, the gravel wall that was originally as solid as a rock suddenly began to slowly fade away, as if it was eroded by a mysterious force.
Gradually, a huge brown hand stretched out from the gradually dissipating sand and easily grabbed the gun that the man had just thrown out.
Then the owner of the hand slowly revealed his true appearance. He was a tall, thin man with deeply sunken eye sockets, like two long-dried wells.
Her cheeks were flushed with a sickly red hue, which made people feel cold.
"Monster? That's not right. Look at how we look now. You are more like a monster, right? Although I don't know why your hands turned into such hideous beast claws...
But it doesn't matter, it's just like this anyway." As he said this, the corners of the man's mouth slightly raised, revealing a strange smile.
At the same time, a thick layer of sand began to quickly wrap around the gun he was holding in his hand, as if it was going to swallow up the entire gun.
Not long after, the object turned into a heavy piece of iron lead, as if it had lost all its value and was casually thrown aside.
Mawala leaned forward slightly, his already distorted pupils now staring at the person in front of him, as if he had discovered some shocking secret. Then, he slowly spoke:
"You...are a gang member, right? When I dealt with that guy just now, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the large and eye-catching tattoo on his back. And since you appeared with him, you must be the same identity."
In response to Mawala's questioning, the other party just replied coldly: "So what?" Then he reached out without hesitation to lift the clothes on his back, and skillfully inserted a thin needle into his skin.
In an instant, a strong sense of stimulation like an electric shock quickly swept through his body like a tide.
Mawala was not frightened or flinched by the other party's actions. On the contrary, an indescribable smile gradually appeared on his face, and he continued, "That's great!
Believe it or not, I used to be most afraid of people like you. You all have all kinds of hideous and scary tattoos all over your body, and you walk around the streets with your head held high.
If he is in a good mood, when he sees people like me, he might just kick them hard twice; but if he is in a bad mood, he will beat us with sticks and fists without mercy.
Those days were a nightmare to me. Every time I went out, I was terrified that I would get into trouble. But now...
Hehe, I have always been thinking that if one day I can have enough power, then I will definitely treat you guys well and let you have a taste of being oppressed! "