Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Wayne, what the hell is this anti-injury thing.

Do you have to avoid this demon for a powerful guy like you? "

The dead shooter shouted with his eyes wide open, but of course the movements under his feet didn't slow down at all.

"I'm sure of defeating him, but I can't guarantee my own safety!

If I had nowhere to go, I would never fight that guy head-on! "

Wayne said angrily, and threw a hatchet in the direction of that group of demons.

The skill of weapon throwing can actually cause powerful damage without physical weapons, but the damage will be higher if there are physical weapons.

It is Wayne's insistence to be perfect in everything. By the way, Wayne is also the kind of guy with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The "strong" that can correct obsessive-compulsive disorder is the kind with three tones...

"We can't keep running away, can we? This is a fight, not a race!

Even if it is a race, there is no reason to look like this! If that thing catches up with me, it will definitely beat me to a pulp! "

Jason Todd threw a grenade on the ground while running.

It is said that the big guy cannot be attacked, but what is the judgment of this "attack"?

What is used as a judgment?

As long as there is hostility towards that guy, even if he launches a missile attack, he will have to suffer back injuries?

If so, it would be too unreasonable.

"Don't expect me to pick up your pate and make meatballs or something, demons can eat people!"

As the dead shooter ran, he glanced back at the grenade on the ground.

That was when he was confirming the position of the grenade, so that there would be no accidents when he shot later.

These gunmen have long pointed out where to fight, but they don't have the ability to hit the target without knowing anything.

If it is really possible to achieve that level, then it's up to you.

The ideas of the two top gunmen are very in tune at this time.

The grenade thrown by Jason Todd did not tear off the tab, and some external help was needed to detonate it.

At this time, you can test the scope of the affix Retaliation.

If it goes well, maybe the problem can be solved by dropping a nuclear bomb in Burning Hell.

As long as it is a life of flesh and blood, nuclear weapons can work.

There is nothing to question this point.

It's a pity that it seems that the result of the battle is not so clear now, at least we won't know until the trial is over.

"I've tried it before, and the premise of anti-injury is that the demon can understand who the attack is from.

In other words, there is a distance limit. From my experience, this distance is within the sight of that demon! "

Of course Wayne understood what the two gunmen were going to do, he had done this kind of temptation a long time ago.

Even though he has done a lot of research on demons, Wayne still feels awed by life like demons.

Yes, life is worth awe.

The confrontation between humans and demons has never been the spread of personal grievances and hatred, but pure confrontation.

The two lives cannot coexist.

If humans have the pure upper hand one day, it may set aside a small area for demons to live or something.

But back then it was the Humane and Demon Protection Society.

In the name of maintaining ecological diversity?

But that would have to be after the demons were almost extinct, and it would not be surprising for the demons to enter the list of endangered animals.

Every household in the United States can raise a demon, just like every household in Sichuan has pandas?

Fortunately, not everyone in Guangdong has Fujianese...

that was horrible...

"In this way, it still requires that demon to understand who attacked him?"

There was a smile on the corner of Death Archer's mouth.

Well, that smile is quite emotional, and a little bit handsome?

"Boom~"

There was an unexpected gunshot, followed by the explosion of the grenade.

The damage to that group of Agron trolls wasn't that deep. Even if it caused a back injury, it wouldn't take away the lives of the two gunmen.

These two guys are obviously ordinary people, but that kind of vitality is actually quite outrageous.

Perhaps while being very fragile, people are also showing the miracle of life?

Fragile and tenacious human beings have long been one of the masters of this planet.

"I'm fine."

The dead shooter continued running without looking back, without any wound on his body.

Of course, he also knew that that blow would not be able to hurt a demon like the Agron troll.

These are not knowledge, but experience.

During this period of time, he was not idle. When bragging with Luke, they did some serious things.

It's not the first time I've seen the Agron troll, although it's the first time I've seen this group of warriors.

"Fuck, I have something to do! Wow~"

Jason Todd's voice came from around the front corner, and it sounded like he was vomiting blood?

"Fortunately, you left a little distance when you detonated the grenade, otherwise I might be gone!"

As the dead shooter ran, Jason Todd's figure also appeared in sight.

It can be seen that Jason Todd's condition is not very good, there are many wounds on his body.

"Demons are an intelligent race. Although they don't understand our technology, it doesn't mean they are fools."

Wayne said meaningfully, and easily put Jason Todd on his shoulders.

He has experienced anti-injury, armor can provide damage reduction, but more must rely on strong vitality to bear.

After this trial, I got a pretty good answer.

"Obviously, he knew who caused the attack he was under and who he should target.

I'm just curious, is the ability to retaliate only on one person at a time? "

Deathshooter twitched the corner of his mouth and said in embarrassment.

He didn't expect Jason Todd to suffer back injuries, and he was already mentally prepared to be raped.

The result is like this?

"I'm not very clear, do I need to remind again that demons are intelligent life?

What if this was just something he showed on purpose?

Don't forget that this group of demons was dubbed warriors! "

Wayne said so.

Then I turned my head and suddenly felt my blood pressure rise...

The Agron troll who ran at the front handed an ear hammer to his partner, and then raised his middle finger at Wayne...

Obviously, these demons don't have no understanding of human beings. It is possible that they got the memory of this person the moment they were born from human beings.

"Fuck!"

Wayne growled with anger.

Now he didn't come wearing a Batman vest, so he didn't need to hide in the shadows and say "Hey Batman" in a dark way.

Being able to show your emotions openly is actually quite enjoyable.

If the previous Batman was a bit socially phobic, then the current Wayne is socially phobic!

Yelling is nothing, and violent fighting is stress-free.

Anyway, it's just cool.

"That thing still mocks you?"

Jason Todd said while coughing.

He said these words intermittently, but fortunately, some kind-hearted people removed the fragmented "cough cough".

"I didn't expect that, now we have to continue running.

For the time being, we can still delay his time like this. If there is really no other way, then let me see who has a harder life, me or this demon! "

Wayne forcibly suppressed his anger and said.

In front of these acquaintances, it is better not to be too presumptuous.

Social bullshit also doesn't like the feeling of being socially dead.

"Speaking of a group of people stabbing him with needles, how will the anti-injury work?"

Deadshot came up with an interesting idea.

Can harming this demon with attacks that are not fatal to each other, and defeating individuals with numbers, be effective?

"That depends on who the target of his anti-injury effect is.

If you don't plan to be the one who gets stuck with a needle, I suggest you don't say it in front of him when you plan to do so!

Or you were out of his sight when the action was initiated. "

Wayne said something angrily.

Deathshooter turned his head and glanced at the Agron troll. He seemed to see a threat from that ugly face?

"So the devil also hurts, right?"

When the dead shooter spoke, the movement of his feet sped up a little, and now there were only two people running.

Although Wayne will not avenge Jason Todd's murder, he will not throw Jason Todd on the ground to delay the enemy's pursuit.

When given a choice, Wayne would never give up on anyone.

It's just that in some weird times, he has no choice.

Kind of like the trolley problem...

"Demons bleed too, and demons run away.

They are intelligent beings, at most, the demonic intelligence at the bottom is a little less.

But survival is the instinct of life. "

Wayne said and threw another handaxe at the demon.

It may not have much effect, but it is not a problem to hinder the opponent's actions.

...

A little ahead, Bloodsport turned a corner according to Wayne's request.

It's a bit imprecise to say so, he actually got through a hole like a dog hole...

The movement was very embarrassing, but fortunately no one saw him drilling the hole, so naturally there was nothing to be ashamed of.

"Fuck! Rat!?"

The bloody movement looked at a little mouse in front of him with a disgruntled face. The mouse's eyes were dark and seemed to be shining?

This little guy seems to have an IQ that surpasses ordinary mice, maybe close to humans?

Seriously, mice are actually a pretty smart species.

These annoying little bastards won't suffer a second time from the same trap, and even have good detection skills.

And there are just too many rats, and these guys, like ants, could be serious contenders for dominance of the planet.

That is to say, nothing extraordinary was born among these little guys.

Bloodsports are afraid of rats.

That's right, not hate, but fear.

Most people hate rats, and when they see rats, they may take out weapons and kill these little guys.

In the excitement, it is also possible to surpass the men's football kick and kick the world wave as the acme of perfection.

But the blood sport's fear of rats went beyond these two categories, and he even stiffened when facing rats!

This is also caused by his miserable childhood.

Speaking of the birth of these superheroes and supervillains, childhood tragedies are an important part of it?

It's as if people with a good life have completely lost the opportunity to be both.

Bloodsport, who was still a child at the time, had already started training in the use of various weapons under the guidance of his father.

On that day, the degree of completion of his training was too low.

So he was locked in a closet-like place.

Of course...of course he didn't suddenly learn Parseltongue, and he didn't have the superpower to make glass disappear.

All he faced was the rat with a hungry stomach and green eyes!

Bloodsport didn't fall asleep at this time, and naturally he didn't lose his ears in the coma.

He's not the fat blue guy who can only stretch out his "round" hand, although the two guys have the same fear of mice.

He listened to the sound of the mouse grinding its teeth, and watched the little thing open its mouth to him!

That obviously not too big mouth seemed to hold the whole world.

It was dark, and there was an unknown sound.

The two front teeth in the mouth are one long and the other short, the kind of unevenness makes the bloody movement seem to see the world tilting a little bit, and being cut a little bit!

Trembling?

Trembling doesn't do anything!

resist?

Young bloodsports can't resist!

Any movement he made in this cabinet would be the start of another torture by his father.

In fact, blood sports have the opportunity not to exist as a killer.

It's a pity that among his abilities, he didn't even receive formal education in addition and subtraction within 100!

He just uses a weapon and kills.

If you don't become a killer, maybe you can become a full-time mercenary?

The sound of rats became his nightmare from that moment on!

Whenever he fell asleep, he seemed to be able to hear the running of mice in the wall.

Whenever he lost his mind, it was as if he was being watched by those green eyes that were hungry in the darkness.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the bloody movement simply cannot afford to live in old castles and mansions.

Nor does he have a cultist ancestry...①

"Dude, what do you want to do?"

The bloody movement said to the little mouse in front of him, obviously a slap can finish the little mouse.

But the blood movement is trembling!

It wasn't until this time that he noticed that the little mouse in front of him was wearing a small red vest.

"Are you raised by someone?"

Bloodsport said in a trembling voice.

He knew that mice could not speak human language, and if the mouse spoke human language, it would answer his question.

He might just yank it with a "Karma".

Being face to face with a mouse is already the limit he can bear!

The little mouse stretched out its front paw, retracted the surrounding fingers, and made a V gesture.

This seems to be saying hello?

It seems that this little mouse is quite friendly to blood sports...

① "The Rat in the Wall" is a well-known restrained story...

I think the most brilliant part of the story of the Ke series is the creation of the atmosphere. The weird and absurd and outrageous atmosphere that is taken for granted is really attractive.

In the place where the reversal of the Greek story should have been wonderful, I didn't find it so amazing...

May be my problem?