What Do I Do When All My Girls are Biomonsters?

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December 24, 2012, Eastern Europe, Idonia. The winter in Etonia is as cold as ever. This biting chill not only permeates the air, but also penetrates the thick cement boards and concrete. In the darkness, the walls crack, and steel bars penetrate from the exposed red bricks. The mottled shadows are reflected on the haphazardly piled debris and the rusted pipes. Looking down, a thick layer of dust accompanied by small pieces of debris and root beer is spread flat on the cold cement floor. Tiny particles floated in the air under the light. The light slanting down from the broken ceiling was transparent. Following the holes in the ceiling, one could see the sky outside. At a glance, the sky was clear and not a single cloud was visible. However, The blue sky was covered by the scattered smoke, as if separated by a layer of turbid miasma, making it difficult to see clearly. The unfinished building seemed quiet and cold, and even the gunshots that came from time to time sounded extremely distant. Suddenly, a whistle sounded, tearing apart the coldness and silence bit by bit. Accompanied by this melodious whistle, black boots stepped on the concrete floor, shaking away layers of dust, and a man with extremely short hair cut his head. The young man came out. He was handsome, but with a trace of indifference between his eyebrows. On the side of his face, there was a hideous scar. The young man wore a black jacket on his upper body and a black long trousers on his lower body. Pants, looking down the calf, one can see that the legs of the trousers are all stuffed into black boots. On the shoulders of the young man, he wears a yellow sign embroidered with a black spider, which seems to represent a certain power. Holding an apple in his right hand, he would tip it up and hold it again from time to time, while his left hand held a syringe. The young man in black was whistling as he walked through the dark corridor while scanning around, waiting to find an apple. It was a dilapidated room with fairly good lighting. He leaned against the wall to avoid the light coming from the hole in the ceiling, and then - Diandian sat on the ground, with one leg straightened and the other slightly curled up. The young man raised his left hand holding the syringe with his neck. He looked at the apple in his right hand and then casually placed it beside him. The young man's name was Jack Muller, a well-known mercenary in the local area. As long as he was paid, he would do any dirty work. This time, as usual, he accepted the employment. The employer was a local rebel in Idonia. ZF armed guerrillas. To be honest, Jack didn't want to accept the commission from those guys at first. It wasn't that he had any prejudice against the identity of the anti-government armed forces. He just simply felt that the anti-government armed forces were too poor and might not be able to satisfy his psychological price. However, it made him What he didn't expect was that the other party actually took out a large sum of money, which was quite generous.

Jack thought in his heart that he was asking me to die, right? Although he had just turned twenty, Jack had been in the mercenary industry for many years. He was naturally familiar with some of the dirty things in this industry. It was clear that even if the other party offered a large sum of money, he still did not agree directly. After all, dead people do not need to spend money. Until Jack saw the guys' equipment. Well, they are really wealthy, and this equipment does not look like the equipment that a guerrilla should have... In this way, Jack put on the shoulder straps belonging to the anti-ZF armed guerrillas and joined the war. His battle The goal is very simple, that is to resist the Idonian government troops gathering around and help the anti-ZF. With this kind of equipment, it is estimated that they can knock down the capital of Idonia two or three times in one day, and they have to deal with those poor people who lose their pants. The guy is so relaxed. Thinking of this, Jack's mood became even more joyful. He whistled, raised his left hand, and gently pinched the sci-fi-looking syringe with his fingers. These syringes came from a very beautiful Asian woman. The employer signed a contract with the woman and then received a large amount of injections from the woman. Jack still remembered the expression on the employer's face when he handed this thing to him. The guy took a picture. He patted him on the shoulder and said to him: "I'm telling you, brother Mueller, this stuff is really powerful. It's an imported nutritional supplement. As long as it is pierced from the neck, you will immediately have endless strength. It's as good as taking drugs." It feels like you have endless strength when you prick it. It seems to be some kind of stimulant..

Speaking of endless exertion, Jack thought of the big sister who warmed him for several nights in the flower street of Lopulus. Her name seemed to be Therese. If possible, Jack didn't want to He was going to stick this thing in now. He hoped that after the order was completed, he would go to the big sister with this nutritional supplement. He believed that with this thing, he would be able to subdue Therese on the bed. However, the prerequisite is that I will not fall into this commission. That’s all..

Jack smiled, moved his fingers slightly, and swirled the syringe on his fingertips, and then stabbed it into his neck without hesitation. The stinging sensation on his neck made him groan. , then, he stretched out his thumb and pressed it, injecting the nutrient into his body. Pulling out the syringe, Jack gently exhaled. He held the empty syringe between his fingertips, then leaned against the wall, quietly waiting for the nutritional supplement to take effect. However, almost a minute later, except for the initial wave of heat rushing through his body, Jack felt nothing. Looking at the syringe in his hand and the small label with a strange pattern on it, Jack couldn't help but said in his heart: Could it be that my employer was deceived? Not to mention Therese, I'm afraid even the employer Even the old mother couldn't figure it out... Just when Jack was secretly disdainful, he heard a soft sound of debris being knocked away, and then, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly came from around him. Through the corner of his eyes, Jack saw a guy in yellow outerwear running out. He seemed to be panting and looked very excited. Jack had some impression of this outfit. He should be the same guy who had been employed since February. The footsteps approached a little bit, and the man walked towards Jack. Listening to his excited gasps, Jack couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked: "Did this thing have any effect on you?"

The man did not answer Jack, but his excited gasps seemed to tell Jack: This thing is too powerful! "This thing should be able to increase physical strength..." Looking at the syringe in his hand, Jack frowned slightly and said: "But... I don't think there's anything different from before. After saying that, Jack gently hooked his fingers and threw out the empty syringe. "Forget it, I'll tell you privately when I get back." Picking up the apple next to him, Jack slowly stood up. He wiped the apple on his thigh and then bumped it gently. At the same time, he smiled and said to the man: "I think our asking price should be higher." "Rua! Just Hearing a roar, the man in yellow suddenly waved the dagger in his hand and slashed at Jack. The awareness he had honed over the years on the line between life and death made Jack react immediately. He backed away slightly. After this sharp blow, the next second, a cold light will split the apple in Jack's hand into two, and the juice will splash out following the stroke. "Ding!

It seemed that he had exerted too much force. The dagger he had slashed penetrated deeply into the wall next to him with a soft sound. It was difficult to pull out for a while. The man in yellow gasped and pulled hard while holding the dagger. Holding the dagger's arm, he tried to pull out the dagger pierced into the wall. Looking at the man in yellow hiding in the shadows in front of him, Jack's face had a hint of color. His gloved hand suddenly clenched the half apple in his hand, and then threw it to the ground. As he walked towards the man in yellow, he said in a low voice with a slightly hoarse voice: It's much higher..."

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