Chapter 55 The End Is Coming (V)

William McConaughey endured the torrential rain of bullets without reservation. He could no longer maintain the operation of the winter phase, and blood naturally leaked out.

His skin was pierced, his flesh and blood were mangled, and his body was riddled with holes like dead wood gnawed by termites.

The hot bullet tore his throat, and his vocal cords were completely exposed to the air. A six-sided bullet fired from a distance accurately hit the cartilage that was about to open and close, and the sharp sound wave that was about to be spit out was forcibly cut off. The raw land was blocked back.

The dense rain of bullets peeled away his skin, and the cracked rib bones were further shattered. If he hadn't braced his arms in front of his chest to resist, the bullets from the Anti-Suppression Bureau would have penetrated the cracks in the bone plates and stabbed him hard. into his heart.

The first round of bullets was over, and before William McConaughey could recover, the second round of bullets had already followed, and there was no room for a moment's pause.

His eyes were shot repeatedly, and the annoying special-shaped bullets always struck from unexpected angles, tearing his eyelids and hitting the lens. His eyes were like glass cracking, with slender bullets embedded in them.

William McConaughey is blind, covered in bruises and bruises, with pain and wounds deeply etched in his broken bones.

But he couldn't help but tremble, shuddering from the bottom of his heart, and the bones collided with each other like the sound of swords screaming!

The broken lamp inside the skull seemed to be reflecting back light, the pain poured in as fuel, the anger filled the air like a wind drum, the fireworks in the lamp burst into flames, the ferocious heart flames pierced out like sharp blades, the glass on the lamp wall completely shattered and exploded, sharp The light wrapped around the fragments of the lamp wall and shot out in all directions like piercing sword blades!

This ray of light, which exhausted William's remaining strength, has no visible shape, no visible color, and does not appear in this world, but it is enough to penetrate the protection of the mortal body and penetrate into the soul along the spiritual gap in the pupil.

The soldiers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau behind the defense line only felt a sudden pain in their eyes, as if they had been stabbed by needles, and a sharp stinging sensation in their heads, as if the blood vessels in the brain were blocked. The Noonstone pendants they wore to protect their sanity snapped. It shattered, and the attacking movements couldn't help but stagnate, and they all covered their heads in pain.

Although William's dying attack was not a specific light, it did possess some of the characteristics of light. It spread outwards in an instant and stabbed into the heads of those who passed through it indiscriminately.

Even Watson, who was hiding on the rooftop in the distance, couldn't help but be moved. Fortunately, the moth inside his skull flapped its wings wildly, its mouthparts opened wide and bit into the sharp rays of light, and then he quickly turned around. God comes.

The only sane person present was the old man wearing thick glasses. His lenses trembled slightly and showed small cracks.

William McConaughey's appearance can be said to be shattered into slag, and even his rationality has dropped a lot. He feels that he seems to have forgotten some important knowledge, but he can no longer remember the exact content.

But his instinct told him that he must escape from here quickly before the group of upright apes in uniforms recovered and before they lifted up that long, thick, hard, strange metal and wooden object!

As long as you are alive, there is hope! Although my injuries may seem tragic, the scars and wounds will give me greater strength after they heal, just like the great scarred captain I admire!

Maybe the mass group I created to seduce other upright apes has been destroyed, but I just need to leave this cold, nameless city and go to the outside of the county... somewhere outside the county?

William McConaughey could no longer recall the specific name of the safe place, but this did not prevent him from escaping the scene in a hurry. His primitive instinct still remembered how to avoid tracking and cover up traces. This was the knowledge passed down from the ancient ancestors in his bloodline. , is the instinct that weak species rely on for survival.

When the soldiers from the Anti-Suppression Bureau came to their senses, shocked by the severe pain in their heads, and when other officers from the Anti-Suppression Bureau came through the grass, only a few drops of blood and panicked footprints remained in the dark muddy river soil. These marks were like straight lines. The clues lead all the way to the interior of the city.

"Chase!"

At the bespectacled old man's order, except for a few non-staff logistics operators responsible for cleaning the battlefield, all the soldiers who were still capable of fighting rushed out chasing the traces on the ground.

Charlotte Holmes did not blindly follow the large army. She squatted down and carefully observed the footprints on the ground as she walked slowly. This series of traces stretched for hundreds of meters until they entered a certain alley and almost disappeared. There is no trace. Perhaps the dirt in the alleyway has covered the traces, perhaps the secret cult leader has restrained the deterioration of the injury, or perhaps the other party deliberately covered up the traces...

Operators from the Forward Anti-Suppression Bureau have been dispersed into multiple groups and are conducting a carpet-like search covering a mile in radius.

Watson, who arrived belatedly, used his rifle as a cane and limped closer, "Where do you think William will escape to?"

The female detective replied: "It's not clear yet, but judging from the footprints, the depth of the toes is indeed much deeper than the heels, and the distance between each step is extremely far. It seems that he is really running forward wholeheartedly."

Watson looked at the walls on both sides of the alley. There was only a thin layer of moss grown in the humid climate that had not been cleaned for a long time. This was not the moss that contained mysterious power like the moss around the ruins of Kate Company, but was simply a woody plant. There was no sign of climbing at all - it seemed that the other party did not escape upwards.

The intuitive moth once again gave Watson guidance, and this time it really coincided with his inner thoughts.

"The most dangerous place is the safest place!"

The female detective and her assistant looked at each other and turned their heads to look at the row of dilapidated warehouses. They could vaguely see the faint light of torches in the circle of grass, and it seemed that the late-stage personnel responsible for cleaning up the battlefield were still safe and sound.

But when they pushed aside the tall grass at shoulder height, they saw that the torches had fallen to the ground and rolled, reflecting the logistics operators who were lying on their backs. A little bright red could be seen in their throats, and their chests stopped rising and falling. They were obviously dead, and the murder weapon seemed to be... a severed finger?

A hunched figure was facing away from them. From the back, it was the leader of the Flash Blade Cult - William McConaughey.

In Charlotte Holmes's opinion, the other party's clothes were tattered and full of bullets, and the exposed skin was dry and thin like a skeleton with skin and bones. The surface of the body was covered with scars and bullet marks, and the flesh and blood were broken as if pierced.

But in Watson's eyes, it was still a body made of metal blades, but compared to the strong and ferocious steel alien body he saw from downstairs, this steel blade body now looked dilapidated and unbearable, like a pile of scrap copper and iron.

The metal surface that was once as bright as frost was rusted with scarlet rust, the sharp blade that was once sharp was now broken and dull, and the sharp spikes that were once like thorns had softened and attached to the body surface, like a tiger with teeth pulled out and a hedgehog with hair removed. The aggressive and ferocious blade body has now become a piece of metal that is directly like waste.

The circle of soft swords wrapped around the opponent's head has also become sparse, and the lights inside are so weak that they flicker, as if a gust of wind can extinguish it.

William McConaughey, who was once as strong as a steel beast, is now old, and those tragic injuries have left him with irreversible damage after all.

He was holding a recently dead Suppression Bureau agent, holding the other's head gently like a lover, and their faces were extremely close as if they were asking for a kiss.

His empty eye sockets seemed to be staring at the other person, and an infatuated smile appeared on his face.

In Watson's view, the light deep in the head of the Suppression Bureau agent who was held in William's palm was gradually fading and melting. The stars and glitters that should have slowly dissipated in the air seemed to be attracted by some invisible force, and all floated into William McConaughey's empty eyeballs and merged into the light that was about to go out.

This Flash Blade leader was actually absorbing the light in the skull of the Suppression Bureau agent!

Swish——

Watson fired without hesitation. At this angle, he could only try his best to aim at the other person's temple - that is the intersection of the mortal skull, zygomatic bone, sphenoid bone and temporal bone, which is the thinnest and most fragile part of the skull bone plate.

In addition to attacking, the main purpose of his shot was to use the whistling sound of the gun to call the large force of the Anti-Suppression Bureau to return.

Perhaps William was already exhausted and fragile, the power of this shot was far beyond Watson's imagination. The six-sided bullet easily penetrated the skull of the Flash Blade Cult Leader, and the blood flowers that he was familiar with should be seen in mortals.

However, this shot was not enough to kill William. The light in his skull suddenly dimmed a lot. He turned his head like a frightened beast, and his empty eye sockets aimed at the two upright ape species with particularly strong skull lights. The deep eye sockets were like deep black holes, containing some kind of darkness that could devour reason.

Charlotte Holmes lifted her windbreaker and raised her two guns. She had learned a lesson from the Lance incident. She pressed her left and right index fingers repeatedly, and all the bullets were shot at the other party's empty eyes.

William McConaughey also raised his right palm and put it in his mouth, biting off his index finger and holding it in his mouth. His soul and body were vibrating, and the severed index finger shot out like an arrow.