Unexpectedly, the thin man cursed in English, but then the double-barrel hunting rifle in his hand pressed against Persca's head again.

One shot.

It only takes one shot and I can see Persca's brain splashing.

The man stared at the bloody bullet holes on my body vigilantly, and then he looked at No. 7 again.

At this time, No. 7 was red all over and was wrapped in a hazy white steam. At first glance, he seemed to have just come out of a steamer.

The lead bullets that hit him, without exception, have all turned into molten iron.

"monster!"

The man cursed inwardly.

It can be seen that after discovering how No. 7 and I were shot, he was a little panicked, with a hint of fear flashing in his pupils, and a few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"If you dare to take another step forward, I will kill him!"

The man yelled at us.

Behind him, a brown-skinned woman trembled and pressed her back against the door, looking at us tremblingly.

In order to save Persca's life, I suddenly stopped and at the same time, I quickly made a gesture to No. 7, but this guy seemed to have not seen me, and his whole body was red, and he walked towards the man step by step.

"Don't come over!"

No. 7's actions were like a giant steel hammer that hit the man's fragile psychological defense.

The thin man swallowed subconsciously.

The fingers that pulled the trigger gradually pressed down with No. 7's footsteps.

Damn it! I knew what he was going to do, so I made a quick decision and ran towards him, but it was too late.

There is only one step away between the man and Persca.

The muzzle of the double-barrel hunting rifle in his hand was firmly pressed against Persca's forehead! The distance between me and the man was at least ten meters.

Even if I'm fast, it's too late.

Bang! The fire at the muzzle flashed away, and the gorgeous and bright light looked so dazzling.

When the fire disappeared, a bloody flower suddenly appeared on Persca's forehead. The impact of the lead bullet forced him to fall to the ground with his back on the sky.

"Hiss--"                                                            

At this moment, Perska's bloody face could no longer distinguish his facial features. Large pieces of blood surged out, and the broken nose bones were no longer covered by flesh, and there was a strange white light under the dark night.

Dead?

I feel a little annoyed.

If I had let Perska stay with me last night when we entered the hotel, maybe this would have been avoided...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  �

The reason I care so much about Persca.

It is because he and I have many similarities. Of course, I am not referring to his life experience, but his supernatural powers.

I thought that except me, all the transformed people in the world today were the products of human experiments, but the appearance of Persca broke my ridiculous idea.

He, a transformer, is not an experimental product of a certain force organization.

It is family-borne and imprinted in the genes, and his transformation of human genes is highly likely because of his grandmother, the white woman we were looking for at the beginning of our mission.

In the dark, I always have a premonition.

Persca's grandmother, that white woman, should also be a transformer.

And the way she obtains her superpowers is likely to be exactly the same as mine! I think that if I want to break the curse on my body, then the appearance of Persca will likely be an opportunity for me.

But now... I could only watch the opportunity presented to me slipped away from my fingers.

Ma’s! “Don’t come here!”

The man staggered back two steps, trembling hands, took out two shotguns from his pocket, filled it into the double-barrel hunting rifle, and calibrated the striker.

He raised his muzzle with sweat and pointed it at No. 7.

"Oh..." Seeing this, No. 7 stopped, perhaps because he noticed my abnormal mood, No. 7 turned his head and looked at me.

I noticed that there was a slight banter in the eyes of this dog looking at me.

It's him! I gritted my teeth.

If No. 7 had just followed my order and stopped, maybe I would have a chance to save Persca, but now, it's too late! I dare to conclude.

This dog must have been intentional! After all, from the moment I decided to keep Persca, this guy showed all kinds of dissatisfaction with my decision.

Huh...                                                                                                                              

Now that things have come to this point, regret or internal strife is like being stupid... I lowered my eyes, glanced at the Perska, whose head was already blooming, and then fell on the man.

"Tsk tsk..." No. 7 probably guessed what I was going to do. He shook his head with a smile on his face and looked at the man with pity on his face.

Bang!                                                                                                                              

I walked towards the man step by step with a calm expression.

I watched the man, driven by panic, fill the ammunition like crazy. Unfortunately, under the influence of fear, this poor guy could not use his trembling hands to stuff the ammunition into the gun chamber.

"You deserve to die."

I walked straight to him, slowly raised my right hand, grabbed his throat, and lifted him up.

This is the first time I met him.

Logically speaking, there is no deep hatred between us, but the problem is that this guy has killed my hope of lifting the curse in the cradle.

This is tantamount to breaking my life.

The man's hunting rifle fell to the ground. Because of his suffocation, his face turned red and purple. He slapped my arm with difficulty, but to no avail. He could only husky voice and squeeze out a sentence with all his strength: "You damn monster, God will punish you, I swear..." "Then I will send you to see your God."

I closed my eyes slightly and increased the strength in my hands, but at this moment, the woman close to the wall suddenly screamed. She rushed to me and knelt down, crying and murmured the words I couldn't understand.

Although I can't understand, I can roughly feel what she wants to express.

She wanted me to let this man go.

I smiled slightly.

It’s easy to let people go, but I am no longer a merciful person. Then, in the woman’s horrified eyes, I easily broke the man’s neck.
Chapter completed!