Chapter 245: Living

Stewart's handsome face seemed to be covered with frost. He stretched out his hand, with a strong uneasiness deep in his heart, carefully and gently lifted it up. Suddenly, a smooth cut as thin as a hair appeared clearly in front of him.

This bottle of wine...has been opened.

Stewart's eyes suddenly showed incredible fear. He quickly turned his eyes to his hands and the bottles on the table that had just been empty. He quickly turned his head to look at Blanche, Murphy and Yang Hua, and Klester... Finally, he focused his sudden tightening pupils on Lin Xiang, who was smiling.

"You, you...don't drink it quickly, there is something in the wine..."

Stewart suddenly stood up like crazy, roaring desperately nervously and anxiously. Just as he wanted to push the chair away and rushed to Klester, Wang Biao, who had been standing behind him, suddenly rushed over from the side at a lightning speed. The dagger in his hand made a low whistle, and swept across Stewart's neck at a speed that was unseen by the naked eye.

Stuart shook his body and took several steps backwards. The moment the heels and chairs touched, his heavy body seemed to finally find a support, and sat down with his back like a collapsed mountain. Large areas of warm blood gushed out from the broken throat. The only thing Stewart could do was to hold his head and shoulders tightly with both hands, squeeze hard to narrow the split gap in the middle as much as possible, reduce the speed of blood flow, and allow himself to live for a few more minutes.

Opposite, Murphy was already spreading his arms, lying on the dining table dyingly. A sharp military fighting knife was inserted into his heart on his back. The moment Stewart discovered that the flaws suddenly popped up, Yang Hua also used the knife as fast as possible, accurate and fierce, and directly pierced the entire heart.

Murphy was not dead yet, his eyes widened. Yang Hua's sword was too powerful. The blade passed through his body and pressed his whole body against the table. Under the action of inertia, he deeply touched the wooden part of the table. Murphy was unable to struggle at all. He could only stretch his limbs like an insect fixed on the specimen stand by a pin, trembling desperately, opening his mouth, but there was no sound. There was a burst of strange and chaotic noise in his ears, and the scenery that could be seen in his eyes became increasingly fainter and blurry...

Stewart leaned weakly on the chair, and until now, he didn't believe that all the experience had just been true.

We are parasites, more advanced than evolutionary and strengthened people, and have unparalleled power!

Seven stars of Stewart, eight stars of Murphy.

As for the opponent, Wang Biao has five stars and Yang Hua has six stars.

The parasites have long been accustomed to this kind of simple and effective comparison method by using their star rating to evaluate the strength of the parasites and judge their strengths and weaknesses based on their breath. Therefore, despite understanding that Hidden Moon City is completely opposite to the "claws", Klester and others still decided to enter the city and attend this dinner set by their opponents.

In their opinion, they are indeed qualified to look down on everything.

The strongest master in Yinyue City is Yang Hua. A mere six-star parasite, even Stewart can easily defeat him, let alone Kleist, who is strong and has reached the peak of nine stars. They don’t need to be afraid or have any worries at all. If they find that the other party is abnormal, they will kill him on the spot immediately. If those guys are tactful, then let them be a gatekeeper to the yard and help them make money.

This is Klester's plan to annex. It's simple and very practical.

Parasites are much stronger than ordinary people. But in the final analysis, they are still humans and have common weaknesses.

In a drunken situation, a three-year-old child can easily cut off the head of the world's fighting champion with a knife.

The strength gap between Wang Biao, Yang Hua and Stewart and others is very big. They are not opponents when they face each other head-on. However, Murphy and Stewart really drank too much wine. People who have been traveling outside for a long time usually have no resistance to fine wine and food. Although they knew that today's dinner would likely have conflicts, they did not expect that Lin Xiang would be so crazy that he wanted to kill everyone. In addition, the specific level of parasites that could be felt by relying on breath... Stewart suddenly couldn't help but shivered.

Trap, this is a terrible trap.

They had already planned all this and poisoned the wine and food. What kind of poison is that? Why did they not respond after eating so much, but we were incapacitated and became soft all over?

Stewart's consciousness became increasingly blurred. He felt that the blood inside his body was no longer flowing, very cold, and the biting chill seemed to freeze the body and solidify his mind at any time. His increasingly heavy eyelids would close at any time, but Stewart still insisted on not letting himself fall asleep. The fear of death overwhelmed the strong demand of the body and nerves. Just as he pressed his head desperately, trying to keep a connection with his body as much as possible, and burned the last trace of life energy, he suddenly discovered that in Blanche's hand, sitting on the side, there was a powerful m24a ​​light machine gun. The black and cold muzzle was pointing at his eyebrows.

Stewart wanted to speak, but every twitch of his throat would be accompanied by a large rolling and rushing blood. He didn't want to consume the little energy left, so he could only open his eyes desperately, and stared at the muzzle that was getting closer and closer to him in the heavy breathing sound.

The hard textured metal gun body looks out of place when paired with Blanche in an office dress. The long wavy chestnut hair spread on both sides of her shoulders, her extremely elastic skin, her soft but powerful waist and hips, and her long stockings and legs that are always full of infinite temptation to men flashed in front of Stewart's eyes... He suddenly felt ridiculous - just a few minutes ago, he was fantasizing about how to press over this not-so-pretty but very flavorful woman on the table. Let her become her new admirer, give up dignity and feminine reserve, and let herself play with it in bed.

"Mom, I really didn't expect that the person who was being played would be me..."

The moment this thought came to his mind, Stewart also heard a crisp sound from the tail of the m24a ​​gun that was approaching his forehead. Immediately afterwards, the bullet that was unleashed a violent burning feeling on his forehead. Stewart felt that he was hit by an indescribable huge force. His whole person immediately trembled upward like a backlash, and then fell heavily and would never tremble again. Only a fine blood mark slowly overflowed from the edge of the round bullet hole in the center of his forehead, leaving a dazzling red line on his pale and soft face.

...

The hall was in a mess, and noisy shouts came from outside the window, accompanied by rapid footsteps. Soon, the sound had turned into a hoarse roar and roar, and many heavy objects were pushed to the ground to the collision. More than ten seconds later, the dull gunshots like a storm replaced all the noises and became the overlord who ruled everything. Occasionally, a few screams that almost pierced the eardrums, but were overwhelmed by the stronger gunshots and stopped abruptly.

Those are the "Claws" guards who come with Klester and are dining on the first floor. Each of them has the strength of level 5 evolution or above, has rich combat experience, is a real elite force, and is also a trump card in Klester's hands.

Since it was an ambush, Lin Xiang would not give his opponent any chance at all.

The shooting positions on the second and third floors were arranged with sixty-four heavy machine guns, and there was no dead end that could escape in the crossing directions of attack. Eight hundred city guards, who had blood transformation and also had level five evolutionary capabilities, formed a second line of defense outside the building. Snipers were arranged on the roofs of the building around the building, five "Embras" tanks and twenty "Strick" armored vehicles attacked from the front, completely blocking every possible escape road.

Without anti-armor weapons and without any defense, the "Claws" soldiers immersed in the food and wine traps were all killed in battle in less than three minutes. To be precise, this cannot be considered a battle at all, but a cruel and irresistible massacre.

"No living mouth is allowed, I just need dead people who can't speak-"

This is Lin Xiang's order.

...

"Swoosh-"

Yang Hua pulled out the fighting knife from Murphy's body, and the muscles on his arms suddenly raised, and the sharp blade quickly passed through the back of the corpse like a cold light. While retracting the knife and turning back and forth, Murphy's head, whose eyes had already turned white, was also separated from his body, like a ball that had lost control, rolling back and forth on the smooth table. Finally, between the nose that protruded the spherical surface and the support of his soft lips, he leaned obliquely against the goblet with most of the amber brandy left.

Yang Hua is not the kind of bloodthirsty person who is tyrannical by nature. He just used this method to confirm whether the opponent was truly dead. The ubiquitous radiation caused the earth's creatures to produce different mutations in less than a hundred years. Without knowing what supernatural powers the other party has, the safest way is to cut the head and tear the corpse.

Perhaps, in the future, there may be super creatures like the ones like the ones in the old manga "Dragon Ball" and who can still be freely combined and regenerated after their body is broken. But that is a future event, and no one dares to be sure or deny it.

Wang Biao raised his feet, pushed Stewart's feet away, dragged the chair pressed by the corpse to make a way out. He moved his neck left and right, pinching his wrist bones into a "crackling" sound, slowly crossing the blood pot on the ground that had been gathered, and approached Klester, who was sitting on the long strip table, step by step.

The hall was as quiet as death, only the blood dripping from the tip of the fighting knife in Yang Hua's hand hit the ground and made a slight sound.

Klester's face was calm. He picked up the wine glass placed in front of him and took a sip of brandy. The wine tasted very mellow and was worthy of being a precious thing that had been stored for a hundred years.

The moment Stewart made a warning, he also keenly sensed the subtle changes inside his body - the sore and soft muscles, which made him unable to exert strength, just like the drunken feeling of drinking too much.

Kleister didn't know how long this situation would last. An hour? Half a day? Or... Forever?

Radiation fills the wasteland world with various types of toxins. Without the complete biological scientific research system of the old era, no one can grasp the characteristics of each poison in a short time. Moreover, these toxic creatures are changing every day.

"You shouldn't be here-"

Lin Xiang stood up and walked slowly to Klester.

"I have to come-"

Kleist put down his wine glass and looked at him quietly. He suddenly felt that the young man's eyes were very pure and clear, and there was something he had forgotten for a long time. Especially in the center of the sphere as crystal-like black jade, he actually saw his image in his pupils.

"Where are Brooke and Boris?"

After moving his sore shoulders for a moment, Klester asked in a plain manner. The poison that entered his body unknowingly caused him to lose all his combat ability. Now he is just an ordinary person who is innocent. But no matter what, he must find out the whereabouts of his son.

“Everything that belongs to oneself is precious.”

Lin Xiang pulled a chair from the side and sat down, his face as calm as Klester. His voice seemed particularly magnetic at this time: "Brook is your son, and this city... is my hard work."

The muscles on Klester's face trembled suddenly: "You... did you kill him?"

"If I don't kill him, he will kill me." Lin Xiang's voice was very cold, but the content was the complete wasteland law.

A drop of turbid tears quietly slid from the corners of Klester's wrinkled eyes.

He suddenly felt that he was old.

His sharp eyes cut Lin Xiang's face like a knife. He wanted to clench his fists, but his arms were trembling uncontrollably. He even wanted to pounce on the head of the murderer who had killed his son, chew around, wanting to chew his eyes and bit off his nose. Then this face that was so close that it was so beautiful that it was jealously beautiful that it was torn and broken.

However, I could not do anything myself, and I didn't even have the strength to stand up from the chair.

Lin Xiang did not care about Klester's gaze that was enough to kill. He pulled out the leather case at his waist, took out a small and exquisite vacuum syringe, pulled out the rubber tube sleeve, grabbed Klester's left hand hard, and pressed the sharp needle tip to the blood vessels. With the flexible and agile cooperation between his fingers, the plastic piston began to slowly pull outward, and the translucent tube wall was also quickly filled with dark red viscous liquid.

"When do you want to kill me?"

Although he didn't quite understand why the other party did this, Klester instinctively linked death to blood.

"I don't like killing people, but that doesn't mean I won't kill people-"

Lin Xiang carefully put away the blood sample he had just collected, then looked down at the watch on his wrist, silently calculating the time limit for the anesthetic to fail, and said calmly: "I am very interested in the internal situation of "The Claw". As the vice president, you should have a say in this regard."

"Claws?"

Kleist frowned, with a hint of sarcastic sneering on his face: "Do you think this is possible?"

"Your life is now in my hands." Lin Xiang showed the truth lightly.

"Kill me! Just like you kill Brooke."

Talking about his dead son, Klester's tone also had a hint of coldness and despair in his tone.

Lin Xiang's eyes were constantly flashing with light. Klester must die, but before he died, he must also understand some unknown secrets from him. "Claws" are the most powerful killer group in the wasteland world. To a certain extent, a level nine-level evolutionist hidden in the dark is even more terrifying than a five-star parasite that deals head-on.

Strength is not the only key to determining the outcome.

Wisdom and conspiracy often exert unexpected power.

Suddenly, Lin Xiang smiled, his teeth as white as snow looked extremely ferocious. He sat quietly, leaned forward slightly, and put his face to a position only about two centimeters away from Klester. He slowly said in a deep, soft, and indescribable male voice: "There is someone who will make you speak."

...

The washed two-headed beef was stuffed into the trumpet of the crusher. With the sound of gear rotation and mechanical twisting, light red meat paste fell scattered under the fan-shaped shovel under the machine, and slowly piled up into loose-structured red hills in the smooth and white large porcelain plate.

This is the cured meat that has been preserved from last autumn to the present. It is grinded into pieces, added with salt, black pepper, cream, a small amount of flour, and a few drops of strong liquor above 60 degrees. Stir well and slowly spread it into round cakes about ten centimeters in diameter in the oil pan. Fry it and put it on the plate. When it is delivered to the table, hot and shiny oil beads are still emitting on the surface of the meat.

Cut the cornbread into evenly thick and thin slices, and put the newly fried meat patties in the middle, and bite it down in one bite. The softness of the bread is combined with the crispness of the fried meat, and immediately releases a very fulfilling and satisfying deliciousness on the surface of the tongue.

Ying Jia has a strong learning ability. During this period, she has been staying in Wang Biao's kitchen and carefully consulted Nina about the ways to make various types of dishes. She likes to let Lin Xiang taste the dishes she cooked by herself. In Nina's words, "If you want to watch a man, you should first take care of his stomach."

The vine basket that could hold five kilograms of bread was half empty, and the meat patties made of two kilograms of cornstarched beef were left alone on the plate. As for the polenta full of corn porridge in the pot, they were also quickly scooped up at an astonishing speed and quickly disappeared into two big mouths that were swallowed whole.

"Eat slowly, there is still not enough."
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