Chapter 130: 20: Flood

Abu returned to his ward on crutches. Many people in the same ward were also discussing the parade, but most of them seemed happy. Why?
He couldn't quite understand. If one could gain something from participating, it was normal to be happy. But their current bodies obviously couldn't support their participation, so why would they be happy?
After thinking for a while, Abu came up with an uncertain guess.

"Is it the excitement of having people notice us, care about us, and fear us?"

Abu felt that this might bring temporary benefits, but in the end it would only deepen the predicament, thicken the tragic barriers, and gradually form a big pit that could bury them all.

Shortly after the dressing was changed, someone brought him lunch and told him that his mother would be taken care of by nurses and volunteers, and asked him to recuperate first and not run around.

Abu was a little surprised. Who would care about him so much? Could it be the nurse just now?
Feeling warm in his heart, he said thank you and started eating lunch.

There was a TV in the ward, and the news was playing.

A large crowd occupied the streets, with the leaders holding various signs, shouting slogans, and leading the people behind them forward.

There were many police officers around, trying to maintain order and prevent looting and vandalism, while also having to deal with the constantly provocative marchers.

The people in the ward watched with great pleasure and whistled from time to time, as if they were also in the team.

In the video, the reporter had just finished interviewing a passerby and was about to walk towards another guy who was throwing bricks at the store when a black shadow fell from the sky.

Snapped.

Have you ever stepped on a can?

This is the picture.

But the cans were replaced by people.

The splattered blood splashed all over the reporter, and even the camera lens behind was stained with blood drops.

The reporter's pupils trembled, his legs went limp instantly, and he fell backwards, screaming as if he had lost the ability to speak.

The brave cameraman aimed his camera at some bloody faces as they slowly stood up.

Abu's heart was clenched tightly.

Forget to breathe for a moment.

Isn't this the old man named Leroy?
They had met just the day before yesterday, and Abu would never forget his face.

In the video, El ignored the reporters and cameramen, took the fire axe, turned around and swiftly swung the axe at the looters.

That speed and strength are simply not what a normal human being has.

The ward was completely silent. People covered their mouths and their throats were choked. They could curse at the officials, but they would really kill this man.

The picture was cut off.

But it goes without saying that at this moment, a bloody massacre is taking place in broad daylight.

Abu was so shocked that he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Then he used his mobile phone to search the Internet for everything about the old man, but unfortunately there was very little information, and the information revealed online was not even as much as he knew.

When he arrived at the bathroom, he picked up the phone and was about to report the case to the police and tell them the old man's true identity, but his hand hesitated for a long time while hovering over the dial button.

Perhaps they already knew the old man's identity, but there was no need to say it out loud.

I shouldn't continue to meddle in other people's business to avoid being targeted by him again.

“We are compatriots.”

Olivier's voice rang in his mind.

He took a deep breath and pressed the dial button.

The operator did not seem surprised or surprised, but just said that his words had been recorded and they would call him if they needed assistance.

Although he was not sure whether he had helped, Abu still breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that he had broken free from some kind of restraint and done something that he agreed with in his heart.

Putting the phone in his pocket, he touched the strange red fruit again.

"Shouldn't I take the initiative for once?"

Thinking of what happened that night and the endless extraordinary events on the Internet in recent times, he finally made up his mind. He washed the fruit casually, sat on the toilet, tilted his head back, put it in his mouth, and found that he couldn't bite it at all, so he could only frown and swallow it.

After a moment, an inexplicable wonderful feeling spread from the heart to the whole body.

Previous thoughts seemed to become clear in an instant, and the suppressed emotions formed a storm in the brain and then gradually dissipated.

Covering his head and groaning, his body was stiff for a while before he slowly relaxed.

"Have I awakened my super powers?"

Abu felt the power, but he did not experiment immediately. Instead, he carefully sensed the "instructions" of this ability.

【Earth Flood】

“Control to a certain extent, multiply the soil and rocks, change the density, and shape them at will.”

He stood up and found that his injured leg had healed at some point.

"It turns out it has healing effects." If Abu had known this earlier, he might have given the meatballs to his mother.

But now that he has already eaten it, nothing he says will help, so he might as well make good use of this power.

"Thank you for your gift. I hope I can repay you in the future."

Abu didn't know the old man's identity and position, so he could only bow in four directions to express his gratitude.

He looked at the bandage on his leg, removed it, and placed it together with the crutches in the bathroom, locked it from the inside, and then jumped out from above the cubicle.

He understood the old man's grief, but he also didn't want to see him continue to kill innocent people like this.

The culprits were the Martin brothers.

Their actions are unworthy of forgiveness.

Abu hurriedly ran downstairs to the hospital, found a deserted place, sank his body, and disappeared into the ground.

The earth extended his perception, and the surging of the soil pushed him forward quickly. In just a few minutes, he arrived at the place where the incident occurred.

Unfortunately, I’m still too late.

He found no trace of El.

The streets were littered with dead and wounded. Some people who had learned first aid tried to save the lives of the seriously injured, but most of them could only watch them die in their hands.

It was the first time that Abu saw such a scene, and he couldn't help feeling upset.

Isn't it fun to do this?

Did he find the wails of the dying beautiful?
Abdul couldn't empathize with him.

Even if he met the Martin brothers, he would rather bury them directly so that they would no longer harm the world.

The guilt in my heart was completely buried by his crazy killing, and I couldn't let him go on like this.

Ability is not bestowed for no reason. Now that it has fallen into his hands, he needs to do something with this ability.

Putting aside such empty slogans as "for the sake of all mankind", he at least wants to eliminate this "monster" that preys on its prey for the sake of his country.

He wanted to save people, but found that there were only minor injuries and deaths, and the few who were on the verge of death had already closed their eyes completely.

Minor injuries are basically just sprained feet, and there is no need to go to the hospital.

Abu used his perception to observe the spot, but did not find any traces left by the other party, as if he had disappeared out of thin air. After turning around, he could only return to the hospital in silence.

When I was taking the elevator, I met the nurse who had helped me.

Because he suffered a great mental shock, he forgot to bring his bandages and crutches.

The nurse looked at his legs and fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)