Chapter 216 106: Ye Jie

Sercotev.

Under the relatively powerful firepower suppression, the mutated monsters are just enemies with health bars.

Guns can splatter blood? That means as long as there are enough bullets, it is possible to make human meat balls.

The army had not arrived yet, and after the local police station opened the armory and suffered some casualties, dozens of monsters had been eliminated one by one, many of which had turned into pools of rotten meat, and then the department in biochemical suits rushed over to recover them.

After returning, even picking up bullets will be a heavy workload.

At the scene of the disposal of some weirdo's body, Captain Carl leaned against his tattered, blood-stained car, watching the people in front of him cleaning up the mess while he gulped down vodka.

"If you keep drinking like this, you won't be able to aim your gun well one day."

A woman who looked to be in her thirties, in police uniform and with the rank of lieutenant, walked up to Carl, took a cigarette out of his pocket skillfully, and lit one for herself.

"Alcohol helps me think clearly." ×2
Karl glanced sideways at her.

"As your former apprentice, I have heard this sentence at least eighty times, if not a hundred times. Thanks to you, it took me three months to quit drinking, and it took me three years to get rid of the title of Alcoholic Eve." Eve rolled her eyes at Carl.

"Then why don't you quit smoking? Doesn't anyone call you Smoking Eve?" Carl shook his head.

"I quit drinking because I wanted to lead by example and convince you to do the same, but it seems I failed. Not quitting smoking gives me an excuse to take cigarettes from your pocket." Eve took only a few puffs and threw away the half-smoked cigarette and stomped it out.

Carl continued to drink without saying anything.

"I heard that you killed six mutants by yourself? Including this one, it makes it seven." Seeing that Carl still refused to respond, Eve didn't bother and talked about the topic that the other party must be concerned about.

The name "mutant" is temporary, and some people call it a monster, but the specific characterization depends on Mo Cheng.

"Six. I didn't solve this problem. In fact, it's easy to kill them if you master the skills. Their strength doesn't mean they are heavy. First, make them lose their balance." Carl patted the deformed hood of the car, "Then put the muzzle of the gun in their mouths."

"If there's enough firepower, a few rifles firing at once could smash them to pieces, and it would probably be cheaper than the cost of repairing my car."

"But apart from this, I have another interesting discovery." Carl looked at Eve, wanting to see if she had discovered anything.

"The tumor on the shoulder?" Eve had also experienced several mutants and could see that there was an obvious bulge of tissue on their shoulders.

"Yes, one guy I met would rather use his head to catch a bullet than let that meatball get hit. It seems that is the most obvious weakness. It's like a new brain." Carl pondered the adjective, "After all, when your head is threatened, you can't help but use other parts of your body to protect it."

"But if their heads are shattered, won't they be dead too? Is it possible that they have a spare head to control the body?" Eve asked curiously.

Carl snorted and wanted to say something, but suddenly froze. Eve's words seemed to be a spark that awakened his thoughts, and then his expression suddenly changed.

"Spare brain. Second brain. Be careful!" Carl casually stuffed the half-full bottle of vodka into his trouser pocket, picked up his rifle, and shouted to the man in chemical protective suit who had already put the body into the containment bag and was carrying it to the transport vehicle.

The two people carrying the bag looked at Karl strangely, but the next second, with a tearing sound, more than a dozen exoskeleton limbs as sharp as sickles and as slender as willow leaves exploded from the body bag, looking exactly like a strengthened sea urchin.

"Gu" the protective suit did not provide any protection, and he and his colleague in front of him were stabbed all over.

Chu Chu Chu!
Carl had a stern face, and he kept firing his rifle while pressing forward, relying on his experience to focus on the position where the meatball might be.

The strange monster that looked like a killer crab was struggling frantically, as if it wanted to kill Carl.

On the other side, Eve also took out a grenade, threw it out, and shouted: "Be careful!"

Carl quickly dodged to the side, using the car engine as cover, and changed the magazine at the same time.

After a loud bang, he leaned out again and kept shooting at the monster that had become quiet.

The monster was motionless, as if it was completely dead.

Carl took out the vodka and poured it down, then took out a lighter and a banknote, lit it and threw it down, then stepped back a few steps.

Feng! The flames are burning!

The monster could actually still twist.

"Ka-ka--Hell, the peaceful. world, belongs to. the. Devil. Lord."

The monster made a final struggle and uttered its last words from an unknown mouth.

Carl's eyes flashed with thought, and he slowly backed away, fearing that he was not dead yet. After all, compared with language information, his own life was more important. So he shot a few more times with his pistol while backing away, like a master of shooting.

The several police officers who were assisting around all showed admiring looks. He was worthy of being Captain Carl, the most ruthless man in Serkotov who made criminals tremble with fear.

"It seems like we are in big trouble." Carl was in a bad mood and looked towards the distant sky. The familiar sound of the propeller approaching reminded him of the time when he served in the army.

Early the next morning.

Sycotev Police Station.

All police officers had their leave cancelled, and they worked with the army that had arrived not long ago to impose martial law and conduct inspections throughout the city to prevent any remnants of the monster from appearing.

Even the department responsible for logistics was extremely busy, checking the identities of the deceased one by one, their life histories, what suspicious things they had done during their lifetime, where they had been, whether they claimed to have encountered any strange phenomena, and whether they had anything in common.

Fortunately, Carl's report was timely yesterday, and they were able to kill the corpses that had not yet "revive". Not to mention, a few monsters really showed up, which was very scary. I can't imagine how many people would suffer if such a situation occurred during the autopsy. It can be said that many lives were saved.
Carl's reputation became extremely famous in an instant, and it seemed to have attracted the commander of this unit and a large number of heavyweights, who all crowded into the conference room.

This caused the police officers to look inside out of curiosity from time to time, but in their hearts they were ultimately convinced of Carl.

In the conference room, the director was introducing Carl and a group of guys with high military ranks to each other.

"Captain Carl, my most capable assistant, is full of drive and has won the Medal for Brave Service." At this moment, the director no longer looked like he usually cursed at Carl who almost gave him a heart attack. Instead, he looked like he was my proudest "child".

"Hello, NSA, Yuri."

"I think I've heard rumors about you. I'm not being polite. I'm Andre."

The most important people are these two, and the rest are from the Ministry of Internal Affairs and other departments, but they are obviously not as important as these two. Yuri is wearing casual clothes, but he can represent the Northern Alliance Security Department, so he has some weight.

Karl had also heard of Andre's name, but even if he hadn't, he could tell from his military rank that he was a lieutenant general.

"Ahem, Carl, can you tell me about your discovery? Be more specific and detailed." Faced with so many big shots, the director didn't dare to show his usual leisurely attitude. Instead, he urged them on, fearing that the big guys would be unhappy if he was slow.

Carl nodded and began to tell him everything that happened last night.

"Is that how you came up with the idea that the blob might be a second brain?" Yuri interrupted at a pause.

"That's right. Since they instinctively want to protect a place, then this place is likely to be a vital point. I think many people may not have shot the meat ball again, so they suspect that the monsters are not completely dead."

Yuri nodded, motioning for him to continue.

Next comes the most critical part.

".His last words were very vague. I only heard the words 'hell, world, devil, lord, noble'. If you want to put them together to make sense, it's probably" Carl glanced at everyone, "hell still exists, and the world will belong to the devil's lord."

The people below were either in deep thought or whispering. Yuri nodded thoughtfully. It was necessary to say that these weirdos really looked like they were possessed by demons. The message "Hell is safe" matched the last message from Base 17, and the title of "Demon Lord" also showed that there was something behind the scenes manipulating it. It was most likely...
"The information you provided is very important. I hope to ask you to go to the Security Department. We need a more detailed record of the inquiry."

"Okay." The so-called invitation from the Security Department was not something a small captain like him could refuse. Although he might be considered reckless by others, he was not stupid.

The meeting had not yet ended, but Carl had already played his role. After saying hello to the director, he tacitly left the meeting room and walked back to his office.

"How is it? Are you going to get a promotion? Should I call you Colonel from now on?" Eve came over and teased.

"Without a background, no matter how high you are promoted, you will always be a scapegoat." Carl is very open-minded. Otherwise, it would not be difficult for him to seek personal gain with his ability. "What is the current statistics? What did those monsters have in common when they were alive?"

When talking about business, Eve's expression was restrained: "There are some clues. In fact, if you really want to distinguish, they are more like 'victims'."

"I mean, what kind of injustice have you encountered?"

"Almost. But they also have their own reasons. They lack the spirit of resistance and are generally recognized as honest people."

Karl shook his head: "The price of resistance is not something that everyone can bear. In the final analysis, it is right that this society should not force people to resist."

Eve rolled her eyes: "Don't tell me this in the future, tell me that people should have the spirit of struggle and resistance."

"The two are not contradictory, you will understand." Carl patted Eve on the shoulder and began to sort out the work that had piled up during his 'administrative leave'. Although the demon's affairs should be more urgent, the needs of other people are also needs. Besides, he has to go to Mo City with Yuri in a short time, so he has no time.

I haven't been there for a long time, I wonder if it has changed much?
"The process is no different from creating a fox, so why can't a mutation occur after several consecutive attempts?"

A small town north of Mo City, Bai Shihang has settled here for quite some time.

During this period, he tried to replicate the successful mutation experience of Jade-faced Fox and Ghost-faced Fox, and continued to use moths to create "alien" life, fabricating their past, making up their memories, and manipulating their emotions.

But none of them succeeded.

He even used his incomplete prophetic ability, but only saw the possibility in one person.

“.Nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine hundred and ninety-nine, one thousand!” In the courtyard, a group of boys and girls were waving two-handed swords. Among them, a white-haired girl covered in sweat was the first to complete the task of swinging the sword a thousand times. She stopped swinging the sword and smiled brightly at Bai Shihang who was sitting at the door, “Teacher! I’ve done it!”

"Then let's go to the next one." Bai Shihang, who looked young and had a mixed-race appearance, didn't even bother to raise his eyelids.

"Yes!" The girl was a little disappointed for not receiving any praise, but she quickly cheered herself up, put the sword back on the shelf, and then devoted herself to the next training.

There are eight boys and girls in front of him. In Shiraishi Hang's words, except for the white-haired boy, they are all failures, but they are not without value. In order to strictly replicate the process of making foxes, they are all human-foxes and need to disguise themselves to show up in public. In the memory template, they all come from the same world.

With more of them, they might be able to spontaneously form a more cohesive organization. Although they are basically only adapted to the rigid body ability, Shiraishi Hang was quite partial and gave each of them a camouflage mask, which is a good thing that the old senior Makoto Ito has been longing for but cannot get.

If these foxes meet the two foxes at the foot of Mount Fuji, I wonder if they will be filled with tears as if they are fellow villagers.

After failing seven times, he finally saw a glimmer of possibility in the incomplete prophecy and conducted the experiment on the eighth person, the white-haired girl, named Ekaterina (later referred to as Ye Jie).

The fabricated memory this time was not about another world, but about a "local" who was born and raised in a remote place in the country of Northern Union. She was a reclusive paladin, and was attacked by a demon, leaving her the only survivor. She nearly died in the countryside, and was then rescued by "Godfrey", who was also a paladin, and began to teach the so-called paladin skills.

Although Ye Jie was very curious about the identities of these companions with long ears and long tails, she did not ask too many questions and integrated into their group.

But the easy times will eventually come to an end.

That night.

“No matter whether it is a Paladin or a Battle Nun, they will never grow up in a greenhouse. Every Paladin has his own experience and destiny. I have taught you almost everything I can. Now I just need to guide you to awaken the ability of the Paladin. After that, how to use this power depends on you.” In the training room, Bai Shihang and Ye Jie sat opposite each other.

"I will make destroying the devil my lifelong belief and never betray it!" Ye Jie solemnly vowed.

"This is also fate." Bai Shihang didn't say much and pointed his index finger at Ye Jie's forehead.

She only felt a tingling sensation spreading rapidly to her brain in dots, and then spreading to her body. Her eyes went black, and then white, and she saw the figure that she could not look directly at.

Then some messy clips began to appear, some disgusting two-headed monsters were roaring, the whole city fell into chaos, guns and cannons were ringing, and under the magnificent buildings seen on TV, angels were fighting demons.
The Holy Light Mark has been put on, and this is Bai Shihang’s last spot.

The holy light mark of the Eye of the Goddess that exploded from the New York Demon can only be marked on five people or objects.

The angel with a broken arm, Pastor Brand, Jennifer, Ye Jie and an experiment he prepared for Ye Jie.

"You have officially become a battle sister. Make good use of your abilities. Go ahead. I believe God has shown you the way forward for the future."

"Thank you, teacher." Ye Jie mustered up his courage and said, "Before I leave, can you give me a hug of blessing?"

Bai Shihang has no objection.

"Under the holy water pool of the Cathedral of the Assumption of the Virgin Mary, there is a holy relic of your family. Only those of your family who have awakened are qualified to take it."

Not only that, he also used [forgeries] to transform a bunch of angel statues in the churches there in advance, making them look like fakes, so that they could at least fight some demons on equal terms.

Don't blame him for cheating on the human side, because the thing hatched from this evil elf egg is a bit too powerful for the Northern Alliance, otherwise even if it were Ami, which is still in the civil war, the masked man would be able to fight him to his heart's content.

Even if he gave the Northern Alliance humans a little edge, in the future he could see, the demons would still have a slight advantage. That guy was growing too fast. In such a short period of time, he had grown to the point where he couldn't kill him with just a glare. He would have to glare at him a few more times. He was too strong.

Of course, he doesn't have to leave. Whether it's good or bad, he can create his own value.

The two separated, Ye Jie took a few deep breaths, and was about to say goodbye when Bai Shihang took out a ruby ​​earring.

"This is a spatial object. Your sword is inside. It's my parting gift to you."

Ye Jie put it away solemnly, not daring to ask Bai Shihang to help her put it on. She smiled like a flower, and couldn't control the corners of her mouth at all: "Well! I will definitely keep it well! Thank you, teacher, goodbye!"

This player should be the one with the most luxurious initial equipment.

Even the eye that Shiraishi Kou favored the most did not receive this treatment.

Well, this guy's preference is almost the same as having nothing. You can tell by looking at Jennifer who doesn't have any equipment yet.

The sense of mission and the possible sadness of separation made Ye Jie not say goodbye to other companions. She just left a letter and hurried away in the night, starting her own experience.

"The first step in training is to find a means of transportation."

Ye Jie took out his cell phone and began to use it awkwardly.

At this time, in the Kremlin, President Viktor is facing an increasingly serious situation.

Serkotev is just the beginning. Even if this thing is eradicated, it will continue to spread like a virus. As of today, two more cities have been hit by demon disasters.

Although they were all wiped out by local troops with strong martial virtues, the momentum was still too bad.

Judging from the map, it was clearly approaching Mo City without any concealment. He even suspected that the devil was lurking in the city, just waiting for a certain opportunity.

"Is it true that there are no lawful and good supernatural beings in our country?"

Vic murmured, thinking about the advice given to him by the Director of the Security Bureau for a long time, and then he dialed the number of the Holy See.

(End of this chapter)