Abnormal Doomsday Records

Chapter 8. Mouth replacement is really the most outstanding invention of this era
"Fuck Slag Town, fuck Old Joe, fuck the End of the World Celebration! I'm done with this. You want me to die? Haha, I'd rather die in the monster's mouth than let you bastards get your wish."

"Gladiator No. 3" was limping and trying to run, fleeing towards the Gobi Desert in the cold sandstorm that blew in the night.

He waited for a whole day and finally got this opportunity. While the caravan members were finishing their meal and digesting their food, he rolled up his only belongings and plunged into the Gobi Desert.

Under normal circumstances, such an action would be tantamount to suicide. The guards in the caravan had motorcycles and could easily capture him, but the sandstorm tonight gave him an opportunity.

In this kind of sandstorm weather, monsters will appear. In order to protect the caravan and Miss Qiao Ya, the guards will not take risks alone. As long as he has a little luck, he will be able to reach the town he has been to early tomorrow morning.

As a failed merchant in the badlands, Lao Bai may not have made much money or seen much of the world, but his familiarity with the terrain and roads from all over the country became his greatest reliance at this time.

He had been to this place before and he knew how to avoid dangerous places.

As long as he doesn't provoke Boss Ohm to take action personally, he has a great chance of escaping.

Unlike Zhou Ke who had just arrived, Lao Bai knew very well that none of the fighters who had participated in the End Festival in the past few decades had come back alive.

He would never go to Hubang's territory to die!
Although I have lived a life of extreme failure for most of my life, as long as I am still alive, I will have the opportunity to make a fortune. Keeping my life is always the top priority.

He climbed over a ditch with great difficulty, and tried to jump to the other side by stepping on the half-buried car wreckage with only the frame left. However, his lame leg was not strong enough, and he could not get up after several attempts. The wind and sand were getting stronger and stronger, and Lao Bai was getting anxious. He vaguely heard some disturbing howling coming from the whistling wind.

He knew he had to speed up, so he pulled out something like a walking stick from the bag on his back and swung it forward, letting the rough claws grab the debris above and pull himself up.

"boom"

Just as he was getting close to the top, a gunshot shattered all of Lao Bai's hopes. Clods of dirt splashed from the nearby pile of earth hit him in the face, and he fell back into the ditch as soon as he let go.

The timid businessman turned around and saw a figure standing behind him aiming a gun.

"Stop running."

Zhou Ke's voice came from afar, with a hint of ridicule and disdain, he said:
"My grandmother was much more prepared than you to go out and dance in the square. If you were able to escape, Miss Qiao Ya's caravan would not have to continue operating.

come back!

Otherwise I will shoot!"

"You are riding a horse."

Lao Bai recognized Zhou Ke.

A feeling of "betrayal" filled his heart, and he jumped up and down on the spot, cursing:

"It's okay for the others, but why the hell are you trying to stop me from escaping? You're a fighter too! You idiot, do you think you can survive in the Castle of the End?
Idiot!
Come down quickly and run with me, only by running away can you survive!
I know the roads around me, I know where to run to get to a safe place, believe me!
I have connections in Snake Country!
Let's go to the Snake State and hide there. No one will come to catch us. Let's go! If we alarm Ohm, we won't be able to leave."

"I don't believe you, you are such a bad bastard."

Zhou Ke cursed disdainfully:
"If you really have connections in Snake State, would you be able to get to the point where you are picked out as a fighter to die? Idiots like you who tell lies all the time are the worst. With your lame performance, I would be crazy if I really followed you.

You have to understand, I am saving you now!

Final warning, come back!

Otherwise I would have shot him.”

"Go to hell."

This was Lao Bai’s final answer to Zhou Ke.

Obviously, he believes that one's destiny must be in his own hands. There is nothing wrong with this idea. The only problem is that Walter White's wrist is obviously not firm enough and his methods are not tough enough.

When he climbed to the top of the ditch again, a gunshot rang out from behind, causing Lao Bai to close his eyes and cry out in his heart, "My life is over." But after waiting for a second, no pain came. He opened his eyes in confusion and saw a black, dog-like creature lying on the ground twitching not far ahead.

Half of the ghost thing's head was blown off by the bullet.

But the terrible thing is that more similar ghost things are howling in the wind and sand and rushing towards this place.

Only those dark green eyes could be vaguely seen in the growing sandstorm, while the enchanting purple light above the sandstorm reflected the shadows, making the ghostly figures stretch out and show their fangs and claws like wasteland ghosts.

"Fuck!"

Old Bai, with his hair standing on end, quickly loosened the hook, allowing himself to fall back into the ditch. He turned around and ran back to Zhou Ke like a lame rabbit.

At this moment, Zhou Ke has already started "hunting".

This was the first time he saw "monsters" in the evil land. To be honest, he was a little disappointed. He was looking forward to seeing a dragon flapping its wings and falling in the light of the fetal moon, but he didn't expect it to be just a group of scary-looking wild dogs.

They looked bigger and more ferocious than ordinary wild dogs, and looked like biochemically modified "zombie dogs". However, when they were running in the cold wind and sand, the naked eye could see the black smoke wrapped around them, which was like some kind of "halo" making them difficult to be hit by gunfire.

The wild dogs with built-in long-range dodge were indeed a bit difficult to deal with. Zhou Ke had to fire five shots in charging mode before he killed two of them, which made him frown.

However, this kind of precision is already amazing in Lao Bai's eyes.

He shouted to Zhou Ke as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw:

"Go after the leader! The biggest one among them. Hellhounds live in packs. If the leader dies, the rest will run away."

"You should at least say something useful, or do something useful."

Zhou Ke continued to aim and said coldly.

Lao Bai felt ashamed, but turned around, opened his tattered backpack, and grabbed two smoke bomb-like cans from it. When these wild dogs called "ghost dogs" crossed the ditch under the cover of wind and sand, Lao Bai shouted and threw the two cans out one after the other.

When the thing hit the ground, it exploded with flames all over the ground, like a large firework.

The noise scared the Hellhounds, but they were obviously not afraid of fire. They bypassed the burning flames and continued to rush forward. However, Zhou Ke also understood Lao Bai's intention.

When these monster dogs approached the flames, the damn "dodge smoke" on their bodies would temporarily disappear, revealing their calf-like bodies, making them quite good targets in the light and shadow. So in the Wolverine's semi-automatic mode, the bullets that charged and fired automatically after 0.5 seconds of charging quickly allowed Zhou Ke to kill more than ten dogs.

But the remaining ones broke through the "fire zone" and were approaching where the two were.

Lao Bai was scared to death but he didn't run. He knew very well that turning around and running away when facing the Hellhound would be suicide. No matter how reluctant he was, he could only tremblingly grab a sharp dog-leg knife and prepare for close combat. As a result, the knife in his hand was snatched away by Zhou Ke the next second.

The latter reached out and wiped his face, then grabbed the hunting knife from his waist with his left hand.

As he rushed out, he said to Lao Bai in a muffled voice:
"Keep throwing the fire pots to cover me. I want to try the 'new mode'."

"What?"

Lao Bai was still confused when he saw Zhou Ke rushing out waving two daggers.

With a start, he immediately threw out all the fire-making pots in his bag, creating a large circle of fire around him, clearing away all the smoke from the Hellhound's dodge, and then he grabbed the short-barreled shotgun in his bag and pointed it forward.

Now he just hoped that Zhou Ke could be more powerful and kill the remaining few Nether Dogs, otherwise the two of them would really be dead.

As for Zhou Ke, as soon as he put on the "mask" from Ajie, the feeling was immediately very different. It was completely different from the biochemical warrior skills given to him by the waste Lao Wang. Ajie's mask could really be described as "strong and powerful".

The moment the mask covered his face, a constant stream of anger grew in his heart, making him want to punch this shameless and stupid world to pieces. The most important thing was not just the outburst of emotions, but also the power enhancement and adrenaline burst given by an outstanding biochemical warrior like Ajie, which was visible to the naked eye. Zhou Ke felt like he was blown up like a balloon, and his arms and legs seemed to have endless strength.

The world he saw through the mask seemed to be covered with a layer of blood, and Ajie's broken and chaotic memories flashed through his mind, allowing Zhou Ke to vaguely see a laboratory filled with blood that looked like a massacre hell, and Ajie himself standing among the corpses and broken arms, roaring like a beast.

This scene didn't last long.

By the time Zhou Ke came to his senses, the knife in his hand had already chopped off the claws of the fastest Nether Dog.

At the moment when the latter jumped in pain, his other hand swung out like a crescent-shaped scimitar and cleanly cut off half of the opponent's neck.

Ajie's animal fighting instinct was also filling Zhou Ke's mind, making him unwilling to think about those complicated things anymore. He wanted to make the operating logic of everything in the world simpler.

Eat when you are hungry, sleep when you are tired, and fight when you meet an idiot.

There is no need to give face to anyone, and there is no need to consider any ethics or morals.

Live like a beast, fight like a beast, and die like a beast, but before dying you must also show your fangs and claws, bite the opponent hard, and let blood paint death as your epitaph.

Well, this feeling of returning to nature is really awesome!
Zhou Ke immersed himself in this primitive and pure violence, letting his instincts unleash his power. For a moment, he seemed to have really turned into the violent Ajie, but the bottom line of being a human being was tightly taut, not allowing Zhou Ke to truly cross the bottom line of abandoning his personality.

But this did not stop him from really enjoying this kind of primitive killing, as if he was venting all the resentment accumulated from the bad experiences of the past few days.

So he just kept swinging his knife, slashing, shouting, breaking through, and tearing, until a scream rang in Zhou Ke's ears. His mind, stained with blood, suddenly became clear and he saw Lao Bai's terrified eyes and the dog-leg knife he had chopped towards his head.

Blanch!
The knife has already been chopped down and cannot be retracted. Forget it, I'll dress him in enemy clothes and bury him properly.

"boom"

At the moment when Lao Bai was about to die, a familiar explosion tore through the wind and sand and rushed over, giving Zhou Ke a fright. The beast nature that filled his mind suddenly receded, and he shook his head and took a few steps back. He took another look at the half-broken dog-leg knife in his hand, and the broken blade that was stuck under his feet and was still vibrating at a high speed.

In front of him, Boss Ohm, holding a black straight-blade knife, wrapped his face with a turban like a desert walker, leaving only a pair of sharp eyes exposed.

Behind him, Lao Bai was almost frightened to the point of fainting, and the circle of fire that was still burning in the wind and sand around the three of them was littered with the torn limbs and arms of the Hellhounds.

"Sorry, I got a little carried away just now. That's how we biochemical warriors act. Boss Ohm, once we get carried away, we can't control ourselves. You know that."

Zhou Ke laughed dryly a few times, threw away the broken knife in his hand, took out a rag to wipe the blood off his face, and took off the mask that only he could see and put it in his arms.

This damn thing is really magical.

I was so crazy just now, but as soon as I took it off, my mind became clear and there was no emotion left.

Plug and play, safe and pollution-free, it is a must-have item for home, travel, and silencing people.

"You're not a Bionicle!"

Ohm glanced at Zhou Ke with a subtle look. When Zhou Ke was frantically thinking about how to tell a lie, he found that Ohm had no intention of delving into the matter. Instead, he sheathed his knife, turned around, grabbed the limp Old Bai, and slapped him in the face.

He scolded:

"I know you don't want to die, but do you know what will happen if you escape? If the Tiger Nation can't get enough sacrifices, the biochemical lunatics under Wu Qinhu will definitely come to harass Slag Town. Your life can exchange for the lives of more than 700 people. Do you feel proud?"

"me."

Old White was very afraid of Ohm, but at this point, what was the point in hiding? In the cold sand, among the broken limbs, he screamed with grief and anger:
"So, for your lives, I have to give my life away for nothing? Draw the damn lot! Don't think I don't know that Old Joe has no intention of letting the people in his town go out to die. Those lots have been tampered with!

It's just to let outsiders like me, Ajie and Zhou Ke die for you!

Don't think I don't know that that bastard Old Taf bribed Old Butler Li. He should have been the one to die, but got that useless old Wang who no one cares about instead. Why do you think Old Wang gave himself an injection in Taf's tavern?

Doesn't he know that he will die if he gets the injection? Who do you think gave Lao Wang that needle? Do you really think we are fools? ! "

"This is life!"

Ohm grabbed Lao Bai's neck and scolded:

"You have to accept your fate!"

"I don't recognize it! Whoever wants to recognize it can do so."

Lao Bai cried and wailed, cursing:

"You are noble, you are great, you are a powerful person in the sublimated state, you are not afraid of anything, there are only a handful of people in this evil land who can harm you, Old Joe and others are fawning on you, if I had your ability, I would have rushed into the Tiger Kingdom long ago and killed all those lunatics who take human lives lightly.

That ghost moon has appeared for almost forty years. Do you know how many people have died in the Tiger State’s three-yearly festival? Don’t those people have parents or families?
Do we deserve to die?
Fuck it!

Fuck you all!

"Uncle Ohm, what happened? Did you find them? Why are there so many monsters? Who killed them?"

Just as Lao Bai's screams turned into desperate sobs, Miss Qiao Ya's figure and footsteps were heard from outside the wind and sand. A few seconds later, the merchant lady who was guarded by the gunman ran over with a kerosene lamp, but was shocked by the scene of fighting.

But soon they found Old White lying there crying. One of the guards immediately grabbed his gun and yelled:

"You want to run away, you bastard? Chao, if you run away, the whole town will be finished! I'm going to beat you to death!"

"enough!"

Ohm waved his hand to stop the guards from beating and scolding him.

He glanced at Lao Bai, then at Zhou Ke, and then turned back to the others and said:
"Two vigilant fighters noticed the approach of the Hellhounds, so they set up an ambush and killed the monsters. But you, the town pays you to sleep at this time?
You still have the nerve to shout here?

go with!
Take the skins off, gather the bones and hearts, rest tonight, and set out tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Om walked towards Qiao Ya. The merchant lady wanted to take a look here, but Om grabbed her wrist and forcibly dragged her away.

With Boss Ohm's prestige in the town, naturally no one dared to talk back after he spoke. A group of guards and men went to deal with the monster's body in the cold wind, while Zhou Ke walked to Lao Bai, yawned, stretched out his hand and said:
"Let's go. We've been busy all night. It's time to go back and rest."

"You go ahead, I'll stay here and be quiet."

After venting his anger, Old Bai, who was like a deflated ball, said in a hoarse voice.

Zhou Ke bent down, reached out and wiped the blood off his hands on Lao Bai's clothes. He whispered:
"You're not planning to commit suicide here after venting your anger by scolding Ohm, are you? Where did your courage go? I didn't even dare to scold Ohm, but you, a nasty mouth, expressed my dissatisfaction for me.

You don’t want to die, do you?”

"Ok?"

Lao Bai raised his head and looked at Zhou Ke, who shook his head and said:

"Not now, not here, wait patiently, don't ask too many questions and listen to my instructions, understand?"

"I'm fine, I understand!"

(End of this chapter)