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Chapter 597 Horrific Massacre
Johnny is an ordinary worker in Chicago with a girlfriend. One day, he took his girlfriend, Eno, to a restaurant and ordered a medium-rare steak, while Eno, as usual, ordered a medium-well steak.

"Spider-Man seems to be proving to everyone that he is a fashion icon, and he has changed into a new costume to show how artistically tasteful he seems to be."

While cutting his steak, Johnny glanced at Jonah Jameson on the TV. The old man was sneering at Spider-Man's new suit: "Look at this clown-like color scheme, red and blue. Who does he think he is, Superman? If he were Superman, he should be able to fly and dive into the ground, not swing on a web like a clown all day long!"

"I don't understand why people in Chicago have to watch news about New York, when what happens there has nothing to do with us, and we don't have any superheroes here."

Ino asked, puzzled, while Johnny, while carefully chewing the beef with his fork, answered the question: "I don't know, maybe it's because we don't have any superheroes here. To be honest, I think Chicago really needs these superheroes in tight suits, or even a few mutants."

While people often say New York is hell on earth, teeming with superheroes and supervillains, and having survived two alien invasions, Johnny finds it far more comfortable than Chicago. For one thing, you can't expect Chicago's police to handle its gangs and thugs, not to mention its outrageous crime rate.

Hell's Kitchen in New York is like an English gentleman compared to the gangs in Chicago.

Johnny chewed on his steak and suddenly found it to be very chewy. He chewed it a few more times, unsure, before swallowing it with satisfaction. Tomorrow was the weekend, and they didn't have to go to work, so Johnny looked at his girlfriend with great anticipation.

"Want to come to my place tonight?"

So they played a game that night.

When Ino woke up in Johnny's bed late at night, she found Johnny wasn't in the room. She looked around and heard some noises. At first, she thought Johnny had gone to the bathroom and didn't pay much attention. But after hearing some strange noises, she got up out of curiosity and went outside.

He listened more closely; he could hear Johnny making some noises. He was indeed in the bathroom. Curious, Ino walked towards the bathroom and tentatively asked, "Johnny? Are you alright?"

"I'm okay... ugh..."

Johnny was kneeling by the toilet vomiting for some reason. Ino wanted to see what was happening, but was surprised to find that what Johnny vomited was not normal vomit at all, but a scarlet thing with black marks on it. The thing was crawling on Johnny and covering him.

Ino screamed in fright, slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it, then quickly took two steps back into the room, grabbed her phone, and dialed 911: "Hello? 911? My boyfriend threw up a monster!"

"Please calm down, ma'am. This is 9/11, not the Avengers. Are you sure your boyfriend is vomiting up some kind of monster?"

Enoch heard other strange noises and looked outside in alarm. She saw a large mass of red, viscous substance spreading out from under the bathroom door. Startled, she quickly closed and locked the bedroom door. Then she took Johnny's treasured pump-action shotgun from his closet and hurriedly began loading it.

Hearing the sound of a bullet being chambered, the 911 responder immediately asked, "Are you loading a gun, ma'am?"

"That thing squeezed out from under the door!"

“Okay, ma’am, please calm down. Please tell us your current location. We will send officers to investigate immediately…” 911 and Ino were both silent for a moment because they heard a dull thud. Then 911 tentatively asked, “Hello? Ma’am? What was that sound?”

"I don't know? I don't know. I don't know!"

Enoch raised her shotgun and aimed it at the door. She felt like she was going crazy. She quickly gave Johnny's address and then nervously watched the door. With one sharp sound after another, she knew that something was hacking at the door. The sound grew louder and more terrifying, and the door was breaking down little by little, with a gap being cut into it.

A twisted, scarlet face squeezed through the opening, looked at Ino, and opened its mouth, its jaw split in two.

"Here's Johnny!"

With a scream from Ino, the monster's face was blasted directly by a shotgun, and then the face began to slowly regenerate and reform. Ino screamed as she fired shot after shot.

They emptied the magazine of all the shotgun shells and blasted the monster's head to pieces.

Still shaken, Ino brushed her hair aside, realizing it was all over. She recognized Johnny lying there motionless.

Several tens of minutes later, the Chicago police arrived at the scene. The young policeman couldn't help but vomit, while the older policeman looked at the headless corpse. To be honest, if it weren't for the sticky red substance all over the thing, he would have really thought that the girl had a mental breakdown.

"Headquarters, this is number 546. That girl has already dealt with her boyfriend. He really is a monster, and a very ugly one at that. What should we do? Who should we contact? Should we stay put and wait? Understood."

Then, the veteran officer looked at Ino: "So, you just had dinner, played a game of video games, and he turned out like this? I'm sorry, young lady, I know you're not feeling well... Are you alright?"

Seeing Ino covering her mouth and looking nauseous, the veteran officer immediately asked her what was wrong. Ino then vomited in front of him, but the vomit didn't leave her body; it was a strange, red, viscous substance. The veteran officer immediately realized what was happening, drew his pistol, shouted "Christ above!", and fired.

About half an hour later, the Airbus team that had rushed over arrived. Ward kept staring at the three headless corpses on the ground: two policemen and one man.

Coulson walked over, and Agent Ward prompted, "We're in big trouble, sir."

“If there wasn’t trouble, we wouldn’t have been called here, Ward.”

　This story teaches us to eat food fully cooked.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)