A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 261 Elbow Technique Returns
"what----!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the streets of Tribeca.

As expected of a basketball player, his voice was louder than those who were on the verge of death, practically soaring into the sky.

"Alex, keep your voice down, keep your voice down!"

"Shut up, you idiot!"

The young black man, with a tourniquet on his shoulder and his arm severed at the elbow, was covered in sweat.

"go!"

Ignoring his wounds and having the white male bodyguard give him a haphazard bandage, the young black man tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of wine before giving the order.

"Alex, give me some leaves."

The oblivious, chubby older brother, Tony, handed over the 'miracle drug'.
"roll!"

The young black man, his eyes red with rage, cursed and continued running, staggering as he went.

He worked his way up from the slums, never touching gangs or drugs, and finally managed to earn a place for himself through his talent. How could he be willing to die here?

"I should have bought a helicopter."

Surrounded by bodyguards, Alexander gritted his teeth and struggled to maintain his balance as he fled for his life.

Having suddenly lost an arm, running must be very difficult.

Even so, when everyone finally reached a hospital to rest, Tony, who had fallen behind, was carried in by his bodyguards, panting and groaning.

"Hey buddy, why didn't you feed the zombies?"

Seeing his older brother, Alexander, whose arm wound had been bandaged, was furious.

"Alex, I'm your brother!"

"It's my cousin!"

Alexander rolled his eyes as he glanced at his other aunts and their families, who were all similarly 'barrel-shaped' and greasy-looking.

"Mike, have you gotten in touch with our friends on Capitol Hill?"

Unlike ordinary celebrities in the arts and sports, Alexander has a clear plan for his future.

After becoming famous, he only owned houses and avoided all other things like airplanes, yachts, and gambling. He invested all his money in Capitol Hill and made connections with powerful people. Although he was taken advantage of a few times, he still managed to build up some connections.

"I'm sorry, Congressman Michel has already done his best in his campaign."

"But the most crucial thing now is to contain the spread of the virus, which will probably take... well, two hours, before we can find a plane to pick us up."

"Damn it! That guy took so much of our money—"

Upon hearing this, the obese Tony flew into a rage.

However, his rage didn't last more than a few seconds.
Snapped,

He raised his hand and slapped his cousin on the shoulder, the fat under his clothes rippling in circles.

"It's my money!"

Alexander, his eyes red, spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Also, Michelle is my good friend!"

"Yes, yes, Alexander."

Seeing that his younger brother was angry, Tony, whose mind was full of fat, quickly shut up.

His life—no, his entire family's comfortable life—all came from his sharp-minded and exceptionally skilled younger brother.

"Please convey my thanks to Congressman Michel, and then—"

"Hold on here for two hours!"

Despite losing an arm, the young Black man remained calm and composed.

If it weren't for the cold sweat covering his forehead, it would seem as if he were still sitting in the starting lineup, ready to go on the field and win the game.

"Yes!"

"You lot, come with me."

Seeing the boss's attitude, the other employees and bodyguards felt reassured and began to prepare to use the hospital as a base of operations while awaiting rescue.

They all depended on Alexander for their livelihood. Without their boss paying their wages, how would they survive?
The option of abandoning the boss and running away was never available in the first place, and:

Instead of running around,

It's better to wait for helicopter rescue.

"You all need to leave. Let me have some peace and quiet."

With a wave of his hand, the young black man Alexander indicated that he needed to rest.

"Mike, you stay outside the door."

After some arrangements,
He doesn't seem like an impulsive and easily angered Black man at all.

However, once the door closed...
The young man's dark face fell.

"Damn it, why me? Why am I so unlucky?!"

He put in so much effort to get out of the slum!

However, however, my career had only just begun when I encountered this unfortunate supernatural disaster. Moreover:

"Even without a supernatural disaster, my career would have been over by now, wouldn't it?"

The young, helpless Black man got up and went to the inner room alone.

This is a VIP ward.

That's not the point. The point is that there are medical gas pipelines inside.

Alexander, who used to work in a hospital, knew how to sabotage the pipes and the consequences: the oxygen concentration would rise abnormally and explode upon contact with a spark.

"Come on, let's negotiate!"

The young black man ripped off his coat, pulled out a lighter, and looked at his severed right arm.

"I don't care if you have any thoughts or not, I'm giving you a chance now!"

It's also about giving yourself a chance.

"Stop eroding my body. Whatever you want, I'll find a way to get it for you: even if it's a human."

He was willing to risk everything to survive: how could someone who came from the slums be a law-abiding citizen?

Yes,

Although the arm was severed immediately.

However, the virus still spread through the blood and began to erode his arm: the strange wriggling under the bandages of the severed arm was evidence of this.

"Damn it, I order you to stop!!"

With his finger on the lighter, a single press would unleash an explosion and flames that would be enough to utterly destroy him.

But is it possible to negotiate with the virus?
Obviously unrealistic.
"Fine, fine, you win, damn fate."

Then leave yourself some dignity.

With a sigh, the young Black man prepared to press the lighter.

Yes,

Someone who is observing this experiment,
They noticed this promising young talent.

Then I'll give you a chance.

I am destiny!
"Ok?"

Old Hei, who was about to self-destruct, suddenly froze.

He looked at his right arm, where wriggling black tentacles pierced the bandages and began to form his forearm and fingers as they danced, eventually covering his skin.

Although it looks thin and bony, like someone with polio, it is indeed an arm, and it obeys his commands.

At the same time, a wave of thought traveled along his shoulders and neck to his mind.

饿.
"what?"

"Ha ha,"

"Hahaha!!"

After a few seconds of stunned silence,
Alexander, covering his face and laughing wildly, was filled with immense joy.

Even when I used the money Tony made from selling leaves to bribe scouts to play basketball and pass the preliminary rounds, I never felt this ecstatic.

It's unbelievable, it really is—

Do not,
Now is not the time to laugh.

"Are you hungry?"

Looking at the tentacles on his right arm, the young black man muttered to himself.

I'll go find you some food, as long as it doesn't harm his body and can be used by him!
"Alex?"

Slumped onto a hospital bench,

Tony, who had taken up the entire bench by himself, looked up. "What's this?"

"I'll walk around,"

He patted the other man on the shoulder, a strange light flickering in the young Alexander's eyes.

"After this, you'd better get down to 200 pounds, or I won't let you off the hook."

"what?!"

You might as well kill me—

Amid Tony's wailing, Alexander, wearing a large coat, arrived at the back door of the hospital.

"boss?"

"It's dangerous outside."

"Get out of the way, that's an order."

At the young black man's words, the bodyguards instinctively made way.

"Stand here and no one is allowed to come near except me."

After giving his firm instructions, the young Black man opened the door.

He walked alone into the chaotic city.

"Boss, are you infected?"

"Yeah, I guess they don't want to drag us down with them."

"The boss is a truly great person, it's such a shame."

After closing the door, the bodyguards sighed with emotion; they were already very lucky to have found a reliable and generous employer.

In their view, the boss decided to leave alone after discovering that even a severed arm could not prevent the infection.

This is easy to understand, as the current 'zombie' virus is transmitted through blood.

And their young boss

An arm was severed in a bloody and gruesome environment.

It's perfectly normal for the virus to be lurking in the body, which is why he needed to rest alone and no one stopped him.

Everyone else had considered the possibility that the boss might change.

It's just that I couldn't say it before.

right now,

All we need to do is hold on until the rescue helicopter arrives.

The bodyguards were half right.

Their boss, young NBA star Alexander, did indeed contract the zombie virus.

However, the mistake was that, in a split second, the virus did not continue to erode his body, but instead formed a symbiotic relationship.

Bang!
In the alley not far away,
Young Alexander kicked a zombie to the ground;
As long as you're not afraid of infection, normal humans can defeat 'zombies': after all, the lowest level of zombies are just ordinary people.

Besides, Alexander is a star player who pushes his limits with excessive physical activity.

Their physical fitness is naturally top-notch.

"Eat,"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the tip of his thin right hand, and several tentacles slowly extended out and pierced into the body of the 'zombie'.

As the tentacles continuously expand and contract, the opponent's vital energy is absorbed.

And this arm gradually returned to 'normal'.

"call,"

The zombie was 'eaten'.
The persistent hunger finally subsided a little.

"Very good, very good."

As long as there is 'communication' and 'needs', anything is negotiable.

"That's it, I'll provide you with food, and you—"

Fight for me.

This mutually beneficial arrangement is far more advantageous than dealing with mindless zombies.

Glug glug

Several mouths full of sharp teeth split open on his right arm.
That seems to be the way to answer.

"So."

His gaze fell on the zombies wandering the streets, and the young black man Alexander's eyes burned with desire.

"I'll call you 'Little Elbow' then."

"Little Elbow, let's go!"

Talking to himself, Old Black, flexing his right arm, charged toward the mindless zombies.

He swung his elbow across the opponent, and the ordinary zombie's head exploded instantly.

Like a watermelon,
"man!"

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Da da da da,

The sound of helicopter rotors grew louder as they approached.
"coming!"

"A helicopter, hahaha!"

"They said two hours, and they meant two hours. They're really punctual!"

Two hours later, on the hospital rooftop, a group of people who had been eagerly waiting revealed their excitement at surviving the ordeal.

"Tony, come quick!"

Someone turned around and waved to the man who had filled the entrance to the rooftop.

"No, I'll wait for Alex!"

The obese Tony stubbornly shook his head.
"I won't leave unless Ali comes!"

“Tony,”

An obese Black woman sighed.

"You should know that Alex is not coming back."

She was Tony's mother and Alexander's aunt: she not only raised her own children but also took care of her brother's children.

Her man ran away as usual, and her brother, as usual, died in a gang fight.

There are many reasons why Lao Hei doesn't have a father.

"You may leave,"

Leaning against the doorway, he kept turning his head to look down at the stairs;
The obese man, hoping for his younger brother's arrival, spoke with a hoarse voice.

“Alex is my brother, and I’m here with him.”

The implication is that he doesn't want to live anymore.

"you--"

boom! !

Just as the group was in a dilemma, a ball of fire suddenly burst out of the sky not far away.

? !
"what happened?"

"The helicopter has been attacked."

"We're doomed! We're doomed! How are we going to get out of here without a helicopter?"

The most despairing thing is not the lack of hope, but the despair that follows the appearance of hope: even the professional bodyguards were all pale-faced.

Two hours had been wasted, and the city had long since become a zombie paradise, with 'mutants' and even more powerful 'hunters' among the high-level beings present.

For example, the helicopter that came to rescue them:
It was smashed by a huge, fleshy tentacle that burst out of the ground and grabbed the car.

"Simple,"

Just then, a figure nimbly flipped onto the rooftop.

"Follow me and fight your way out."

"Alex?!"

Dragging along hundreds of pounds of fat, Tony charged forward with a thunderous roar.

"I knew you'd be alright!"

In their excitement, they didn't even notice their younger brother's 'normal' right arm.

(End of this chapter)