America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

"What do you mean?"

Marcus was trembling with fear after hearing these words.

"Am I going to die too?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no, it depends on whether you can cooperate with me or not."

Another sound of splashing water came from inside the pipe, and it was getting closer and closer.

"Hide behind that concrete pillar."

Chen Ming stared into the darkness, speaking rapidly.

"When they get to the middle of the platform, I'll make a sound to attract their attention, and then I'll ambush them."

Marcus nodded hurriedly, reaching out to pull the "rat" on the ground, but Chen Ming grabbed him.

"No, you have to leave it here."

Chen Ming coldly stared at the deformed child who was still coughing up blood.

"Since we're here to find him, he's the perfect bait."

"Can……"

Marcus tried to speak, but Sophia pulled him behind a concrete pillar.

"Then what are you going to do? There's nowhere to hide here. One shine of a flashlight and you're done for!"

Chen Ming didn't offer any further explanation upon hearing this.

Under the astonished gazes of Marcus and Sofia, he took two steps back, then took a running start, slammed his right foot against the moss-covered wall to propel himself into the air, his figure soaring three meters high like a ghost.

Snapped.

A soft sound.

Chen Ming firmly gripped the rusty beam above his head with his left hand, leaving him suspended in mid-air.

He hung with one arm amidst the tangled web of pipes, his right hand holding a gun hanging naturally, his cold gaze looking down like a giant bat dressed in clothes…

This posture looks even more agile and eerie than that of a "rat".

Marcus's mouth gaped open as he looked at the "rat" curled up on the ground, then at Chen Ming hanging above him with one hand, his mind reeling.

Who exactly is the monster in this sewer?

……

A few minutes later.

"Pat-pat, pat-pat."

Two beams of light pierced the darkness, flickering wildly on the filthy walls.

Immediately afterwards, two tall men wearing long black trench coats walked in one after the other.

Holding the gun with both hands, the flashlight under the barrel quickly scanned the surroundings as he looked around, his movements appearing professional and cautious.

Until the beam of light swept across the center of the platform.

"Found it."

The man in front stopped, his flashlight beam fixed on the "rat" curled up on the ground.

Seeing that their target was on the verge of death and didn't even have the strength to lift his head, the two of them visibly relaxed.

"What a fucking freak..."

The leading man walked onto the platform, kicked the "rat's" huge head with his toe, and looked disgusted.

"Look at those claws... they look like irradiated spiders. If I were this thing's mother, I'd drown him in the toilet with a clothes hanger on the very first day he was born..."

"Freaks are the ones that are valuable."

The man behind him snorted coldly, still warily pointing his gun at the surrounding dark corners.

"Those perverted rich guys love this kind of thing; the more deformed it is, the more excited they get. If this deal goes through, it'll be enough for us to live happily in Tijuana for half a year..."

"But this thing is about to break down."

The leader squatted down, looking at the black blood oozing from the corner of "Rat's" mouth and its legs that were already rotten beyond recognition.

"If we capture him alive, we'll have to stop the bleeding and give him antibiotics..."

"Then don't bother."

The man behind them urged them impatiently.

"Anyway, the boss didn't say it had to be alive, as long as the body is intact. We still need to find that girl from earlier... she's really 'hot,' we need to teach her a lesson."

"really."

The leader nodded, grinning maliciously as he raised his pistol.

"May you be reborn into a better family in your next life, little monster."

"Bang!"

A loud bang suddenly rang out, sounding exactly like a large-caliber pistol firing in the enclosed environment.

Something's up!

The two men reacted extremely quickly. The leader instantly abandoned the execution and turned around sharply, while the other companion also quickly moved closer.

The two stood back to back, forming a standard defensive formation, their flashlight beams sweeping wildly in all directions.

"There, behind the concrete pillar!"

The beam of light is focused instantly.

Marcus peeked out from behind the pillar, holding a rusty iron pipe in his hand—the "gunshot" he had just made was from smashing the concrete wall with that pipe.

"No...don't kill him, he's my friend!"

The boy held the iron pipe with both hands, his whole body trembling.

"Damn it... it was just a little mouse."

After realizing it was just a kid holding scrap metal, the two men visibly relaxed their shoulders.

"Sorry kid, you've come to the wrong place."

However, just as all their attention was drawn to the boy in front of them, and the gun was raised again—

call.

A foul stench descended.

By the time the two realized that a huge dark shadow was obscuring their heads, it was already too late.

Chen Ming released the pipe and landed precisely between the two people who were back to back.

"Good evening, gentlemen. Time for bed."

As he spoke, Chen Ming's large hands gripped the faces of the two men like two iron clamps.

Immediately afterwards, his arm muscles bulged and he slammed them together!

"Thump!"

With a crisp sound, the backs of their heads collided heavily.

The henchman on the left went limp without uttering a sound.

But the leader, a large white man, was incredibly strong. Even after falling, he instinctively raised his pistol and aimed it at Marcus.

"Watch out!!" Sophia screamed from behind the pillar.

Marcus was so frightened that his legs went weak and he couldn't move an inch.

But the instant the trigger was pulled, a pale shadow shot out.

It was a dying "rat".

"Bang!"

Gunfire erupted in the darkness.

"Bang! Bang!"

Almost simultaneously, Chen Ming also fired two shots into the back of the leader's head.

The world is quiet.

"Rat...rat!!"

Marcus scrambled over and scooped up the small, bloodied body.

Blood and foam gushed from the deformed child's mouth. His long, spider-like hand trembled as he raised it, seemingly trying to touch Maku, but it fell limply halfway down.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, it's all my fault..."

The boy cried his heart out, his face covered in snot and tears.

"Damn it..."

Sofia emerged from behind the pillar and looked at the mess on the ground—two corpses, a crying boy, and a dead, deformed child…

She had intended to make a witty remark to ease the tension, but in the end, she could only irritably pull out a cigarette from her bag and light it.

"This is outrageous... I just wanted to have a few cigarettes, how did it turn into a Hollywood B-movie set?"

"I was only planning to sell a few servings of fried rice tonight."

Chen Ming put away his gun and walked to Marcus's side.

He looked down at the "rat's" twisted and ugly face, which appeared remarkably peaceful in death, and couldn't help but feel a little moved.

This "rat" never went to school, didn't understand the law, and couldn't even speak properly... He was regarded as a monster his whole life and could only live like moss in the darkest corner.

Logically, he had the right to hate everyone, but he didn't.

His only act of retaliation against this malicious world was to take a bullet for his friend with his frail body.

"What a messed up world..."

Chen Ming cursed inwardly.

Even though he had hidden himself in the deepest, smelliest, and darkest gutter in the city, the greed outside still did not let this poor man go.

Every corner of hell is hell, without exception.