Taoist priest goes to America

Chapter 103 The skeleton is too eerie.

Meanwhile, a few hundred meters away from the abandoned factory, the black-haired corpse Chigurh was crossing the abandoned open space of Brooklyn's old industrial district at an astonishing speed, its paws leaving a shallow crater in the hard soil with each stomp.

Qiguer leaped into the air, the moonlit factory buildings, scrap metal piles, and weed-covered open spaces rushing past beneath its feet.

Ang Lee separated one eye to connect with its field of vision, keeping the image stable even during high-speed motion.

Just as Chigurh leaped up from the open ground once more, his body flying through the air, gunshots shattered the tranquility of the night.

The sound of bullets leaving the barrel was mixed with a wet, sticky sound. Dozens of bullets came from the front, their trajectories dense, clearly premeditated, and fired precisely when Qiguer was in mid-air, with nowhere to gain leverage to change direction.

Chigur's body was hit by a hail of bullets in mid-air, the bullets making a series of thuds as they struck him.

Its entire body was covered in black, hard fur, as hard as steel. Bullets were crushed and deformed upon impact with the fur, and none of them could actually penetrate its body.

But the kinetic energy carried by the bullet forced it down from mid-air. Like an intercepted missile, it deviated from its original trajectory, spinning as it crashed into a clearing overgrown with weeds, exploding into a large clump of dirt and grass clippings, leaving a large crater in the ground.

The soil and grass clippings were shaken up and down, rustling against the black fur on its back.

The plane was shot down and crashed.

As Chigur recovered from the impact and was about to stand up again, the bullets embedded in its black fur began to mutate.

The copper bullet split open and transformed into tiny, deformed worms with bodies made of twisted pink fleshy fibers. The copper head had no eyes, only a ring of serrated, sharp teeth.

The serrated edges were spinning at high speed, drilling holes in the tough black fur of the Qiguer like miniature electric drills, producing a tooth-grinding grinding sound.

Some of them had already burrowed through the fur and were pushing their heads into the skin.

Li An observed the situation with his separated left eye and directed Qiguer to react. The black corpse hairs were no longer passively standing up, but twisted like living things, and every hair began to strangle under Li An's command.

The worm was entangled by hair, which tightened and tightened. The drill-like rotating serrations were stopped by the constricting force of the hair, and then the entire worm was twisted and burst. Pink flesh was squeezed out from the holes in the hair and flowed down the black hair.

Qigur stood up straight from the pit, his feet landing firmly on the flat ground beside it. Worm remains and pink flesh dripped from his black, lichen-like body, staining the withered grass beneath his feet. The whole scene was eerie under the moonlight.

A black Chevrolet slowly emerged from the darkness, its body covered with a thin layer of flesh and blood that stretched from the hood to the roof, contracting and expanding as if breathing in the moonlight.

The car door opened, and a young man in a dark trench coat stepped out. He looked to be in his early twenties, his white hair reflecting a cold silver light in the moonlight, the strands of which were blown up and down by the night wind.

His features were extremely refined, with high brow bones, a straight nose, red lips and white teeth, which together made him a handsome face.

But his gaze ruined everything. His eyes were full of amusement and mockery, his lips were twisted, and he wore an undisguised arrogance, as if everything in the world was just a toy to amuse him.

He held an automatic rifle in his right hand. The gun was covered with the same flesh and blood tissue as the one in his car. The barrel and magazine were wrapped in pink fleshy membranes, half-melted into his hand. The gun throbbed with his pulse.

He held up the gun barrel and slowly walked towards Qiguer.

Fujiwara no Sakuin, that's his name.

He wasn't supposed to bother with that good-for-nothing Ise Kibo tonight, but the organization's leader, the man he called "Mom," insisted that he come and see where that guy had run off to.

He couldn't disobey his mother's orders, so he had to secretly follow Ise Kibo on a trip.

He stopped about ten meters away from Qiguer, tilted his head, and his white hair slid down his forehead, obscuring one eye.

The exposed eyes sized up the black-haired zombie in front of them, and the playful expression on their faces was now tinged with a hint of unexpected pleasure.

"I didn't expect to get this unexpected bonus. You came straight at me, you didn't have to be so obvious about your ill intentions." Before he could finish speaking, the skin on his back and shoulder blades split open, revealing a dark red muscle layer underneath. The muscle fibers twisted and rolled like tentacles, pulling out two submachine guns hidden inside his body.

Two submachine guns emerged simultaneously from its back, their barrels tightly wrapped in flesh and blood. The trigger was pulled, and two straight tongues of fire shot from the muzzle, raining down bullets upon Fujiwara Sakuin.

Gunshots rang out in the empty, abandoned ground, the flash illuminating the surroundings: withered grass, mud, and the unchanging, playful smile on Fujiwara Saku's face.

After a burst of gunfire, the shooting stopped. The open ground was filled with the smell of gunpowder and gunpowder, and the empty shell casings of Chigur were scattered all over the ground, emitting thick smoke.

As the smoke cleared, Fujiwara Sakuya's original spot was no longer visible; in its place stood a massive, semi-circular shield.

The flesh shield grew from the black Chevrolet. The flesh covering the car body rapidly expanded and grew on its surface the moment Fujiwara Saku was attacked. Using the car body's metal frame, it erected a semi-circular wall of flesh in just a few seconds, completely blocking him from behind.

The surface of the flesh wall was covered with thick blood vessels and dark red muscles. The bullets were embedded in the flesh wall, and the flesh around the bullets was slowly writhing, expelling the bullets one by one, which fell to the ground with a clatter.

At this moment, a rectangular outline appeared on the smooth surface of the semi-circular flesh shield, like a door. Then the "door" was pushed open, and Fujiwara Sakuin stepped out from inside the flesh door and looked at Qiguer again.

There was a hint of impatience in his smile.

"Oh, you don't you know that interrupting someone is very impolite?"

His left arm rose, and the sleeve of his trench coat suddenly ripped apart from his shoulder. As the fabric fluttered, a huge arm, a mixture of flesh and machinery, burst out of his body.

The arm was attached to his shoulder, its skeleton made of dark alloy, with thick hydraulic pistons replacing tendons and bearings replacing joints. Each of its five mechanical fingers was as thick as an adult's thigh, making it completely unrecognizable as human.

These mechanical structures are covered by a thick layer of flesh and blood tissue, with thick blood vessels densely covering the alloy skeleton, and scarlet muscle fibers tightly wrapped around every part.

The giant hand stretched out with incredible speed, its five fingers spread wide, and grabbed Qigur's body from a distance of nearly ten meters, then tightened sharply.

The immense force gripped Qigur's entire corpse in its palm; the combined power of its five mechanical fingers was enough to crush a small car into a disc.

The hard, barbed black hair on Chigur's body rubbed violently against the alloy skeleton of his mechanical fingers, sparks flying out from between his fingers.

Qiguer was gripped so tightly he couldn't move. The bones in his chest creaked under the immense force, and the submachine guns protruding from his back were deformed, their barrels pressed into a flat disc, tightly pressed against his body.

Through Chigur's vision, Li An saw the giant hand. Its unwavering grabbing speed, its unimaginable arm span, and its palm size reminded Li An of his time at Dongda University: "This unwavering grabbing and giant hand, isn't it just a skeleton dog?"

This is the underworld!

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