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Chapter 59 Hands-on Kill

As Abbott rolled sideways to dodge the bullets that followed, he endured the pain and reached his left hand into his right waist, trying to retrieve the pistol hanging there.

But just then...

An oval-shaped object, resembling an egg, seemed to have predicted where little Abbott would land.

After rolling around on the ground a few times in perfect time, it landed precisely next to little Abbott and was then pinned down by the rolling little Abbott.

???

Little Abbott felt something poke his stomach and didn't have time to react.

A blinding flash of light rose up beneath him.

boom!

With a deafening roar, Little Abbott's body was torn to pieces amidst the towering flames, and most of his body was blasted into bloody foam that sprayed out.

A layer of dark red blood plasma was painted onto the walls on both sides of the alley.

At the alley entrance, a somewhat disheveled Winnie looked at little Abbott, who had been blown to pieces by a grenade, and swallowed hard. Then, with a look of lingering fear, he asked Erin beside him, "Damn it, how did you get such a dangerous thing on you?"

If Erin hadn't pulled him back in time, he would have been splattered with blood and gore when the grenade exploded.

The thought of that scene makes Winnie feel nauseous.

However, while he felt disgusted, he was also shocked by the explosive power of the grenade in Erin's hand.

That unassuming grenade, which looked no bigger than an egg, was actually several times more powerful than the standard grenades used in their police station.

As far as he knew, Erin was just a high school student; how could he possibly have such a dangerous thing in his possession?

Hearing this, Erin shrugged: "Osborn Corporation's latest experimental grenade is still in the testing phase. As a shareholder of Osborn Corporation, it's not strange that I carry some prototypes to test the data!"

Upon hearing this, Winnie glanced at Erin with some surprise, then turned his head away.

Considering that Erin's reminder had saved his life, Winnie had only intended to remind Erin of this matter and had no intention of pursuing the matter further.

But isn't Erin just an ordinary orphan? When did he become a shareholder of the Osborn Group?

Let's find an opportunity to talk to George about it.

After a moment's thought, I put that idea aside for the time being.

Winnie, suppressing his nausea, stepped on the sticky, bloody bits of flesh on the ground, walked up to little Abbott's still relatively intact head, and kicked his head.

"You bastard..."

If Erin hadn't rushed out of the cold storage and happened to look up and see this bastard, then pulled me here to ambush him, he probably would have really gotten away this time.

Once he gets away, it won't be so easy for them to find him again.

If he really gets away, wouldn't the innocent corpses in the cold storage, the girl who was captured and locked in the cage, and the revenge for Helen's family go unpunished?

correct.

If this guy suddenly appeared here, then the explosion at Abbott Refrigeration Company just now must be related to him.

Just as Winnie was making these connections, to his astonishment, the head he had kicked a few times suddenly coughed.

"Cough cough...cough...No, damn it, I'm not reconciled!"

After coughing a few times, little Abbott's bloodied head rolled a few times on the ground before suddenly opening his eyes. He stared at Winnie with incredibly venomous eyes and screamed maniacally, "It's all your fault, you damned bastard! Die together..."

With a final roar, the blood-red spider pattern on Little Abbott's head began to flash at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When Abbott, now only a head, spoke, Winnie sensed something was wrong. His legs, which had just started to move, suddenly stopped under the crimson light.

Just as the blood-red spider pattern on little Abbott's head shone brighter and brighter, causing little Abbott's bloody head to swell up.

A silvery-white thread, like a slender silver needle, pierced directly into little Abbott's head.

next second.

An incredibly intense resentment, vaguely forming the shape of a young girl, erupted instantly from the silver thread. Like a raging tsunami, the resentment instantly engulfed the blood-red spider pattern, then continuously eroded and impacted it.

At this moment, even the sinister spider pattern seemed unable to stop the torrent of resentment and malice; it was forcibly corroded and worn away.

After losing the protection of the blood-red spider pattern.

Little Abbott's slightly swollen head rapidly shrank to a visible degree.

Less than three seconds.

The bloody head, flesh and bone, turned into ashes, completely devoured by the venomous threads of resentment.

After devouring Little Abbott's head, Erin felt an extreme pleasure emanating from the venomous threads of affection.

It seemed as if it was thanking Erin for giving it the opportunity to kill the unfaithful man.

Immediately afterwards, the seemingly longer strands of resentment softened quickly, shrinking into soft coils that wrapped around Erin's fingers again.

Having witnessed firsthand the terrifying power unleashed by the Vengeful Love Threads, Erin subconsciously softened the touch he used when handling them.

He didn't want to experience firsthand the power of the venomous love affair.

After Erin withdrew his venomous emotions, Winnie, who had been bewildered by the light of the blood-red spider pattern, gradually recovered from his dazed state.

"What happened? What...what just happened to me?"

After a few seconds of confusion, Winnie instantly recalled the strange head of little Abbott from earlier.

"not good."

Instinctively, Winnie took a step forward and ran quickly out of the alley. He then saw Erin looking at him with a strange, ambiguous smile. Immediately, he sensed that something was wrong.

When he turned his head and looked again at the blood-red alley.

Where are those talking heads that emit an eerie glow now, lying on the ground in the alley?

? ? ? ? ?

"Huh? Where did that guy's head go?"

After murmuring something involuntarily, Winnie immediately turned to look at Erin beside him.

Seeing this, Erin chuckled and said, "That head just uttered a harsh threat, then suddenly turned into a puddle of ashes in a flash of red light. Look, that puddle of ashes is still there!"

As he spoke, Erin pointed to the obvious pile of ashes in the alley.

(End of this chapter)