Meiman's eldest son of God

Chapter 212 Carnivorous Monster

The underground kingdom is in an abandoned air raid shelter.This type of air-raid shelter is actually a legacy of the Cold War of the last century. Many unqualified air-raid shelters have been abandoned, but it is too laborious to refill them.

In the end, these air raid shelters were abandoned.Some of them have become part of the underground kingdom.

In the corner, dismembered corpses were ready to be delivered to a trolley.

These things are food for those infected. Want to eat what humans eat?There is a price to pay, and those things may not be as good as the corpses in front of you.

You must know that the energy these corpses can provide far exceeds the chemically synthesized food eaten by ordinary people.

It's ironic, but it's true.

However, in this mixed pile of what could be described as unknown objects, a hand stretched out.This hand kept grabbing the ground, trying to find something to use as a point of force, and then escape from the mixed pile.

Soon he found the butcher responsible for the dismemberment.

The dismembered butchers were already used to this kind of thing. They had never encountered anything before. It was just the last stubborn resistance of a bunch of guys who were soon called food.

But the butcher underestimated the owner of the hands in front of him. When the butcher was about to cut off the hands with his machete, the owner of the hands suddenly used it and dragged the butcher to the ground.

The next step is to drive the head and upper body out of the mixed pile.

The butcher was a little overwhelmed by this sudden tug.

He grabbed it and saw that he was about to chop this guy who wanted to die, but found that his knife had flown to nowhere.

The opponent has no lower body, so he only relies on his hands to grasp his ankles to crawl.

"I'm so hungry! Meat! Fresh meat!" the monster whispered, shouting excitedly when he saw the butcher.

For the first time, the butcher felt fear, the fear that threatened his life. He screamed: "Don't come over!"

But the monster seemed not to hear it and kept squirming its body.

The butcher kicked the monster one after another, but found that there was no way to break free from the monster's shackles.

The furious butcher looked at the hooks not far away. Those hooks that were originally used to hook meat were now useful.

The sharp hook penetrated the monster's shoulder blade, and the butcher pressed the button.The monster was quickly hooked.

When the butcher, who had escaped from death, was about to kill the ugly monster in front of him, the inspector in charge looked at the hooked monster and gave the butcher a hard punch.

Because he found that the person who was hung was also an infected person, but his infection level was very low.

The infected people now represent fighting power in this underground area, and one more infected person means more strength.

As for this kind of butcher who succeeds only in failure?There are as many as you want underneath.

"Meat! Meat!"

The monster kept mumbling.

The person in charge brought a piece of chopped meat to the monster. The monster snatched the meat and ate it quickly.

The monster's body is also gradually being repaired. It won't take long for the monster's body to be repaired.But the prerequisite is that enough food or energy can be provided here.

After learning that there was an infected person who had recovered his abilities, Carle immediately felt like a slaughterhouse.

At this time, the monster was eating the butcher's corpse, and the corpse was almost finished.But even this is not enough for the monster to recover.

Carle smiled excitedly: "Sure enough, God is helping us! With this guy, I can also take down the sewers in Dongcheng District! Hahahaha!"

Facing the maniacal smile of his boss, as the person in charge, he could only smile awkwardly.

But before he could smile half way, the person in charge felt a sharp pain in his chest.When he looked again, he saw that a pair of hands had penetrated his chest.

"Why?" the person in charge asked in confusion.

The owner of the hand is naturally Carle.

"He needs fresh meat, and you are the best choice." Carle said this without any emotion, as if he were a machine.

With the fresh meat appearing, the monster used its newly grown calves to quickly run to Kale's side and continue to finish its meal.

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On the ground at this time, the real storm has just begun.

New York is now like a flammable and explosive oil barrel. Any small spark may detonate the current oil barrel.

Mark wasn't going to be the spark for this, and neither was Tony.The same goes for S.H.I.E.L.D.

But when there is friction, there will be sparks. With the first warning shot, things got out of hand.

At this time, the mayor seemed to be crazy. Many things were extreme, but many things were handled in an orderly manner.

Even if others want to send him to a mental hospital through neurosis, it is impossible.

"Mark, is this the result you want?" Tony looked at the chaotic New York and asked Mark on the phone.

Mark also looked at the chaotic New York and said: "New York now is no longer the New York it was before, and more things will happen in the future. Instead of dragging us back at that time, I would rather clear these worries now."

"Then do you know how many casualties there will be?"

"Casualties? From the beginning to the end, I never fired a shot, and from the beginning to the end, I never instigated them to fight. In the end, it was what they wanted to do. No one forced it, no one ordered it, it was themselves It's your choice. If you choose to die, then even if you die, it will be a well-deserved death." Mark said nonchalantly.

Tony waited for a moment before saying: "You make me feel like a devil walking out of hell."

"I'm not the devil. If I were, New York would be in flames right now. Tony, listen to me, someone must be responsible for this this time. Just like the military, if you do something wrong, you will stand up and get beaten. No one can hide Past." Mark still didn't want Tony to get involved in this incident.

"I...forget it, if you can't hold back in the end, I will take action."

"Thank you."

How could Mark let all this go unchecked?

The fun has just begun.

When the first Molotov cocktail appeared in the New York Police Department, things had already gone bad this time.

The burning flames could not quell the anger of the people, nor could those who died at the diversion points.

Even if someone is proven to be infected, how many people believe it?