Marvel's Great Old Ones

Sokoslev kept stroking his beloved Beretta 92fs semi-automatic pistol with his calloused hands.

For a gangster like him who has no tomorrow, this gun is his wife.

This is a modified gun with beautiful and soft arc-shaped laser engraving patterns. The longer gun body gives the bullet a greater initial velocity.

Russian civilians not only have self-developed pistols, but also some Western products, such as Italy's Beretta 92f pistol.

In the past, the M9 pistol in the hands of the US military was derived from the FS model, and there was not much difference in appearance and performance. It fires 9x19mm Parabellum pistol ammunition. The magazine adopts a double-row feeding method and has a capacity of 15 rounds.

Sokoslev's gun, which he called "Bova", had been with him for several years. It was well maintained and all parts were in good condition. It had only been fired less than 300 times and it still had a long life. life.

Because it is difficult to buy such a modified gun with a well-optimized overall device on the market, most of them amplify some of the advantages while also exaggerating the disadvantages.

The little boss responsible for dispatching several of their men has coveted this gun named "Bova" for a long time.

He's thinking shit!

With a few words of contempt for his leader in his heart, he held a gun and skillfully walked around the obstacles on the ground in the dark, and gently opened a wooden door. Behind the door was a corridor.

Because they didn't know the location of the bedrooms in the church's living area, several men searching downstairs had completely dispersed.

Pushing open the door to the indoor corridor, Sokoslev was suddenly delighted and found that there seemed to be a bedroom behind the door.

Behind the door at the end of the corridor is a room of about twenty square meters, with the chandelier on the ceiling still dimly lit.

There is a 2m x 2m large bed on the side of the room by the window. Because it is facing the light shining into the room from the window, it is hard to see clearly. It is not clear whether the bed is empty or not.

In order to prevent the sound of opening and closing from waking up the guy, he first put several layers of paper in the crack of the door before gently closing the door.

The room was quiet, as if the only sound was his breathing.

Is this just an empty room?

When I came here, I heard from the policeman that there was only one black man living with the target in this church, and there might really be some empty bedrooms.

"How? Did you find anything?"

Just when Sokos was about to open the door and leave, the leader's voice suddenly came, as if he was right outside the door. The bedroom door was opened, and a figure bent over and shrank in.

"No, that guy is like a mouse. Who the hell knows where he would hide in so many rooms!"

Sokoslev cursed in a low voice. He suddenly shrank his nose and asked strangely.

"What is the taste?"

As that figure came in, a strange smell suddenly appeared in the bedroom.

He felt something familiar, but he couldn't remember what this strange smell was.

"Taste? No, you feel wrong!" the little boss muttered: "Where is this guy? How can I not find it?"

"No way, the smell is obviously very obvious!" Sokos said hesitantly.

"You are the boss and I am the boss. Of course you listen to me. It's your own fault. How could there be any strange smell here?"

"How are the others doing? Have you found the target? This place is so big. If more than ten of us search separately, we should be able to find the target quickly."

Sokos pulled back the quilt on the bed. There were only two pillows under the quilt. He touched them and found no body temperature or indentation.

This should be an empty room, but the target was not found. He might be upstairs, or there might be some hidden compartment in the church.

"Hey, why do you think the boss suddenly asked us to come here to find someone?" The leader with his hands folded next to the door suddenly asked Sokoslev.

"Don't you know, didn't the boss ask you to lead the team? Didn't the boss tell you when he came?"

He turned around and glanced at his head in a strange way. He always felt that there was an indescribable strange feeling in his body, as if his body was a little uncoordinated.

Originally, when he saw himself, he should have never left his gun, just like the last time in Siberia, when he was about to die, he didn't forget to ask himself for a gun.

Speaking of which, why did he just meet rescue last time? Why didn't he die in Siberia?

"I only knew that I was leading the team and didn't hear much about the situation. Did you hear anything about this matter?"

The figure of the little boss was a bit unclear in the dim light, as if he was hiding behind frosted glass.

"I don't know. It seems that an arms deal with Kingpin was swallowed up. Several people who followed him are dead. They died miserably."

"Then how did the boss find this place?"

Hearing this, Sokoslev became more and more suspicious of the little boss in front of him.

"It seems that a policeman who has been investigating this case was discovered by our people, and he brought us here... No, isn't that policeman in your car?"

Sokoslev was a little confused about what was going on, "Are you kidding? The policeman is in your car, and you still ask me what happened to you today. Why do I feel so weird about you?"

He pointed the gun vaguely at the guy. That guy gave him an extremely conflicting feeling.

Call him unfamiliar, he is his boss; call him familiar, he gives himself a sense of alienation, as if he is a stranger glimpsed in the crowd.

This feeling brought a deep nausea to his nerves, as if he had seen something filthy, like those corpses.

Yes, it was a corpse. Sokoslev finally felt that he had found a suitable word to express the feeling that this familiar stranger brought to him.

The room suddenly became quiet, and both the little boss and Sokoslev became quiet.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

In the suddenly quiet bedroom, he suddenly heard the sound of something dripping on the floor.

Just then, a neon light in the distance flashed through the church window, and the room lit up for a moment.

Sokoslev's pupils suddenly narrowed to a point.

"So, that strange smell is the smell of blood..."

Under the illumination of a fleeting light, the "leader" revealed his true appearance in an instant.

The whole body was covered in blood, and the liquid dripping down was naturally blood. There was no trace of flesh on his face, one eye was missing, and the other eye hung sideways on his face.

Through the eye sockets, one can directly see the pink and gently trembling brain. On his throat, several eyes of different sizes moved uncontrollably.

The stiff suit and twisted, pale bones prevented the figure from collapsing. Starting from the abdomen, most of him had been hollowed out.

Seeing that someone noticed him, the twisted face surrounded by the ribs and skeleton of his abdomen stared directly into Sokoslev's eyes.

A lightning-like shudder rushed straight from his tailbone to Tianling Gai.

He wanted to raise his hand and point his wife "Bova" at the monster whose existence itself was a blasphemy against life, and give it a cordial greeting mixed with gunpowder from modern society.

But his brain seemed to be melting, and all kinds of meaningless and coherent thoughts turned into waves and flooded his mind.

A morbid sense of holiness slowly rose from the bottom of his heart, and he seemed to hear the call of his long-lost mother.

"Mom."

His mother was calling him to go home and baked his favorite matsutake pancakes in a spacious, bright and warm wooden house.

Far, far away, he no longer has to participate in gang fights, his father did not die from drinking too much bad wine, his brother did not rob a drug store with his bare hands, and his mother did not die of stomach cancer from labor and hunger.

Sokoslev's eyes were dripping with blood, his eyes were misty, and he walked towards the monster with his arms wide open.

Mom, I'm back.

The monster's movements were so gentle, like a real mother's, filled with an eerie sense of loving kindness.

It gently hugged its child with its twisted and ferocious arms. And Sokos gradually melted in its embrace and merged into it.

"The last one!"

Until Sokos truly integrated into the body, Li Xiu's voice suddenly came from inside.

The eyes in the throat were like several 360-degree surveillance cameras, slowly rotating to look at the dim environment.

The monster's skin and intestines suddenly began to slowly wriggle, and large bulges glowing blue-gray appeared.

puff!

It was like popping a huge pimple, and streams of black oily substance flowed out from it.

"Ah, I feel good."

As he squirmed, a big Li Xiu appeared in the bedroom.

Sokoslev was the last person to enter the room and be killed, and now only the people outside were left.

"And that little policeman who exposed me..." Li Xiu squinted his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.