American Comics: Starting from the Dimension Demon - Chapter 22
Chapter 22 The attack of Baroque
Chapter 22 The attack of Baroque
When I saw myself wrong, Mocha quickly apologized: “Hold, sorry, I haven’t seen someone there.”
“.”
“Ah didn’t mean me, you said, you are too dark, I haven’t seen you”
Mocha waved his hands, trying to express more accurate.
Luke’s face was even darker.
Say I black?
If you ca n’t speak, let ’s talk less, be careful that I will tell you discrimination!
He originally intended to stop the other party’s questioning, and the appearance and lines were designed in his heart.
As soon as he was about to speak, he was held by the other party. Before he reacted, he spit him first.
It’s abominable. My girlfriend gives me a new shirt!Intersection
Do you help me if you do n’t hold the wall, right?
Snapped.
A furious hand was abandoned on the ground, holding his collar, and pressing on the wall fiercely.
Before the mocha screamed, a photo was taken in front of his eyes.
It was the monster photo of the head of the head.
Mocha was nervous to die, and his eyes fell involuntarily on the photo.
When he saw the content in the photo clearly, he screamed screaming, shook his head again and again, struggling with excitement.
“No, no, I didn’t see it, I really didn’t see it!”
But no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t escape the power of Luke Cage.
“Sure enough. 伱 seems to know what.”
One hand pressed his head and pressed on the wall. Luke finally spit out the lines designed early in the morning. The sound was low and hoarse, as if the monster from the underworld.
“Now, tell me. On the night of two weeks ago, what did you see?”
“I, I don’t know, I didn’t see anything!”
Mocha was frightened, and his trembling lips kept repeating this sentence.
The body was holding a child, and the performance was obviously abnormal.
Luke was knowledgeable, without nonsense, grabbed the other person’s body, and lifted him over.
Staring at Mocha’s eyes, punching out, rubbing his head heavily, smashing on the wall behind him.
Alas!
“Listening to I know that you are scared now, after all, such horrible things happened.
However, blind evasion cannot solve any problems.”
Luke’s speech is very slow, try to let the other party hear each word.
“I heard that you haven’t returned home for two weeks.
Think about your cute wife, and look at your current look, do you think you can escape like this?Intersection”
Language is a weapon. Luke tried to use the other’s wife to pry open his psychological defense.
“No, what do you know?
You don’t understand anything at all!Intersection”
Luke’s language was obviously effective, and Mocha held his hand and tried to get rid of it excitedly.
“That kind of monster is not something we can resist at all!
We are too small “”
Having said that his eyes were hazy, as if he had returned to the night two weeks ago.
on the street.
Car, explosion, flame
Women’s screams, men’s roar, roar of firearms, and death sickle that lights up from time to time in the darkness.
It was not a battle, it was a slaughter, a massacre from the demon to humans!
Mocha stabilized in the corner, staring red eyes, carefully covering his mouth, trembling.
Without this moment, he will admit that human beings are weak.
Even the strong men who had the muscles and the firearm were still unable to face it.
He saw that man, that man shouldn’t be, that monster!
The head was like a cracked orange companion, with a red tentacle, dragging the dead sickle from the inside.
When he reacted again, the ultimate fear and death had eaten the land without hesitation.
“That’s hell, the most deeply inflammation of the nightmare” ”
Mocha didn’t even know how he escaped.
Maybe it’s lucky, maybe the monster does not look at his little life.
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He survived.
Even so, there is no way to forget the nightmare that happened that day!
Instead of sorrow all the way, I tried to paralyze my nerves all the way, and Mocha’s cowardly attempts forgot to the past.
Didn’t he go home?
No, Mocha is still back.
Just didn’t go in, standing in the yard, scaring the window, shrinking his shoulders, like a shocked ostrich, looking at the horrible scene.
“Ah, I saw it, I saw the death of my wife with my own eyes.
How did that monster kill her, and then shifted to her “”
“That scene is so terrible!”
[Emotional value of Luke Cage +343]
Looking at the poor man in front of him, like explaining the aftermath, he said again.
“.”
Without disturbing him, Luke knew how the pressure was in this man’s heart.
Those things, as long as they think about it, make people feel cold and shudder.
At the same time, his head rotated quickly and continued to extract important information from the other party’s words.
The information is intertwined with the intelligence in my mind, and Luke tries to fight out the original appearance!
Soon, he moved and grabbed a certain key point.
“Mocha, do you know who are those black men holding guns?”
Mocha was fried by this sudden question, frowned, and thought for a long time.
Luke waited patiently. Soon, Mocha’s brows stretched, as if he knew what.
“I know, those people are”
“Oh here.” A cold voice came from the top.
Don’t wait for others to respond.
Alas.
A grenade landed on the ground.
Luke Cage’s complexion changed greatly, grabbing the Mocha fiercely, and fluttering forward.
boom!Intersection
The huge explosion sounded the entire alley.
The powerful power bombed Luke Cage on the spot.
Peng!
With Mocha, Luke Cage smashed the wall straight.
The stone crackled down, and the smoke splattered was buried.
This huge impact was a bit tumbling with the internal organs. Luke had no time to look at the injury and eagerly looked down.
“Mocha, you wake up.”
The sternum was already broken, and a steel bars were inserted in his waist.
The forehead continued to rush down the blood, as if returning to the light, and the Mocha vomited a few words intermittently.
“Please. Save me. My wife is. Yes. Ireland.”
he died.
“Mocha.”
Luke was sad inside. The poor man did not die on the night of the night two weeks ago, but died in this alley that was unattended.
Until he died, he was remembering his wife.
[Emotional value of Luke Cage +477]
Snapped.
Fist, there is a fire in my heart.
There is a sorrow that it can be vented on the chest!
“Oh ~ so simple to die?
Sure enough, the grenades are too explosive, and it does not fit my elegance at all ~ ”
The golden hair was tied behind his head, wearing a white mask, and Baroque stood up uncomfortably.
“Forget it, get a job.”
In other words, turn around and leave.
Next second.
Alas-!Intersection
A black shadow rushed out of the stone pile.
(This chapter is finished)