late at night

Lawrence was sitting behind the counter, as usual, the high wooden chair, which was several years old, creaking as he adjusted his position from time to time.

The man in overalls put a few copper pennies on the cabinet. He has been coming to this shop a lot recently, not because the food here is delicious, but just want to eat a hot meal after work.

It's just that today's store manager looks a little strange. In the past, he always had to tell every customer about his incompetent son, saying that although he gambled money, he had a good character, and he didn't do anything bad. I want to find out who has a girl of the right age, and I always want to find a wife for my son to start a family and start a family.

Tonight, I saw him staring blankly at the door of the restaurant, and all the guests were greeted by his wife.

"Store manager, checkout... Store manager?"

"Ah...sorry, I've been thinking about something, so I can't react, you know, I'm 67 years old...3p, just in time to pay."

Lawrence turned around and hurriedly glanced at the food scraps on the table next to him. The store manager who had been here for more than ten years knew at a glance what the dish was.

"It's rare to see you like this. Did something happen recently? You won't have the same insomnia as me, will you?"

The worker raised his finger and pointed to his dark circles, and took a bamboo stick from the side of the counter.

"It's true...but it's nothing, it's just a little thing, don't worry about it... You've been insomnia lately?"

Lawrence had a shilling between his fingers, and his eyes kept turning to the door when he spoke. He thought about how to end this topic as soon as possible, so that the guest he had waited all night could come to the door.

"Yeah, I've been having weird dreams lately at night, and it's getting more and more outrageous... Forget it, there's nothing to say, those dreams are really disgusting."

"I think it may be due to the nervousness caused by being too tired from work. Remember to soak your feet after you go back. Maybe it will be better. For example, I am going to close the door and go home to soak my feet and rest."

Lawrence mentioned politely, hoping that the guest in front of him could leave as soon as possible.

"Foot soaking? That's a good suggestion, I'll try it, bye."

The guest may have heard what Lawrence meant, or simply wanted to go home early, waved his hand and walked towards the door.

He met a man who was very tightly wrapped and wore a black bowler hat.

"Ouch~ It's disgusting."

Ye Feng brought the smell of the man's body to the tip of the guest's nose, almost causing him to vomit the food he just ate.

"Boss, you have the best meal, packaged in 7 servings, all must be made fresh, but faster."

The man did not sit in the restaurant, but sat directly beside the door, placing a bulging satchel on the table, half of his body still facing the door, as if ready to leave at any time.

"Okay, wait a minute, Sarah, the 7 best set menus in the store are still the same old customer, so bring a peanut."

Lawrence turned around and informed his wife in the kitchen from the small window on the wall behind the counter. The voice was higher than usual. Someone at the stairs on the second floor heard his words and got up and walked into the next room.

"Sir, you have been taking care of our business recently, here are the peanuts for you, and a free drink."

Lawrence held a rag in his hand and went up to wipe the table first. The man cautiously took the satchel that was on the table in his arms, and waited for Lawrence to turn around and bring a glass of wine and a plate of peanuts before he relaxed. When he got down, he put the satchel back on the table.

"Prepare the food as soon as possible...Is there a grilled steak? It's fine if it's cold, give me one."

Grabbing and stuffing peanuts into their mouths, in order to ensure privacy, they only eat one meal a day, and now is undoubtedly the most hungry time.

There is also this plate of peanuts, sprinkled with salt, which is delicious, but the more I eat, the more thirsty I get. I drank a mouthful of wine, and my empty stomach was stimulated by alcohol, which made me feel more hungry.

"Yes, I'll come to you right away."

The store manager brought out a plate of sliced ​​beef and a small plate of sauce soon after, the man couldn't bear it any longer, he didn't need a knife and fork, he grabbed the meat with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

Lawrence sat back behind the counter, someone passed by him, a gold pound landed on his counter, spun around, and hurriedly reached out to pick it up.

The man who was gulping down the beef immediately noticed several people walking towards him, looked up, lowered his head, and chewed the beef as if nothing had happened.

The next second, the hand holding the beef suddenly grabbed the plate and threw it at the few people walking towards him, then grabbed the satchel and rushed out.

Whether it was dishes or beef, they all hovered in the air.

"The wine is poisonous, there is no antidote, and within an hour, you will die!"

This sentence appeared directly in the man's mind. He didn't believe it at first, but after running a few steps outside, the pain in his heart made him fall to his knees.

Roaring and rolling around on the ground a few times, he looked back at the few people who were already standing behind him, and silently followed them back to the restaurant.

**

Half an hour later, somewhere in the sewers, a man was walking along the corridor with two large lunch boxes in his hands, a headband with a small searchlight on his head, and all kinds of dirt floating around him. Weird water flow.

He was used to the rats and reptiles walking under his feet and the stench in the air.

After turning around a few corners, we finally reached our destination.

In the dim yellow light released by two kerosene lamps placed on the ground, some people are leaning on a seat cushion and reading magazines by the light, some people are holding a pile of jewelry in front of them, staring at them in a daze, and some people are in a daze. Facing somewhere in the sewer, he lowered his head and did not look at him.

The rest of the people gathered together and played poker, occasionally making noises mixed with sneer and annoyance.

"time to eat."

He said weakly, he really wasn't in the mood to say a few more words to these people now.

They weren't friends, at best a bunch of outlaws who got together for money.

The aroma of the food attracted everyone's attention, and it didn't take long for the two big bags of food boxes to be snatched up. Needless to say, these people's eating habits were naturally scattered. Splashed food dregs scattered everywhere. The filthy sewer creatures attracted by the aroma waited.

When they leave, they will come up and have a full meal immediately.

"We have already killed one, there are still three, and there is still a week left, two days to kill one, the time is just right, when the final payment is received, I will go to another county to be a rural capitalist, and enjoy a lifetime of comfort, tsk tsk tsk. ...a life in a dream."

He was holding jewelry before, but now a man with a greasy chicken leg in his hand rambles about their action plan. Twisted shapeless shadow.

There was also a satchel on his side, but it was not wrapped like the man carrying the lunch box, but was opened casually, and there were a few vaguely visible flesh-colored tentacles rolling under the leather flap of the satchel.

"Don't let your guard down just because you are about to succeed. Now is the time to pay attention... Have your guns changed recently?"

The one who is talking now is the only cultural person among their gang of robbers. He is also planning some things on weekdays, but this does not mean that he is a character who does not participate in combat like a staff officer in the army. In fact, the person he killed is in This team is in the top three.

His satchel was placed between his crossed legs, very secure.

But the man who delivered the meal saw the dense bloodshot in his left eye, and even in the light, it still showed a dull red.

He had seen the color under that tower stacked with human heads.

"The gun? It's still the same, disgusting, but I can't use it... Fuck, I'm going to throw this gun away as soon as this is over."

"Count me in."

"Me too......"

The people who spoke were playing cards before, they joined the bandit team late, and they came for the reward.

Of course, who isn't?

"Grow?"

The man who had been looking at somewhere in the sewer before spoke, his voice sounded like Ye Xiao's hoarse cry.

It was a word that sounded incomprehensible, but no one asked at random.

Because he is the one with the most lives in the entire robber team, they all think that this guy is not for money at all, but purely for the fun of killing people to join their gang.

"Yes, I feel the gun seems to be alive, I think...it may be an extraordinary magical weapon."

He still thought that it was just a specially processed firearm with a strange appearance.

"yes......"

The man stopped talking, and the man who delivered the meal noticed that his satchel had somehow disappeared.

After a full meal, about 10 minutes passed.

pat~pat~

There were dense footsteps in the corridor in the dark, the robbers stood up to be alert, and someone's eyes fell on the man who delivered the meal, which he also noticed.

Walking at the front are two people wearing silver-gray mechanical masks, one tall and the other short, the tall one is a man, his hands are in the pockets of his coat, his eyes are a touch of scarlet, the short one looks like a girl, imposing It is not weak at all, holding a long sword in his hand, and there are faint energy fluctuations that make them uncomfortable.

Behind these two people, there is a whole team of apostles!

"You traitor!"

The people present were all guys who had crawled out of the dead. Naturally, their minds were not stupid. The first thing they thought was that the man who delivered the meal betrayed them.

You must know that they have been hiding here for so long without incident, relying on the uncertainty of moving to the next location every once in a while, if it is not for someone to inform, they will never be discovered.

"I can't help it. They gave me poison. If I don't say it, they want me to die. You should all understand that living is the most important thing, isn't it?"

The man who delivered the meal has never been with these people, so that when these people come, they can immediately join the ranks of the apostles.

"You are arrested, give up your resistance, and you will get a fair sentence!"

Captain Luther, as the only person in this team who is qualified to represent the sect of craftsmanship and blacksmithing, stood up and said.

"It's up to you...my body!"

Someone wanted to go back, reach for the satchel beside him, just opened his mouth, only to find that his body was slumped completely out of his control.

"Unnecessarily struggling, your food is mixed with special medicines that can temporarily paralyze an adult's body with only a small dose... Don't you understand? Start when you eat these foods. , the outcome is already determined, we waited so long nearby, just to wait for the full effect of the drug to take effect."

When he said this, Captain Luther subconsciously glanced at the man standing in front of him who still didn't say a word. Now this situation is almost all planned by him.

As long as the robber came to the store, he first sent peanuts and wine in the name of gifts. The wine was mixed with poison, and the stack of peanuts was something that accelerated his thirst. It was sprinkled with twice as much salt and pepper as usual. He was wary of not drinking, and he would definitely want to drink water, and the kettle in the restaurant had also been filled with "materials".

The same is true for those foods, these people are used to a meal at night, and their extreme hunger does not allow them to take the time to check the safety of the food.

Donald wasn't afraid to fight, but that didn't mean he liked the sewage splashing around in the sewers.

They have an undercover card in their hands, and things that can be solved in the simplest way naturally don't need to waste their energy.

There is no need for any kind of mercy to these robbers who have committed serious crimes!

"Arrest them all!"

Luther waved his hand, and the apostles behind him immediately stepped forward. Among these people were the female knight commander Jacqueline.

"Finally caught you bastards!"

Clenching her fist, Jacqueline has already sentenced everyone here to death in her heart.

Donald's eyes have been lingering on these people, and his spiritual power has already covered them. He is looking for his ring.

found it!

Looking up and turning to the right, Donald saw a man with his head lowered and let the apostle lift it off the ground.

No... Mental swings are not right!

"Hey! Watch out for the brown-haired man, he's not poisoned!"

Donald noticed the strange moment and opened his mouth to remind the men who were close to the target.

The apostle, who was still holding an arm in his hand, lowered his head and looked blankly at the muzzle that suddenly appeared in front of him. When he came over just now, he had already checked that the man had no weapons on his body!

boom!

The gunshots sounded~lightnovelpub.net~ The apostle's head was shot before he could react. The corpse fell to his knees, and the gushing blood soaked half of the body of the man next to him.

"Guns are monsters..."

Jacqueline repeated what the priest had told herself on the train, her eyes fixed on the gun that grew from flesh and blood and the monstrous arm that was completely twisted and inhuman.

"It turns out that you have succeeded. In the end, you are the one who killed the most people... Hey, let's join forces and kill everyone here!"

The cultured robber glanced at the "companion" lying on the ground and the traitor in front, his arms also being driven.

While speaking, he lifted his foot and kicked the satchel in front of him. Immediately, a number of tentacles got in directly from his trouser legs, and behind him was dragging a firearm whose surface was completely wrapped in flesh and blood. It was no longer a cold weapon. But a monster-like existence with life!

Is the gun turned into a monster?

Or did the monster devour the gun?