Dark Savages Come To the United States Chapter 658

"Okay, what are you going to do?"

It's not surprising that the **** movement is still the same trembling look.

If someone only needs such a short time to overcome their psychological shadow, then such a person will not be shrouded in shadow from the beginning.

The little mouse in the vest moved its little paws, although it was clearly a domesticated pet.

If someone could keep mice as pets.

Mice and chipmunks are not the same thing.

"You mean over there?"

Bloody Movement glanced in the direction the little mouse was pointing.

There seems to be a passage there, but it looks like you can only crawl through.

Well, that's a tunnel, or the ultrsmall kind.

If the **** movement is a little bigger, it can be stuck in it.

But fortunately, this "tunnel" is enough to stop the huge demon.

"I owe you my life."

Bloody Movement said helplessly, but fortunately his trembling no longer seriously affects the action.

Since Sweet Dream Prison became a temporary lair for demons, the place has lost its regular lighting circuit.

Now only the emergency lights are flickering on and off, and obviously it won't last long.

It's been a long time since this place became what it is now, and it's good luck that the emergency lights can still emit light.

After passing through that long and narrow tunnel, the **** movement finally saw a little light.

Although this is not necessarily a good thing, and the place really feels a bit desolate.

It doesn't look like a super prison that was once full of criminals, it looks like a large warehouse that is empty.

If it weren't for the entire row of regular cells, this place really has nothing to do with the prison.

"What's over there?"

The **** movement was still trembling, but still able to communicate.

Although he has the ability to easily kill these little mice, he does not dare to do it...

This fear of mice has long since penetrated deep into his heart.

"Squeak~"

The little mouse was a little anxious at this time, and directly stretched out his paws and grabbed the **** sports clothes.

It looked like it was going to lead the way.

This looks a bit like Jerry, and I don't know if this mouse can play swords, dance and engage in scientific research...

"Okay, don't touch me now, I'll pass!"

The **** movement became more tense.

All the way to the current position, he has already understood the strength of the demon here.

Weak, such as the Fallen Demon, he can still deal with it.

But if there's a big guy, that's terrible.

It's probably best to keep quiet when you're alone, so you might not be able to pass the message on to your teammates.

But it will not attract the attention of the enemy.

The **** movement crawls forward cautiously, until it reaches the door of a collapsed cell.

Just walking here, you can smell the strong smell of blood. If it weren't for the unique stench of demons in the **** smell here, the **** movement would have turned around and ran away.

"Squeak!"

The little mouse shouted loudly, and it could be seen that he was in a hurry.

"You mean your important things are buried here? Or is there a person here?"

Bloody Sports said so, but his hands had already begun to carry those gravel little by little.

"Fuck!"

In the quiet flickering environment, a fierce shout came out...

The sound was almost the same as Wayne's battle cry.

He wasn't injured, just found a rat sheet under the stone he just picked up...

A **** mouse pressed by a stone, this is indeed a mouse slice...

Just like when he was walking under a tall building when he was a child, a mouse fell from the sky and fell in front of him.

Then a motorcycle left the same traces after it flew by directly...①

The mouse is not strong, but as his psychological shadow is still indelible...

Especially the emptiness after the black eyeballs lost their brilliance, which made the **** movement feel as if it had seen itself...

"Squeak!"

The little mouse in the vest yelled loudly, although even if he tried his best to shout, it wouldn't be much.

He was very uneasy, and it seemed that something was coming.

"I know, I will speed up!"

Bloody Movement originally planned to throw the stone with rat chips on its hand farther away, but it carefully put it aside.

Then speed up the planing and move the stone.

His movements are not slow. If he moved bricks on the construction site, he could earn seven or eight hundred yuan a day.

This efficiency is not something that ordinary people can achieve. Thanks to his father's cruel training since he was a child, he has the physical fitness of the limit of human beings.

"Lacanixu~"

When this voice sounded, the **** movement could already hear the footsteps of those fallen demons.

Even the stench made him feel a little sick.

"Squeak!"

a scream!

The little mouse in the vest's eyes widened, posing an attacking stance.

"Hey, little guy, you better stay away a little bit!

It's a pity that I can't help you dig up these stones until I get rid of those demons.

fuck! "

Another foul language...

Bloody Sports saw that the little mouse in the vest expanded in size in an instant, and stopped when it was about to break through the vest!

Then the mouse hair on the back became like the thorns of a porcupine, and it flew out after a tremor!

Wirehaired mouse...

Monsters can be seen everywhere in Sanctuary.

Saying these guys are demons is a bit of a demeanor.

But these mice are not serious mice.

Too bad Luke didn't tell the Bloodsport about the Wirehaired Rat stuff...

It's not Luke's fault, these little things are about to become an endangered species after the real sanctuary where the Demon King of Hell came to...

The demons don't admit that these little guys are one of them, and these things can't get close to Nephalem...

The reality is always so cruel, and the animals affected by the power of the burning **** are not comfortable living one by one.

Just like the Demon Cow clan.

"Okay, I'll speed up."

Bloodsport didn't see what happened to the Fallen being shot by the spikes.

Just the speed at which the spikes flew out allowed him to estimate the lethality of this shot.

Definitely no worse than the bullet fired from the weapon in his hand!

Bloodsport weapons have very small bullet calibers when there is no body module.

But it was enough to kill the fallen demons, and the spikes fired by this rat in the vest were bigger than the caliber of his bullets!

"Fuck, why is there such a thing!"

Bloodsport's mouth grumbled as he put the new rat piece aside.

When he removed most of the stones, he saw a scene that was enough to make normal people fear mice!

Beneath the stone is a massive pile of **** mice!

But at the bottom there is a small gap!

He seemed to realize something!

And at this time, those fallen demons finally approached the scene!

This is a group of mature fallen demons, and there are wizards among them.

The ability to revive one's own race is very difficult, but this race still does not have a high upper limit.

Those wizards are so conspicuous that they can easily be killed with a single click.

It's a pity that the little mouse in the vest didn't seem to notice this feature, and the constant firing of spikes has made the frontmost fallen demons look like hedgehogs.

But the sorcerer still walked unharmed at the end.

"Okay, little mouse.

If you keep firing spikes, you're going to be bald.

I've moved the stone, what you want to do is up to you. "

Bloody Sports took a deep breath and calmed himself down, then raised his hand directly.

With the gun that looked like a can opener, he aimed at the fallen wizard in the distance.

Human wisdom gave birth to civilization and created various tools.

This is what human beings are truly proud of!

This total wisdom is the reason why human beings stand on the top of this planet!

The Fallen Demons can only be said to be cunning. They have never experienced a more complicated struggle without the use of force, and even hiding is a bit funny!

"Bang~"

The gunshot rang, and the Fallen Demon Wizard fell to the ground first!

Those hordes of fallen demons lost their backbone in an instant and began to flee!

And the Fallen Demon who was walking at the front fell to the end when he fled, and the "loads" on his body caused him to fall directly to the ground.

The spiked side was still facing down, and now he couldn't stand up again.

"Squeak~"

"Um~ Sebastian~ what's wrong with me?"

A sleepy voice sounded from the pile of rat slices, and it sounded like he didn't wake up at all.

Sebastian, seems to be the name of the rat in the vest.

"Hmm~ I remembered. It seems that there were several earthquakes before?

I called these little friends to protect me?

It looks like the earthquake has passed? "

There was finally a sense of sobriety in that lazy and sleepy female voice, which might be a good thing.

"Okay, mate. I'm the Bloodsport, and I'm here to deal with demons.

Girl, what's your name? "

Bloody Sports watched a figure crawling out from under the pile of mice, and the girl's face was not at all bad.

Although there are many mice, these mice lost their lives for her.

This is not something to be happy about for her.

"Looks like it's time for a nickname? Well, I'm the Ratcatcher."

"The Ratcatcher? I remember him as a man and old?"

Bloody Movement said something unexpected.

"That's my father, and since you know him, then I'm the second generation of the Ratcatcher."

The young girl said this, as if her eyes were still sleepy.

But she seemed to have light in her eyes.

If mice have goals, why can't we? These are the words left to her by the second-generation Ratcatcher's father.

This is probably one of her life tenets.

"Okay, second generation.

But I don't recall any earth-shattering vicious cases in what your father did.

So why are you in the Dream Prison? "

Bloody Movement asked.

The Ratcatcher father and daughter are also very talented.

The father is a poisonous dog... but fortunately he did not pass this vice to his daughter.

Also didn't exchange the daughter for those junk purchase funds.

So it's not a hopeless scum.

Even if the father doesn't look at his own vices, that guy is quite responsible.

At least a good father.

The ability to drive mice gives them the ability to survive.

For example, helping others drive away mice is actually quite lucrative.

This is the origin of the name Ratcatcher.

It's a pity that there are always people who use malice to speculate on others.

After the Ratcatchers became famous for their abilities, those who needed to drive away the rats always assumed that the rats were brought by the Ratcatchers.

So I want to solve these "blackmails" once and for all.

It's a shame the dirty capitalist **** misunderstood all this, but the rat catcher also became a criminal.

It's unfair anyway...

Until the Ratcatcher himself lost his life because of that vice, and the girl lost the only one who could protect her.

Then he was sent to the Dream Prison by Amanda Waller...

After giving up her conscience, that **** has done nothing that a human can do.

Innocent Ratcatcher II has gained a new home and doesn't need the mice to keep her warm.

And don't let the mice help her collect food.

Maybe this is still a good thing?

Anyway, the second generation of Ratcatchers was not abused, except that a bomb was placed in his brain...

"Huh? I picked up a watch from a little mouse's hand?

Then I plan to exchange money.

Then got caught and they said I was stealing. "

The second generation of Ratcatcher said without caring at all.

Obviously she was falsely accused and wronged, but she didn't care at all.

Life in the Dream Prison is much better than wandering the streets.

"Amanda Waller?"

The **** movement instantly thought of that bitch...

This method is exactly the same as the method used to force him to serve.

"Well, Amanda arranged for me to live.

It is said that as long as I can help when I need it, my sentence can be reduced by ten years. "

The second agent of the Ratcatcher said of course.

There was no gratitude or resentment in the words, as if it had nothing to do with her.

"What did you steal and need to be locked up for more than ten years?"

The Blood Movement spoke with anger.

"I didn't steal it, I picked it up!"

The second generation of Ratcatcher was still a little excited when he said this.

Clearly she knew she was wronged and was angry about it.

"Well, it's a watch."

"What kind of watch can get you in the Dream Prison?"

"A watch to watch TV."

Bloody Sports feels like this conversation is a bit familiar~www.mtlnovel.com~ I know that a mobile phone can do all this, but I don't have a mobile phone, and naturally I don't have a calling card.

That watch can watch TV~"

The second Ratcatcher said in a regretful tone.

She wanted to watch TV when she was growing up, but she could only go through the window of a street store...

"Amanda Waller is not human! Her heart and skin are definitely the same color!"

The **** movement speaks from the heart.

Then he felt his communication headset ring.

He forgot that he had monitoring equipment on his body, and there was a bomb in his head...

Fortunately, Amanda Waller will not detonate a bomb just because others scolded her. In Amanda Waller's eyes, the task is the first...

Chapter end