Chapter 337 The way to cook aliens

Author: Youjiu L

Chapter 337 The way to cook aliens

Jock Wayne is a rich second generation, and a super rich second generation.

While other peers are still fighting for a college offer or a chance to try out for a team, he already has a net worth of hundreds of millions.

But he didn't feel satisfied because this was what he deserved.

Jock never expected to come to the human world, because the blood inherited from his parents only brought him pain.

Physical deformations, mental hallucinations, mysterious calls, changeable personality, and out-of-control bloodline have kept him tortured since he was a child.

Although old Wayne tried his best to use science and alchemy to allow Jock to live safely to the age of twenty, his bloodline still irreversibly crossed the taboo line.

Ironically, when Jock accepted the complete loss of control of his bloodline, his pain disappeared.

When the physical and mental mutations brought Jock nothing but pleasure, he also completed his rebirth, degenerated from a human into a monster, and from Jock into a clown.

The clown has also lost interest in human entertainment. Now it only wants to kill people and scream in the middle of the night.

The clown folded his malformed wings and squatted on the rooftop of the tenement apartment, searching for prey with his dark yellow eyes.

Although it has lost its humanity, it has not lost its wisdom.

There are too many surveillance systems in wealthy areas, and lives there are more valuable.

The new immigrants in the slums are the most suitable targets. The noise they can make during life is so small that no one will notice it after death.

For example, the two girls passing by the apartment now.

With curly black hair, dark skin, plump breasts and buttocks, you can tell he is Hispanic at first glance.

Judging from their cheap but slightly conservative clothes, they should not be prostitutes who came here smuggled in, but innocent girls with dreams of becoming actors or going to college.

The corners of the clown's scaly mouth pulled into a mocking smile.

It’s the 21st century, and there are still people who believe in the American Dream.

In three months to six months, these two girls will not even be able to pay the rent for a low-cost apartment, and then they will embark on the same path as their predecessors.

In the end, he died of an overdose of drugs, or was shot by a ticket holder who was unwilling to pay the ticket price.

Fortunately, they met a kind-hearted person like him.

The kind-hearted clown did not allow innocence to be tarnished, so he decided to send them to heaven in advance.

The clown spread his flesh wings and climbed down the outer wall of the apartment gently.

When the two girls reached the door of the apartment, it moved.

The black image fell like a ghost and rolled towards the two pure lambs.

They couldn't even scream for help, so they were knocked unconscious due to the heavy blow to the back of the head.

The clown's claws flicked towards the backs of the girls' heads. It controlled the force very well and would never injure them.

The night is still long, it should be enjoyed slowly.

When the black claws fell, the touch was not as soft as before, but unusually hard.

The clown's golden eyes, which were wide open due to excitement, suddenly shrank, and the strong wind appeared out of thin air and was about to take it flying high into the sky.

But as soon as its fleshy wings flapped, it was firmly grasped by a hand.

The makeup on my hands fell off due to exertion, revealing the fair skin underneath.

Then, the clown was thrown out of the range of the Wind King's Eyes.

Before it could get up, a size 48 Star Steel (a symbol for ceramic steel and plastic steel composite materials) tactical boots stepped on its spine, making it unable to move.

The heavy footsteps slowly approached and did not stop until they reached the clown.

It struggled to raise its head, and a giant was looking down at it, his eyes full of contempt and hatred.

Jock did not become like this just now. Before his bloodline was completely out of control, he had already enjoyed the blood and screams of many innocent people.

In other words, it was his indulgence of his own nature that led to his complete depravity.

Transforming from man to beast, such a filthy thing is more blasphemous than a pure alien.

Therefore, Lu Mingfei changed his mind.

He originally wanted to simply chop off the clown's head, but now he felt that this was not thorough enough.

The most blasphemous existence often requires the highest temperature cooking.

"Do you want to use Junyan?"

Chu Zihang saw Lu Mingfei's thoughts.

He shook his head. Junyan's temperature was enough, but it could only explode and not be released slowly, so it would die too quickly.

It would be nice if there was a promethium flamethrower. Lu Mingfei felt a little regretful.

The wrath of gods that can burn demons to death or burn away spores always makes the imperial soldiers feel more at ease.

Go back to the equipment department and ask if there are any similar weapons. When the time comes, let Yuan Jingme carry it on her back, just in time to increase his attack strength.

"Xihe, check the nearest gas station."

Zhantuan Intelligence quickly displayed the location of the gas station on the mobile phone.

"Just wait for me for a while."

Lu Mingfei turned around and left, and returned after a while with two large barrels of gasoline.

"There is still one less container."

he mused.

"I'll go find him, Mr. Captain."

A girl disguised as a Hispanic woman volunteered herself.

"Um."

Yuan Zhennu took the order. He had also watched some American TV series and had some understanding of the ecology of homeless people in the United States.

Sure enough, he walked down the street and saw a few homeless people living around a big iron bucket to keep warm.

"Good evening, gentlemen, can you sell me this barrel?"

Yuan Jingnu asked politely.

"Miss, I advise you not to cause trouble for yourself."

A homeless man who looked older stopped the others and said angrily to her.

"Is this enough?"

Yuan Jingnu took out three Franklin cards.

The green dollar bills exuded an especially attractive luster under the firelight.

"Miss, I've already warned you. Keep the money and I can let you go."

The middle-aged homeless man sighed and took out a knife from his pocket.

"Gentlemen, I suggest that we resolve this matter peacefully."

Yuan Zhi's girlfriend said kindly.

"This is Miss America."

The middle-aged homeless man shook his head and said.

Yuan Zhennu smiled slightly and pressed the wall next to her.

Five clear holes appeared on the graffiti, leaving only Fa.

"Okay, Miss Kung Fu, this bucket is yours."

The middle-aged homeless man said wisely, and then took the others a few steps back.

"Thank you, gentlemen, and have a pleasant evening."

Yuan Zhennu easily picked up the oil drum, turned and left.

On the way out, I rolled the dollars into strips and stuffed them into the holes in the wall.

"Master, do you think this is appropriate?"

Back at the apartment, Yuan Jingnu asked in an inviting manner.

"Well, very good."

Lu Mingfei praised him and then started to work.

He first tore off the clown's fleshy wings, then bent all its limbs behind its back, rolled it into a ball and stuffed it into the bucket.

The clown's constant curses and threats were regarded as barking dogs with broken spines.

Two large barrels of gasoline were poured into the barrels, and then they were instantly ignited by a spark.

The oil Lu Mingfei bought was of good quality. When it burned, there was no black smoke at all, and only pure bright yellow flames shot up into the sky.

An hour later, he lifted the twisted and red oil drum and poured the dregs inside into the sewer.
Chapter completed!