"Oh? Is this your prey you've hunted? Are we going to eat this today?" Two minutes later, Aiwa walked in and asked with a smile at Jack. Jack was squatting on the ground, checking the "human head horse" that had been slid on the ground and struggling to the ground, and had been cut into a "horse stick".

"Don't, this thing will kill people if you eat it." Jack turned his head and said with a smile: "I don't know what the communicator Pierce said, but I think there must be no metal on the horse."

Then he pointed to the ribs of the horse, where there was a round metal object.

"It's about the same." Aiwa put away his smile, nodded, and continued to ask, "Did you see the residents?"

"No," Jack stood up, "these hotels are locked, and only the other two iron doors are open, but I haven't entered yet."

"Then look for it separately. If you don't find anyone, you will gather here in half an hour. I'll go there." Aiwa said and pointed to the small door next to the ice machine on the east side.

"Be careful." Jack nodded, turned around and walked into another door.

Looking at Jack's back, Aiwa suddenly smiled, took out the M93R and fired three shots in a row.

——Of course, the goal is to fall on the ground.

...

Jack didn't care about the gunshots behind him, because he saw a "new breed" when he passed through the iron gate: a lion dog size with a big mouth that was completely disproportionate to the head, and his huge canine teeth had already stretched out of his cracked lips... Rabbit?

Jack still didn't pull out his gun this time. It was not to show off his handsomeness, nor to be a prisoner alive. Instead, the movements of these "cleaved lip rabbits" are too agile. Even though the NMC I saw at the Acopolis Building last time still paused between jumps, they were using everything around to play "airman". In addition, their relatively small figures, firing a gun is just a waste of bullets.

Seeing that Jack seemed to have given up his resistance, the cautious "cleaved lip rabbit" began to attack. After a more bold cracked lip rabbit jumped between the walls a few times, he suddenly stepped on the trash can and shot Jack in electric light. In the flight, it opened its bloody mouth. After this disproportionate mouth was completely opened, it could even wrap a person's head directly in!

"Bang!"

Of course, Jack could not sit and wait for death. This brave rabbit was whipped back faster by his whip. Whip? That's right, Jack's index and middle fingers have now become a whip that is more than two meters long, with many sharp-toothed mouths on it. Only half of the unlucky rabbit fell to the ground, and the other half had been "eated" by the whip.

The undeveloped brain of the cleft-lipped rabbit is completely incomprehensible. NMC-like them are naturally smarter than ordinary rabbits, but their experience only tells them to be careful of holding preys that make loud noises in their hands, as for preys that suddenly grow "tails" on their hands...

The survival instinct of rabbits makes them run away as soon as there is a turmoil, but they no longer have this instinct, only the brutals of predators. If they can’t figure it out, they don’t think about it. They don’t care about the death of the vanguard. Compared with human-headed horses, they are weak, and of course they will sacrifice when preying, otherwise they will not create this predation method that confuses prey with speed and quantity, so...

"Baobabababababa..."

The cracked lip rabbit is completely destroyed...

Seeing that there was no more cracked lip rabbit, Jack took out a bottle of nutrient solution and started drinking it. There was no way. Although there were G cells, he had to abide by the law of conservation of energy. The things that proliferated could not be made out of nothing. He threw the empty bottle into the trash can, but did not take back the "whip", but went directly into the toilet next to him because he heard the sound of a woman retching inside.

"Miss, are you okay?" Jack asked softly. This is a woman in her twenties, wearing a white half-sleeved shirt and jeans, probably a tourist from outside. She is now lying on the sink on the sink, looking very painful. There is some yellow liquid in the sink in front of her, very much like the one left behind after the death of NMC.

"Save...Save..." The woman stretched out her hand to Jack and begged in pain, but the other hand left on the sink seemed unable to support her body, causing her to fall on the floor unsteadily, but the pain of the fall could be ignored for her. She felt that she was about to die, and she knew for no reason.

"...I'm sorry." Jack sighed. During this period, Jack has been assimilating Aiwa's cells. Since he can have a long-term contact for openness, the fusion speed and quality are perfect. After understanding this period, Jack certainly knows what the so-called NMC is, and he knows that this woman who is almost completely dominated by mitochondria is no longer saved.

In fact, it is not right to say that there is no help. Jack can replace the whole body of this woman with G cells, and G cells with Aiwa's mitochondria. It can be said that it is a natural enemy of this NMC mitochondria, but if he does this, Aiwa will definitely doubt him, so for his own safety, he can only stand by and watch.

"puff--"

However, he can still do this to relieve the pain of this woman.

(Although I know that some readers will get angry because of this sentence, this is the case.)

After leaving the toilet, Jack did not collect the body of the woman—not that he didn't want it, but that he couldn't, and the erosion was about to reach the last step, which made the woman have become an NMC conceptually, so after her death, she could only become a pool of yellow tissue fluid. Jack came to the second floor of the hotel again, and after destroying several cleft-lipped rabbits, he got nothing because he had no keys, but when he was about to go downstairs, he met Aiwa.

"What are you getting?" Jack asked.

"I met an old cowboy. I heard that most of the people here have left, but he seemed to have something to drive away. He said he would talk about it in detail after he came back." Aiwa replied, "Where are you?"

"A lot of monsters and... a person who can't be saved." Jack replied.

"...Is that?" Aiwa whispered.

However, the two were not troubled by this emotion - one was seen a lot, the other didn't care at all - and used the key given by the old cowboy to enter the second floor Room No. 2. As a small hotel in the desert, the conditions here are quite reasonable, but there is only a double bed and other simple furniture, and a shower bathroom that can provide 24-hour hot water.

Since there is a bed in the bathroom, what will the two of them do next? Well, although due to instinct, the two are now boyfriend and girlfriend, but they have become much more "communicated", so the "desire" for such things is not so strong, so Aiwa goes to take a shower first, while Jack stands on the balcony to observe the town.

The town naturally has its own special features when it can become a resting point in the desert. Needless to say, having water that is indispensable in the desert is the most important thing. However, in this era, it is not enough to just dig a well, so a tall water tower is built next to the hotel.

‘Yeah? What is that?’

Jack, who was observing, suddenly found a figure on the water tower. He adjusted the focal length of his eyes. He finally saw clearly that it was a man wearing a green top and a gun holster under his armpit. The man was looking down with anxiety. He looked down with his eyes. It turned out that several human-headed horses surrounded the protective net under the water tower, but they could not get close to the water tower because of the high voltage electricity on the Internet. A man-faced horse could not live on the ground and digging a pit and was trying to pass under the barbed wire.

Jack smiled, remembered this paragraph, and said to Aiwa indoors: "Aiwa, is it okay? I have work to do."

The sound of running water in the room immediately disappeared, and soon Aiwa ran out wrapped in a bath towel. Jack pointed in the direction of the water tower and pointed at the bottom. Aiwa immediately understood what was going on.

"I'll go, you cover me." Jack said. Aiwa also understood that his current state was not suitable for fierce battles. He nodded, went back to the room and picked up his gun. Jack jumped and jumped directly from the balcony on the second floor.

“Woo…”

A group of people were depressed by the high-voltage power grid. When they saw a living person suddenly falling from the sky - or a prey suddenly falling, they were all very excited, but because of their location, only one was in the same straight line with Jack.

"Dadada..."

Jack fired, but he did not stop, but was able to charge at the head horse while firing, because he saw the switch controlling the power grid when he was above, and he could get there as long as he rushed through a corner. Running and shooting was no pressure for him. The strong arm strength ensured the stability of the gun, and a string of bullets flew over the head of the head horse.

However, although the string of bullets hit the target, the head horse did not even shake. Its skull is its weapon, the hardest part of its body. Otherwise, how could it hit the enemy with its head without horns? After the bullet, the head horse, who had already started charging, thought to himself: "Okay, it might be a little more trouble if you dodge backwards. It's so narrow here, I see where you can hide!"

Thinking of this, the speed of the human head was faster. He seemed to have heard the crisp sound of shattering from the sternum of the prey when his head hit the prey's chest, the prey's screams of despair before his death, the blood spurted out from the prey's mouth like raindrops, or the delicious meat after that...

"?"

The Rentou Horse suddenly felt something was wrong. Its speed was very fast, and its prey was still hedging it. Why did you think about it for so long and still have no feelings? This is not a volleyball game! The Rentou Horse looked up at her head in a daze, and suddenly felt a pain behind her back. Its back was not like the top of her head, which was the fragile position second only to her abdomen!

The severe pain took away the blood, and the blood took away life, and the loss of life made its four hooves soft and fell to the ground. The human-headed horse couldn't figure out how it was gone, and it didn't know where the bullets came from, but it knew that it was going to die...

(I don't know if you guys know about him...)
Chapter completed!