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Chapter 330 - 330 199 As long as you can reach that place (4000)_2

Chapter 330: 199 As long as you can reach that place (4000)_2 Chapter 330: 199 As long as you can reach that place (4000)_2 Bang Bang Bang…

Bullets swept past one by one.

It seemed that at least most of them hit the shadowy figure.

Then came the clink-clank sound of bullets hitting the ground.

Splat, the human in the hands of the dark figure was casually thrown to the ground.

Then, it walked step by step towards here. In no time, it appeared under the scope of the yellow streetlight’s halo.

Strands of black veins, like little snakes, crawled all over its body, with at least three fifths of its body completely engulfed.

Add on Li Wei’s expanded musculature, he has unconsciously reached a height of two meters, and even more imposing.

At first glance, it seemed like a half-black, half-white muscle-bound dwarf, its pitch-black pupils devoid of any expression and that expanded black muscles gave a feeble feeling of standing in front of a giant ship.

“You…you…you stay away!”

Both policemen gasped, trembling as they back away. Meanwhile, they trembled as they reloaded their guns.

However, Li Wei didn’t immediately kill them.

He simply watched in place, seemingly exhibiting some humanistic fluctuation. Until one of the policemen raised his gun again.

With a crack.

Li Wei instantly teleported in front of the police officer, grabbed the arm and twisted lightly, turning it into a bloody twisted doughnut.

White tendons and red muscular fibres broke off inch by inch, along with thumbnail-sized broken bones that shot out rapidly.

Li Wei watched the police officer’s painfully contorted face, as if examining this extreme emotion.

Crack crack crack…

After a series of sounds like beans being fried, all the limbs of the two policemen are broken. As for Li Wei, he just squatted nearby with interest and watched this scene, a smile emerging on his face.

In mid-air, Casio quietly observed from below, feeling an inexplicable chill. Li Wei’s body showed a sense of curiosity, not the pure instinct as before. This perhaps signifies the birth of a dark creature’s consciousness, the splitting of the soul.

With a swoosh, Li Wei stood up from the ground again.

He turned and walked towards where Count Andrew was previously cut in half, his steps were fast, and he returned to his original place in no time.

However, only half a body was left on the ground. Above, a trail of blood led away, traces of dragging and steam swirling around.

Count Andrew’s will to live was astonishing. Just looking at the scene, you can kind of imagine the half-bodied Count Andrew crawling on the ground, blood and organs pouring from a cross-section, billowing steam. His only right hand grabbing the ground.

Like a worm longing for a tiny sliver of life.

“To there…”

“As long as I can get there…”

“As long as I can reach that place…”

He gazed longingly at a dirty manhole cover in the shadow.

He tried hard to reach it, trembled as he pushed open the iron manhole cover, and fell into the filthy sewer.

In the stinking sludge, filthy garbage, rats, cockroaches, even human excrement, he headed towards the next manhole. Although he was seriously injured, although half of his body had been chopped off, although a huge amount of Blood Clan energy had been lost. But, Count Andrew could still live, as long as he had a few tiny bread pieces for bloodsucking!

Andrew could recover his body temporarily then leave here. Later, he’ll plan out a wide variety of means to deal with this dark creature named Li Wei, who is disguised as an ordinary human.

He vowed, if he really could survive. He would torture Li Wei with the cruelest means, skinning and deboning wouldn’t be enough, he would use the Blood Clan’s cruellest punishment, the Dissolving Blood Pool.

A Blood Clan would be thrown into it, the body would melt inch by inch in the pool, the feeling of pain would intensify tenfold, hundredfold. And they wouldn’t even die early due to severe wounds, they must experience the whole process of their body melting until only a head remains.

In the intense anger and hatred, Andrew arrived at the next manhole, he used his only remaining hand to grab the rusty corroded ladder, swinging himself up bit by bit.

Bang, bang, bang.

In the quiet street, a continuous sound of metal collision echoed.

The old manhole cover that had been stepped on by countless people over the years and had dust and dirt accumulated in the edge seams was slowly lifted. Eventually, with a clang, it was flung away.

“Finally! I…”

Andrew stared at the sky in ecstatic surprise, a sense of joy surfacing from his mud-covered face that spoke of narrowly cheating death.

Immediately following, two pairs of eyes locked on to each other.

The surrounding air seemed to coagulate, the only audible sound being the patter of mud dislodging from Andrew, hitting the ground.

“No!”

He let out a desperate cry.

Only to be cut off by a monstrous hand biting out like a black python, yanking him up as one would a carrot.

With one ‘snap’, he was crushed to death.

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On June 11th, 8 am, a residential area in Northern Flow City.

Morning sunlight shot through the crack in the clouds, lightly reflecting off the spired city buildings. A few white pigeons ascended from window ledges, moving to perch on the branches above.

The thin fog had dispersed, the moss slightly damp.

Rongta Street had been cordoned off by police, at least more than a dozen officers in blue patrolling the nearby streets. Rongta Street intersection was cordoned off with yellow warning tape, with black-clad officers pacing inside, some holding cameras, capturing the entirety of the crime scene in meticulous detail.

These officers in black were distinct from the ones in blue, their attire more refined and high-end, their movements incredibly professional.

Amongst them, a handsome officer, donning a black police cap, strutted from the far-end of the street towards the entrance. With each corpse, he would pause and gaze in astonishment.

His name was Fritz, the deputy head of the Special Action Group. This morning, he had been called up for a peculiar task.

Fritz originally thought that the so-called ‘peculiar’ was merely that two patrol officers were savagely murdered, with gang related firefight breaking out last night.

However….

What transpired at the scene of the crime far exceeded his imagination.

He gingerly stepped over a corpse whose neck had been twisted.

Fritz cast a glance towards the wrecked car by his side, a huge dent at the center whose metallic framework was completely twisted out of shape. The dent awfully resembled the imprint of a human body, or rather, it was the imprint of a human body!

He walked a few steps more, eluding a deep pit a meter wide on the ground. On his right, a portion of the white enclosure wall, roughly about 1.5 meters high, was missing – a 3-meter long piece of wall had been cut obliquely. The cut surface was unbelievably smooth as though chopped through by an extremely sharp weapon, just like cutting through tofu.

Fritz drew in a deep breath, his eyes locking on the body on his side – a man with a big hole in his chest – he quickened his pace towards it.

Several tens of seconds later, he reached the entrance of the street.

On that other side, the team leader, donning a large beard, was smoking a cigar. His stare was fixed into the distance, surrounded by a dense curtain of smoke.

Unable to hold back, Fritz walked over and spoke.

“Sir, why do I get the vibe that you are entirely unphased? We have never handled a case like this before…”

The leader blew out a ring of smoke, then turned around.

“We indeed never have. That’s why… professionals on this matter are already en route here.”

The leader drew near, patting Fritz’s shoulder, “They specifically deal with this type of case, we just need to preserve the scene. On that note, each officer of the Special Action Group, and even the patrolling cops outside, must all sign a non-disclosure agreement…”

Whirring…

The loud humming of a car engine echoed from the main road.

The leader paused for a moment and turned to see a black sedan driving up. In no time, it stopped at Rongta Street’s intersection.

Fritz exchanged glances with the chief.

Both men promptly started walking towards the sedan.

Click! The sedan’s back door was swung open.

A pair of black leather shoes stomped onto the ground. A figure in a black and white suit stepped out, his white gloves faintly reflective.

The chief saw this figure and blurted out a sentence.

“A kid?”