In the quiet hotel room, local instant news is played among the LCD monitors hanging on the walls.

A reporter wearing a dark green women's suit and trousers stood at a crossroads, behind her, where those monsters once appeared.

"Doctors of strange animals that have never been discovered in downtown Atlanta quickly attracted the attention of relevant departments. The FBI variant investigation department, the US Bureau of Biological Survey, the World Animal Conservation Association, and several famous Atlanta biologists arrived at the scene as soon as possible. We believe that these sudden appearance of special species are just one of the countless creatures that have not been discovered on Earth. There is no possibility of mutation. Please do not believe rumors."

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"Witnesses claimed that the animals fell from above the Morse Building, but there was no definite evidence to prove this, and the authorities are still investigating the details."

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"The riot did not cause any casualties. As of 17:46 on the same day, three Atlanta citizens fell into deep coma and have been sent to the downtown central hospital. We - Gagaga"

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The last voice was not a reporter, but a green-haired parrot suddenly fell from the sky and landed directly on the female reporter's chest. The parrot's claws were deep and his small eyes were very bright. When he turned around, he let out a lewd smile like a human voice.

The camera trembled for a moment, as if the photographer was stunned. The female reporter who was "harassed" in public thought that this thing was an ordinary parrot, so she raised her hand awkwardly but politely raised her hand and touched the other person's head, and said something off topic at the same time.

"Maybe the little guy thought I was it--poop."

The loud fart sound quickly interrupted her words, and the passers-by next to her looked at the young reporter who looked dignified and gorgeous in surprise. It was visible to the naked eye. The female reporter's face immediately turned red, and the green-haired parrot seemed to be very disgusted and tilted his head, then flapped his wings and flew away quickly.

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A good news live broadcast was quickly disrupted by this thing, and many citizens in front of the TV might be amused.

But at this moment, Charles, who was sitting on the sofa in the guest room watching the news, ignored the appearance of the parrot, but felt a little absent-mindedly as the endless coolness around him continued to penetrate into his body.

The order he issued when he released the monster was not allowed to hurt people, he just needed to make trouble and not be caught. This feeling at this moment means that the experiment was quite successful.

Such behavior can indeed disrupt many fates, but the effect is not very big.

More than 5 hours have passed since he released the monster.

If you gain it, because the information spreads very quickly in the Internet era, it is a lot compared to before, with 2 days.

However, in fact, this is not much. Most of the time, it is the result of instant explosion when news appears on major media interfaces, and then it becomes relatively weak.

It may not have been completely fermented, or it may not have been completely immersed in this external force.

"We have to continue research."

After muttering, Charles picked up the remote control and was about to change the station to observe, but someone suddenly knocked on the door of the guest room not far away.

"Hello Mr. Colanston, what you want has arrived."

The voice of the young waitress came from outside. When Charles raised his hand and waved his hand, the door was naturally opened-

There is no camera in the room, which he has verified before.

A waitress wearing a crimson cashmere uniform and a small hat followed with a push cart in.

At Charles's gesture, she placed a pile of popcorn and chips on the cart on the table. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, a deep snow-white gully appeared under the uniform on her chest when she bent down.

However, Charles just glanced at it and quickly withdrew his gaze.

As a normal man, Charles is not without desire, but is different from normal people. He has extraordinary body and is sensitive to five senses and has a very good nose and eyes.

For example, the pretty waitress in front of me looks slim and has a bright appearance.

However, in Charles' sight, the pores on her cheeks that should have been glossy were as rough as grey stone pits.

Not to mention the slightest and scented smells on the other person's body - I can't imagine what kind of image humans are from the perspective of a dog.

Therefore, all kinds of temptations at the moment have no effect on him, and instead they will unconsciously reveal an "ugly" attitude.

The waitress, who was not very pure in her goal, changed several positions while placing snacks. Finally, she concluded that the handsome guy in front of her was a gay, so she turned around and left in disappointment.

However, not long after, the closed door was knocked again.

Charles, who was tearing open the potato chip bag, was stunned, "What's the matter?"

"Today is the 30th anniversary of the opening of this hotel. We have specially selected a few lucky ones..."

"No, thank you."

He was interrupted before he finished speaking, and the knock on the door disappeared.

But just as Charles thought these trivial things had passed, a faint cracking sound suddenly appeared, and then the door that should have been locked was suddenly pushed open.

He turned his head strangely and just saw a figure in his eyes. A fruit knife suddenly floated up from his coffee table and quickly pressed against the surface of Charles' seemingly unprepared neck.

Then a long-haired woman wearing long black boots and a black leather jacket came in outside the door.

The woman has a fair and beautiful face and a slender figure. What attracts the most attention is her slightly curly long hair - green.

The other party seemed to be unkind. As Charles watched, he walked over and waved his hand without looking back, and saw the open door closing again with a slam.

"You killed the three people on Bethel Street?"

The fierce words followed. Looking at the green-haired woman sitting opposite her unceremoniously, Charles subconsciously sighed at the other party's aesthetic view.

Green, this guy is very polite.

Without responding immediately, the woman couldn't help but frown, and then said coldly: "Answer my question!"

"What can I do if I don't answer?"

Charles raised his hand and sent a piece of potato chips into his mouth, while slanting his eyes at the fruit knife that was crossing his neck.

Although the Sun Son's inactivity of Fire is always uncertain how much it can be, it has a very obvious effect on some non-death and death damage.

So, even if this dagger cuts his neck, Charles won't be really good, at most he loses some blood.

Besides, even if his body is destroyed, he will not be able to truly die.

The body is damaged, but the soul is still intact, and the means of this world targeting the soul seem to be unable to compare with the main world or the evil forces.

At least everything he knows is like this.

So in this world, Charles really has nothing to worry about. At this moment, the other party seemed to him as a mosquito fell on his hand and was trying to suck blood. It was really no deterrent.

The young man's calmness was understandable, but it made the other party raise his eyebrows without saying it clearly, but the fruit knife on his neck was a little tightened.

However, Charles just pulled the corners of his mouth, smiling but not smiling.

In fact, if this person was really hostile, she would have been blinded by Charles' talent.

So the situation fell into a strange stalemate.

Shire leaned back on the sofa, with a dagger on his neck, and kept exploring his hand into the potato chip bag. There was no sign of worry on his face, and he didn't care about the other party's face at all. He had just entered a new world, and he had not yet passed this freshness.

Listening to the sound of chewing, the cold look on the green-haired woman's face gradually disintegrated, angry, embarrassed, and more alert. In the end, she suddenly clenched her fist and hit the coffee table.

"Enough, you really think I dare not do it!"

Before Charles could respond, the door of the guest room was suddenly pushed open, and then two people rushed in quickly.

They might have thought something had changed inside, so that their faces were full of vigilance at this moment.

One of them even had his hands lit up.

But when he found that the room was in good condition, the light suddenly disappeared.

However, this quickly attracted Shire's attention.

Sunlight?
Chapter completed!