Chapter 99 The Food of the Night

"No other Deadpool activities on the ground floor have been found...Thank you for your hard work, Your Excellency Lu Mingfei."

The last trace of contempt in the head of the Miyamoto family has disappeared, replaced by respect from the bottom of his heart.

The surviving Executive Bureau commissioners had recovered from the shock and rushed downstairs to search for survivors.

Not everyone in the Sheqi Eight Family is of mixed race, ordinary employees and gangsters also account for a considerable part.

"Report to me on the overall situation." Lu Mingfei said.

He tied the red velvet silk wrapped around the sword's blade around his waist and was ready to fight with the Jingyue sword.

"Yes... the incident has been characterized as a joint attack by the Fierce Ghosts and mercenaries. They suddenly launched an attack while the boss and Director Yuan were away. The roof of the building has been breached."

"Two of the mercenary team arrived at the 38th floor twenty seconds ago. They should be heading straight for you. The remaining people have already reached the 45th floor."

Miyamoto Shio did not hide anything and decisively reported the situation to Lu Mingfei in detail.

He was not a fool. Even the camera footage of the battle that lasted less than two minutes made him feel frightened.

There is no doubt that Lu Mingfei is now the sharpest weapon in this building. As long as he can get his help, he may be able to survive this crisis.

Speaking of weapons, Shio Miyamoto thought uneasily of the head of the Uesugi family on the ground floor.

This timing was too coincidental, not only did the head of the family and the director happen to be away... but even the head of the Uesugi family was probably still in a weak stage after a whole-body blood transfusion.

What if the mercenaries or evil spirits rushing to the forty-fifth floor kidnapped the Uesugi family head? It is not impossible. Since they dare to attack Genji Heavy Industries in such an open and honest manner, who knows what they have prepared for this.

means.

Cold sweat broke out on Miyamoto Shio's forehead. If he really allowed this to happen, he would commit seppuku a thousand times without being able to apologize.

He immediately picked up his sword with Yasha's teeth and claws hanging on the scabbard - every family head has his own sword, even he, who is not very proficient in sword skills as a scientific researcher, is no exception.

"My lord, we need you to take command here!"

Someone shouted hurriedly.

"From now on, I'll be in charge of you!"

Without looking back, Miyamoto Shio opened the door of the supervision center and rushed out.

"The deputy captain is still waiting on the 38th floor."

Fingel whispered.

"There's no problem with him. I believe in his fighting ability, otherwise I wouldn't let him stay alone."

Lu Mingfei was not worried that Chu Zihang would encounter trouble.

"So, Captain, you don't believe in my fighting ability, right?"

Fingel looked shocked and distressed.

"If your fighting attitude can be more serious, I can still rest assured, brother Fingal."

Lu Mingfei said truthfully.

"I am already very serious! There is no more serious hunk in the world than John Rambo in "First Blood"!"

Fingel shouted.

"Yes, and there are many..."

However, Lu Mingfei didn't say it out loud. After all, now was not the time for small talk.

He glanced at the alien corpses here: "Let's go up and meet the heretics."

…

On the top floor of Genji Heavy Industries, a man without makeup walked among the corpses, his face cold and charming——

Although it is not appropriate to use such words to describe a man, the impression he gives people is indeed very appropriate, just like the vixen who cultivates against the moon in "The Legend of the Mountain Monster".

He was holding the long knife that was still dripping with blood, and there was crimson eyeshadow under his indifferent and clear eyes.

The armed force deployed on the top floor of Sheqi's Eight Houses that could withstand a squadron of armed helicopters in a short period of time was destroyed by him alone.

"Is this thing really useful?"

Kazama Liuli said softly, playing with a pyramid made of black metal with his other hand, with mysterious golden patterns and words painted on it.

"Forget it...since those people say so, then I will just do it."

He looked at the alchemy creation carefully for a while, and finally tilted his head slightly and placed it on the ground on the roof of the building:

"Is this okay?"

…

Genji Heavy Industries Safety Passage C, 30th Floor.

"Three...thirty! Finally...finally here!"

Ertong was as tired as a dead dog, lying on the stairs like a puddle of mud.

The hood was already soaked, but he still didn't dare to take it off.

"Dude...which gym do you practice at? How many hours do you practice every day? I didn't hear you take a breath until you climbed to the 30th floor...you are really fucking awesome."

Ertong was panting.

Santong still didn't answer him, just as silent as he had been all the way.

He turned around and looked around - Ertong, who was resting on the stairs, was very lucky not to see Santong's real "twisting head" of 360 degrees, otherwise he would have been frightened to death.

Then, Santong drew out his long knife. The sharp edge of the blade came out of the sheath, and the sudden move almost frightened Ertong.

“Masaka…”

"Could this dumb guy want to fuck me and then eat my share of the money..."

Ertong hurriedly climbed up a large section of stairs, fearing that Santong would attack him, and was ready to run away at any time.

But something unexpected happened to Ertong——

Santong suddenly pointed the drawn blade at himself, and then cut it off hard!

"Holy shit! Brother, why are you suddenly so obsessed with committing hara-kiri?"

Ertong was startled again. His eyes widened and he looked at the blood spurting out like a fountain from Santong's abdomen with a horrified expression.

But Santong ignored him. He just stayed there, ignoring the blood flowing out of his abdomen, and continued to tear his body apart by grabbing the handle of the knife.

At the same time, he put his palm into the wound opened by the knife blade on his abdomen, making Er Tong feel frightened.

After a bloody groping, Santong grabbed something bloody from his stomach.

Ertong took off his hood, revealing his handsome Asian face.

He opened his eyes wide, trying to see clearly what Santong was holding.

The shape doesn’t look like an organ like the liver or small intestine—whose organ in a normal person would grow into a triangular pyramid shape!?

Ronald Tang rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not dazzled. What was caught in San Tuan's hand was a piece of blood that gradually faded, revealing a small pyramid that was originally dark and shiny.

"Hell... is this a bloody version of the Thousand-Year-Old Bricks? Isn't it going to be a dark duel with cards next? I don't know how to play Yu-Gi-Oh..."

Old Tang was thinking wildly, and quietly climbed up a few more stairs, continuing to watch this bloody and strange scene from the junction of the 30th floor to the 31st floor.

Santong trembled and respectfully placed the black pyramid on the scarlet ground, and the sound of metal and stone touching was very clear.

As soon as it came into contact with the ground, the dragon characters and patterns painted on the surface of the pyramid suddenly lit up, as if something unknown had been activated.

"Is this what you want to give as a gift?"

Old Tang suddenly realized that the thing he had been thinking about sending just now would be on Santong's body - but he didn't expect that it was really on Santong's "body"!

"Hurry up and run. It seems that you have stepped into a pit this time..."

Seeing the three-cylinder body falling down with a "thud", Old Tang decisively rushed down the stairs and prepared to escape. He no longer thought about the 700,000 US dollars in his heart.

He swept away his previous dejection, became more energetic, and rushed down the twenty-ninth floor in one breath.

But suddenly he stopped and did not dare to move forward.

The air seemed to have become turbid, and everything in front of him became dark yellow and decayed, as if it was dyed with a dark yellow curtain.

The world became silent, and the incomprehensible Japanese horns that were mechanically repeating on each floor also stopped. Old Tang grabbed the rusty door handle and gently pushed open the safety passage door on the 29th floor.

The sound of "squeak--" makes your teeth sore.

Old Tang stretched out half his head - and saw that the corridor was as dark as an abyss.

"Is this haunted?"

He gritted his teeth and quickly went down to the twenty-eighth floor.

The unsettling smell is getting stronger and stronger, and it seems that the lower you go, the closer you are to the underworld.

His head suddenly started to hurt, and his mind felt as if a sharp knife had been stabbed into it, causing unknown fragments of memories to flood into his mind.

"Fuck! What's going on!"
To be continued...