Chapter 117 You will be torn to pieces!

"Sonic gun! It can take lives silently, like a ghost."

Kraven raised the gun in his hand and said to the audience:
"It doesn't make gunshots or explosions like a gun, so it can attack the victim without them being prepared. This undetectable attack method makes sonic weapons an extremely deadly weapon."

Kraven proudly said to the audience watching the live broadcast: "I once used it to hunt a rhino!"

"This weapon can be used against Spider-Man. To be exact, I use it against Spider-Man. But using it here is a waste of talent."

He made a regretful expression, but quickly said, "But don't worry, I have studied the two Spider-Men and I know their behavior habits. After the live broadcast here ends, I will continue to broadcast for everyone how I hunted two humanoid spiders."

Walking forward on the fallen leaves in the forest, he continued to boast to the drone: "No one can escape once I mark the prey."

"I have checked the tickets, set the alarm, Fate has dipped his finger in the black ash and marked the forehead of his prey, and no one has painted the blood of the lamb on his door."

(The blood of the lamb: from the Bible, the Jews killed a sheep and smeared the blood on the door, and the god of death would pass through the door smeared with the blood of the lamb.)
As he continued to brag, his popularity on the Internet grew, and more people flocked to the live broadcast room.

Although he had been bragging about his glorious past deeds, Kraven did not appear to be so relaxed.

He was constantly in contact with the team via a headset to confirm whether the traps set around him had been triggered.

Meanwhile, the cinema.

The black female manager Gina watched the live broadcast on the big screen and then glanced at the bottle of wine in front of her.

More than half of the wine in there has been used up.

She whistled low and slowly, then raised the bottle and gulped down a mouthful, two mouthfuls, three mouthfuls.

With every sip, the throat moves up and down like a piston.

She was a little tipsy and her tongue was not as flexible when she spoke.

She raised an eyebrow when she saw Fletcher walk in after a phone call.

"My nose is full of whiskey and this guy is raping my eyes."

Gina looked at Kraven and said to her, "You know what? This guy reminds me of my ex-husband."

Fletcher leaned back in his chair and said, "Isn't he dead?"

"Yes, he couldn't be deader. He is a big fan of Hunter Kraven. He has a club badge."

Gina swallowed a mouthful of whiskey and said to Fletcher: "I chopped him up and threw him in the trash can."

Fletcher didn't say anything. He watched Kraven's actions on the big screen and listened quietly to Gina's somewhat unclear words.

A few minutes later.

"Finished?" Fletcher asked.

Gina asked back in confusion, "What?"

"This is not a story at all. It's clearly just the end of the story."

"I feel good."

"I think," Fletcher said, "there's a lot more to it than just chopping up your husband and throwing him in the garbage disposal because he's a fan of Kraven the Hunter."

"What's weird?"

Gina said disapprovingly, "No bones thrown in there though, just meat."

"Your husband."

"Yes, my husband."

Fletcher said nothing, and the two fell into silence again.

Only Kraven's voice came from the big screen.

"I just thought you wouldn't do that for no reason."

"Well," Fletcher said, staring at the screen, "if you just want to, throw your husband into the garbage disposal."

"You want to say he's pitiful? Well, let me tell you, he deserves it."

"I don't think so, but anyway, your story is just the beginning, not the end."

Gina is a cinema manager, an ordinary white-collar worker.

I guess no one would have thought that she would be a murderer who could remain calm in private.

"Our marriage was arranged. It was my mother's and my grandmother's idea to marry him."

Gina said to her, "In our place, marriage means you follow your husband wherever he goes. Women don't have the right to choose. To men, we are just a crutch, a stool to step on, or a vacuum cleaner with breasts."

Fletcher drank the red wine in the glass and nodded: "Good idea."

"My husband is a vulgar man who has no idea of ​​elegance and has no idea of ​​the importance of things."

"He is like a terrible cancer. Everything good - organized, neat, clean, perfect - will instantly disintegrate, overturn, become dirty, and cease to exist as soon as he touches it."

Gina's eyes flashed with resentment. "That night, we had dinner together, and because of a trivial matter, he threw the macaroni on the carpet. Not only that, he grabbed my wrist, the hand that was still holding the noodle."

“She punched me!”

Fletcher listened to the other person's story quietly and nodded slowly. "I understand. His idol is Kraven, so this is not surprising. Maybe this is a way for him to show his masculinity." "Then I picked up the typewriter in the living room and smashed it on his head, and then I dragged him to the kitchen."

Fletcher showed no discomfort as Gina described her murder process.

After listening to Gina's story of murder, Fletcher put down the glass of red wine in his hand.

"I like watching the 'reality show' style of slaughter, and you are the butcher yourself. In a sense, we are the same kind of people, both cruel people."

There was no emotion in Fletcher's tone. "So this is why you betrayed the human camp and joined the vampire camp?"

Gina shook her head. "No, but it's almost the same. Maybe I awakened something through this killing."

“These are things I didn’t realize before, and I have to thank him for making me who I am today.”

Gina said to Fletcher: "I realized that human beings are a process of killing each other. Life is like a hunt at all times. Even though I don't like to compete with others, there are too many monks and too little porridge."

Half a year ago, Gina was transformed into a vampire by Fletcher.

Gina is the general manager of Qianen Cinemas and can not only support Fletcher, the man behind the film company, in terms of movies.

She also personally recruited extras for Fletcher, and filmed the scenes of these extras being chased by monsters into a "reality show" movie, which was then played for Fletcher in a theater alone.

The "reality show" of Hunter Kraven on the big screen in front of them was extremely ridiculous in the eyes of the two.

Because the two have watched reality shows countless times that are more exciting and bloody than this one.

Moreover, it is the kind of reality show that is shot in one shot from beginning to end, and if you are not careful you will be killed.

Fletcher picked up the wine glass and took another sip. "So you will agree with my plan to destroy New York?"

"Yes, because we are the same kind of people, you know? When you said I wanted to be one of you, I was very excited. After all, in this bastard world, I have to actively hunt!"

Gina said, looking at Kraven on the screen, "Our hunters should be here by now, right?"

Kraven seemed to have sensed something, and facing the unknown dark direction, he suddenly raised the sonic gun in his hand.

The attack came from the darkness, hitting his collarbone like a hammer.

The pain was explosive.

The sudden attack flipped Kraven over onto his face.

He quickly turned over, holding the barrel of the gun, and fired a shot in the direction of the attack.

"boom!"

The deafening sound echoed in the woods.

At this moment, Kraven felt pain in almost every part of his body, including his ribs, stomach, and neck.

He felt as if his whole body was torn apart and was in unbearable pain.

The blood finally flowed back to his hands. He wiped the blood off his shoulder and stood up quickly.

But the black shadow immediately hit his body again and threw him out.

It hit the ground with a bang, splashing up countless wet fallen leaves.

Kraven struggled to get up and quickly hid his body behind a big tree.

With a "bang", he endured the pain and quickly fired a shot.

"It seems you haven't figured it out yet—"

Kraven roared, "The price of angering a hunter!"

Just as he was about to fire the second shot, a tall black shadow rushed over, grabbed Kraven's hair, and slammed him to the side of the tree.

Kraven's world hummed like a damn bell.

He couldn't even feel the pain anymore, just a dizzy numbness.

His body seemed like a sandbag, and someone was hitting him with cement bricks.

A thought flashed through his mind: the pain was finally over, but he found out that it was a complete illusion.

Before Kraven could figure out what was happening, a tall black shadow bent down and grabbed his numb feet.

Kraven was hung upside down in the air and finally saw the other person's appearance clearly.

This is a werewolf with blood-red eyes and over two meters tall.

Exuding a tyrannical aura, the werewolf, like a ferocious beast, seemed to have the eyes of a vampire. The aura emanating from his body shocked him completely.

He could feel the trembling fear that he would be torn to pieces by the other party at any time.

　I recommend this apocalyptic novel written by a friend. If you like it, you can read it!

　　"Reborn in the end times, I can devour everything and evolve crazily!"

　　(Doomsday rebirth + infinite evolution + violence)

(End of this chapter)