Chapter 136 Photos

Hearing what they said, Charles was shocked. He didn't expect Tuba and 134 to know each other, and they had known each other for four hundred years.

Glancing at the Narwhal not far away, Charles' prosthetic limb turned into a chainsaw and quickly slashed down his body.

Green blood burst from the worm's feet, and Charles stepped on the limp flesh and lunged toward 134 like a cheetah.

134, who was yelling at Tuba, didn't look back, and with a lift of his left hand, Charles was suspended in mid-air by the familiar force of thought.

"Ka Ka Ka" Charles' prosthetic internal gear rotated rapidly, and the sharp anchor hook shot straight at 134's petite body.

134's body floated up quickly, dodging Charles' attack, and because of the avoidance, the restraints on Charles' body disappeared.

How could Charles waste such a good opportunity, he touched his waist with his right hand, and the revolver had already appeared in his hand. The muzzle is aimed at 134 bursts.

Facing the bullet attack, 134 couldn't resist for a while. Charles's aim was very accurate. Every time, he shot at the moment when she was about to fight back. She failed several times when she approached.

But there was no anxiety on her face, instead she was joking, as if she was a cat playing with a mouse.

"Listen to me. Why do you want to do this? Why don't you sit down and discuss it?" the frowning Tuba earnestly persuaded. But no one on either side listened to him.

Charles' burst of fire continued, just as the bullet pierced a small hole in 134's pretty purple skirt.

A pale bone flute with several round holes suddenly protruded from the flesh and blood on the ground. First, it knocked the revolver flying with one blow, and then inserted into Char's abdomen in an instant.

Charles looked towards the ground in disbelief, and a cloud of black human-shaped smoke drifted out from the flesh and blood of the "king".

Its erratic hand grabbed the bone flute inserted into Charles's hand, the smoke on its arm solidified, and it pulled out the bone flute abruptly.

On Charles' abdomen, a round wound the size of a walnut could not stop bleeding from the wound.

"My God, what are you doing? Why are you still bleeding?"

Tuba quickly got up from the ground, ran in front of the crumbling Charles, took out some dirty paper, and pasted it on Charles' wound indiscriminately.

But soon, these things were washed away by Charles' blood, and the things in Tuba's hands were as useless as ever.

The cloud of black mist stopped attacking again, rolled up Tuba next to him and floated behind 134, hovering like a servant.

Charles, with a pale face, looked at his strange appearance, and then looked at 134 next to him, and he suddenly understood something.

He tightly covered the wound with his hands, endured the pain and said: "You, "King" Tuba and this one, you all escaped from the second laboratory, right? In fact, the king of Sodom It doesn’t refer to a certain person at all, but refers to your four living relics, right? No, or more, more than four?”

"Hee hee hee, it seems that you know us quite well." 134 bounced up to the left wheel that fell on the ground, bent down to pick it up.

The big pistol and the small white hands seemed so incongruous, but watching this scene sent chills down the spine.

Charles looked around quickly, and when he saw a flash of red on the sea in the distance, he suddenly laughed in a low voice.

"What are you laughing at? Is it funny that you are dying?"

134 withdrew the bullet-loading roulette, saw that there were still three brass bullets in it, and put it back in again, aiming at Charles with one eye.

Charles looked towards the pirates chasing the fleet in the distance. "I laugh at those pirates, so many humans are led by four living relics."

"Hahaha!! We are relics? You are as ignorant as people in the Foundation! We are the lucky ones in this world. As for you inferior humans, you are just some humble bugs."

"I have been to the second laboratory, and I have seen the foundation torture you, but this is a bit too much, don't forget, you were also human before." Charles said, staring at the little girl in front of him.

As if provoked by Charles, 134's face contorted. "How long have you been there to know me? A day? A week? A month? Do you know how long I've been in that hell!! I've been there for 30 years! Every human being has a disgusting The original sin!! They are not my kind at all!"

"Kacha" 134's chubby face was cracked like glass, and in the crack, the dark vertical pupils full of hatred were crowded and staring inside. At this moment, she was like a ghost.

Like a monster, 134 raised the big toy-like revolver in his hand to Charles, with a cruel smile on his face. "Hee hee hee, it must be very nice to see the bullet go through your head."

Tuba next to him looked anxious, constantly took out some garbage from his pocket, and kept making gestures at 134, trying to stop her with those actions, but his things were just some ordinary garbage, which was of no use.

Suddenly Tuba's body stopped, he let out a breath of relief, then turned around with a simple and honest smile and looked at the black mist beside him, he stretched out his hands and firmly grasped its flute.

"Goma, long time no see. Your flute is so beautiful, please lend me to play."

"Bang bang bang!!" The gunshot sounded, and three bullets were fired from the barrel and flew towards Charles.

The moment 134 pulls the trigger, Charles quickly rolls to the right and throws something at her.

"Touch!" Charles' left shoulder burst into blood red, and he only avoided 2 out of 3 shots.

At this time, Charles felt that his eyes were dark, and he had lost too much blood, but he never gave up, and stumbled towards the seaside next to him.

The black mist next to him was about to rush over to stop it, but found that his bone flute was tightly hugged by Tuba.

Seeing the black foggy head looking at him, Tuba simply hung his legs on the bone flute.

134, who was standing there, did not make any further attacks. She held a photo in both hands and stared at it blankly, the gap on her face slowly healed.

It was a portrait of a family of three, and it was the photo that Mihe had given to Charles.

The bullet made a hole in the child's head, and on both sides of the hole were two couples, smiling brightly.

134 looked at it with unfamiliar eyes, as if she was constantly remembering something, and gradually, the hostility on her face dissipated, and tears slipped from her eyes, dripping on the photo.

With a "plop", Charles in the distance rushed into the icy sea water.

134's lips were tightly stretched, and he continued to endure, and finally couldn't help it anymore, just like what a real 6-year-old child would do, he burst into tears.

Hearing the cry, Tuba quickly put down the bone flute, ran over to hug her distressedly, and patted her shoulder with his hand, "Don't cry, don't cry, grandpa is here. Grandpa is here."

The white flesh and blood on the ground squirmed and rose into a ball, pressing lightly on her body.