Chapter 790: Chapter 34: About Reincarnating as a Slime Girl
The bullet, emerging from the rifled barrel, broke through the darkness, a flash of fire disappearing in an instant. The subsonic bullet pierced directly through Roger’s head.
It’s over, Song Haoran thought.
“Strategist? This guy is still…”
Lluvia’s words made Song Haoran frown. After Roger was shot in the head, his reaction seemed somewhat strange. To be precise, Roger’s body suddenly became somewhat bizarre.
Blood vessels!
The blood vessels on Roger’s body began to swell, one by one, bulging from under the skin. You could even see the contraction generated by the rushing blood!
Not dead?
Roger’s throat was making a strange sound, very suppressed… It was a hiss, a low roar when enduring some extreme pain… He should have died!
The chance of surviving a bullet through the brain is one in a billion!
Song Haoran certainly didn’t think Roger was that one in a billion lucky person—the signs indicated it was due to the bizarre transformation of Roger’s body at this moment.
His muscles began to grow. If like a Frankenstein, it’s at a level that would deter even the best bodybuilders in the world, and even Roger’s skin tone was now starting to lean towards a faint blue.
“Green… no, blue giant?” Oni stared blankly at this scene, feeling a chill run straight to his head, making his scalp tingle. But he suddenly felt his hands empty, realizing that his P-90 had been snatched by Song Haoran.
Facing the mutant Roger, Song Haoran had no hesitation, directly using the P-90, a submachine gun with fifty bullets, for a barrage.
Mystery… he had experienced it before, now he even carried a mysterious item on him!
So, Song Haoran was able to wake up immediately.
Who knows what consequences this guy’s bizarre bodily changes will bring once pleted?
Although he didn’t know the cause of this strange change, Song Haoran thought, who would foolishly watch the enemy plete a “transformation”?
Of course, while the ‘other side’ is transforming, you interrupt and kill him directly!
Tat-tat-tat—!
Song Haoran’s finger pressed tightly on the P-90’s trigger, three bullets, ten bullets, twenty bullets… until the magazine was pletely emptied, Song Haoran did not stop, his actions swiftly reloaded, and then started a new round of frenzied shooting!
Nearly two full minutes, a hundred bullets hit Roger’s body, turning his body into a beehive!
Countless mutated blue blood flowed from Roger’s body. The wall behind him showed numerous bullet holes!
As the massive loss of blood occurred, Roger’s body went from swelling to shrinking in an instant—like some essence inside his body was drained, the shriveled appearance reminded people of the prisoners who died of illness in jail.
If Roger could speak at this moment, he would probably roar: So angry!
The potion saved for the last moment, acquired from a mysterious force—he had fled in Russia for years, and after many twists and turns, he became a prospective cadre of this organization.
Now, Roger saw that if he successfully stirred up a storm in this country and became the source of chaos, he could leap to bee a senior cadre of this organization, accessing a more vast and mysterious world, but lamentably died in this place, isn’t it infuriating?
“Perish together…” He felt the flow of life fading, frantically slipping away, and with the last bit of strength, Roger’s hand reached into his pocket.
“Not good! His detonator!” Song Haoran’s expression changed dramatically!
Hearing his shout, everyone instantly blanked out—Song Haoran naturally mentioned Roger had planted numerous explosives in the theater, and the mind-numbing realization of facing death arrived!
Without a word, Song Haoran rushed to the front of Roger and pulled Roger’s arm from under his stiff and strange smile—this guy was probably dead by now.
But his hand tightly gripped a small remote control, the red circular button already pressed, and Song Haoran could hear the rapid ‘beep-beep-beep’ countdown sound!
Damn it, knowing the moment the power was restored, seeing Roger lying unknown for life or death, I should have searched for the detonator!
But at the time, the thought was that since Roger was already dead, there was no need to touch this thing, and it was better to leave it to the police to handle during the rescue operation, which could save a lot of trouble.
Moreover, Billy and others were present, and letting them see him take it was inconvenient. However, Roger wouldn’t die properly, and even had a backup plan… If I hadn’t decisively unloaded two magazines…
However, now is not the time to regret. After experiencing regret, anger, and horror in a split second, his mind instantly calmed down.
Song Haoran could only shout: “Everyone, get down!”
This was an instant-detonation device; relocation was naturally too late. So, the only option was to lie on the ground; life and death couldn’t be helped—Song Haoran first entrusted his fate to luck!
Boom—boom—!
Air seemed to freeze as everyone hit the ground, only hearing a series of sounds.
Yet, this noise far exceeded everyone’s expectations: it sounded as if someone was hammering the wall hard!
Even a slight vibration couldn’t transmit.
Only the detonator emitted a long buzzing sound—Song Haoran knew this was the result of the bomb explosion.
“Strategist?” Lluvia, still frightened, looked at Song Haoran.
Bucky lay on the ground, holding his head, chin resting on the floor, looking around with a puzzled expression.
Song Haoran frowned and said solemnly: “There are bombs, but not the large-scale ones we imagined… Roger tricked everyone.”
“This… Young Roger?” Bucky instinctively looked at Roger, his intuition telling him: Roger would really use lethal bombs.
“Let’s not talk for now, we need to leave this place quickly.” Song Haoran quickly stood up, “Mr. Billy, the leader of the bandits, Roger, is dead. I guess the police might have already taken control of the scene, so we’re basically safe now.”
“So much the better!” Mr. Billy breathed a long sigh of relief.
At this moment, a rapid footstep sound approached, and they could hear shouts like “The gunfire came from this side!” and “Hurry, it might be the bandits!”
It must have been the rescue team rushing over after hearing Song Haoran’s round of frantic shooting.
Song Haoran decisively said: “Mr. Billy, next, it’s up to you.”
But Mr. Billy suddenly fell to the ground.
Everyone was shocked. Two bodyguards quickly lifted Billy, removed his coat, and found his waist stained with red!
Was it from the dark shooting at that time?
“I… I can still… hold on…” Mr. Billy was still somewhat conscious.
Despite the cold sweat, pale face, seeming like he could pass out any moment, he insisted as he closed his eyes: “Help them… out…”
The bodyguard nodded, then nodded to Song Haoran’s trio. Although still unclear of these three people’s identities and backgrounds, if not for these few guys, it could have been another ending.
Undoubtedly, his master Billy was someone who appreciates gratitude. Years ago, because of his admiration for Billy’s spirit, he had always stayed by Mr. Billy’s side.
“Don’t worry, I will know how to speak to the police.” The bodyguard quickly said: “Afterwards, you can leave in the chaos. We’ll keep today’s events confidential.”
Song Haoran nodded, then immediately discarded all weapons in his hands and joined Lluvia, pretending to be innocent.
Bucky let out a long sigh, thinking: This time I should be able to return to prison, right?
Bucky now walked to Roger’s side, sighed, reached out to close Roger’s eyes, and said sadly: “Young Roger, don’t blame me, you wanted to kill me too… I was just protecting myself. In the future, I’ll apply to the prison to e out and pay my respects to you. Rest assured, I am well-acquainted with the Warden, and will visit your grave every year on time…”
Bucky shook his head and was about to leave when he noticed a black cord around Roger’s neck. Curiously, he pulled it out and found it was a short silver key.
Without thinking, Bucky pulled the thing off.
Song Haoran curiously asked: “What is that?”
Bucky shook his head and said, “I don’t know, I just wanted to keep it as a memento. If you want it, you can have it.”
Saying this, Bucky casually tossed the necklace toward Song Haoran. Song Haoran raised his hand to catch it, examined it carefully a few times, but still couldn’t figure out what it was.
He looked at Bucky again, but saw that Bucky was still staring blankly at Roger’s body, so he shook his head and tossed the key back, “No need, you keep it as a souvenir.”
Bucky didn’t think much of it, casually caught it, and stuffed it into his bag.
At this moment, a team of police rescue forces rushed in, and Bucky raised his hands high with a very straightforward look, like ‘I surrender, don’t hit me, just take me to jail’, making Song Haoran feel a mix of crying and laughing.
The bodyguard hurriedly spoke up at this time, “We fought the criminals and killed them. Also, this is Mr. Billy, he was shot, get him to a hospital quickly!”
Mr. Billy! He’s a big shot, and naturally, the Storm Squad was in a panic, hastily calling for medical personnel.
Song Haoran and his group followed behind the two bodyguards, and under the escort of the Storm Squad, they ‘left’ quite safely.
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“It seems that it has been pletely controlled, the action was quick enough…”
From the sudden power cut until now, a total of less than ten minutes had passed, truly a matter of life and death.
Mingo was walking alone in the corridor, clearing the hidden sentries at the gate to let the police attack smoothly, and then he withdrew, searching for Roger’s whereabouts.
He also heard that round of frantic gunfire, and with suspicion, he followed the sound. But when he reached the corridor where the firefight took place, all that remained were Roger’s and several criminals’ bodies.
Roger’s body even gave Mingo an unreal feeling—aside from the horrific bullet wounds, Roger’s ‘withered’ state was terrifying to Mingo.
If it wasn’t for the clothes and Roger’s iconic medium-length curly hair, Mingo might have thought he had mistaken… but Mingo didn’t think much, time was pressing, he quickly crouched down, searching Roger’s body for something.
However, shortly after, Mingo frowned, both shocked and angry, “Where is the activation key… who took it… damn it…”
Mingo took a deep breath, the key might have been misplaced, or Roger might have hidden it somewhere… perhaps still somewhere in this theater.
As for the possibility of it being taken—when discussing this matter, he deliberately turned off the police’s special munication equipment, only he, Roger, Moria, and Crocodile knew.
Moria was killed by his own hand, Roger is also dead… so only Crocodile is left—but he maintained special munication with the police all the way, knowing Crocodile was already caught early.
Maybe Roger hid it in advance? But where could it be hidden in the theater? Mingo took a deep breath and simply destroyed the nuclear document Roger was carrying… naturally, it’s best if only I know about this matter.
And just at this moment.
“Someone else is there, who! e out!”
Two policemen ran over with guns, and Mingo stood up, tidied his emotions, put down his weapon, raised his hands, and said, “Don’t shoot, ask your Security Minister who I am.”
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The bodies of the killed criminals would naturally be dealt with by another group of staff later, now it was crucial to search for any remaining criminals and any dangers in the theater.
As for the numerous hostages held in the concert hall, at this point, they were slowly walking out of the theater doors under the guidance of dozens of police officers, feeling reborn, many even shedding tears of excitement.
The hours-long hostage-taking event at the City Power Theater seemed to be ing to an end…
Yet in the quiet corridor, a graceful figure slowly approached, arriving before Roger’s body.
She looked down.
“The master is quite interested in your soul. Although it’s not a trade item, it’s still nice as a collection…”
Delicate white fingers reached out, and from Roger’s body, a black ink-like sphere slowly floated out, finally landing in the pristine palm.
“Still quite fresh.”
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“Very fresh indeed.”
Like receiving a new toy, on the rooftop of the building opposite the theater, Boss Luo held the black sphere handed over by the maid, examining it with interest.
“It’s as still as the night.” Luo Qiu said softly, “The rainbow-colored soul spheres are rare, and these night-like ones are also quite scarce.”
“Too bad it’s not a trade item.” The maid mented lightly.
Having assisted the club over the years, the maid understood some of the rules of offering, splendid soul spheres could provide a good return to the Club Owner, so too for the extremely wicked ones.
“Perhaps we can turn it into a trade item…” Luo Qiu pondered for a moment, “I think it still has room to grow.”
“Are you planning to help it reincarnate?” You Ye blinked curiously, then nodded, “Hmm, maybe in a decade, it will advance further. Then let us mark it now.”
Similar techniques weren’t unfamiliar to the maid—this was often used by the previous Club Owner, and the current master seemed to be trying this for the first time.
For her, time meant almost nothing, decades might pass in the blink of an eye. But now, time had bee lively again, just because there was a new master.
Perhaps these ing decades might turn out to be long.
“Decades?” Luo Qiu smiled, shook his head, “It won’t take that long, don’t we already have something ready?”
Surprised, You Ye thought of something, “Master, do you mean to let it be born into Tai Yinzi’s game world?”
Boss Luo smiled slightly and nodded, “Didn’t Tai Yinzi say he wanted to create a Heroic Spirit project? In that case, let’s really put a ‘big devil’ into that world—the savior and the big devil, quite the traditional RPG scenario.”
With a flick, the black sphere vanished.
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Hmm? Another soul has been born?
Startled, Tai Yinzi quickly got up from the armchair, put down the half-drunk coconut, removed his sunglasses, shed his beachwear, and with a flash of white light, assumed an immortal-like form.
Then the scenery around him shifted, the air filled with celestial aura, and a white beam of light came down.
“I am Taiyin, and… huh? This fellow is reincarnating as a demon clan??”
About to start his opening speech, Tai Yinzi paused, his face looking as if he had swallowed a cockroach—but if he considered himself the master in this world, then the one who ordered him was on another level—his master!
“But it doesn’t seem specified to bee which demon clan?” Tai Yinzi rubbed his chin.
From the light beam, a figure emerged, initially bewildered but soon regaining clarity, then alertly observing the strangely appearing Tai Yinzi.
Only then did he realize he was naked, unarmed, but naturally unafraid using his physical strength to deal with this frail old man.
He should be fighting in the theater, even using the last resort, so how e he suddenly arrived in such a bizarre place… yet, the feeling of being alive was undeniable.
“Old man, where is this place? Give me clothes, and food, I’m hungry!”
“Huh? You dare be rude to me? I… I’ve transformed so many descended beings, and you’re the cockiest one yet? Begone, bee a Slime! Your name will be Slime!”
In this world, Slimes are not pure-blood demons, but technically, they are a subordinate race, servants of the demon clan.
So, no problem!
Tai Yinzi waved dismissively, sending the surprised man out of his Secret Realm with a look of disdain, and then, as if nothing had happened, he continued with his earlier attire, picking up the coconut and taking a satisfying sip.
“This is the life…”
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