Killing the US fear starts from the fatal bend

Chapter 177 The Plague of Locust Swarms
Northwest of Phoenix, on the edge of town, where town meets wilderness.

There are thick, airtight plastic tents set up here.

The woman came out of the tent area wearily, she put down her blood-stained sleeves, trying to cover the dense, small but fresh wounds on her arms.

Her name is Virginie, and she is a locust breeder. The locusts she raises are mainly used for two purposes.

This kind of locust has a large body and fresh and tender meat. It has been rushed to buy by many barbecue restaurants and has become a novel food.

Among them, the stunted and smaller locusts become feed and are sold to some farms that raise chickens and ducks, which can provide nutritious food for chickens and ducks.

However, Virginie's farm encountered a problem some time ago.

For unknown reasons, the locusts she raised became lifeless and their activity was very low.

These locusts are not only too lazy to reproduce, too lazy to eat, they don’t even bother to move.

Virginie thought about it carefully for a long time, she didn't understand why this happened.

She didn't provide these locusts with high-priced houses, nor did she create male-female confrontation. She just harvested a batch of locusts regularly and sold them. How could this make them lie flat?
However, despite Virginie's best efforts, the yield of locusts was getting smaller and smaller every day.

She has been unable to supply sufficient supplies to her previous partners, and is about to achieve a new achievement - contract breach.

Distraught and irritable, she smashed around the lifeless locust breeding tent, failed to successfully operate, slipped and fell, and knocked herself unconscious on the spot.

When she woke up from the coma, the wound was already covered with locusts, and they were eating her blood with relish. In a panic, she drove the locusts off her body and left this ghostly place in a hurry.

Unexpectedly, a strange thing happened.

That night, the locusts were very active, and the insects that had swallowed the blood became excited, as if they had just cheated the wages of migrant workers.The contractor who is going to wash feet city is also active, and the desire to reproduce is extremely strong.

Seeing the improvement of the breeding situation, Virginie tried twice more with his own blood under the trend of money power.

Sure enough, as long as these locusts eat blood, they are as excited as taking a small blue pill, but as long as the blood stops for a period of time, they will be more depressed than before eating blood, and their desire to act is not as good as that of 45-year-old Yang Wei, a middle-aged social animal.

Virginie tried to use pig blood to feed, and it had some effect at first, but soon, it seemed like a resistance to the drug, and the stale pig blood could no longer satisfy the locusts.

She was excited about her great discovery, further expanded the scale of breeding, and reached cooperation agreements with more businesses, but the sudden lack of cooperation of the locusts gave her a fatal blow.

As a last resort, she tried feeding with her own blood again.

Sure enough, it worked out great.

After trying again and again, she finally came to the final conclusion.

These locusts seem to only recognize fresh flesh, especially human flesh.

The obsessed Virginie started stealing directly from the farm next door, from stealing other people's pet dogs, all the way to stealing cattle to feed locusts.

As for why not buy it?
On the one hand, there is no cost to steal.

On the other hand, after all, feeding the living life of locusts is too anti-human, and it looks similar to a cult ritual. Virginie has no way to explain this outrageous operation to his family and friends.

at night.

It's another happy time to steal cattle.

Old Wang next door raises so many cows that he can't steal them all.

What Virgini didn't expect was that although Lao Wang's family had many cattle, he cherished them very much and gave them different names for each one.

During this week, Martin—that is, the old Wang’s next door lost two heifers, Cuihua and Sauerkraut. He discovered something was wrong during the inventory. He suspected that a cattle thief was eyeing his farm, and took a shotgun to lurk quietly, planning to take it down in one fell swoop when the cattle thief committed another crime.

Crouching in the middle of the night, the cattle thief did not wait, but his good neighbor Virginie.

Martin and Virginie have always had a good relationship, and they would always give her a copy when they made barbecues. Virginie also gave him fried locusts a few times. Martin was about to go out to say hello, when he found Virginie sneaking towards his ranch with a knife and a large bag.

'Could it be that the cattle thief is this good neighbor? '

But she has no reason, her locust business is booming, why steal her cattle.

He muttered in his heart, ready to wait and see what happened.

Virginie walked to the farm, looked at the sleeping cows, found a calf, raised the knife, and stabbed the sharp blade directly into its heart.

After the sound of "moo", Niu Niu fell to the ground.

Virginie skillfully packed the cow into a big bag, dragged it outside, put it on the back of the pickup truck, and drove to the locust breeding base not far away.

Curiosity and anger mixed in Martin's heart, and when Virginie was far away, he quietly drove to keep up.

He would like to see what kind of face this "good neighbor" is under the mask.

Then he saw the scene where Virginie skillfully dragged the calf's body out of the car and dragged it to the locust tent to feed it.

This woman!

Do not!
She is a witch!

Anger and panic emerged alternately in Martin's heart. Virginie's current performance looked like a witch performing an evil ritual, and those evil locusts were the demons she summoned.

Thinking of how many times he had eaten roasted locust meat, Martin suddenly felt a wave of fear and nausea. He retched twice on the spot, but nothing came out.

"Damn witch!"

Martin cursed inwardly, raised the shotgun in his hand, and walked slowly towards the tent, intending to get closer to confirm his conjecture.

He approached on tiptoe, opened a small gap from the tent door and looked in.

Part of the calf's flesh was smeared on the ground like a paste, and it looked like it had been broken up by a meat grinder, making it easier for the locusts to eat.

The locusts lay densely on the flesh and blood, their mouthparts stretched and gnawed, wantonly devouring the feast of flesh and blood on the ground.

Oh, God!What evil is this!
Martin became so angry that he even forgot to look for Virginie.

Then, Virginie appeared from the side of the tent dragging the rest of the calf's flesh and blood. She was startled by the eyes in the tent gap, and in desperation, she threw the bag full of flesh and blood in her hand towards Martin.

Outside the tent, Martin was even more astonished.

Imagine that you have just witnessed the sacrifice and feeding ceremony of an evil witch. When you are still in shock, the witch suddenly appears in your field of vision covered in blood and throws a bloody package at you.

Excuse me, how will you react?
Martin's body gave a very decisive answer.

fuck it.

Martin, who often hunts, is very good at marksmanship. Before the bag flew in front of him, he directly raised his hand and shot the bag of flesh and blood in the air.

With a "crash", blood splashed everywhere, covering the vision of the two of them.

Martin slightly lowered the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger again. There was a "bang" gunshot, followed by the woman's scream of pain and the sound of her body falling to the ground.

When the blood was gone, Martin wiped the blood on his face that blocked his vision and looked over. There was a big wound on Virginie's chest.

As Virginie fell to the ground, a large amount of blood oozed out, and the locusts behind her stirred up instantly, and the delicious minced beef on the ground seemed to taste like chewing wax. They fluttered their wings and flew up, surrounding Virginie's body, swallowing the fresh blood that was flowing from her body.

Seeing these terrifying locusts, Martin fired three shots in a row, beating Virginie's body to pieces, but the locusts did not die much, and they were still innumerable.

On the contrary, it was because of the power of the shooting that Virginie's flesh and blood splattered, his brain was wide open, and his wounds were torn open, making it easier for the locusts to eat.

Looking at this bloody scene that could make a panic attack faint, Martin couldn't help it.

He put away the shotgun, returned to the car, took out a barrel of gasoline from the trunk and poured it on several tents where the locusts were kept, then lit a torch and threw it over.

The plastic sheet, which is very flammable by itself, quickly began to burn blazingly with the help of gasoline. In less than a minute, all the locust tents were completely swallowed by the huge flames.

Martin looked at the flames soaring into the sky in relief, and made a gesture of the cross on his chest, feeling that he had made a great contribution to God's cause.

Before he finished drawing the cross, the movements of his hands froze suddenly.

In the raging flames, a large number of locusts huddled together and flew out. The outer locust wings were ignited and fell to the ground, but the most numerous locusts at the core were basically unscathed. The gray locusts huddled together and flew into the sky. Looking at the flames from a distance, they covered the sky like a sandstorm.

Martin opened his mouth wide, staring dumbfounded at what was happening in front of him.

The locusts rushed into the flames, and within a short while, they took turns eating Virginie's body, leaving only the white bones.

Only then did Martin realize the danger. He turned around and tried to get into the car to escape, but he could run faster with two legs than with wings.

After eating Virginie, the locust swarm quickly focused on the living creature Martin who was still on the scene.

A large number of locusts swarmed up and surrounded Martin into a ball along the river.

Martin slapped his body vigorously, closed his eyes to prevent his fragile eyeballs from being attacked by locusts, and clawed his hands to pull away the locusts that pounced on his face first.

But the locusts were endless, and as soon as he pulled away some, new locusts filled up immediately.

Soon, his face was covered with blood from the sharp barbs on the locust legs, and the locusts greedily opened their mouths to suck the thin blood.

Martin walked forward with his eyes closed. Surrounded and impacted by a large number of locusts, he quickly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the locusts clinging to him kept wriggling their mouthparts, biting and cutting his skin.

Soon, the most delicate facial skin was torn open.

First the eyelids and lips, then the eyeballs and cheeks as they were bitten open.

The locusts evolved rapidly, and within a short while, their mouthparts were sharp enough to bite open Martin's clothing, and drilled into his body to find a suitable place to eat.

Martin screamed in pain, but soon the sound became a frightened "whoop whoop".

A large number of locusts crawled into his mouth when he opened his mouth to cry out in pain. He ignored the sharp barbs on the locust's legs and bit down hard, killing a few locusts near his teeth.

The discomfort caused by the foreign object made him vomit, and a large amount of acid water poured out of his stomach.

But this little impact could not help the locusts at all. They firmly fixed on Martin's soft tongue and mouth with their barbs, and continued to explore inwardly despite how he vomited.

The foreign body sensation in his throat and the pain all over his body, which was countless times more painful than Ling Chi, made old Martin want to pass out immediately. In such pain, he finally couldn't bear it, and raised the shotgun in his hand with his last strength, tremblingly aiming the muzzle at his head.

Pull the trigger.

"click"

Nothing happens.

He had poured all the remaining bullets from the shotgun on Virginie's body.

Martin, who could not wish to die, let out a painful wail, and was instantly drilled into his mouth by more locusts.

He writhed on the spot, and after more than a minute, he finally became silent and ushered in the final relief.

The swarm of locusts that had fed the two fell silent, densely covered the ground, and began to mate and lay eggs.

Some small locusts began to molt and grow. Their size became larger, their wings became shiny, their mouthparts became sharper, and the carapace on several joint limbs became harder. Compared with the previous locusts, it was a world of difference.

In the early morning of the next day, the number of locusts had doubled.

The locusts that covered the sky and the sun first flew to Martin's pasture. The locusts passed through and no grass grew. Soon after, only bones remained in the pasture.

Then the locusts rushed to the town, which smelled of more delicious food.

There are no more than a dozen people living in this spontaneously formed town due to breeding and animal husbandry.

The locusts flew in swarms, shattered the glass, and penetrated everywhere. Many residents of the small town were even felled by the locusts while they were asleep. They woke up in excruciating pain, and then fell into eternal sleep.

No one even had time to pass the news to the outside world. Soon, these people all became the prey of the locusts.

The appetite of the locusts, which have increased in number, also increased sharply. Without flesh and blood to eat, they aimed at plants and food.

As long as there is a little vitality in the wild, all the locust swarms will race into their stomachs and become the energy for the next round of evolution and reproduction.

As long as they have eaten blood, the reproductive ability of these locusts seems to be on the hook. After just one day, the overall number of locust swarms has doubled dozens of times.

After the second morning, the swarm had completely covered the town, forming a yellow cloud that stretched for several kilometers.

The insect swarm at the core gradually condensed into a looming black steed. A knight with no face appeared and vaguely said a word - "famine". Then, as if with a collective will, the insect swarm fluttered their wings together and flew towards the direction where the human breath was strongest.

(End of this chapter)