Hardcore crisis

NO!

The dazzling blue flame jumped up instantly, and in just a blink of an eye, the blazing red flame completely covered the water ball and immediately turned into a veritable fireball!

God, such a fireball of 700 to 800 degrees Celsius has no support around it. It is just suspended in the air and burning. The weirdness of the situation is enough to scare anyone.

No one, including Eddie, had seen the power of the devil before, but the intimidating power of the fruit knife really couldn't be compared with this scene, especially the group that followed immediately. The fireball quickly extended, and under the control of unknown and invisible forces, a miniature version of the fire dragon vividly appeared in front of Eddie.

Dumbfounded, dumbfounded, dumbfounded...

This is the adjective that best expresses Eddie's expression at this time. Please forgive him, he has never truly believed in God in this life, but from now on, God may still not exist, but the power of the devil definitely exists in this world. .

Flying in the air with its fangs and claws, this fire dragon made of flames was swimming in the factory like a lively fish, moving with so much intelligence that an uninformed person would really think that this fire dragon was alive. However, the fire dragon that was definitely formed by the burning of gasoline suddenly split apart after several rounds, forming two lines of fire that circled around and collided with each other.

This time it's not a fire dragon, it's...how to describe it, a person?

A humanoid figure made of fire?

Eddie tripped over again in embarrassment due to the screw under his feet. He was horrified to see the flaming humanoid, whose face was gradually becoming clearer. Even though it was not refined, he could roughly distinguish the facial features.

There were two horns with threaded barbs on the head, and a pair of flying wings with flaming eyes on the back. He looked down at Eddie on the ground and slowly stretched out his right hand.

demon!

What is this if it's not a demon?

Holding his breath, cold sweat kept flowing down his forehead. Feeling the hot air coming from Pyro, Eddie hurriedly moved back a few meters. He was so nervous that he didn't even notice what he was shouting.

Fortunately, the burning time of gasoline is limited. After a while, the suspended fireman gradually extinguished. Only the lingering smell of gasoline still proved that what he just saw was not an illusion.

Lu Yuan, who was far away in another world, nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the control and influence ability of this telepathic nature had greatly increased after the explosion, and he could control liquids such as gasoline more accurately. , thus creating the image of the burning man.

If this is the case, more tests will be needed to develop and research this ability. Lu Yuan has already come up with several ideas at this moment, and this Eddie is an important chess piece to realize his ideas. Rather than developing NZT-48 in the real world, I don’t know how many difficulties we have to go through. It is better to use Eddie to find out the real culprit behind the scenes in the world of Never Ending, and then improve NZT-48 in this world, and find out Once a method to control side effects comes out, this is definitely a better way.

While he was still thinking there, Eddie in the opposite world had already climbed up from the ground in panic. He didn't care about the cell phone that fell on the ground and ran towards the outside of the factory in embarrassment.

Lu Yuan shook his head. Before Eddie took NZT, he was really not much different from ordinary people. He was even more useless in terms of living ability. He ate his girlfriend's soft rice. In the end, his girlfriend couldn't stand it anymore and left him directly. If NZT hadn't changed his destiny, this guy's fate would have been miserable... But in comparison, Lu Yuan himself doesn't seem to be able to talk about his elder brother as his second brother?

All in all, Eddie needs to continue to train, otherwise he will die. Then Lu Yuan cannot predict how the world of Never Ending will change. If he loses the protagonist, he will no longer be able to exert an influence on the world. , the plan failed.

woo woo woo woo……

The roaring sound of motorcycle engines suddenly came from outside the factory. Eddie, who had just run to the door of the factory, watched in confusion as a dozen big men riding heavy motorcycles drove in from outside the factory. They were wearing black leather jackets and had large arms. He has tattoos, screams and laughs wildly, and you can tell at a glance that he is not an ordinary person.

New York, an international metropolis with a population of nearly tens of millions, is not as beautiful as outsiders imagine. Underneath its glamorous side, there are countless illegal immigrants and criminals, in communities that the middle class and upper class disdain. Inside, sometimes even the police dare not patrol alone, which shows how bad it is.

As for these guys who like to ride heavy motorcycles roaring past at night, Eddie has not seen it before. Once, a poor black man was hit in the back of the head with an iron plier by these guys roaring from behind. They all fell in.

It's lawless. In these poor communities without surveillance cameras, the dead are black people. Even the police don't bother to pay attention. It would be better if they could collect the bodies, pour them into cement and throw them into the river. There is no need to clean up the bodies. .

Chichi...

A motorcycle stopped first, and then a dozen or so others rushed forward and rushed into the factory. They quickly formed a circle with Eddie as the center. The big man wearing sunglasses smiled ferociously and said: Hey, man, why did you enter our territory?

Behind the big man, a smoky woman with purple hair lay lazily on the big man's shoulder, staring at Eddie curiously.

Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I didn't want to enter your territory, it was just for some reason... so...

Eddie raised his hands to show that he had no weapons and no ill intentions.

It's a pity that these people are always causing trouble, let alone a stranger who has stepped into their territory.

He was probably the leader of the team. The big man smiled, and the scars on his face rolled up like a centipede. He stared at Eddie maliciously: I guess you are Mork's subordinate, right... How dare that bastard send When someone comes over, I want him to know that I am not someone who can let others pee on my head, so let me catch him.

Oh oh oh……

A group of people screamed, and while Eddie shouted Wait a minute, they grabbed him and dragged the homemade cross out from under the scrapped equipment. Regardless of Eddie's explanation, they tied his whole body with iron chains. Tied to the cross.

Hahaha.

Laughing wildly at the embarrassed Eddie, these people began to suggest how to torture him.

I have a way. Cut off all his fingers, put them in a box and give them to that bastard Mock. It will definitely make that bastard sick for a week.

What's so disgusting about fingers? Cut off his head and send it over.

There were so many people making suggestions that the leader was a little annoyed and shouted: Shut up, everyone!

The people around him immediately fell silent and looked at the leader to see what he thought.

You trash, do you want to embarrass us? Mock started doing this kind of thing when he was thirteen years old. If you do it like you do, that bastard will laugh to death from your stupid behavior.

So we have to find a new way to play.

The leader licked his lips with a grin, Chop off his thighs, roast them and send them away. Who has the best roasting skills here?

Let me do it.

The woman with extremely smoky makeup recommended herself with great interest.

Okay, I'll leave it to you then. If it doesn't taste good, you **** can't even think about getting out of bed.

The bloody conversation with no one around showed that this group of people usually do such things. In fact, Eddie turned pale when he heard them mention the name Mock. Mock is a big drug lord in the nearby community and controls It is said that even the police can't do anything to him in the streets with the most wealth. The forces that can fight against drug lords can still live well, but he will be in bad luck no matter what.

Hearing the leader's words, the people around him cheered. It seemed that this cruel and bloody thing was very interesting to them. Some people even competed over who would cut off Eddie's thigh.

Ding ding...

Um?

The cell phone that fell to the ground suddenly made a noise, causing everyone to turn their attention away from Eddie and focus on the cement floor behind him.

The woman picked up the phone curiously, looked at it, and then handed it to the leader.

Are you ready?

A line of words on the screen made the big white man covered in tattoos scratch his head. He held the phone in his backhand and pointed it at Eddie: Is this your phone?

Oh, NO! [Some book friends said that in childhood, what the hell is this? Do you want the protagonist to get Yang Mi’s shoes and socks? Please stop making trouble. 】