Chapter 550

Looking at the muzzle in front of him, Chus opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. He didn't think about whether the other party would bite the hand that feeds him, but he didn't expect that the other party should be so cruel.

Please, sister, you are still trapped in the car, and the car is on fire. If you kill me, you can't escape.

But looking at each other's pair, like ink like eccentric eyes, Chus realized that the other might not be normal at all.

"Bang!"

Blood splashed on his face.

Chus blinked and looked at the woman whose skull should have cracked, but there was no scar on her head except blood. Slowly turning back, I saw two young people standing behind me, one tall and one short, one with a split head and the other with a flat head.

"You..."

As soon as Qiu Si opened his mouth, the female corpse trapped in the car suddenly ejected a thick black fog from his mouth, circled in the air for several times and flew far away.

"My Lord, what is that?"

Chus was so frightened that he sat on the ground.

"Nothing, just the devil." Dean stretched out his hand, pulled up Chus and said with a smile, "Hello, father, up to now, the whole town has not been possessed by demons. There should be only a few of us left."

"Devil?" Chus looked at Dean blankly. "How can I be sure that you two are not that kind of thing?"

Sam said in a deep voice, "holy water can do harm to those guys... Besides, if we are also demons, why did we save you just now?"

Chuss opened his mouth and felt that Sam's question was so reasonable that he didn't know how to answer it.

At this time, a Mercedes Benz car drove over. Zhen Leilei stretched out a gun from the window and pointed at Dean: "Hey, boys, let go of the priest. He is not a contestant."

Dean and Sam also turned around at the same time, raised their guns and aimed at Zhen Leilei: "we know he's not, but you must be?"

Zhen Leilei narrowed her eyes and a gun battle between the two sides was imminent.

Then Chus cried, "please, can we escape from this place first and someone else is coming."

Dean looked around. Sure enough, in the distance, men and women with weapons were coming this way.

Zhen Leilei hesitated and put down the gun first. Dean and the three quickly got on the bus. With the sound of fierce tire friction, the Mercedes Benz roared out.

"Where are we going now?"

Asked Sam, sitting in the co pilot's seat.

While driving, Zhen Leilei said coldly, "find a place where there is no one in front, and you can get off. As for where to go next, I don't care."

"Yes, but the priest must come with us."

Sam said coldly.

Zhen Leilei glanced at him: "no, he must be with me to ensure his safety."

"What a coincidence, beautiful lady," Dean, sitting in the back, sneered. "We must also ensure the safety of the priest."

Zhen Leilei clenched the pistol and said in a cold voice, "you don't understand. He's not a contestant, but he doesn't know why there are signals in his body. I must find a way to get the signal out of his body, or someone will always chase us. "

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, where the priest goes, where we go." Sam pointed his gun at Zhen Leilei carefully. "Don't do anything stupid, miss. We don't want to hurt anyone except the devil. "

"I said if we could stop arguing first. I'm very confused now. I don't know what happened." Qiu Si urgently said, "I'm just an ordinary priest. I live on the little subsidies issued by the holy see every month. I don't know how all this has anything to do with me!"

"Believe me, father, not only you don't understand, but we don't understand." Dean watched Zhen Leilei slowly put down the pistol. He relaxed and sat back in his seat. He closed his eyes and sighed, "since last night, I feel like I'm dreaming. What's TMD is a nightmare."

"By the way, where on earth is this?"

Dean opened his eyes and looked at Chus.

Chus took out his handkerchief, wiped the blood mist on his face, and muttered, "Oh, my God, you don't even know where it is. How did you get here?"

"What are you talking about? Where is this? "

Sam jerked back.

Chus was startled and stammered, "what's the matter with the town of dilocliffe?"

Sam took a deep breath. He recalled the note he found when he was cracking the fear virus case.

On that note, it was written "dilocliffe".

In the special space where Sharon is located.

Sam released his hand from Mike's forehead, turned to branders and said, "Okay, he's asleep."

"Her injury did not continue to deteriorate." Brandes's hand hovered over Filan's chest and frowned, "but she was a little strange. There was a special dark force hidden in her body. Maybe that's why she was sent here."

Sam came over and said, "is it all right for her to stay here?"

"I don't know. As long as the people or things involved with Sharon will become complex and confused, it's like being in the fog and can't see clearly."

Brandeis put down his hand, looked at the position where barbaris had just stood, and smiled strangely: "but I'm afraid the poor TV salesman will experience an unforgettable fantasy."

In American towns, there may be no supermarkets, restaurants or even hospitals, but there must be gun stores.

Whether it's big, small, formal or underground, in short, as long as you want to buy a gun, the name can find sales channels anywhere in the United States.

Like babaris, he's in a gun shop now.

"Hello, man, do you want to choose a handy weapon as a birthday present?" The gun shop owner wearing a cap warmly received him, "tell me, is it for self-defense or hunting?"

In fact, babaris didn't know about guns. After all, he was a devout believer before. Then he leaned over to a fourth-order angel and never had a chance to shoot. Fortunately, he vaguely remembered the weapons Dean and Sam had used.

"I want a gun so long and so thick that I can shoot such a large area with one shot."

Babaris stammered and stroked his hands in the air.

"Ha?"

The owner of the gun shop picked his eyebrow and understood that standing in front of him was a rookie: "listen to your description, what you need seems to be a shotgun."

Then the boss took down some guns from the back gun rack and put them on the counter: "come and have a look. Leimingdeng 870, m1300, M1887 and bernali M4 are all very classic models."

Looking at the stunned babaris, the boss smiled and waved his hand: "come on, pick it up and have a try."

Babaris trembled and carefully picked up a gun. The boss could see that he really didn't touch the gun. He didn't even know how to load the bullet. But he patiently taught him the most basic knowledge of shooting again and again.

Half a day later, babaris held the shotgun in his hand, nodded and said, "that's it."

"M1300, caliber 12, range 100, ammunition capacity 6 rounds, perfect choice." The boss said with a smile, "this kind of gun is most suitable for newcomers like you. You hardly need to aim. Just aim the muzzle at the target, then pull the trigger, and then give everything to this gun."

"... aim at the target... Pull the trigger..."

Babaris swallowed his saliva and gripped the handle of the gun with his fingers.