Chapter 1290： Animal awakening monster avatar

"Release the anger in your heart!"

A voice that seems to be a beast is coming from Rama Mujam's ear and facing such a strange situation. Rama Mujam immediately struggled to raise his head.

He is looking for the source of this voice, because he is sure that the agents who are confessing to himself have not made such a voice. The sound came so close that it was like squeezing out from the eyes of your own nephew. But will you make such a voice? Rama Mujam already had an answer in his heart, and this answer made him feel even more surprised and horrified.

"Who is who is talking!"

As the saying goes, I don’t want to lose my heart in the middle of my life. Rama Mujam apparently runs counter to this statement. He has done too much to lose money, whether it is to kill his teammates or to kill civilians in Mumbai. Everything can be said to be evil and will be condemned. He also understood this, so when there was such a strange event around him, he immediately jumped up in shock.

In this case, he has not even been concerned about the penalty that will be imposed on himself. Instead, it screamed so loudly at the air around him.

And his embarrassment also scared the agents. They thought they were discovered, so they immediately turned the gun off to their back. But when they found out there was nothing, a kind of teasing anger was immediately on their minds.

"Put his mouth, don't let him continue to say this boring nonsense. Delay time? How much time do you think you can delay!"

The lead agent did not say so well to Rama Mujam, but Rama Mujam did not care what he said at the moment. He has already put all his attention on the voice in his ear. And that voice is now saying to him.

"Release your anger and release your tyranny and fierceness! Look at the people around you, they are already watching you as a prey, they want to tear your flesh, bite your bones, devour you The internal organs. If you are so indifferent, you can only be swallowed up by them a little bit. Do you want to be like them? Do you want to be killed by them, and then take everything that belongs to you? Tell me the answer, Rama Mujam Sen! Tell me what you are going to do!"

"What do you want me to do?" Blocked his mouth, Rama Mujam could barely make a whimper from his throat. And such a voice did not mean that the existence lurking around him confused him. He made a horrible hoarse laughter and then said to Rama Mujam word by word.

"I want you to let go of yourself. I want you to let go of your own anger and animalistic restrictions. Let go of those senseless rationalities and give your body all your instinct. Only then can you save yourself." Only then can you take back your own belongings from these guys with your own hands. Come on, Rama Mujam, do what I said. At this time, you have more choices. ?"

This eccentric request did not make Rama Mujam have any heartbeat, but instead made his heart more fearful. Because of such requirements, it is not like what kind of good things will come up. And if you do whatever you want, you will probably let yourself fall into a very terrible situation.

Therefore, even if the agents have begun to bring him great pain, he has been continually screaming and screaming. But he still didn't do what the voice said. Even at this time, he struggled to ask such a question to the voice.

"What the **** are you? What do you want from me?"

"Do you still have a feeling of concern about this issue? Look at your side and see what they have done to you. You are so indifferent to them, and so careless about me? Very good, since that is the case. Then you are slow Slowly taste the pain. If you can behave as firmly as I am in their hands, I will tell you what my identity is!"

With such a ridiculous saying, the voice has slowly subsided. At this time, Rama Mujam immediately felt the horrible pain of his own body. His knuckles, the flesh that he was exposed to, were already cruelly broken and cut by these agents. Agents are using professional methods to stimulate the nerves that fall into him. And this irritating action is constantly giving him painful torture.

At this time, Rama Muqam is already feeling like a life. The pain that is constantly coming from the nerves has made him irresistible. He can't control the natural reactions in his body, and he can't control the despair and anger in his heart. Especially when the head of the agent looked at his appearance and looked scornfully twisting his arm, this despair and anger burst out like a volcano.

At this time, he has not been able to take care of the consequences. He was desperately chosen to choose between the agents who were tortured to death and fallen into the hands of an unknown existence.

"Okay, just listen to you. Release anger, animalism. You want me to do this, I will do it! As long as you can let me stop all this, as long as you can let me solve these **** bastards. No matter what, I am following what you said. Come, let me see, what can you do for me!"

Struggling out of the heart and shouting such a voice, Rama Mujam has already let go of his own control of reason. And just as he completely let go of the control, a burst of mad laughter has been introduced into his ears.

"Yes, that's it, that's it. Let go of your body and mind and give me all the rest. I can assure you that these people will pay for their actions, they must have only one way to die!" ”

The darkness drowned the sight of Rama Mujam like the tide, and the flame swept his heart like a tsunami. In a very short period of time, Rama Mujam has completely lost control of his body, and instead he is the layer of black tight armor on his body, like a life squirming, put him The whole person was surrounded.

An unexpected thing happened to all the agents. They watched Rama Mujam, who was still unable to resist, suddenly as if he had possessed the power of the gods, and directly flew out the two agents who were pressing on him like sandbags. At the same time, a layer of dark black is like a stream of water, spreading from his torso to the surrounding.

It is a thing like a soft mud, obviously it should be a dead thing, but it creeps up to give people the illusion of life. In this special peristalsis, the black ooze has quickly passed over Rama Mujam's limbs and head, and he wrapped the whole person in a complete package.

This is a terrible situation, because Rama Mujam, which is completely wrapped in black, can easily create an illusion that he is about to suffocate. However, it is impossible to suffocate anything, because this layer of soft mud quickly became a breathable veil after wrapping his head. As it became thinner, it slowly became abstracted from the human head. It looks like a monster's head, showing his eyes and mouth.

Just looking at the appearance, he already has a fearful capital. And his capital is far more than that. As the part of the skull became a monster, Rama Mujam's wrapped hands and feet became huge claws like beasts.

Because of the initial torture, Rama Mujam’s fingers and arms were already distorted into a weird angle. However, under the wrap of this layer of black mud, these injuries, which should have been very serious, are no longer a problem that is bothersome.

Those fingers, those joints, and the tightness of the soft mud wrapped and moved quickly gave off a burst of squeaky noise. They were completely corrected, and although the process was inevitable, it ended up with a satisfying result.

In the face of such a result, Rama Mujam, who has changed into a monster, snorted like a beast, and then directly reached out and caught a stunned agent who was stunned by his changes.

The combination of huge claws is like smashing an egg, and the head of the agent is pinched directly. While watching the blood and brains flowing in his palm, Rama Mujam, who has changed into a monster, sends out a sinister laughter, and sticks out a black snake-like tongue, squeezing against these things. The ground is up.

"Human flesh and blood! It's really a taste that I haven't eaten for a while!"

With the tongue stuffing these things into the mouthpiece, the monster makes such a sound. And when I heard this voice, all the agents seemed to be mad, shooting at him desperately. Of course, this has no use.

Huang Chengcheng’s bullet hit him, just like losing his kinetic energy before he stopped at the black skin. In the face of such a powerless attack, the monster is already laughing low, like a black lightning, fluttering over to those agents.

He is a natural hunter, a gathering of countless terrible creatures. In this capacity to face a group of agents who are only ordinary people, the result is already doomed. Death, and destruction. This is the only thing he can do and the only thing he can do. And now, he is already carrying them, flying around!