Most of the nights in Boston are bright and moonlit. Mike leaned on his balcony, holding a can of unknown small-brand beer in his hand, looking at the moon outside, humming a little and sighing deeply.
Mike lived on the fifth floor. As he looked at the cars coming and going downstairs, a bitter feeling rose in his heart.
He is a native of Boston, and naturally works and lives in Boston, but due to recent events, his source of income has been lost.
Although there is a subsidy from the government, how can that little money be enough for their family of five to live on?
He originally worked as a warehouse manager at the Boston docks, but something that happened not long ago made him temporarily unemployed.
Why? Because the Port of Boston was closed, and it was said that it would take at least six months for it to reopen.
But then again, even if the Boston Harbor opened immediately, Mike didn't plan to go to work... After all, such a horrible thing happened in the Boston Harbor, and it wouldn't be a good thing if it happened again.
Income is important, but Mike feels his life is more important.
"well."
Mike sighed and took another sip of beer, feeling that life was becoming increasingly boring.
If I had money would I still live in this place?
Mike thought angrily that living in Boston used to be a happy idea for him, but now it was all gone.
Do I have to go out and do something else?
Mike thought to himself that no one knew Mike's true identity.
A long time ago, Mike was a professional robber, roaming the streets at night with a gun, robbing people of their money and raping them of their women.
However, after having a family and a career for so long, he rarely goes out to rob, and the number of times he went out in the past year is no more than five times.
Just as Mike had this thought, a cool breeze blew across his face. Mike couldn't help but shudder, and he began to wonder in his mind: "What a shitty weather! It's only July, why is it so cold?!"
The weather was getting colder and colder, and it felt like being in winter. This made Mike feel a little weird: it was summer, and he couldn't speak because of the hot weather. Why did it become so cold?
Suddenly, a wisp of snowflakes floated down from the sky, and then more and more snowflakes floated down. This feeling made people feel a little... weird.
The snowflakes continued to fall slowly from the sky. What was even more strange was that the snowflakes did not cover the ground at all when they fell, as if nothing had happened!
"No! No!"
Mike's eyes gradually changed from curiosity to horror!
This feeling is right!
The strange and indescribable familiar feeling of snowing today was also felt two months ago!
Two months ago...Mike was a warehouse keeper at Boston Harbor and witnessed with his own eyes the six-armed giant that emerged from the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean!
At that time, the waves were even flowing backwards, which was almost the same as the snow in July today. It was the same feeling of horror and fear!
"Run! I want to run!"
Mike trembled and muttered, and the can of beer in his hand fell to the ground, but the beer in the can was visibly solidified...
A cold fog swept towards the building where Mike was. Before Mike turned around and opened the balcony door, the bone-chilling cold fog had already enveloped Mike.
Almost in an instant, the tall and strong man weighing nearly 200 pounds turned into a pile of bones. Not a trace of flesh and blood remained, and all that was left was ice chips all over the ground.
The cold fog was flying all over the sky, and the crowd on the street who were originally talking and laughing disappeared in an instant.
The cold fog did not spread quickly. After seeing the tragic scene behind them, those lucky people who were not affected by the cold fog began to crawl and flee, crying.
An irregular black giant suddenly appeared at one end of the city. The black giant had no limbs and no eyes on its head. It looked more like a black balloon than a giant!
"What is that?!"
"OMG, what is this? Run!"
"Stop looking! Run, run!"
"Where are the government?! Where is the army?!"
There was a commotion on the street, and everyone was in chaos. No one was spared. It was cold and gloomy everywhere!
The Boston government office has received intelligence that the government agencies are in chaos. Countless phone calls are coming in and out, and they are all asking one thing, that is, where the army has gone.
The governor kept calling the general. When the call was connected, he ignored all the politeness and shouted, "General Allen! Forget the lab! A terrifying monster has suddenly appeared in Boston and has caused hundreds of casualties. Bring the troops back!"
"Ahem... That monster must be the Grim God of Chilled Bones, it emerged from the laboratory. Our army has been nearly annihilated, with only about a thousand survivors, half of whom are seriously injured... We are powerless."
The governor was silent as he listened to General Allen's words.
He didn't know what to say, so he could only take deep breaths and try his best to stay calm and not lose his composure.
"Mr. Governor, the cold mist exhaled by the black monster that appeared on the streets of Sappho District is disappearing. According to our analysis, this cold mist can turn all living things into dry bones."
An official hurried to the governor and reported solemnly, "Thank God, this cold fog dissipated after killing hundreds of people."
"Yeah?"
The governor regained hope. He leaned against the official and asked, "Strange... where is the gloomy and cold god now?"
The gloomy and cold god?
The official was startled by the name, but he quickly recovered and said to the governor, "The Grim and Chilling God has remained in the Sappho District and has not taken any further action. The people around him have been evacuated by the National Guard. The National Guard would like to ask if you would like to launch an offensive against him?"
"He didn't move, just in the Sappho area?"
The governor hesitated for a moment. He quickly walked to the French window and looked through the window of his office in the direction of the Sappho District. He vaguely saw a towering black shadow.
Is that...the God of Cold Bones?
The governor narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Don't move yet. Since He hasn't chosen to continue wreaking havoc, we shouldn't provoke Him."
After saying that, the governor sighed and continued to look at the towering black giant in the distance, his eyes feeling a little uncomfortable.
And in a place invisible to everyone, above the black giant's head, there seemed to be several invisible strings controlling the giant's actions.
The owner of the string came from above the clouds, looking down at the whole of Boston calmly.
Jingchuan.
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