The little mice
Bao Tao, the manager of the slaughterhouse, has a close relationship with his younger brother Bao Dan. Whenever a fighting bull in the Colosseum dies, it will be sent to the slaughterhouse for the next step of fine processing.
From intact organs such as the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys to flesh, bones, and hair, all will be recycled.
It truly achieves waste utilization and recycling without wasting any resources.
Bao Tao is completely different from Bao Dan in his rudeness. From the outside, he looks like a shrewd businessman, and even his body is as thin and shriveled as a bamboo pole.
Steam suddenly gushed out from the pipes on the wall near the gate, and the rising hot air forced back the bullfighters approaching the gate.
Liu Xia suddenly grabbed the back of He Tianlin and Ding Ruotong's collars and retreated quickly. The steam brushed past their noses and almost sprayed all over their heads and faces. If they were not steamed to death, they would at least be burned.
Those who didn't have time to retreat were sprayed with high-temperature steam and screamed in pain, and soon became silent.
The corpse that fell to the ground first suddenly twitched violently, and dozens of bright silver threads suddenly emerged from under the melted skin, chasing after everyone.
The sharp-eyed He Tianlin immediately noticed the strangeness of the corpse: "What is that?"
Liu Xia's eyes were lost in thought, and he said softly with an expressionless face: "Butcher knife!"
Bao Tao did not seem to be in a hurry to kill these brothers' fighting bulls. Dozens of butcher knives connected with silver wires penetrated the bodies closest to the gate, accurately avoiding injuring their vital parts. The severe pain made these people just wail in pain but could not die.
"Little mice."
Bao Tao walked out of the steam, his overly slender limbs covered in a well-tailored dark red suit. His cheeks were deeply sunken, as if he were a dead man, and his voice was like a mixture of the wails of millions of people before their death.
He moved his fingers slightly, and the butcher knives that were stabbed into the flesh and bodies suddenly trembled together, causing people to emit a buzzing sound of pain.
"Thank you all for helping me deal with my useless brother." His voice was like a rusty scalpel scraping glass. "As a token of gratitude, please allow me to invite you to participate in my new project... the live body packaging experiment."
Bao Tao's eyes locked on Liu Xia, who was dozens of meters away. His cracked lips curved into a grin. "Are you the Liu Xia who killed my stupid brother? I'm very interested in your body now."
Liu Xia's pupils suddenly contracted. This dangerous aura was a pressure she had never felt when fighting with Bao Dan.
Bao Tao seemed to have lost interest in torturing the flesh and bodies pierced by the butcher knife. With a wave of his hands, the throats of the dozen or so people who were pinned by the butcher knife were instantly cut, and a large amount of blood spurted out from their necks, but no one suffered any damage to vital organs.
Blood splattered onto Bao Tao's dark red suit, making the color even brighter.
The bullfighters who had just been organized had never seen such a scene before. Those who were originally blood-thirsty retreated in fear to the depths of the cage, their fighting spirit all scared away by Bao Tao's skill.
Bao Tao's skinny knuckles made a crisp sound like a dead branch breaking, and dozens of bright silver threads flew towards Liu Xia in an instant.
"You retreat first!"
Liu Xia stepped forward, and the black heel of his shoe made a deep pit in the blood-stained ground. Instead of retreating, he moved forward, raised his hand and made a fist, and the sound of cloth tearing was heard in the air.
"Tear everything apart!"
This is the reward Liu Xia just got. It can tear everything apart!
Dozens of butcher knives flew towards Liu Xia's face in an instant, but it was as if they were torn apart by some irresistible force, and all shattered into powder and fell to the ground.
But it seemed that the range was still not wide enough, and a few fish still slipped through Liu Xia's tearing net, leaving a few shallow wounds on her arms and pants.
Bao Tao's dry eyes moved. Everything that had just happened was somewhat beyond his expectations.
“Bang, bang, bang!!!”
Three gunshots rang out behind him.
He Tianlin held up one of the few captured rifles, and the bullet pierced through the steam that had not yet dissipated and accurately shot into Bao Tao's right eye socket.
A blood mist exploded in his eye sockets, and Bao Tao took several steps back, covering his eyes from which purple blood was flowing.
Ding Ruotong also took the opportunity to throw the □□, and the flames instantly engulfed Bao Tao.
Before they had a chance to catch their breath, they heard Bao Tao's laughter mixed with the smell of diesel.
He tore open his burning dark red suit jacket in the fire. A strange beast core was embedded in his chest, beating slowly, and purple-black lines had spread all over his body.
He Tianlin was filled with disbelief and astonishment. "This madman actually used the core of a strange beast as a heart. It's full of radiation energy. How could it possibly withstand such a transformation?"
"Sister Xia, run! We can't beat this lunatic!"
Bao Tao leaped up from the ground, leaving dark purple footprints where he had stood. Ten long purple blades stained with radiation energy were embedded in his dry fingers. His dry voice hummed: "Your body belongs to me!"
"Get out of the way!"
Liu Xia did not retreat but advanced, folded his hands and tore them forward suddenly. The sound of cloth tearing rang out again and rushed towards Bao Tao's position.
"How many times can you tear it apart?" Bao Tao laughed strangely and stepped back to avoid Liu Xia's attack.
Liu Xia ignored him, waiting for his reaction. He turned the attack around and used the tearing force on the wall beside him.
Liu Xia easily tore a hole in the concrete mixed with metal. A foul draft came from the exposed side of the wall. Several tracks stained with blood and oil were clearly visible inside. They turned out to be the secret passage used by the Colosseum to transport corpses on weekdays.
Liu Xia said: "Go over quickly.
He Tianlin didn't bother to say anything more and obediently jumped into the crack.
Bao Tao was deceived and angrily threw the purple blade from between his fingers: "Liu Xia! You can't run away!"
"Oh, who are you trying to scare?"
Liu Xia had no expression on her face and was too lazy to pay attention to his nonsense. She kicked the flying blade that was flashing purple light away with the sole of her shoe. The purple blade brushed past Liu Xia's ear and pierced into the wall. She turned around and grabbed Ding Ruotong, grabbed the wall, and used the force to swing into the wall.
Ding Ruotong smashed the last bottle of □□ to the ground, and the rising wall of fire temporarily blocked Bao Tao's pursuit.
Liu Xia was puzzled, as Ding Ruotong seemed to be very familiar with this place.
Compared to He Tianlin and Liu Xia, whose bodies have been trained in the Colosseum, Ding Ruotong's physical fitness is obviously much weaker.
Liu Xia quickly took a look around. There were many rusty containers piled deep in the freight channel. Three dark red refrigerated trucks were quietly parked on the track. The butcher knife logo on them indicated that they were trucks used to transport corpses from the slaughterhouse.
Ding Ruotong tore off a piece of cloth from her body and wrapped it around Liu Xia's bleeding palm. She panted and said, "Turn left to the third passage. You can get out directly there."
This wound was discovered when Liu Xia pulled her just now. Every time it was torn, the crack in the palm line would deepen.
Bao Tao's sneer came from the corner. The purple-black radiation pattern had spread to his neck, and the core of the strange beast in his heart emitted a red light like molten iron.
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