Chapter 1807: Resident Evil 2 (five)

This is a bar that looks abandoned for a long time, and all the furnishings in it look old and shabby.
The wooden wall with strange violent movie posters, the dusty wooden floor, the ceiling fan that rotates so slowly that it makes people suspect that it has no use, the storage cabinets with a large number of miscellaneous items, and the cardboard boxes that have been roughly opened. , A counter with a lot of empty wine bottles, and a dark red single sofa that is the most complete and new in the entire "bar". A big red coat is placed on the armrest of the sofa, and a side is leaning Silver Great Sword.
With white hair and blue eyes, with a free and unrestrained look, "Kora", wearing only a pair of leather pants, was leaning back on the sofa in a daze. No, judging from the focus of his constantly moving eyes, he was looking at him about a meter or so. Something in the "air".
But there is nothing there.
Creak.
Creak.
Slightly—
The old ceiling fan above his head continued to rotate for a few times, and finally stopped overwhelmed.
At the same time, a bald middle-aged man who looked like a priest wearing a blue-black stand-collar gown opened the door and walked into the bar.
"The shop hasn't opened yet." "Sora"'s eyes didn't shift to him at all.
"My dear Arkham, I brought the invitation from the master of Vergil on the'prom', and I also ask Mr. Dante to honor him." The bald man took out a black invitation letter from his pocket, and then Said in a hoarse and weird voice.
"Arkham? Why don't you run around in Gotham's lunatic asylum?" "Kong" replied casually, "I'm very busy. I want to help people beat zombies. I don't have time to go to any strange dance party."
"If you don't accept the invitation, I will be very troubled." The bald man who claimed to be Ackham completely ignored Kong's refusal. "If you insist, I can only force you to accept it."
Sneer—
Following Arkham's words, the invitation letter that was originally the size of an ordinary magazine in his hand shrank suddenly, becoming only the size of a playing card, and its edges flashed with a strange black light at the same time.
"Oh? [Does the ability of Yanfeng Qili's identity as a clown come from here]?" "Sora" finally turned his eyes to Arkham: "[There seems to be a problem with the chronological order, but this is for'her' It’s just a basic operation.]"
boom! Squeak!
Arkham raised his hand and threw the black poker towards the "empty", but the thing that was clearly made of paper made a roar of breaking the sound barrier and the trembling of metal products.
Cang!
"Kong" stood up, picked up the silver-white sword leaning on the sofa backhand, and directly hit the "invitation letter" frontally.
Boom, boom, boom, squeak!
The black poker was not stopped or destroyed. Instead, it bounced around with the help of this slashing force. It first shot down the ceiling fan, then pierced the storage cabinet, and then tore the cardboard box. After rubbing a white mark on the bar, it went straight. Shoot towards the "empty" heart.
boom!
"Kong" drew his gun from his waist without looking back, and hit the insidious playing card in the blind corner of his vision with a backhand shot.
When the playing cards were slowly falling, he turned his gun to Arkham again: "It seems that your invitation was not successful, Bald."
"No, my invitation has arrived. I will wait for your visit with the master." Arkham stroked his chest with his hand, bowed slightly, and then disappeared with the purple pentagram that suddenly appeared at his feet. not see.
"Damn..." "Kong" took up the big sword and looked around.
Wow! Huh! Huh! Click!
The positions hit by that poker card all showed the same magic circle as Arkham used when he escaped, and the "invitation letter" dropped even four positions.
At the same time as the magic circle emerged, a dozen or so heads were holding a giant sickle, with a shriveled and weird figure, and a strange monster like a scarecrow appeared from it, and launched an attack on "Sora" without hesitation.
"It's really troublesome..." Faced with more than a dozen sickles, "Sora" even put away the gun, raised his hand and combed back the hair scattered in front of his forehead, and then, when the sharp blade of the scarecrow monster was about to come, The silver-white sword in the other hand suddenly turned into a zigzag bright lightning, illuminating the entire bar as bright as day.
Ga—Ka—
All the "scarecrows", no matter where they were originally, the posture they had before the "flash" were frozen and unable to move. At the same time, something pure black like mist emerged from them, and their bodies were also Then gradually dissipated.
"It's really troublesome, [I thought I wouldn't start the plot so soon]," "Sora" ignored those "scarecrows" who were stuck in the air and dissipating in a way that violated the rules of physics, and picked them up and placed them on the armrests of the sofa. His coat walked outside the bar: "It must be [Nero]’s fault."
Outside the bar, there is an empty and misty street. The only thing that illuminates them is the crimson sign on the door of the bar made up of inferior light bulbs:
[DevilMayCry]
scare! Huh! Cuckoo!
"Sora" walked out of the bar door only two, and the strange screams sounded again. At the same time, there were monsters with wings, or holding bows and crossbows, or with large shields, which were similar to those "scarecrows". Appearing in the purple circle that appeared everywhere, they not only exceeded the scarecrow by more than three times in number, but from the configuration point of view, the "empty" equipment was also specially adjusted.
"I'm blatant..." "Sora" looked at the monsters occupying various advantageous terrains and was preparing to attack him in all directions, and said depressedly to the sky: "You plan to let your brother deal with this demon alone. Army?"
On the streets crowded with demons, no one responded to him except the devil's roar and the sound of weapons rubbing.
"Well, it seems that my sister is unreliable, I can only rely on myself." "Kora" shrugged pretendingly, and threw the silver big sword aside, and raised his hand to throw up the red coat he was carrying.
As if it were some kind of signal, the densely packed demons attacked "Sora" at the same time.
Under the cover of the floating coat, "Kong" backhand pulled out another pure white pistol from the holster on the other side, which was completely opposite in color to that black pistol, but with basically the same shape, and accurately placed the muzzle of the pistol. Point to the nearest demon.
Bang bang...
Boom!
Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi—
Before "Kong" fired two shots, the roar of motorcycles and the roar of missiles breaking through the air came from a very high altitude.
In the next moment, a silver-white vehicle with multiple ice-blue heavy motorcycles dropped from the sky. At the same time, a small missile dropped like a torrential rain.
While the motorcycle squashed the demon holding a large shield, the missiles also swept away the demon on the street.
Boom! Boom boom boom—
After the gunpowder smoke was blown away, "White" riding on the motorcycle opened the eyepiece of the helmet and looked at "Kong": "Brother, what did you just say?"
"Huh huh," "Sora" put himself into the coat that he had just fallen down: "I said, my sister's fighting style is very handsome."
Creak... boom!
The tattered, overwhelmed bar collapsed in the aftermath of the missile explosion.
"...And it has nothing to do with the collapse of the Demon Hunter Office."