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Chapter 61 - 53: Skinless Monster (Please Follow!)

Chapter 61: Chapter 53: Skinless Monster (Please Follow!)

Because of the bloody murder.

The motel had temporarily closed.

Returning to the motel.

Brian walked to the counter and rang the bell.

Momentarily.

The owner, looking like Dave, came down from upstairs with a broom in hand, "Officer, is there anything I can assist you with?"

Not sure if it was an illusion.

Brian felt the owner’s pale face had become even whiter.

This whiteness was not the color of skin.

But the pallor of skin after losing blood.

Brian didn’t look further, yawned, and spoke lazily, "Buddy, what’s your name?"

The owner put the broom down, slowly wiped his hands, before finally speaking, "Alba, but my friends call me Dilam."

"Dilam?"

Brian somewhat awkwardly repeated, "That pronunciation doesn’t sound like it’s from the United States, does it?"

Alba nodded,

"Yes, it’s French from the Empire, meaning ’idiot.’

I’m an immigrant from France, was quite slow and dumb as a child, so my friends liked to call me Dilam. Over time, I’ve grown quite fond of the nickname — it reminds me of the happy times in my childhood."

Brian shrugged, "Alright then, Alba, it’s too boring here, I want to practice my gun skills, any suitable open space around?"

"Of course," Alba said with a light chuckle, pointing behind the motel, "Two thousand meters that way, there is an abandoned lumber mill. It has been deserted for many years, and usually, nobody goes there. I go there once in a while to shoot, sometimes even bag a few birds."

"Sounds good."

Brian’s eyes lit up, "Buddy, close up, let’s go check it out together."

"No problem!"

Alba walked to the counter, slung his shotgun on his back, locked the door, hung up a ’closed for business’ sign, got into a pickup truck with the limping Brian, turned into a side path, and they drove off in the opposite direction from where Susan and the others went.

...

The side path was fairly smooth.

But surrounded by overgrown weeds.

Clearly, it was seldom traveled.

Brian, looking at the increasingly remote surroundings, pulled out his pistol to inspect it.

Alba, who was driving, glanced over, curiously remarked, "That looks like a pretty new gun."

"Yes, because it’s newly issued," Brian said, unlocking the safety, aiming out the window, "Actually, this is my first time carrying a gun. Oddly enough, my colleagues seem to prefer second-hand guns."

Hearing this, a smile flickered in Alba’s eyes.

He glanced at Brian’s handsome face and explained, "New guns need breaking in, second-hand guns tend to be more accurate."

"Is that so?"

Brian turned, pensive, "But a new gun can kill just the same, can’t it?"

"What?"

Alba thought he had misheard, looking puzzled at Brian.

The next moment.

Bang~

A bullet precisely penetrated his eye socket, entering the soft brain tissue unprotected by his skull...

Alba’s remaining eye bulged as his body shook violently like a fish out of water.

As he trembled.

Under Alba’s skin on his face, it seemed as if countless meat tendrils writhed, pushing the thin layer of skin into uneven mounds, as though numerous meat worms were burrowing within!

This macabre scene.

Despite Brian’s anticipation, still sent shivers and goosebumps all over his body!

What kind of monster was this!?

He didn’t dare hesitate.

Bang, bang, bang~

Not until the magazine was empty.

Did Brian grab the steering wheel and stop the vehicle.

He had used the popular Glock 17 9mm caliber pistol with a 17-round capacity.

A whole seventeen bullets!

Turned Alba’s face into a hornet’s nest.

What was strange,

The wounds exhibited no trace of blood flow; instead, densely packed meat buds the color of damning red grew rapidly through the bullet holes, wriggling in the air, making one’s scalp tingle.

"Fuck!"

"Is he dead or what!"

Brian didn’t dare get close, grabbing his cane as he got out of the car.

...

Just as he got out.

Ding-dong~

The crisp sound of a bullet hitting the steering wheel rang out.

Brian, who was reloading his magazine, had his pupils contract sharply.

He saw those red meat buds wriggling, actually pushing the bullets that had entered his cheeks and head out one by one.

Alba’s remaining eye quickly started rotating again.

"Fuck!"

"Susan said that even a headshot would kill a Highly Polluted Mutant with one bullet!"

Brian didn’t dare hesitate, lifted his handgun, aimed at Alba’s head, and pulled the trigger again.

This time, however, Alba didn’t give Brian a chance. He turned around, letting the bullets penetrate his back, and staggered off the car. Without even looking, he grabbed the shotgun, aimed from the car door toward Brian, and pulled the trigger.

Brian reacted extremely fast, collapsing to the ground.

Bang~

This shotgun was actually loaded with a slug!

The massive force of the slug burst a considerable hole right through the door of the pickup.

A large amount of metal door fragments flew everywhere, shredding the weeds on the path into large pieces.

"Ah!"

"I want you dead!"

Alba let out a frantic howl, ripping off his clothes, tearing the tattered skin from his body to reveal his entirely red and twisted appearance with countless wriggling flesh tendrils, as the bullets embedded in his body got forcefully expelled.

Each bullet that fell to the ground seemed to drop onto Brian’s heart.

Damn.

This scene was nothing like what Susan had described!

...

After expelling all the bullets from his body.

The skinless, blood-red Alba, with a ferocious smirk on his face, said, "You little bug, I’m going to peel off your skin with my own hands, and then with your identity, I will..."

Before he could finish.

A bullet accurately passed through his open mouth and into his throat.

After the shot.

Brian immediately got back on the ground, peering under the car chassis, staring intently at Alba’s feet.

This time.

Brian saw it clearly.

The bullet that had entered Alba’s throat, after puncturing the muscle in his mouth, got stopped by a layer of red mesh underneath it!

There was some foreign substance implanted in the guy’s head!

What kind of cyberpunk Mutant is this!!!

No wonder so many bullets hadn’t killed him!

Alba too was startled by this bullet.

He didn’t dare dawdle, clutching the shotgun, he went around the vehicle, intending to confront Brian face to face.

But just as he took a step.

Alba was horrified to find that his feet seemed out of control, like a cerebral palsy patient, sending out signals with no coordination, he staggered and fell to the ground, his remaining eye meeting Brian’s, who was lying on the ground, staring straight at him.

A glint of joy crossed Brian’s face.

He understood!

The first bullet that had entered Alba’s eye socket had not been in vain.

The inner membrane of the eye bone, which was closest to the brain.

Even with Alba’s weird mesh defense, the impact of the bullet had shaken his brain nerves!

Brian’s face broke into a malicious grin.

He always loved shooting from the shadows and bullying the weak!

...

"FK!"

Alba hadn’t expected to fall.

This fall sent the shotgun in his hand tumbling to the side.

As numerous blood-red flesh tendrils on his body wriggled, trying to push him toward the fallen firearm, a hand got there first, grasping the shotgun’s stock.

Brian picked up the shotgun, whistled, and aimed the thick muzzle of the shotgun at Alba.

Alba’s single eye flashed with madness, his hands propped on the ground, his whole body’s bloody muscles bulging, about to pounce.

Whoosh~

A slug as thick as a grown man’s thumb ejected at close range.

The tremendous force sent Alba’s body, with half a brain missing, flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground...

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