Some say that life and death are not a big deal.
But for a man, there is one thing as important as life and death!
Of course, this does not apply to gay men.
As a true man, Ronan absolutely cannot tolerate a critical strike. He raised his gun, preparing to shoot.
A tremendous force suddenly emerged out of nowhere, pushing him away again!
The ritual dagger in the hands of the burly girl with dark skin began to fall!
While Ronan's body lost balance, his steel-clawed hand remained steady as a mountain. His right hand's gun was raised but got deflected as expected!
At the same time, Ronan flung his left hand, throwing the long dagger!
The gun in his right hand was just a decoy, a bait!
Lana could only watch helplessly; she couldn't use her telekinesis twice simultaneously!
Clang!
Ronan crashed into a table, wincing in pain!
"Ah!"
Quinni let out a scream that could have brought down the ceiling. The long dagger was stuck in her left shoulder. In the intense pain, she loosened her grip, and the ritual dagger fell to the ground.
Ronan's target was originally a lethal vital point, but due to the loss of balance, the knife missed its mark.
Lana used telekinesis repeatedly, her head throbbing in pain, shouting, "Quinni!"
The brown-haired muscular man picked up a short shotgun from somewhere, shook off the entangling voodoo zombies, and fired a shot towards Lana's direction.
Lana could only deal with the brown-haired man.
Ronan reacted quickly; his gun pointed upward, and he pulled the trigger. The M9 fired a bullet that pierced Quinni's forehead!
Her obese body collapsed like a mountain of flesh. Lana was stunned for a moment, then raised her gun and fired multiple shots towards Ronan.
Ronan had already rolled behind a pillar in the hall.
Lana twisted her hand on the wall, and the nearest window, an iron-barred gate, slowly rose.
The mentor made a mistake and severely underestimated the target's strength!
They originally thought it would be an easy task, but the combat power turned out to be unexpectedly formidable.
Quinni was dead, and Lana didn't want to die with her here.
Boom!
The sound of the shotgun echoed, and two of the voodoo zombies serving as cover fell.
Lana turned to look at the brown-haired man. She activated telekinesis instantly, causing him to fly backward as if hit by a car, crashing into a wooden bar counter.
The brown-haired man firmly held the shotgun, reloading and shooting skillfully, blasting the approaching voodoo zombie's head. At the same time, he warned, "Voodoo Cult never lets grudges go. Don't let the little witch escape! They will come back for revenge, and none of us will survive!"
Ronan continuously shot and killed the voodoo zombies protecting Lana.
Pedro had been crouching under the table, but upon hearing the brown-haired man's voice, he mustered up the courage to extend his gun.
His marksmanship was average, making it hard to hit someone at a distance. So he aimed at the window with the rising iron gate and fired multiple shots.
Lana hid behind a pillar, turned her Glock 26, and fired three shots toward Pedro's direction. Pedro quickly shrunk back under the table.
Irritated by Pedro's obstruction, Quinni activated her telekinesis, lifting the table and aiming the gun at Pedro's head.
In just a moment, Ronan leaped a few steps and quickly seized a shooting angle! Knowing that Quinni's telekinesis activated rapidly, he didn't bother aiming but relied on his instinct to shoot! Quinni seemed to sense something and endured the headache caused by excessive use of telekinesis, turning her eyes towards Ronan.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ronan quickly pulled the trigger, and the gunshots rang out continuously. Quinni's telekinesis was already in action. The first two bullets collided with the generated force in mid-air, and the immense power from the close-range firearm shattered the generated force.
The third bullet, the fourth bullet, and the following ones all hit Quinni's tall figure. Her beautiful chocolate-toned face was also blown to pieces by a bullet! Ronan emptied the pistol's magazine! In the bar, there were still four living people. One of them was brought down by the voodoo zombies, and his intestines were taken out. There were also about ten voodoo zombies feasting on a fresh corpse.
Ronan ran out of bullets and changed to his last magazine. On the other side, the brown-haired man's shotgun was roaring, and he cried for help, "Friend, I'm about to meet God!"
Ronan picked up the ugly male zombie's dropped machete and strode forward, chopping off the head of a voodoo zombie dressed like a truck driver. He asked, "Who are you?"
With Lana dead, although the voodoo zombies didn't collapse, their near-ferocious state dissipated, and their movements slowed down. It seemed that their previous frenzy had exhausted their life potential.
Pedro saw the situation reversed, held his pistol, and came out. His arm was no longer trembling, and he started shooting at close range.
"He's coming!" the brown-haired man shouted with his shotgun, successfully reuniting with Ronan, panting heavily. "I'm Thomas, a priest!"
Pedro shot off a female zombie's head. "Priest, there are so many monsters and demons. You'd better exorcise them quickly!"
Thomas's shotgun spewed smoke as he blew off a zombie's head. "Friend, I've been exorcising all along, non-stop!"
Ronan leaned his machete against the table, taking a breather. "Isn't exorcism supposed to involve holy water, rituals, spells, and crosses?"
"Friend, your understanding of exorcism is too one-sided!" Thomas clicked his tongue, cocked the shotgun, and blew off another head. He continued, "In the era of firearms, monsters and demons also use guns. Exorcists who don't use guns will be sending themselves to their death!"
After witnessing voodoo witches using guns, neither Ronan nor Pedro could refute. This Father Thomas not only had proficient marksmanship but also terrifying strength. When he ran out of shotgun shells, he grabbed a table leg and directly smashed the voodoo zombies' heads.
Seeing Pedro's surprised expression, Thomas swung the table leg vigorously. "Don't be surprised. I am a professional exorcist priest in Los Angeles."
Ronan killed two more voodoo zombies and said, "Indeed, you are professional."
Having survived the ordeal, the three of them laughed.
Ronan asked, "Do you know them?"
Thomas said, "I don't know them personally, but I recognize the methods they used! The two black girls are typical voodoo witches. The chubby one is a naturally born human voodoo doll, and the thin one is naturally born with telekinesis."
Ronan continued asking, "Naturally born?"
Under normal circumstances, Thomas wouldn't speak about it, but both of them had seen it, so he simply said, "Witchcraft bloodlines can be inherited."
"Witchcraft?" Pedro was curious.
Thomas casually replied, "Many things that seem fake may not be entirely false, and things that seem real may not be entirely true."
Seeing a corpse holding a gun, Ronan discarded the machete, picked up the handgun, and also found two magazines, stuffing them into his pocket.
Approaching the body of the burly black girl, Ronan asked, "What should we do with her?"
Thomas understood Ronan's intent. "Burn her!"
Ronan found some high-proof alcohol, poured it on the black girl's body, and Pedro came over to help. They lit the body on fire, and strange crackling sounds were heard.
This brawl might attract the Mexican police, causing endless trouble.
Ronan threw away the alcohol bottle. "Let's leave quickly!"
As they exited, he activated his spirit vision and found that all the voodoo zombies were empty, with neither red nor green auras above them.
Where did their souls go?
Ronan pointed his left hand towards the two black girls.
Soul Fragment +6!
Soul Fragment +7!
A memory fragment emerged: in a church in Los Angeles, a mud-covered black woman handed a piece of Artemisia to the chubby black girl, and the girl swallowed it!
Pedro and Thomas didn't want to deal with the police either, so they left their weapons behind and walked away.
"No evidence left behind!" Thomas called to Ronan and Pedro, smashing many bottles of alcohol, and then went to the open window with a lighter.
Before leaving, Ronan retrieved the gun, the dagger, and the Glock 26. He also searched the black woman's bag, but apart from some magazines and bottles, there was nothing else.
Thomas reminded them, "Zombie powder is very dangerous."
Ronan threw the bottles back, and Thomas dropped the lighter. The three of them jumped out of the window and quickly ran away.
The loud music outside the bar hadn't attracted too much attention yet. Ronan didn't go for the Cadillac, as Pedro might be recognized.
Thomas's car was blocked.
The three of them decided to use Pedro's Mercedes SUV, turned onto the main road, and headed east.
Pedro asked, "Where are you guys going?"
Sitting in the passenger seat, Ronan organized the handgun and magazines, putting them in the bag slung over his shoulder. "I'm heading to Mexicali."
Thomas said, "I'm going to Mexicali as well. I need to return to Los Angeles as soon as possible and report the situation here to the church. The voodoo witches of the Voodoo Cult have appeared again!"
Pedro asked, "Isn't Voodoo Cult the state religion of Haiti?"
Thomas explained simply, "Voodoo Cult is different from the Voodoo Church."
Ronan took off his coat, and his arms were swollen and bruised. The intense tension and excitement earlier had masked the pain, but now that things had calmed down, his whole body ached.
Pedro turned to look at him and asked, "Are you okay, buddy?"
Ronan grinned, "I won't die!" He looked at Thomas and said, "Father, how about a healing spell?"
Thomas took out two bottles from his bag and threw them to Ronan. "Special potions!"
Ronan took a look and found that they were painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs. He handed them back, saying, "Keeping up with the times!"
Thomas said, "In the era of the Apocalypse, the ancient things from the church are no match for modern scientific drugs."
They had distanced themselves from the bar, so Pedro slightly slowed down the car and asked, "Father, are there really strange things like those in the world?"
Thomas, with his robust physique, sat uncomfortably in the back seat of the Mercedes G-Class, changing his posture frequently. He replied, "Friend, haven't you seen it with your own eyes?"
"I..." Pedro's voice was dry. "I thought they were just legends."
Understanding his concerns, Thomas reassured him, "They have already gone into hiding and won't easily show themselves. The chances of encountering them are not high. I came to Mexicali for a vacation, and I was planning to drive back. I passed by the bar and felt something was wrong, but as soon as I went in, I was ambushed. Lucky me."
Pedro nodded repeatedly, "That's good, that's good."
Ronan asked a crucial question, "Can they be taken down with guns?"
"I haven't encountered many myself," Thomas said, "but most of them can be dealt with using firearms."
Ronan possessed the Book of Command and was already a First Order Devourer, seeking to advance to a Second Order Plunderer. With his current abilities and physical condition, a shot to a vital point would be fatal.
Not to mention bullets, just a few hard hits from telekinesis and the voodoo doll damage from the burly black girl still caused severe pain.
"Actually, you don't need to worry," Thomas tucked his brown hair and half-jokingly said, "The technology mastered by humans has already reached the level of slaying gods."
Ronan thought of nuclear weapons.
The three of them exchanged names and identities. Ronan used the name on the fake identification card, Brown, claiming to be a bounty hunter pursuing a wanted criminal.
Arriving at the outskirts of Mexicali, the three of them found a hotel to rest for a while before deciding what to do next.
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