Seeing that he had done something wrong, Mocha quickly apologized: "Hug, sorry, I didn't see anyone there."

(*￣︿￣)"......"

"Ah no...I mean, you're too dark, I didn't see you..."

Mocha waved his hand and tried to express it more accurately.

Luke's face became darker.

Say I'm black?

If you can't speak, say less. Be careful that I will sue you for discrimination!

He originally planned to stop the other party from asking questions, and his appearance actions and lines were designed in his mind.

Just as he was about to speak, the other party helped him to help him. Before he could react, he vomited all over him.

((???||||))

Damn... My girlfriend bought me a new shirt!!

If you don't support the wall, just support me, right?

Bang.

He was so angry that he threw the handkerchief on the ground, grabbed his collar, and pressed it hard on the wall.

Before Mocha could scream, a photo was taken in front of him.

It was the photo of a monster with a cracked head in four and a half.

Mocha was so nervous that he couldn't help but fall on the photo.

When he saw the content on the photo clearly, he screamed in fear, shook his head repeatedly, and struggled vigorously with excitement.

"No, no, I didn't see it, I really didn't see it!"

But no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the power of Luke Cage.

"Sure enough...you seem to know something."

With one hand pressing his head against the wall, Luke finally spit out the lines designed early in the morning, the voice was low and hoarse, as if from the monster from the underworld.

"Now, tell me...what did you see that night two weeks ago?"

"I, I don't know, I saw nothing!"

Mocha was frightened and his trembling lips kept repeating this sentence.

The body is swaying, and the behavior is obviously abnormal.

Luke was knowledgeable and had no nonsense. He grabbed the other person's body and pushed him over with a tough attitude.

He stared at Mocha's eyes, swung out his punch, rubbed his head heavily, and smashed it against the wall behind him.

Bang!

"Listen...I know you're scared now, after all, something terrifying happened.

But blindly escaping will not solve any problem.”

Luke's speaking speed is very slow, so he tries to let the other person hear every word clearly.

“I heard that you haven’t been home for two weeks.

Think about your lovely wife and look at your current appearance. Do you think you can keep escaping like this?!"

Language is a weapon, and Luke tries to use the other party’s wife to pry open his psychological defense.

"No, you, what do you know?

You don’t know anything at all!!”

Luke's words had a clear effect, and Mocha tried to get rid of it with excitement.

"That kind of monster is not something we humans can resist!

We are too small…”

As he said that, his eyes were blurred, as if he had returned to the night two weeks ago.

On the street.

Cars, explosions, flames...

The screams of women, the roar of men, the roar of guns, and the scythe of death that lights up from time to time in the darkness.

It was not a battle, it was a massacre, a massacre from the demons on humanity!

Mocha hurried in the corner of the wall, staring red with his eyes, carefully covering his mouth, and trembling all over.

Never before, he would acknowledge the weakness of human beings.

Even those strong men with bulging muscles and holding firearms can't face it.

He saw with his own eyes that the man, no...it should be, that monster!

The head was like a cracked orange companion, with red tentacles, dragging the death sickle to shoot out from it.

When he realized it again, the ultimate fear and death had already eroded the land without hesitation.

"That's hell, the deepest abyss of nightmare..."

Mocha didn't even know how he escaped.

Maybe it was luck, maybe it was because the monster didn't take his life seriously.

He survived.

Even so, there is no way to forget the nightmare that day!

He was in a state of distraction, and he drank all the way to relieve his sorrows, trying to numb his nerves, Mocha's cowardly attempted to forget the past.

Didn't he go home?

No, Mocha went back anyway.

But I didn't go in, and stood in the yard, terrified through the window, shrank my shoulders, and looked at the terrifying scene like a frightened ostrich.

"Ah...I saw it, I saw the death of my wife with my own eyes.

How did that monster kill her and then transfer it into her body little by little..."

"That kind of scene is really...so scary!"

【Emotional value from Luke Cage 343】

Looking at the poor man in front of me, I said everything I said as if I were explaining my funeral.

“…”

Without disturbing him, Luke knew how much pressure the man had in his heart was.

Those things, just think about them casually, will make people feel chilled and chilled.

At the same time, his head turned rapidly, constantly extracting important information from the other party's words.

Intertwining this information and the intelligence in my mind, Luke tried to spell out the original appearance of the incident!

Soon, his expression moved and he grabbed a key point.

"Mocha, do you know who those big men in black who hold guns are?"

Mocha was stunned by this sudden question, frowned, and thought for a long time.

Luke waited patiently, and soon, Mocha's brow stretched out, as if he knew something.

"I know, those people are..."

"Oh...so here." A cold voice suddenly came from above.

It's not waiting for anyone to react.

Snap.

A grenade landed on the ground.

Luke Cage's expression changed drastically, and he grabbed Mocha and rushed forward.

boom!!

The huge explosion swallowed up the entire alley.

With its powerful power, Luke Cage and the others were blown away on the spot.

Peng!

Protecting Mocha, Luke Cage smashed a wall straight into it.

The stones smashed down and the smoke splattered, burying the two of them.

The huge impact force shocked the internal organs and churned a little. Luke had no time to look at the injury and looked down eagerly.

"Mocha, wake up..."
To be continued...