This warehouse was the stronghold of the Moore Gang. According to Scarface's information, they also hid the moonshine they had robbed several times in this warehouse.
The huge warehouse was divided into two parts. The front part had been transformed into a living area by the six bandits, and the back part was the real wine warehouse, separated by a metal door.
According to the bandit just now, their boss was in the wine warehouse.
'But after hearing so many gunshots, the smart one immediately ran away, and the reckless one also rushed out … Nothing happened?'
Chung Shen-soo came to the door of the wine warehouse. Suddenly, his expression changed, and the faint sense of danger appeared again.
A sea of blood seemed to surge in front of him, and in the sea of blood, there was a translucent shadow wrapped in a layer of hazy light. It kept squirming, as if it was extending a pair of wings that could cover the sky.
'Could it be … that I can come into contact with the Mystics? The leader of the Moore Gang, or a Mystics? '
Chung Shen-soo thought to himself, and pulled out his revolver.
Scarface and the others slowly opened the metal door, and a cold aura came from the door, constantly spreading outwards, bringing with it a sense of coldness.
There was no air-conditioning here, but because it was a naturally dark place, it brought with it a slight chill.
In this cold and gloomy area, there seemed to be something else mixed in, making one's hair stand on end.
"You guys wait outside …"
Chung Shen-soo ordered, and let Scarface, who wanted to follow him, guard the door, and walked into the wine warehouse alone.
Tap tap!
His leather shoes made a loud sound as he stepped on the ground. On the wooden shelves around him, there were glass bottles filled with all kinds of liquids: vodka, rum, whiskey, brandy, and wine …
All kinds of alcohol piled up into a small mountain, in the outside world, it would definitely be a huge fortune that would make people envious.
But at this time, they could not arouse a trace of Chung Shen-soo's emotions.
He walked into the depths of the wine warehouse, and his perception became more acute.
The hidden darkness and shadows seemed to be breeding some kind of horror.
Broken fragments emerged one after another. Chung Shen-soo seemed to see the silhouette of a burly man who kept on drinking.
He poured all kinds of low-quality alcohol down his throat, and his face gradually became ferocious and stiff. Behind him, his shadow seemed to have turned into a monster, opened its arms, and embraced him …
"Come out …"
Chung Shen-soo said in a low voice as he looked at the shadowy corner where the burly man finally fell.
Accompanied by heavy footsteps, a swaying figure walked out of the darkness. It was a typical white man. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing a thick circle of body hair on his arms. His face was full of stubble, and he looked to be in his forties. He reeked of alcohol, and his face was exactly the same as the person in the inspiration fragment.
However, what attracted Chung Shen-soo's attention the most was that this person's eyes were dull, and his body was moving in an extremely uncoordinated manner, as if he was being controlled by an invisible monster.
'Is this the source of my sense of danger? In fact, the Moore Gang is just an ordinary gang, but something strange and mysterious happened to them … and they became not so ordinary. '
Chung Shen-soo seemed to hear the burly man's low voice, and it seemed to be some kind of strange laughter.
There was a clatter.
A wine bottle in the man's hand fell to the ground, and the glass shards splashed everywhere.
The strange laughter became even deeper, and the vague voice rippled back and forth in the warehouse.
The poor-quality alcohol overflowed, and the smell spread.
The leader of the Moore Gang seemed to want to speak, but nothing came out. His expression was painful, and his mouth was wide open. His throat moved violently, as if he wanted to vomit something?
He grabbed his throat with both hands. His expression became more and more distorted.
Chung Shen-soo took a few steps back and watched as sarcomas appeared one after another on the burly man's body. There seemed to be countless insects stirring in it, as if this body had become some kind of nest.
If it was an ordinary person, seeing this stimulating scene, they would probably feel a spiritual impact that subverted common sense.
But Chung Shen-soo was, after all, experienced and knowledgeable. He just watched quietly as the man opened his mouth wide, and suddenly vomited a moth.
A colorful moth, with wings opened like a pair of eyes, constantly emitting powder!
Then, the sarcomas on the man's body exploded, and all kinds of moths flew out.
A large amount of powder spread out, and a large number of Chung Shen-soo was enveloped.
Chung Shen-soo's consciousness was dazed, and he felt blood rushing to his head. His limbs became extremely heavy, and he even lost the strength to pull the trigger.
A colorful scene appeared in front of his eyes.
The combination of the many colors seemed to form two huge eyes. There was no sclera or pupil, but there was an illusory gaze staring at him.
Ordinary people, even if they just came into contact with this gaze, would collapse and go crazy.
Chung Shen-soo gritted his teeth, and many illusions appeared in front of his eyes.
Light and shadow overlapped, and he seemed to see a city of stones.
Indistinct yet clear prayers could be heard coming from the city.
The chanting was in a special language, and Chung Shen-soo could only vaguely recognize a few syllables.
"Moth Master, Moth Master …"
He seemed to see huge black shadows of moths rising from the city, and large balls of fire falling from the sky.
It was a scene of destruction.
"I can't continue."
Destruction, destruction everywhere …
The moment the fire was about to destroy Chung Shen-soo, he endured the discomfort and gritted his teeth.
His temples felt like they were being pierced by a red-hot metal skewer, and it caused intense pain.
But this pain was not a bad thing. He was stimulated, and his nerves became clearer. The fluttering moths in front of him scattered.
His consciousness finally returned to the real world, and he saw the monster dragging its broken body toward him.
Bang!
Chung Shen-soo opened fire without hesitation, and the monster's head exploded.
There was no blood splattering, only moths and insect eggs spilling out one after another.
The monster stopped moving, but then it continued to approach him as if nothing had happened.
Chung Shen-soo retreated to a rack of wine, and suddenly threw out a few bottles of wine. He raised his gun and fired.
Bang! Bang!
The bullets accurately hit the wine bottles, and the flames exploded in midair.
The flames, the scorching and high-temperature flames, seemed to be the nemesis of these moths.
The powder quickly burned, and as the moths were devoured by the flames, they were reduced to ashes.
Seeing this, Chung Shen-soo suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. He recalled the last moment of the illusion, the scene where the flames rained down and destroyed the evil city.
In the middle of the huge stone city, there was a wedge-shaped inscription on the surface of the building, which was probably its name.
It was …
"Gomorrah!"
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