Nagini did not kill Potter. Although the mercenary team led by Harry was killed by Nagini except Potter, only Potter survived.


    A week ago, with the help of Porter''s variant ability, Nagini, who absorbed a lot of lightning, successfully promoted the gene chain from the first stage to the fourth stage.


    But the problem is that when Nagini is ready to raise the level of the gene chain to the fifth stage, he finds that he lacks a very important link, that is, space power.


    So Porter''s luck is very good. If it weren''t for Nagini''s lack of enough space and power as the introduction of qualitative change, Porter couldn''t live until now.


    So in Nagini''s view, Potter is very lucky.


    But in Porter''s opinion?


    Hehe, he thinks that Nagini is intentional. The reason why the devil doesn''t kill himself is not because of his good luck, but because he wants to torture himself and revenge himself who tortured him!


    The palm is covered with a layer of black metal, covering the fingers that have been worn off a layer of flesh and blood. Potter, who is in pain and sweating, erases the number left by this string of blood on the ground.


    Seriously, he wants to die, but there are more terrible things in the world than death, such as the boss, such as the devil in himself.


    When I got home, it was eleven o''clock in the evening.


    Porter has a single apartment in Brooklyn, which his parents left him. It has a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and a small grocery room.


    I don''t know why, as a complete pervert + bachelor, Porter''s room is cleaner than expected. It''s hard to imagine that such a clean bachelor apartment belongs to a bachelor.


    From the grocery store, take out medical alcohol and bandages, which are usually used on other people or animals, but now they have to be used on themselves.


    I have to say, it''s really ironic.


    Twenty minutes later, Porter, who had treated the wound, wiped the fine sweat on his forehead. The stimulation of alcohol brought severe pain, which made Porter consume a lot of physical strength.


    He sat weakly on the ground, gasping for air, while bursts of hunger came from his stomach.


    Many people may not believe it. Porter has never eaten food since a week ago.


    This feeling is very strange. He hasn''t eaten for a week, but he doesn''t feel the slightest hunger. It seems that his body no longer needs food. Even his other desires are decreasing at a visible speed, as if his body has become a walking corpse.


    Just now, Potter suddenly felt hungry.


    This made him stunned, and then he was happy. You know, he hasn''t experienced the feeling that normal people should have for a long time.


    But before he could figure out what was going on, there was a knock at the door.


    Porter got up from the ground and covered the blood on the ground with a bath towel, just when he opened the door?


    A high school student who was estimating sixteen or seventeen was stunned by Porter.


    However, before porter asked who he was, he saw the high school student rubbing his nose and picking up a fast-food box from the blind spot:


    "Hello, sir. I''m Peter Parker, the waiter at Barry''s father''s barbecue. Is that your takeout?"


    Despite this incubator, Porter still smelled a tempting aroma. He subconsciously swallowed his saliva and said, "it''s me."


    However, to Porter''s annoyance, the young man named Peter Parker didn''t give himself the barbecue he ordered immediately, but chattered in his ears:


    "Sir, you alone? Although I know dad''s barbecue is delicious, sir, there are thirty pounds of barbecue..."


    With a rough wave of his hand, Potter interrupted Peter.


    He casually made up a reason and pointed to the delivery list pasted on the incubator: "I''m going to have a party later. Sign here?"


    It seemed that Peter Parker, who was the waiter, scratched his head. He smiled shyly: "Oh, of course, sir, I''ll tell you, Dad''s..."


    Looking at Peter who wanted to continue, Potter impatiently took out fifty dollars: "this is your tip. Hurry up. I don''t want to hear you."


    After receiving the tip, he took out the barbecue with six oversized lunch boxes. Peter looked happy: "OK, sir, thank you for your generosity, sir..."


    "Bang!" he looked at the closed apartment door. Peter shook his head helplessly, but his eyes flickered and thought: "what happened? Why is there a smell of blood in the room?"


    Peter talks a lot, but that doesn''t mean he''s a fool who can''t understand other people''s faces.


    Porter had shown strong impatience before. The reason why Peter chattered was not because of his character, but because he smelled the blood in the room, which made him confused.


    With the a curious look, Peter, who did not leave, made a big circle, sneaked to Porter''s window and opened bathroom window.


    Looking at the blood stains on the quilt on the ground and the strong smell of medical alcohol, listening to the sound of swallowing food next door, Peter scratched his head: "am I thinking too much?"


    A moment later, after confirming that there was no problem, Peter cleaned up his traces and slowly closed the window.


    Barry''s father is dead. Now the owner of the barbecue shop is his apprentice.


    Super large fast food box filled with fresh, tender and juicy smoked meat, a total of six boxes, each box has a full five pounds of finished barbecue.


    In addition, it is served with tomato, black pepper, yellow mustard and French fries weighing almost a pound,


    The hunger in his heart forced porter to eat. He was very embarrassed. He mixed meat and French fries and stuffed them into his mouth. His teeth were like a cutting machine.


    But there was an excited smile on Porter''s face.


    The chewing of the teeth, the taste of the food burst the taste buds, and even the swelling of the food''s throat would make Porter feel satisfied.


    Just, as time goes by?


    What Peter Parker didn''t know was that the atmosphere in the porters'' restaurant gradually became strange.


    Roughly tear open the sauce box, pour the black pepper juice on the barbecue and French fries, and painstakingly swallow the food in your mouth. Your bulging stomach, trembling palms, and even your mouth become bloody because of chewing.


    Looking at the uncontrollable palm, Potter shouted in horror, "I can''t eat any more. Please let me go. If I can''t eat any more, I''ll die."


    But obviously, Nagini didn''t want to pay attention to Porter''s idea.


    Ten minutes, twenty minutes, an hour, when the last piece of barbecue was swallowed, Potter finally took control of his body again.


    His stomach bulged to the limit, such as the abdomen of June pregnancy, now covered with a layer of black metallic luster.


    This is not because the mutant ability is conducive to digestion, but Porter is worried that if he does not use the mutant ability to strengthen his body, the 30 pound barbecue will burst his stomach.


    Struggling to get up from the table, covering his bulging abdomen, porter came to the bathroom.


    He put his finger in his throat and tried to pull out the food, but no matter how he pulled it, even if he had retched to spasm, no piece of barbecue came out.


    Lying on the ground without God, he wanted to vomit but couldn''t spit it out. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, but his stomach was bulging and almost cracked. This feeling is too uncomfortable!


    If Potter hadn''t taken the initiative to eat the first piece of barbecue at the beginning, he wouldn''t be so sad now.


    But I ate it myself and felt an unprecedented sense of happiness and satisfaction.


    For desperate people, the most torture is hope.


    For the tortured Potter, Nagini gave him a sense of happiness and satisfaction, but in front of him, he helplessly destroyed this sense of happiness.


    This will leave a terrible shadow in his heart.


    Tears flowed from the corners of Potter''s eyes. He wanted to commit suicide, but he knew that he could not die without the permission of the devil. It was like that the devil didn''t agree. Even if he spit out all his bile, he wouldn''t spit out a piece of barbecue.


    His soul is still the same, but his body has become the appearance of each other under the torture of the devil.


    A cold smell rose on Potter.


    In front of the mirror, half of Potter''s face became cold and ferocious. His eyes were full of murderous intent, which made people feel fear and uneasiness instinctively.


    The other half is full of pleading and fear.


    "Do you want to die?"


    "Please, kill me. I don''t want to torture me anymore."


    "I need a mutant with spatial ability."


    "I''ll help you find it. I swear, I''ll help you find it."


    "Good. I''ll allow you to spit it out."


    "Vomit"


    In the room, there was a sound of vomiting, Potter''s eyes were in tears, and his whole head seemed to be stuffed into horse pain.


    His expression looked a little painful, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and the whole person was extremely embarrassed, but I don''t know why, he had already cried, but Potter''s corners of his mouth were with a happy smile.


    After watching it, people feel miserable. At the same time, there is an unspeakable strangeness, which makes people creepy.