Chapter 47: Disaster Escalates
After finding Iris's address, Chris wasn't in a hurry to go there.
Besides the fact that her house was too far from his location, Chris had already paid twenty thousand dollars for his hotel stay.
He wouldn't be content until he earned that money back through insurance claims.
Fortunately, Death might have sensed Chris's thoughts, and after deliberating for most of the day, Chris realized that bastard Death was about to attack him again.
It seemed that entity still followed some rules; before each attack, it would surely give the target a hint.
It was just that this hint was too subtle, making it difficult for ordinary people to notice.
But for Chris, Death's hint was quite obvious.
The guy next door was watching an old action movie from the '90s.
And the scene was just at the part where a villain lifted a tanker truck and hurled it towards the hero.
Then Chris noticed a strange gust of wind, which coincidentally made the ornament on the curtain hit the internet café's speaker, and then a song started playing.
It just so happened to contain the word "explosion."
With such clear hints, how could Chris not understand what danger he was about to face?
He immediately left the internet café and began to return to the hotel.
He had to reach the hotel before the explosion arrived; only then would the money he spent be earned back in compensation.
In less than a minute, Chris crossed two blocks and returned to his hotel.
He looked around and indeed saw a tanker truck in the distance; with Chris's eyesight, he could even see the driver still smoking, which could only be described as truly asking for it.
Having confirmed the upcoming disaster, Chris mercifully walked into the hotel and then found the fire alarm to pull.
After the hotel's occupants frantically fled outside, Chris calmly sat down in the same spot where he had waited for disaster before.
As the tense atmosphere peaked, a runaway tanker truck crashed into the hotel, aiming directly at Chris, who was lying on the sofa.
Only this time, Chris neither dodged nor stopped it; he just let the tanker truck push him into the wall.
Chris himself was fine; besides his clothes getting dirty again, his posture didn't even change much.
But the driver was not so lucky; the deformed cabin had him trapped tightly, and the cigarette butt had even burned a scar on his chest.
It seemed Death had used the strange wind to blow his cigarette away, causing the guy to panic and make a mistake in operation, leading to the tanker truck crashing in.
Understanding this, Chris got up, pushed the tanker truck away, and then quietly watched the leaking gasoline make contact with the exposed wires outside the hotel.
Meanwhile, the driver in the cab, upon seeing Chris, shouted for help as if grasping at a lifeline.
"Hey, buddy? Help me out, this thing's about to explode! Pull me out, quick!"
Listening to the driver's shouts, Chris remained indifferent this time.
Because this guy brought it upon himself; knowing he was driving such a dangerous vehicle, he still dared to be distracted by smoking.
Such an incorrigible person, even without Death's scheming, would eventually cause another disaster.
So, rather than letting this guy harm others, it was better for him to die here.
This way, he might even get an insurance payout for his family!
Seeing Chris ignore him, the driver immediately started cursing, "Asshole! What are you doing? Come and pull me out, or we'll both die here!"
"Did you hear me? You son of a—"
Bang!
Before the tanker truck exploded, Chris couldn't stand the guy's profanity anymore and immediately kicked the already deformed side of the cab.
The immense force further twisted the cabin, directly crushing the still-shouting driver inside to death.
"So annoying!"
Looking at the driver, who still had a breath left, Chris retorted, "It's certain you'll die, but who told you I'd die?"
No sooner had Chris finished mocking than the leaking gasoline touched the exposed wires, and then a towering blaze engulfed the entire hotel.
Chris was even blown away by the powerful shockwave; his entire back was charred by the high temperature, and all the hair on the back of his head vanished without a trace.
By the time firefighters extinguished the fire, it was two days later, and Chris was still lying motionless in the ruins of the upscale hotel.
It was as if he had truly been killed by the tanker truck explosion.
Death also did not target Chris again during these two days, seemingly having already considered him dead.
Only Stewie from the Family Guy World, who had been continuously observing Chris through the wristwatch, understood the guy's intention.
"Oh-ho-ho! This guy is quite clever; he actually thought of playing dead to deceive Death. But you seem to have forgotten, you are an outsider, and Death doesn't have a predetermined list for you!"
And just as Stewie said, as night fell and the firefighters, having found nothing significant, dispersed, a heavy rain suddenly began.
In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder roared, followed by several bolts of lightning crashing down, striking directly at the feigning Chris.
"Damn it, Death, you're not playing fair!"
At the moment of the lightning strike, Chris's already healed flesh carbonized again; this time, even his eyes and eyebrows turned to charcoal.
Seeing this, Chris dared not play dead anymore; if he were struck by lightning ten or twenty more times, he would probably truly become a corpse.
Raising his hand to push away the debris pressing on him, Chris, like a demon crawling out of hell, instantly shot out at a speed invisible to the human eye.
However, the thunder in the sky seemed to have locked onto Chris, continuously striking along his path.
When Chris was struck by lightning for the third time, most of his body finally crossed into a nearby bar, but his left leg, which was half a step too slow, was completely carbonized.
Chris dragged himself into the bar, shook his leg slightly, and the entire calf turned into a pile of black ash and fell off.
At this moment, the people hiding from the rain in the bar looked at the suddenly appearing Chris in horror, immediately screaming in fright.
"Oh my God! Monster, there's a monster!"
"Help! Call 911, there's something wrong here!"
"Let me out, let me out quickly!"
Looking at the panicked people, Chris roared, "Shut up, all of you! I'm human!"
His angry roar overwhelmed the thunder outside, further demonstrating Death's inability to finish him off.
Chris turned to look outside the door, and several more bolts of lightning struck the bar's entrance and windows, but fortunately, with the lightning rod's protection, these strikes couldn't harm anything inside.
Seeing that he was temporarily safe, Chris spoke again, "Go find me something to eat, preferably meat and sugar! Hurry!"
Under Chris's repeated urging, the people in the bar scrambled into action, and soon several large cuts of beef were wheeled in on a cart.
At the same time, tens of pounds of white sugar were also brought over.
Looking at the beef still dripping with blood, Chris didn't mind and directly grabbed it and started eating.
He ate a couple of bites of beef, then swallowed a mouthful of white sugar, and feeling parched, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey to wash it down.
With the replenishment of these foods, new flesh quickly grew on Chris's body, and even his missing left leg regrew completely.
It was a pity he didn't have any dragon blood beverage nearby; otherwise, with one bottle of dragon blood beverage, he wouldn't need to eat hundreds of pounds of raw beef.
"Damn you, Death, if I don't figure out how to beat you, we're not done!"
Since his dimensional travel began, Chris had never suffered so much; at this moment, he had only one thought: to defeat that damned Death.
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