Pa!
Uncle Bian expressionlessly poked a stun baton on Huai Shi's face. The electric light crackled, and Huai Shi twitched violently and screamed.
The stun baton was withdrawn.
Huai Shi panted heavily and spat out large mouthfuls of blood and saliva.
Perhaps it was too stuffy in the basement. The anxious Uncle Bian suppressed his urge to cough, bent down, and pulled Huai Shi's hair. His old face was ferocious, "Speak! Young man, tell me, what conspiracy are you brewing? What other secrets are you hiding? "
"Secrets? It's good! "
Huai Shi coughed violently and asked curiously, "Uncle, you're already so old. Why are you still reading novels …"
Electric light burst forth.
Uncle Bian took a step back and slowly sat on the chair. He stared indifferently at Huai Shi's embarrassing appearance with his saliva and snot flowing out of his nose. The light illuminated his beast-like vertical pupils, which were gloomy with indifference and ferociousness.
"Nice contact lenses …" Huai Shi spat out the saliva in his mouth and asked curiously, "Where did you buy them?"
"Really? Thank you. "
Uncle Bian touched the corner of his eyes and said calmly, "After so many years, this is the first time I've heard someone praise my eyes … You don't need to be envious. As long as you were born at the border, all of this is free."
Huai Shi raised his eyebrows and didn't speak.
"Listen, child, maybe you think you're righteous and Green Sun is evil … In fact, to some extent, this is also true."
Uncle Bian sneered softly, "You see, many people in the present world will like western movies — free chivalrous men with their own guns and white horses, fighting against gangs and injustice … It's romantic and hot-blooded.
In reality, the border is a place like the west. Not everyone can be born a chivalrous man, and not everyone is qualified to be romantic and hot-blooded.
Most of the time, we can only play the role of the background wall saved by the heroes. The poor people with no sense of existence are just tools used to arouse the heroes' indignation …
Most of the time, everyone seems to have a lot of choices, but in reality, we don't have a choice. "
He stared at the disheveled Huai Shi, his face expressionless. "Just like me, just like you.
We are enemies, young man. We should fight to the death. Who told me to be born at the border? According to the rules, I deserved to die there. "
"It sounds very reasonable." Huai Shi sighed from the bottom of his heart, "I feel that you are all a group of unfortunate people, just like me … Since we are all fellow sufferers, why do you make things difficult for me? Why don't you let me go so that we can be good friends?"
Lightning flashed.
The electric baton left a charred black mark on Huai Shi's chest.
"Listen, young man. I have said so much, but I just want to tell you that Green Sun is not a group of lunatics. Even if we are seen as thugs, bandits, and terrorists, we will abide by the rules more often. We even keep our promises more than your Astronomy Club."
Uncle Bian stepped forward, coughed softly, and looked at Huai Shi's face. "I can guarantee that you can have a good rest and go back safely, but you have to be honest."
He stared coldly into Huai Shi's eyes and asked word by word, "What are you hiding?"
"What else can I hide? We are almost going to be honest with each other, right? "
Huai Shi was amused by him. He showed his naked upper body and asked, "Didn't that guy, Feng Jian, tell you? My name is Huai Shi, male, seventeen years old. I'm a student, a part-time member of the Astronomical Society as well as a confidential secretary … Sublimator, level two. I'm just a mountain ghost who only knows how to grow grass.
He also stared at Uncle Bian's face and asked seriously, "You have already nailed me here. What else do I have to be afraid of?"
"Yes, what is there to be afraid of?"
Uncle Bian stared at his face in a daze. After a long time, he slowly got up, couldn't help but cough and cover his mouth. The others wanted to come over, but he waved them away.
After a long time, he finally calmed down and lowered his eyes.
"I'm sorry, young man. Maybe I am wrong?"
He said softly, "But I am afraid of you."
He didn't hide the weakness in his heart.
When he stared at that pair of familiar eyes, he finally understood where his uneasiness came from.
Once upon a time, didn't he see such eyes with his own eyes?
So calm and so indifferent, as if ignoring the weight of death, cruelly overlooking everything, without cruelty, but also without gentleness …
"Get ready for the live broadcast."
He suddenly ordered, "Rod, pack up. Kill him and we will leave."
Rod froze for a moment and looked up at Uncle Bian in astonishment. After seeing that pair of indifferent eyes, he couldn't help but shiver. Without saying anything, he turned around and obediently packed up his things.
"You want to kill me?" Huai Shi laughed in between coughs. "Aren't we friends?"
Uncle Bian lowered his eyes in pity and stared at him. "Even if we are friends, we will have to say goodbye one day, right?"
Death was approaching.
But the torture finally came to an abrupt end.
With the setting of the spotlight, the cold atmosphere disappeared without a trace. Except for Huai Shi's breathing, everything seemed to have become gentle.
In this rare silence, the young man seemed to have been freed from the pain. He lowered his head and imagined that there were invisible strings pulsating. He couldn't help but hoarsely hum the tune of a nursery rhyme.
It was peaceful and warm, as if he was saying goodbye to a dear friend.
Ah, never change, let us be friends forever … Today, let us say goodbye to each other, until the day we meet again …
"What is he singing?" The man holding the whip frowned. "I told him to shut up."
"Don't worry about him. Let him be."
Uncle Bian stood coldly before Huai Shi and stared quietly at Huai Shi until the song finally came to an end.
As the spotlight lit up, the young man with lowered eyes appeared on the screen.
The live broadcast began.
.
.
At that moment, the sublimators who were running toward the target in the city received a warning from Yao Que 'er. "Hurry up, they have started the live broadcast early!"
The leader was stunned. He hurriedly grabbed another person's phone and wanted to open the free app. "Who is it this time?"
Yao Que 'er paused, and her tone became complicated. "Operation Xinhai member Huai Shi …"
Before she finished, a blood-stained face appeared on the live broadcast screen.
Countless comments flashed across the screen.
"666, it's the third one!"
"It was actually brought forward? He didn't even say anything. Luckily, I went to the toilet quickly! "
"Wow, the person this time is quite good-looking. It's a pity that he died like this. Can you sell him to me? I'll pay you two Source Form crystals!"
"It's confirmed, it's a younger brother!"
"Previous commenter, get lost."
"He looks so coquettish. Is he a prostitute from the Astronomy Association?"
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
Amidst the malicious comments, Uncle Bian reached out and took the gun from Rod's hands. He pulled the trigger. The muscular man holding the whip pulled on Huai Shi's hair and forced him to face the camera.
Uncle Bian slowly raised the gun and pressed it against Huai Shi's forehead.
"Sorry, young man," he said. "I didn't want to kill you."
"I didn't want to either."
At that moment, Huai Shi grinned at him.
Then, under Uncle Bian's stunned expression, a hand suddenly pinched his wrist, twisted, and crushed the fragile bones, completing the standard disarming action of seizing the gun.
Then, he aimed at the hand that was grabbing his hair and pulled the trigger.
One shot.
Then, he aimed at Uncle Bian's knees and shot twice.
Finally, he got up from the ground and broke Uncle Bian's hands. Three shots, four shots.
As Uncle Bian fell to the ground and screamed, Huai Shi slowly got up, opened his mouth, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the half nail nailed to his hand from his flesh. He looked down indifferently at Uncle Bian's frightened face.
"— And, I won't do that."
They shouldn't have thought that they could restrain Huai Shi with iron.
No matter how intense the pain was.
For Huai Shi, this was a common occurrence.
During the short period of restraint, the two iron nails, which might have been relics from the border, had long lost their effect under the decomposition of the Hand of Confinement and the Fire of Alchemy.
With the youth's outburst, all the restraints were broken.
Green flames ignited on the youth's body, and there seemed to be endless poisonous flames surging from the crack in his chest. The darkness was like a tide, sweeping and spreading, turning into a nightmarish fog.
In the dark fog, the evil spirit in the mountain stepped on the blood on the ground and slowly moved forward.
"Come —"
The youth looked around at the shocked faces and mockingly crooked his finger at them. "Let me experience the power of Green Sun!"
In the intense pain, the brawny man with the whip roared. The whip lit up with electric light and lashed at Huai Shi's head.
Then, Huai Shi aimed at his head and pulled the trigger.
BOOM！
Brain matter splattered.
"Idiot …"
Huai Shi lowered the muzzle and looked away. "Next!"
In the roar of gunfire, the iron door was kicked open. The Sublimators, who were ready to retreat, noticed the situation in the room. They took out long guns and short cannons from the box and pulled the trigger at Huai Shi.
At the moment when the trigger was pulled, Huai Shi could even hear the crisp sound of friction in the barrel as their index fingers moved.
Almost like a horizontal movement, he suddenly slid three steps away from the spot and raised his pistol to fight back.
Flames shot out from the barrel of the gun.
After two loud bangs, the empty sound of hammering came from the barrel.
There were no more bullets.
Huai Shi threw away the gun that had become a burden and smashed the head of the stooped man in the corner, Rod, and directly smashed him to the ground.
Then, facing the three Sublimators who rushed up, he raised his right hand.
From his palm, the brilliant light burst out together with the steel and condensed into the outline of a spear. Tearing through the wind and moon for four hundred years, the long distance from Rome to America, the Spear of Compassion emerged here.
As he waved his hand, dragon blood splashed.
Wherever it passed, pure white irises quietly grew from the floor.
It was so gorgeous.
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