Manolo had a deep hatred for the slums. This hatred was like a ball of flame that constantly roasted his soul. The will for revenge was firmly rooted in his mind. This was a hatred that could not be washed away in a thousand or even ten thousand years. This was a heroic soul that could only be comforted by fresh blood. * * *
Since the moment he stood on this piece of land again, he had never smiled again. The happy and joyful Manolo of the past was dead. The only thing that survived was the body of that man and the inextinguishable will for revenge. He used the dagger to carve a vow on his body, a vow of revenge.
Since the collapse of the world's economic system, unprecedented riots had swept the city. A deeper darkness had shrouded everyone's head, covering the sky. The incompetent and corrupt government, the officials who conspired with evil, and even the police and military were involved in this deformed society.
Manoluo had a deep hatred for them, even though he was once one of them. As a police officer, he was a yes-man in actual work, collecting money from the local evil forces and providing convenience for them. Only when he returned home could he receive that little bit of precious warmth from his family. Manoluo cherished it as much as his own life.
Family was the most beautiful word in his life. His daughter was an angel more precious than his life.
Every time he returned home, he would hear his daughter's soft and tender voice. He would hug her small, soft body. Manolo would place some of his daughter's favorite gifts in front of her and listen to her joyful laughter. It was enough to wash away the fatigue of the day. The gloominess of being scolded by his superior and the uneasiness of going against his conscience seemed so insignificant in the face of such laughter.
At that time, he wasn't like his other colleagues who would waste their time and meager salary on bars and women after work, leading a befuddled and dispirited life. Manolo looked forward to returning home every day. Returning to his wife and daughter, even though he was ostracized by his colleagues and ridiculed by his superior, he felt that every breath he took was blissful.
Every time he recalled these memories … Manolo's empty heart felt like it was being roasted by fire. His soul felt like it was being tormented in a pot of oil. Every moment of happiness for him now was the deepest pain. He was infatuated with this kind of happiness. He was willing to endure this heart-wrenching pain!
This was the only way he could feel a sense of existence in his empty heart.
Only then would he be able to maintain a bit of warmth in the depths of his soul, followed by an even deeper pain.
He tortured himself repeatedly as if he was taking drugs, completely ignoring the torment that obliterated his happiness and questioned his soul. The more his heart ached, the more tenacious he became. It made him invincible.
It was precisely because of the comfort of his family that Manolo was able to maintain his conscience compared to his colleagues. In such a sinful and rotten world, maintaining a little conscience was a dangerous sin!
Because if you don't melt into the darkness, then it will devour you!
Soon, during a routine patrol, Manolo discovered a group of young prostitutes. These girls, who were obviously forced, gave Manoluo an unimaginable shock. He took the cash that the smuggler stuffed into his hands. It was very generous. Five hundred dollars was his half a year's salary. He also knew how terrifying the threat behind these criminals was.
On the way back, Manolo could not forget it. These girls, who were the same age as his daughter, had deep anticipation in their eyes and despair when they saw him take the cash. He turned the car around and went back to kill the smuggler who was in the middle of a transaction.
The hero became a sinner. When Manolo lost his reputation and escaped home from prison, he could only hold his daughter's mutilated body and cry bitterly!
That day, he fused his hatred into his bones and blood. He swore with his whole soul that he would drag all the murderers into hell!
Manolo kissed the cross on his neck. He was a Catholic. He prayed for his wife and daughter to rest in heaven, but for himself, he was willing to step into hell.
"Noah, Ella! It's time for revenge! This time, it's not to drag our enemies into hell. It's to drag everything, the ones who threatened you, the ones who harmed you, all the injustice and darkness into hell. We will let the blood of these people spill all over Sao Paolo. "
"This crime that distorts black and white, this world of hell, the deep evil comes from everything here. The sanctimonious officials, the corrupt government, the ignorant people, and the once numb me! All of them will turn into ashes in the fire. I will let the gangsters and drug dealers pay the price in blood. The debt of blood will be repaid with blood! "
Manolo tore the cross off his neck and hung the sickle and hammer emblem on his chest. Behind him were the Apocalypse tanks, ready for battle. Above their heads, the party flag on the Kirov airship fluttered high. Manolo climbed onto the Electromagnetic Mobile Exoskeleton armor. Sao Paolo was in front of them, but they were still waiting for a signal, a signal to attack.
All the radio stations in Sao Paolo suddenly fell silent.
Just as people looked at the sky, the alley, and the radio in confusion, a prelude to a prayer suddenly sounded.
"Rise up, slaves who are cold and hungry! Rise up, the suffering people of the world! Our blood is boiling. We will fight for the truth! The old world will be defeated. Slaves, rise up! Rise up! Don't say that we have nothing. We will be the masters of the world. This was the final struggle. Unite until tomorrow. Intel must achieve its goal! … "
"What can you sacrifice for this?" A voice seemed to ask again.
"My everything!" Manolo replied.
In the sky, the Kirov airship was already in position, and the Terror Robots fell from the sky like dumplings. In this city, a war of absolute power had begun. The weak government resistance army only needed one attack from the Soviet army to annihilate them in a barrage of artillery fire.
The local guerrillas drove their mechs and rushed into the slums. The local gangsters were as helpless as chickens in front of the army. The gunmen they trained couldn't even make a splash against the electromagnetic weapons and Gauss rifles.
They didn't care about their crimes or human rights. Needles of confessional agents were injected into the bodies of the captured gangsters. They didn't care about the whites of their eyes and their brains that were about to be burnt. A large number of people were given confessions. Then, more people were dragged out of their homes by the clone army.
It didn't matter if they were children or old people, rich or poor. As long as there was a clear record of their confessions, they were all tied up. Those who tried to incite the slums to rebel were quickly suppressed. Cruelty and ruthlessness, coldness, and violence shocked the entire slums.
From Rio de Janeiro to Sao Paolo, from Colombia to Mexico, the United States, the Soviet Union, the European Union, the Commonwealth, China, and all the major countries carried out an absolute suppression and purge of the surrounding areas that were suspected of evil and poverty. Chen Ang's plan to purge the human civilization before it set sail had officially begun.
With the help of Skynet, batches of people were quickly identified. Then, their crimes were read out like an assembly line. Outside the city, a huge pit was dug. A hundred criminals were gathered here. They would be brought here and put to the back of their heads to be executed.
Before they could bury their bodies, the next batch of people would arrive. Perfect, they could be buried together!
Manolo no longer needed to be distracted by distinguishing his enemies because the entire Sao Paolo, or even the entire world, had become a huge execution ground. The Communist Pioneer Soviet, in South America, in Asia, in the South Asian subcontinent, in Eastern Europe, in the Middle East, in Africa, to drug dealers, human traffickers, sheikhs, and all organized crime groups.
They carried out a militarized extermination.
The millet fields were burned, and the criminal organizations and even the soil they lived in were eradicated. The Great Purge had spread to every corner of the world, including the most remote places. Even the Skynet was involved in the cleanup.
In an African tribe, the Terminator robot eradicated the chief's private guards. The AK and rocket launchers were no better than spears in the face of sophisticated small nuclear weapons. The scorching space-based weapons even vaporized the chief's residence.
After the collapse of the economy, the order that had gradually gone out of control was pulled back in a strange way.
An iron-fisted government, powerful grassroots organizations, and clones and robots were managing the country. At this moment, the Soviet Union's fervent revolutionary actions had spread all over the world. The Soviet Union's model had spread to more than 70% of the world's impoverished countries. Under the Soviet Union's organization, people with deep hatred for the old era formed the Communist Party of various countries to carry out orderly work.
This time, the Soviet Union not only had to arrange its own economic plan, but half of the burden of global economic recovery was also on its shoulders. The entire world was controlled by the Soviet Union in a brutal way. Due to some considerations, the United States did not stop this process.
This time, the global hegemony was finally established. The winner of this competition was destined to have absolute influence on the world.
In the biochemical laboratory in Raccoon City, the chimpanzee, Caesar, cleverly avoided the camera. His eyes revealed a look that only humans could have. Not far away, the blue medicine was sealed in a plastic water container. Only the correct password could open it. Caesar took out the iron wire that he secretly left during the experiment from his ear.
He used the iron wire to turn a few times in the lock of the cage. Only a soft click was heard, and it was submerged in Caesar's thick claws. Caesar easily removed the lock and came to the medicine from the blind spot of the surveillance camera.
He carefully touched the bottle of medicine. Suddenly, from the reflection of the bottle, he saw a figure standing behind him. Caesar hurriedly retracted his hand. Like a real gorilla, he jumped up and down, making all kinds of animal forms.
The Asian man sat quietly on the side, looking at Caesar.
A very familiar voice caused Caesar to be stunned. "We meet again! Caesar! "
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