Rebel Demon King

Benner Nelson stood in the toilet cubicle, first took off the 'shielding earrings' that concealed his identity as a carrier, then carefully unbuttoned his pants, took out a "beetle"-sized communication device from his crotch, and threw it towards vents. The black beetle flew silently into the exhaust fan and disappeared in an instant.

After a moment, Fatty's voice came from the headset, "Boss, the link was successfully established. Fortunately, they only blocked some basic 4G/5G/6G signals. I can bypass the blocking using 3G."

Benner Nelson tilted his head slightly closer to the miniature microphone on his collar. He lowered his voice and said, "Well done, fat man. Professionally, you have never let me down."

"No, they are too good at it. This level is not even worthy of praise."

"No need for compliments, what else do you want? A salary increase? Oh no, Pete, your salary is already very high."

"Salary increase? Oh~ Boss, I would rather not have a salary, I just hope I don't get 'lotus-planted' by the Hells Angels!"

Benner Nelson was silent for a few seconds and said in a joking tone: "'Hells Angels'? If it is the 'Hells Angels' who are going to plant our lotus flowers, that is definitely good news!"

"What do you mean?"

"There's no time to explain. I'll send you the previous material first, and you can ask the camera crew to edit it a bit."

"OK."

"I'll record another paragraph and edit it later." Benner Nielsen lowered his voice slightly, pulled out one eyeball, held it in his hand, turned it half a circle, and pointed the pupil at himself, then carefully whispered, "Hey~ Hello everyone, this is Benner Nielsen's 'Global Current Affairs Tracking' channel, and I am your good friend Benner Nielsen. You should have seen that the position I am in now is very special. , because you have never seen a professional reporter hosting a program in the bathroom. But there is no way. The current situation is special. I am in the most dangerous place for mankind. There are huge secrets hidden here. I have to live broadcast in this way. .I can’t tell you the specific location, I can only tell you that next you will see a unique picture in the world, so to hell with the gift box and the Palace of Versailles, they are all deceptive things, false romance, Next, I will lead you on an adventure to reveal some incredible truths. Yes, I did not use the wrong word, it is indeed 'unbelievable'. Hold your chins, this is by no means alarmist. I bet, No matter where you sit, whether you are using a mobile phone or a computer, you will deeply feel that this is indeed a great adventure. Come on! Let’s go!”

Benner Nielsen stuffed his pupils back into his eyes, flushed the toilet, and fastened his belt with a "squeaking" sound.

When he pushed open the door of the toilet cubicle, he said softly: "Fat man, don't post a live broadcast preview without my order."

"Okay, boss."

"You must remember it." Benner Nelson repeated it again.

"I certainly won't."

Hearing Fat Pete's answer again, he closed the door and walked out, washed his hands in front of the mirror, then took out a tissue, wiped his hands and walked out of the bathroom.

The guard who had been waiting outside for a while was happily chatting with Loren Gray. He didn't look at him again, and he didn't care about why he stayed there for so long.

"I'm sorry for keeping you two waiting."

"It's okay." The guard immediately turned his attention to Loren Gray's bun-like snow-white skin before he had time to look at Benner Nelson.

Loren Gray didn't take it seriously at all. He inadvertently held up his chest with his left arm, wiped his tears with his right hand, and said worriedly: "Let's go quickly! I want to know how Garbo is doing soon. I'm really going to collapse. I hope nothing happens to her."

"Miss Jenny, don't be too anxious. Even if something happens to your sister, there is still a chance of resurrection."

"Don't talk nonsense, Cruze." Another guard warned softly.

"Really?" Loren Gray raised his big, teary eyes and asked pitifully.

"It doesn't matter, it's not a secret. Everyone will know it soon anyway." The guard named Cruz looked at Loren Gray and said, "As long as someone can take the 'Pilgrim Road' to pass the level, they can be resurrected. At least there are still people who choose to Take the road to heaven”

"Then can they pass the level?" Benner Nelson suddenly interjected and asked.

"I can't draw a conclusion about this."

Benner Nelson was relieved when the guard said this. At least this meant that the identity of "Lucifer" had not been exposed and they had caught up.

"But at least there is a chance. Although the team that chooses to take the Heavenly Road is small in number, it is not weak in strength."

"Thank you for telling me this news." Loren Gray raised his hand to wipe away his tears again, made the sign of the cross on Bai Huahua's chest, and prayed devoutly, "May the Creator bless Garbo!"

When the two guards saw Loren Gray's pitiful appearance, they worked tirelessly to comfort her, and there was even a hint of secret competition. When they were sent to the VIP viewing room, they asked for their contact information at the same time. When Loren Gray closed the door, the two guards still looked unsatisfied.

Benner Nelson had no time to pay attention to the reluctant eyes of the two new dog lickers. After quickly locking the door, he used his skills to check the location of the monitor, and then gave Loren Gray a hint in his eyes.

Loren Gray nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

From the airport to entering the VIP viewing room of the "New Babylon Athletic Center", the whole process was incredibly smooth. There was no thrilling feeling at all. As he approached success, Benner Nielsen's heartbeat became faster and faster. He felt like he was rowing on a rapid, with rugged rocks on the churning river like sharp canine teeth, and a shocking roar in front of him. There was also a hazy mist that he couldn't see clearly, but he knew that there was a waterfall in front of him.

"To the shore! To the shore! To the shore quickly!" He heard a voice shouting urgently in his eardrums and in his heart.

In a daze, Loren Gray walked to the sofa and sat down. He picked up the remote control and couldn't wait to turn on the giant screen TV.

The semi-circular giant screen lit up, and what came into view was the advertising screen.

Benner Nielsen trembled, walked to the window, opened the curtains and took a look outside. The huge sports center was empty, and the four-sided screens hanging in the center of the arena were also turned off. The entire venue was immersed in darkness. In the silent darkness. Only a few glimmers of light came from the glass windows surrounding the center on the second and third floors. Probably some relatives of the gladiators who rushed to Baghdad were arranged in the VIP viewing room.

"So what does the world look like?"

"It's not up to anyone's eyes, it's up to us, us the media, what we the media want it to look like, that's what it looks like!"

“So what’s the point of media existence?”

"Discover the truth? Let the public focus on the dark side?"

"Do justice? Become the conscience of society?"

"Transmit information? Allow all parties to have channels to express their views? To maintain social stability?"

"Go to hell! Our responsibility is to shape the world! We have to compete with other media for the power to shape the world!"

"Magazines, newspapers, television, and the Internet are our battlefields!"

"Paper, pen, keyboard, mouse, and computer are our weapons!"

"Every word we write, every article we publish, and every video we shoot are shaping the world and seizing the power to rule the world!"

"Power! Power! Power!"

The teacher's roar echoed in Benner Nelson's skull. His blood was boiling and his emotions were high. Inexplicably, he remembered a scene he saw on Broadway, which was Act 1, Scene 2 of "Julius Caesar."

Cassius persuades Brutus to join them in their effort to eliminate Caesar.

Cassius said to Brutus: "People sometimes have control over their own destiny, (but this opportunity is fleeting). If we are controlled by others, dear Brutus, the fault is not in our destiny, And among ourselves! Brutus and Caesar; what's so great about the name 'Caesar'? Why do people mention it but not Brutus? Put those two names together and your name is no better than His ugliness is just as easy to read when you put it in your mouth; when weighed, they are of the same weight; if you use them to call gods and ghosts, 'Brutus' can also move ghosts, just like 'Caesar' 'Same. By the name of all the gods, what kind of delicacies did our Caesar eat to become so great? Shameful times! O Rome, your noble lineage has been interrupted! Since the flood, in what era have you Has it not produced more famous figures than one? Until now, when has it been possible to say of Rome that within her vast walls there is but one man's world? If Rome were monopolized by one man, then it would really be has become uninhabited. Ah! you and I have heard our fathers say that once upon a time there was a Brutus in Rome who did not want his country to be ruled by a monarch just as he did not want it to be ruled by one prince. It’s like being ruled by an eternal demon.”

In the confusion, everything that happened when I met the man in the shelter that day reappeared in my mind, and I remembered the conversation with him. The previous conversations about those Adam 9-A robots were still fresh in his memory. He didn't dare to record them anywhere, so he kept them in his brain and relived them every night.

Among them, what he paid the least attention to was the dialogue about "original intention" and "evil dragon", but it was very important and important in shaping the character, so he was most impressed, even though he never knew what "original intention" was.

Maybe he doesn't know what his original intention is. He has always been a desire animal driven by some kind of obsession. If strong "curiosity" and "reluctance to admit defeat" can be considered his original intention, then he still has it now. .

In the blackness of the abyss, he seemed to see Lucifer crossing this narrow world like a giant. And the little mortals walked under his thick legs, looking around, looking for an ignominious grave for themselves.

"FXXK, what am I hesitating about? Are those scum that should be eliminated from the old era better than Lucifer? Or am I afraid. Afraid of becoming Adam 9-A? Or am I an ant manipulated by artificial intelligence? Really? Damn it, am I not an ant now? I don’t want to be an ant.”

He pulled the curtains tight, like a cable climbing a cliff.

"I didn't betray my country, it was those lizard people who forced me to do so. They deserve to die!"

He lowered his head and squeezed out a small voice from the gap between his teeth next to the wheat, "Fat man, I will try to connect their phone lines and TV signal lines. You can hack into their security system and playback system. Let me know when you are done." .”

As soon as the fat man's voice came through the earphones, it was swallowed up by another desolate and sad voice that swirled in the room like music.

"You made me smell a different smell. It's the smell of a crown, thorns, and blood." Shalia lowered her head, her long reddish-brown hair hanging to the ground, floating gently like a reed in the wind. , he seemed to be reciting a poem, "Language will increase misunderstandings, shall we degrade our ears? Commandments will cause harm, shall we extinguish the candles? By breaking through the gap of misunderstanding, will human beings avoid fights? My king, You have built such a high tower. When you stand on it, can you see far enough? Until the future."

Benner Nelson was shocked. He immediately turned around and saw a tall man as beautiful as a stag standing in the dark forest.

He threw down the curtains, found the best position, and adjusted the focus of his pupils so that the whole picture could be included. He and Loren Gray sat quietly. The shoe opened a hole silently, and two mechanical cockroaches popped out with their thumbs, crawling along the base of the sofa towards the phone and TV.

The two of them didn't dare to talk and stared at the screen, while the camera kept switching between the two teams. It wasn't until the "Heavenly Road" team completed their mission and rushed to the beach that Fat Pete finally received news, telling him that the invasion was completed and he could now ignore the surveillance.

Benner Nielsen had thousands of thunders falling in his heart, "Immediately release the edited opening material to warm it up." He turned to look at Loren Gray, took a deep breath, "Next will be Our most glorious moment will also be our most dangerous moment. Those who spend a lot of money to buy out the live broadcast will definitely not allow us to spread the truth. We must be prepared."

(will be updated later)