Colonial Suit

The sewers were as filthy and chaotic as ever. Emaciated figures lay on both sides, their bodies emitting a faint aura of death. There were no rats, as they had all been eaten. Only a few maggots burrowed in and out of the hair of these people, occasionally being picked out and devoured.

Bloodshot eyes walked along the path home, with haphazard human bodies at his feet.

No one stopped him; Bloodshot Eyes was terrifying today. Usually, even at his most indifferent, his gaze towards people was normal. But today, the way he looked at everyone was as if he were looking at a group of inanimate objects. No emotion, no pity.

Along the way, everyone, whether dirty beggars or down-and-out vagrants, involuntarily made way for him, as if he were parting the waves. So he returned to his hut in just a moment. Pushing open the door, everything inside came into view.

The room was empty...

Bloodshot Eyes' gaze dimmed.

There was no slender figure. Nor any warm greetings. The hut was messy, with only a dilapidated wooden bed and a small square table. Several bundles of sharpened steel bars were piled in the corner. There was nothing else. It was obvious that the hut had just been ransacked. Food and the like had long been taken away, and even his wooden bed had some teeth marks left on it.

This was his hut. A seemingly familiar place.

But the familiar person was gone.

Bloodshot Eyes couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Something is a little different..."

Just then, his mind suddenly felt dizzy, and he vaguely heard a voice asking him, "What's different?"

He didn't answer, but leaned against the doorframe for a while. Then he went into the hut on his own and lay down on the cold wooden bed.

The wooden bed was hard and cold, but Bloodshot Eyes' expression was content, as if he were lying on the most comfortable soft couch. He fell asleep after only a moment. The dilapidated wooden door was still creaking, and outside the door were gaunt crowds, waiting to die, as they had been for a long time...

Black Bear was not a patient person. In fact, after Copper Tooth's sobbing complaint, he couldn't wait even a minute before leading his men into the sewers. As the boss of Shelter 'A', he was particularly intolerant of others challenging his authority. Especially by Bloodshot Eyes, a waste in his eyes not even worth garbage. He would use Bloodshot Eyes' blood to let everyone know who was the master of Shelter 'A'.

However, he had thought of the beginning, but not the end.

Bright red blood flowed across the concrete ground outside the hut. Broken corpses lay scattered outside the door, many no longer human. Having experienced a career as a cosmic mercenary, Bloodshot Eyes was no longer accustomed to the striking force of ordinary people, so he couldn't control the severity of his attacks. Across from the hut, Black Bear was nailed to the wall in the shape of a large character. Each of his limbs was pierced with a sharp steel bar.

His expression was terrified, as if he wanted to beg for mercy. But he could no longer make a sound.

A sharp steel bar was inserted from his mouth, directly piercing through his entire body.

From beginning to end, Bloodshot Eyes didn't say a word to him, because he was too lazy to be verbose. He completed this slaughter under the gaze of everyone in the sewers.

Silently tearing apart the enemy's limbs, silently twisting the other's neck. Silently nailing Black Bear to the wall. And silently, amidst the other's pleas, inserting the steel bar into his mouth.

No pity. No hesitation.

Bloodshot Eyes was as if he was doing something perfectly normal. But that kind of indifference and silence was precisely the source of everyone's fear. You have to know that no matter how ferocious a person is, they have to show it to intimidate people, but Bloodshot Eyes didn't even bother to put on a show. What does no show mean?

It means habit.

Accustomed to bloodlust, accustomed to killing, and not even feeling anything special. This was the attitude that made everyone tremble with fear.

In the silent sewers, blood dripped from Black Bear's body, drop by drop. Bloodshot Eyes' gaze was somewhat dazed. He muttered to himself again, "Something is different again..."

"What's different?"

That hazy voice asked again at the right moment. Bloodshot Eyes still didn't answer.

He just silently put down the dripping steel bar, silently returned to the hut, silently lay down on the bed, and silently fell asleep...

Just like he killed people silently.

The following days were a bit lively. Without Black Bear, the small groups that had been suppressed in the shelter became active, and there were occasional bloodshed and conflicts. The 'strongest' in the apocalypse were using their primitive and crude methods to decide who would be the new 'leader' of Shelter 'A'. Of course, gaining Bloodshot Eyes' support also became the thing they needed to consider most.

In the beginning, several small groups simply declared Bloodshot Eyes as their leader. Then they began to plunder recklessly, as if they could do whatever they wanted. But after their corpses were all nailed to the wall outside the hut, no one dared to do so again. Next, several small group leaders visited Bloodshot Eyes, wanting Bloodshot Eyes to be their backer. But their corpses were also nailed to the opposite wall.

In the end, everyone realized one thing. Bloodshot Eyes had no feelings about their power struggles at all. He had no feelings about anything here.

So after clumsy infighting, a new group became the boss of the shelter. And the first thing that boss did after taking office was to send Bloodshot Eyes a large amount of food and establish Bloodshot Eyes' position.

To his delight, Bloodshot Eyes calmly accepted the food and continued to sleep...

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The shelter thus gained peace.

However, what no one knew was that after all this had calmed down, Bloodshot Eyes went to an abandoned treatment plant in the sewers one night and stopped for a moment in a hidden corner.

"This is different."

"What's different?" That voice sounded quietly again. But it still received no answer.

Three days later, Bloodshot Eyes went to that black market again. The one that started his legendary career. But he didn't see the bandaged merchant, and of course, he couldn't see that gauntlet with the colony suit.

Standing in the center of the black market, Bloodshot Eyes suddenly smiled. He muttered to himself, "Sure enough, everything is different."

"What are you talking about?" That mysterious voice sounded again at the right moment, tempting him, "What's different?

This time, Bloodshot Eyes didn't ignore him, but said very naturally, "You're annoying..."

Then, history still followed its trajectory. Bloodshot Eyes left X35, met Sarah, and saw the meteorite that fell from the sky under that familiar peak.

Hensel, as in his memory, appeared in front of Bloodshot Eyes.

But unlike the coma in his memory, seeing Hensel falling from the sky, Bloodshot Eyes' first sentence was...

"I've been waiting for you for a long time..."

After saying that, Bloodshot Eyes jumped in front of Hensel and punched through his chest. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation...).