Overturned Tower

It sounds like a chick cracking an eggshell, and the sound of glass breaking.

Crisp, but not broken, although the cracks have spread, but the shell has not really been reborn.

The brilliance of psionic energy flickered in the bottom of Russell's pupils, and the dark green flame with uncertain light and dark gradually faded and turned pale as he breathed - it didn't come from the brilliance of his mother, but the fire that Russell burned himself.

But the flame didn't last for too long, and it shook violently again and changed back.Like a candle blown by the wind.

Chapter 36 A Fool's Madness

The elevator of the Hive Nightclub was descending from the [-]th floor.

The light in the elevator is ambiguous pink, and there is rhythmic fast-paced music playing.

The prelude of the music is like a lover breathing gently in the ear.The lazy sound of bubbles and panting makes the heart beat faster.

However, a tall man with antlers in a high-necked windbreaker, with a cold face and dark circles visible to the naked eye, stood among a group of people wearing masks of crying and laughing.

If you ignore the noise and cheers of the people around you, the inferior person at this moment is like a sleep-deprived social animal squeezing the morning subway.

at this time.

Next to the inferior, a lady suddenly squeezed over.

She wears a crying face mask and has deer ears similar to those of the inferior, but without antlers on her head.

"……Who are you?"

She was clearly puzzled by the inferiors without masks.

But the drunkenness—or the gorgeous satin-like long golden hair of the inferior made her feel that such details were irrelevant.

She drank half of the wine in the glass, and then handed it to the inferior.

"Why don't you drink it?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, and the temperature of her breath was scorching hot.

The golden liquor is only two fingers shallow.There is still a faint lip mark next to the cup.

The inferior frowned, a little displeased.His head was tilted slightly away from the opponent.

Because he clearly smelled the alcohol smell from the deer girl's breath.

He was a teetotaler and hated drunks very much.Very very annoying.

The lady obviously had a little too much to drink, and turned her mask to one side, wanting to give the inferior a kiss.

"Ma'am, please respect yourself."

The inferior warned in a low voice with no expression on his face.

His voice was deep and slow, like ice that hadn't completely melted.

His left hand, which was wearing a black leather glove, gently blocked in front of him.Two fingers stood upright in front of the drunk deer's lips, and his open left arm prevented the other from approaching him... while the thumb and little finger approached the other's carotid artery.

"Why, this is good wine. You despise me?"

Miss Xiaolu said dissatisfied.

As she spoke, she stared blankly at the inferior: "You...seem a little familiar."

At this moment, the descending elevator suddenly stopped.The people in the elevator looked out subconsciously.

"Tsk."

The poor one smacked his lips.

That's nowhere near where Russell is...but there's no way around it.

If you continue to stay, you may be in trouble.

Just wait for the next shift.

You have to prevent the other party from chasing, otherwise, if you fight, you may accidentally injure this innocent person...

So, seeing her, I wanted to say something... Before the other party continued to go crazy with alcohol, the inferior took the glass of wine in her hand with his empty right hand.

"I accept your kindness, thank you."

The inferior said so, but there was no sense of gratitude in his tone.Taking advantage of the other party's stupefied opportunity, he left the elevator.

However, although the elevator stopped on this floor, no one came up from here.

The inferior calmly straightened his collar with his left hand, then carried it behind his back.While shaking the wine glass with only the bottom left in his right hand, he walked slowly out like a waiter.

Although he could tell that it was indeed just an innocent girl who was simply drunk.

However, the vigilance cultivated by the inferior since childhood makes him never eat food and drink from unknown sources.

Whether it's tea or alcohol, medicine or food, be with friends you can trust -- at least the kind that won't drug you.

It's a pity... there aren't many bad friends of this level.

"Come out, gentlemen."

The inferior looked towards the front of the corridor and said coldly, "I'm here. Are you satisfied?"

When the elevator door opened and he saw that there was no one outside from the inside...he already understood that someone was waiting for him here.

But he has to come out.

Otherwise, in order to prevent him from advancing quickly to Russell, the people waiting here will definitely take more violent measures-such as cutting the elevator cable.

In order to ensure that the innocent people who stay with them will not suffer because of this, the bad ones can only leave the elevator when it stops in the middle.

When the ambiguous music faded away, a muffled voice sounded like talking with his head stuck in an iron barrel.

"Sure enough, you will choose to use the elevator and go down from the highest floor...the inferior one."

Look in the direction where the sound came from.It was a rather thin child.

He was wearing an iron mask, standing straight across from the inferior, with his hands tied behind his back.

There was a red light ticking and blinking on the iron mask—

"Your behavior pattern is so easy to understand. Like a child who puts the tastiest food last."

And the two rows of prosthetics holding electric batons stood quietly on both sides as if welcoming guests.

The inferior was silent, and put on a dark green monocle.

This tactical glasses can mark thermal energy, and at the same time can distinguish the identity of everyone.

Each of these strong bodyguards has a chip, and each of them has no life or other criminal records in their hands.

They were either hired, bought, or deceived... In short, they are "shields" launched by people who are familiar with the company law of Happy Island.

When ordinary people with clean identities do not hold any deadly weapons—if the executive officer causes irreversible damage to them or kills them directly, then the executive officer himself will also be held accountable for murder.Only when the other party has actually threatened his life can he resist to the same degree.

All the inferiors can do is upload their identity information to Delphinium silently.

They will be marked and monitored by Tianen Group's system.But that's all.

This is also the rule of Happy Island.

"Ordinary people" cannot be held accountable after the fact unless captured directly at the scene of the crime.

Even if you know what organization the other party is related to, you are not allowed to arrest and interrogate or search for memories.

Or to put it more clearly: that is, if the executive department does not have a solid chain of evidence, it cannot go to trouble the "wage earners".

Because no one knows whether he will be reduced to this situation in the future; and no one knows whether these people will become his colleagues in the future.

And these people in front of the inferior, besides holding electric batons... even the prosthetic body that can throw bombs and increase strength has been shut down.Except for the prosthetic body that makes them more resistant to beatings is still functioning, they look like stupid iron lumps.

However, this is the most dangerous.

If it is an ordinary executive officer, I am afraid it will be planted today.When you can't use lethal means, you are cornered by nearly thirty strong men with electric shock weapons-this is almost an unsolvable situation.

But luckily he was the bad guy.

The bad guy breathed a sigh of relief.

He does have the ability to easily kill everyone present... It doesn't even matter if it is ten times more powerful, as long as he uses the delphinium chip, he can even collapse the entire building.

However, there are too many innocent people in this building.And the psionic attack of the inferior has no ability to distinguish between enemy and friend.

If the opponent picked up even a pistol at this time, he had to fight back, and ordinary people would definitely be hit.

Paralysis, deafness, internal injuries, heart disease, invalidation of life-support prosthetics, paralysis of mechanical internal organs...even death on the spot.

Even then he wouldn't be questioned -- not even suspended, given his ability to do the job.

But the bad will not forgive themselves.

And the old opponent in front of him must have understood his character, behavior pattern and ability to act like this.

"I knew it was you... the veil of ignorance."

The inferior sighed and stood still.

As the most active member of the Special Operations Department, he even participated in every most dangerous capture operation of the Department of Operations, among which he contributed at the "MVP" level... As the "most loyal dog", the inferior can be said to be in the lower city is notorious.In every organization, there must be people who are captured or killed by the inferior.

—although those people confused him with a delphinium, he was really a stag.

In downtown, many, many people wanted to kill him.But the smarter bigwigs in downtown knew that just killing the bad guy wasn't going to make any sense.Because he is just a wage earner.

What they want is to destroy the symbolic existence of the "inferior".

It's not just about letting him be sniped in a gutter.

The standard "color ratio" for executives is 1:2:7.Only 20.00% of the people are absolutely clean and trustworthy white, and [-]% of the people are black with interests related to various forces in the lower city, or other large and small companies in the upper city.They have either been lurking in from the very beginning, or they have been fully bribed and ready to defect at any time.

The remaining 70.00% are the majority of people who try to keep themselves clean but find it difficult to resist every temptation.Their color is between white and black, with different shades of gray.

In most cases, they are trustworthy, but they are not impossible to buy if the price is high enough.

Among the ten percent, the inferior ones are also the top "pure white".

He has a bad attitude towards most people, including his own board of directors. When he receives a fucking task, he will bluntly curse and even refuse to execute it.

He also looked down on the stupid and short-sighted public, and even hated the so-called "heroes", calling them "fool's madness".He referred to the people of the downtown area as "the scumbags," full of criminals, cowards, and crooks;

Because as long as he speaks, he will definitely curse.

The executive department is the organization with the highest evaluation by the bad, and he evaluated it as "although there is stinky water and garbage everywhere, but there are people who really want to do things."That's why he will help the Executive Department to perform the most dangerous tasks to protect their safety.

Therefore, although his feats of fighting crime surpass everyone on this empty island, only a very small number of people are willing to call him a hero... and these people who believe in him will also be mercilessly punished by the inferior. scold.

Almost everyone wanted to stay away from him, many people respected him, and just as many hated him.

The entire Happy Island is full of people who fear him... Many people think that the inferior person himself is the one who got the madness.

The bad guys themselves know these remarks.He knows it all.

But he didn't bother to argue with it.Because theories are meaningless.

There's one thing everyone agrees on, though—that is, bad guys can't be bought.

Because of this, completely knocking down this target will have special significance.

Chapter 37 Bloodthirsty Beast

On the other side, in Xiao Liuli's room.

After Russell finished the battle, the dizziness in his head struck again, and even became more serious.

He felt a little nauseous... but luckily he had a healing chip.

Russell took out the chip box given to him by the inferior, picked out the green chip from it, and inserted it into the slot of the prosthetic left arm.

A warm and firm fuzzy memory flooded into my mind.Along with the hope that emerged from the bottom of his heart, Russell's pupils became richer and deeper in color, turning into a dark green that would remind people of spring.

Green light danced around him.

Russell's injuries recovered quickly, and the wound on his head healed completely in less than half a minute.

Because it was too simple, it even made him feel a little unreal.

... If it wasn't for the lack of time to insert the chip just now, this blue chip with the "light bullet protection" power might have made his victory easier.

But it doesn't seem to be practical to precisely switch the chip you want to use during the battle.

Russell pulled the used green chip out of the prosthetic hand and dropped it on the ground.