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After flying through the air for dozens of minutes, the gloomy city beneath him finally disappeared, and what he saw was a dilapidated ruins.

Zhang Lin fell slowly and stopped on an abandoned building.

Far away from the gloomy city, the resentment and darkness that kept flashing in his mind finally slowed down. He stabilized his body and stood up slowly.

This is a completely abandoned city, with collapsed houses everywhere and concrete bricks with exposed steel bars scattered on the streets.

His nose twitched, and there seemed to be a faint musty smell in the air.

Musty smell?

Slightly surprised, I took another deep breath. The strong musty smell in the air seemed to be getting worse.

Looking at the ruined city, my sense of smell gradually recovered, and the images that kept flashing in my mind seemed to begin to calm down.

Arriving at the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the street filled with abandoned debris, a scene suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

Two figures, one large and one small, were walking among the ruins. They were a middle-aged man with stubble and a very decadent look. He was wearing a gray uniform, exactly the same as the people in the previous city.

The boy holding the little hand was dressed in ordinary clothes, even a little tattered. His body was covered with dust, and he was holding a wooden doll in his hand.

Unknowingly, Zhang Lin also came to this street, and the picture in his mind seemed to be right in front of him.

Three figures, two large and one small, were walking on this ruined street, swaying, even though the surroundings were dilapidated, it gave people a warm illusion.

As he walked, the man lowered his head and looked at the little boy beside him, his eyes full of tenderness.

But the little boy had a cold face, holding a wooden doll in one hand, showing no intention of playing, and his eyes were only cold.

hum~ hum~ hum~

The timer on the man's hand suddenly vibrated, and he turned it off casually. However, the boy raised his head and looked directly into the man's eyes: "It's time for the injection."

"I know."

The man responded, hesitated slightly, and squatted down.

Caressing the boy's cheek, his eyes were full of tenderness: "Jurgen, we don't need to suppress our emotions. It's just a way for the dictator to control us."

"why?"

The boy responded coldly, feeling nothing about the warm palms on his face.

"Emotion is an innate ability of human beings. If we abandon it, what is the difference between humans and machines?"

"why?"

The boy's voice was still cold, and he couldn't feel any emotion.

The man smiled bitterly and ruffled the boy's hair: "You will understand."

He stood up and looked ahead. There was an abandoned library. The screen shook slightly and everything returned to normal.

Zhang Lin looked up and saw that the walls of the completely collapsed building were covered with bullet holes, and the smoke traces left by the flames were clearly visible on the doorways and windows.

Arriving at the door of the library that had been reduced to ruins, the door panel had been burned to ashes, leaving only the scorched wooden frame.

The clouds in the sky were thick, and even though it was daytime, the insufficient sunlight could not illuminate the interior of the library.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his feet and prepared to walk in. Everything in front of him changed again.

Everything has been restored to its original appearance. Although the library is old and shabby, the thick solid wood door is still strong.

The man glanced at the boy next to him, then smiled lightly and knocked on the door panel. The slightly rhythmic knocking sound slowly spread, and after a while, a hoarse voice came from inside.

"Who?"

The man looked slightly surprised and responded: "It's me. I brought Jurgen here. I hope you can accept him."

It suddenly became very quiet inside, and then there was a sound of locks opening and closing. Just from the sound, it could be heard that the people inside were very wary of the outside world.

crunch~

The door opened and a voice came from the darkness: "Come in."

Facing the darkness, the man suddenly felt a little short of breath. His hand holding the boy tightened unconsciously, and he turned sideways to block the boy in front of him.

Take a step forward!

Bang bang bang...! ! !

The darkness suddenly exploded into a bloody storm. Countless bullets shot out of the flames and penetrated into the man's body. Blood sprayed and bones and flesh were torn apart. The world turned into blood red in an instant!

The sudden burst of gunfire and splashing of plasma caught Zhang Lin off guard, and it seemed as if he was intertwined with himself, and he became that man.

Bullets crazily penetrated the body, and the pain of tearing muscles penetrated the nerves. The endless pain surged into his brain and made him almost crazy.

The shooting lasted for six or seven seconds before stopping, not because of mercy, but because the man hiding in the darkness had run out of bullets.

His body was weak to the end, and the boy hidden behind him was also pressed under him.

Scarlet blood splattered everywhere, and although the boy was protected behind him, he was still penetrated by several stray bullets.

The man was dead, but his soul flew out of his body and was just quietly guarding the boy.

There were heavy footsteps in the darkness, and a tall, middle-aged man wearing a priest's robe appeared in front of the tattered corpse.

As he appeared, footsteps cluttered in the darkness, and a large number of armed soldiers walked out of the darkness.

Eight people, slovenly dressed like refugees, were escorted out. Their hands were handcuffed behind their backs, and their mouths were tied with cloth strips. They were unable to even resist. These were the people who should have been waiting here for the arrival of the man!

bang bang bang! ! !

Gunfire exploded, and eight bodies fell in a pool of blood.

He stepped forward and kicked away the man's completely tattered body, revealing the boy underneath who was wrapped in plasma.

The boy was not dead yet. His body was penetrated by multiple stray bullets, but the main organs were narrowly avoided.

Although his body had been penetrated by bullets, he did not cry or howl, he just looked at the murderer of his father in front of him quietly.

It had only been a few minutes since the special medicine had been injected, and his nerves were still paralyzed.

There is no pain, no joy, no hatred, and no fear.

He just looked at the man in priest uniform in front of him quietly, and this man also looked at him with an indifferent expression.

His body became weaker and weaker, and with the loss of blood, subtle changes finally appeared between the boy's brows. The man quickly put away the gun in his hand, took out the injection gun from his pocket and injected an injection into the boy's neck.

As the medicine entered his body, the boy's slightly aware expression gradually calmed down and returned to being cold and ruthless again.

The priest reached out and picked up the boy. He seemed to say something to the soldiers around him but could not hear the sound, and then left slowly.

The weak boy in his arms looked back at his father in a pool of blood. His body, which was almost torn by bullets, fell to the ground, his life lost forever.

His face was expressionless, without any touch, and the lingering indifference on his face seemed to be imprinted deep in his soul.

No, it's not the same. The time to recover his emotions just now was very short, even less than a second, but it was this second that planted the seed in his heart.

All the corpses were thrown back into the library. Under the combined action of flamethrowers and Molotov cocktails, the library turned into a sea of ​​fire, and everything burned!

The car started and everyone left, but the man floating next to the boy took one last look at his child, his eyes full of pain and regret.

Zhang Lin looked at him quietly, waiting for his next move, but what happened next surprised him.

Under the illumination of the blazing flames, the man slowly turned his head and looked directly at him. There was surprise, confusion, and deep suspicion in his eyes. In the end, everything turned into calm.

"Mr. Death, are you here...to destroy this place?"

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