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Blood, broken bones.

Teeth, tofu.

These things are like the paint splashed by a painter, like the improvised graffiti of an artist.

They are scattered throughout the elevator, and together they create a beautiful picture called death.

Lex expressionlessly flicked a piece of flesh that fell on his black suit.

Although he tried to stay calm, his pale cheeks and rolling Adam's apple revealed the bald man's current state of mind, and he felt sick.

Witnessing a living person's head being blown off is no less than a horrific torture and nightmare for anyone.

"Kino."

Lex spoke with difficulty and glared at Gino: "Next time you kill someone, don't do it in front of me."

Well, Mr. Lai is kind-hearted and doesn't want people to die in front of him.

Jino didn't answer, but stretched out his hands to hold the elevator door.

Jumping down from the elevator shaft on the second floor and then ruthlessly entering the elevator room, this delicate elevator obviously cannot withstand this level of damage and has fallen into a "strike" state.

Roughly pulling open the iron door,

The number on the electronic display above the head stayed at "1", and with the heart-wrenching sound of steel friction echoing, the elevator opened, and Gino and Lex walked out of the elevator.

"Kino."

The expected person appeared on the first floor, with an awkward smile on his face, obviously feeling guilty for the trouble he had caused. When the boy caught a glimpse of the tragic situation in the elevator, the smile that originally hung on his face condensed.

The awkward smile was still on his face, but Clark stood there blankly. Even in summer, his limbs felt cold. He was stunned by the scene in front of him.

This was Clark's first time witnessing the horror of death.

Not long ago, after Earl kidnapped Lex and left, Clark's extraordinary physique did not take long to recover as before.

At that time, there was only one thought in his mind, stop Earl!

But when Clark used his clairvoyance ability to catch up with the elevator, he saw

Blood-stained elevator, headless corpse.

Horrible and disgusting images constantly impacted Clark's mind.

The result was very different from what he imagined.

Poor Earl, the black uncle who often taught him singing in his childhood has now turned into a headless corpse, and even the human trachea can be seen from the bloody neck.

The right arm frozen by the ice and the broken elevator made Clark easily guess what was going on.

Gino tore open the elevator, restrained Earl with his frozen vision, and then punched the black man in the head.

And it's not a good thing if a person's brain is too developed. Clark can easily construct scenes in his imagination, and then his brain can't accept such a bloody picture.

"vomit!"

Clark's stomach was churning and he lay on the ground retching subconsciously.

Clark couldn't understand that Gino could stop Earl in other ways.

But why did the other party kill this poor black man?

"Why are you so calm?"

Clark glared at Gino with the same eyes as a murderer.

The young man spread his hands:

"Then what should I do, make a gesture of repentance?"

"I don't think I was wrong."

Jino sneered, shook off the blood beads on his hand, and accused mercilessly: "Besides, what qualifications do you have to question me?"

"If my guess is correct, this damn black man should have been hiding in your house last night, right?"

Jino said sharply: "And the reason why he can avoid the company's security check may also be because of your help."

"See what you did?"

"Bringing an extremely mentally unstable madman into a dangerous chemical plant."

Jino took a step forward, put one hand behind his back, and pointed to the body in the elevator with one hand: "That crazy black man pointed a gun at my brother, just to find the legendary third floor."

"You put everyone at risk and naively thought you had the power to control the situation."

"But you'll just mess it up and live like Hamlet in contradiction."

"You haven't thought about what would happen if your black uncle friend didn't find the answer he wanted."

Gino retracted his right hand, extended his index finger and raised his thumb, making a shooting gesture towards his temple.

"Bang!" Jino spit out the syllables of shooting.

He injected Clark coldly: "When the time comes, my brother will die, and this is all due to your kindness."

"But he didn't shoot!" Clark stood up slowly, resisting the desire to vomit and opened his mouth to retort.

Jino snorted: "That's me nipping the danger in the cradle in advance!"

Clark took a deep breath and slowly clenched his fists: "So, this is the reason why you kill people wantonly?"

"His death is your choice, Clark!" Gino stared at Clark and said word by word: "You can ask for my help."

"But you didn't. You preferred to believe Earl's story."

"In your opinion, this black man is more trustworthy than I am."

"So, you treat Earl with your choice, and I'll treat him with mine."

Gino looked at Clark, his blue eyes scanning Clark's cheeks that were flushed with anger: "Do you remember the first time we talked about "justice"? I said that I will not let go of anyone who harms my family and friends. people."

"He bullied my family, my brother, and he deserves to die."

"And now." Gino no longer indulges in memories. He is half a head taller than Clark and his aura gradually becomes fiercer: "You are like a moral saint asking me not to kill people?"

"Even if this person may take away the lives of my relatives, you still want me to stand by and watch?"

"Clark." Gino's tone gradually became stronger: "If the people being pointed at by the gun were your parents, would you still be able to say such righteous words!!"

Gino didn't even have to guess. If Martha was really held at gunpoint, what he would do was no different from his own.

Clark was speechless. He subconsciously recalled the scene of Martha being kidnapped. Then, Clark felt his cheeks were hot and could not speak.

If his loved ones were kidnapped and he was extremely angry, he might make the same choice as Keno.

"so."

Gino sighed, looked at Clark, and said word by word: "Your double standards make people laugh."

After the words fell, the atmosphere between the two gradually became silent.

The original shame turned into shame and anger.

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

Jino's words were heartbreaking. Clark's chest was heaving violently, and he was constantly breathing heavily.

"Yes, Keno!" Clark became angry and yelled: "You are always right, and you always have a lot of reasons to explain why you are right."

"But Earl was also my friend, and you killed him!"

Gino chuckled with contempt, stared at Clark with a hint of provocation, and slowly said: "That's because he deserves to die."

"See what he did?"

"He broke into a fertilizer factory filled with dozens of tons of ammonium nitrate with a firearm. If the firearm went off, half the town would be razed to the ground."

"So, I don't think I was wrong to kill him!"

"Everyone's life is in his hands."

"If he doesn't die, who will die?" Gino looked at Clark coldly: "Are you going to die for him?"

Clark was speechless. He clenched his hands tightly, making a sound of bones twisting.

The young man's strong self-esteem prevented Clark from lowering his head and admitting his mistakes.

Gino didn't care about Clark's reaction. He pointed at his eyes and said, "Look at the red bloodshot eyes. What's wrong?"

The boy smiled and raised his fist: "Do you want to fight me?"

"Use force to make me accept your childish and ridiculous worldview?"

Thanks to Ash and Fall for the 500 point reward, thank you guys.

ps: I have been reading Gotham comics recently, looking for some interesting material, and mature readers should learn to recommend some interesting comics or animations to the author on their own (beep quietly: Forget about the movie, except for director Zha, Warner executives They are just a bunch of idiots who are just trying to make money. They have to imitate Marvel’s popcorn style. Are DC superheroes popcorn style? Warner, you don’t understand. What does Dong Shi Xiaoqian do to make money? The director of the factory shows his face with emoticons.)