The End of the World: Chaos

The seat next to him was empty, as if it contained his deep thoughts. For a moment, worry came over him, and he couldn't help but call out his deepest desire: "Where is Bana? ​​He should be here now, right?"

"Don't expect anything from him. It's useless." Xika's tone revealed helplessness and loss, and his broad shoulders trembled slightly. "Now Banner, once he puts on the suppressor, is already a mortal man. He has already fallen into a deep sleep. It is useless to want to borrow his power."

Steve was silent, his face tense, and the countless thoughts that flashed through his mind eventually turned into a faint sense of loss. At this moment, his concern for Banner had overwhelmed all his fighting will, and only the sorrow lingered.

Seeing his tired face, Ruth sighed in her heart and said in a voice as gentle as the wind: "You should also lie down quietly. There is no need to hold on like this. This kind of self-perseverance is not worth the loss."

"Please tell me Yang Yi's phone number!" Steve made up his mind secretly. Although his voice was weak, his tone revealed incomparable firmness.

"Can you hold on?" Seeing this, Ruth's face was full of doubts, and endless worry was revealed in her eyes.

"Even if we can't hold on, we must still fight!" Steve gritted his teeth, his eyes were sharp, and he refused to retreat even a single step.

The two stared at each other for a long time, seemingly inspired by his fiery determination. Ruth and Sika couldn't help but admire this persistent hero. Finally, Ruth took a deep breath, took out the note she had prepared, and handed it to him with the small words on it: "Our persistence will give you a glimmer of hope. In addition, call this number, there is a recording that may help you."

Steve saw the sincerity of this man and was grateful. He immediately turned and ran towards the door of the apartment. His steps were quick and firm, like a general about to go into battle, unstoppable.

"Steve, wait a minute!" Ruth and Sika looked at each other, unable to hide their worries, and called out softly, but only sporadic sounds were heard.

He ran wildly into the night, driving away the sleepiness and fatigue along the way, like a horse that is not afraid of difficulties, raising a gust of dust. However, the wheel of fate is always like a high wall. Heroes move forward bravely, but it is difficult to escape the lurking undercurrent.

The once bright motorcycle stood in the night, and Steve pushed it without hesitation. He held the handlebars tightly, but he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, his heart was beating like thunder, his mind was drowsy, but his eyes were fixed on the road of hope.

After driving for only ten meters, the view ahead began to blur, like a broken dream. My pace slowed down involuntarily, and the motorcycle in my hand seemed to have lost its owner and gradually lost control. My heart sank, and then there was a dull collision, and my consciousness, which was on the verge of collapse, collapsed instantly.

"Steve!" Sika and Ruth were shocked and ran to the street, their anxious shouts echoing on the roadside. However, it was too late. The brave soldier was lying alone on the desolate street, looking dazed, as if he was fighting against coma.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn?" Xika knelt beside him, his heart full of resentment and helplessness, his eyes revealing some pain, "You are clearly in such a state of unbearable pain, why are you still struggling to hold on?"

Ruth bit her lips tightly, feeling uneasy, and whispered to herself, "You are such a fool..." Tears welled up in her eyes, as if she was sad for her fearlessness and obsession.

They watched Steve in a coma quietly, with a myriad of thoughts in their minds. Knowing that everything was in vain, he was still clinging to his heart and struggling. Who was he fighting for at this moment? That courage and persistence seemed to have already transcended the boundaries of life and death.

At this moment, Steve, who was unable to respond, had his heart between the gods, perhaps struggling with his inner obsession. Among his myriad thoughts, he was only calling out Banner's name, longing for a ray of hope to arrive.

"Banner, when will you get out of this haze?" His inner voice surged like a tide, tearing at that trace of persistence and desire. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and everything around him turned into mist in his heart, with struggle and loneliness intertwined.

"If Banner is with me, why should I fear the ups and downs of life?" The uncontrollable emotions in his heart burned like lava, driving him to keep moving forward in the abyss of will.

At this time, Ruth and Sika, who were not far away, had only ruthless tears and endless sighs to accompany them. Looking at the hero who silently endured everything, they felt heartbroken and melancholy.

"How will all this end?" Xika looked at the starry sky with a dazed look in his eyes, with only endless bitterness spreading in his heart.

Ruth said softly: "Perhaps, he just wants to find that warmth and comfort. Even if he can't hold on, he must keep a glimmer of hope in his heart..."