The End of the World: Chaos

"Woo... Woo..." The brave guy tried desperately to make a sound, his eyes flashing with trembling and full of begging.

"Can you please have some peace and quiet?" The Red Skull said coldly, his voice coming through the opaque mask, sonorous and powerful. At this moment, he was already hesitant in his heart. The process of peeling off the face required great concentration, so he naturally did not want to be disturbed by this timid voice.

"Woo! Woo!" The brave guy shook his head in panic and twisted his body, as if trying to escape.

The Red Skull frowned slightly, and the tool in his hand stopped involuntarily. He locked his eyes on the brave guy, thinking to himself: "You really have never realized the preciousness of life. Are you expecting me to give you a chance to live?"

"Woo!" Despair flashed in the brave guy's eyes. He clenched his teeth and tried to make more sounds.

The Red Skull felt irritated and annoyed, so he twisted the brave guy's neck with all his strength. With a crisp "click", the brave guy's body twitched for a moment, and then he simply stopped struggling.

"What a troublesome guy." Red Skull shook his head, feeling very angry. Then, he arranged the body of the brave guy neatly, then raised the sharp weapon in his hand and pointed it at the lifeless body in front of him.

"Bang! Bang!" With two gunshots, a blue light flashed across like lightning, accurately hitting the two bodies, which instantly turned into flying dust and debris, scattering all over the ground.

"It's so straightforward, it saves a lot of trouble." Red Skull said to himself. Although covered by a mask, his eyes revealed a hint of coldness and determination.

He continued the complicated preparations to perfect the new face he had just poured. On the workbench next to him, a piece of intact skin lay quietly. Red Skull was as meticulous as a craftsman, carefully handling every detail until the edges fit more and more, like an excellent painting.

"Poor tool, but it can help me reshape myself." The Red Skull curled up a cold smile and immediately handled the corpse more cleanly.

"But before that, I have to restore peace to this place." He muttered to himself, looking around, thinking that he had to completely eliminate all possible traces.

He began to destroy the surrounding instruments one by one. The sound of the instruments breaking was like the roar of summer thunder, swift and crisp. The lights of the instruments flickered, as if bidding farewell to the hidden tragedy at the moment. The Red Skull took this opportunity to feel a little pleasure. Sure enough, the pleasure of destruction was even more intoxicating.

Afterwards, the Red Skull looked around and confirmed that there were no signs of missing anything. He slowly opened the small door hidden behind the wall and walked out of the laboratory. Each step he took seemed calm and unhurried, like the majesty of the Lord of Night.

Walking out of the base, the moonlight was like water, the breeze was blowing, and the Red Skull took a deep breath. The relaxed feeling made him feel extremely relieved. The bloody scene just now was still echoing in his mind, but it seemed that it did not belong to him at the moment. He had already outlined the appearance of a new face in his mind, and was determined to fundamentally change his existence.

"I need to find a better disguise so that I can move freely in this world." He whispered to himself, with a determined fire flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, a figure suddenly jumped out from the shadows, interrupting his thoughts. "How is the new face prepared, Red Skull? You should know that this move is crucial to our next plan." The man stepped out of the darkness with a hurried tone.

"That's right, I have been preparing for a long time, but it still takes more time." Red Skull responded with relief, trying his best to appear calm.

"More time? Do you think there is still enough time? We don't have any more chances." The man seemed particularly dissatisfied, and his tone revealed urgency.

"Don't you know that patience is required in this game?" The Red Skull looked at him coldly, his eyes like swords. "I don't like hasty actions, especially when I am about to take action."

"We all know the consequences of hasty decisions!" The man shook his head and sighed, his voice mixed with anxiety and pleading, "Thinking back to the last defeat, can you give us another chance?" He hesitated to speak, as if his emotions were strained.

The Red Skull's eyes softened slightly, and he also had some understanding in his heart. But he immediately understood that there was no way out, and any hesitation would only bring greater disaster. He slowly calmed down the man's emotions, and he seemed to gradually understand the Red Skull's difficulties.