prince and his shield

Steve left the command center and found a small boat directly at the pier.

There is an engine in the back, but it does not have a key.Violently removed the wiring board under the steering wheel, fiddled with it for a while, thanked myself for my previous experience of stealing a car on the battlefield, ahem.

He drove straight to the direction of the cruise ship with full horsepower. When he first slid out of the water, because of the different resistance of the steering wheel, his hand trembled and he almost flipped the boat over.

After getting used to it, you can successfully approach your goal.

He held the steering wheel with one hand and continued on the phone with the other.

In the lower cab of the 'Purple Penguin', the captain was hugging his legs in a low voice.

The only one who can stand is the first officer.

The middle-aged Caucasian man's lips were pale, his pupils were dilated, and his hands were shaking violently. He was obviously in a state of extreme fright.

The sailing of modern cruise ships, especially those used for holding banquets, generally sails automatically on the set route.The role of the crew is actually not very big.

But at this moment, the chief mate was disengaged from autopilot with a left wheel on his head, and was driving manually.

The tall and thick man was sweating profusely at the moment, holding the steering wheel in a panic, almost crying.

"No...no way."

"Why not?" The person holding the weapon was obviously the host of the banquet, Mr. Dylan.

He has a ferocious face at the moment, with red sauce on his silver-gray suit, and those dark and prey eyes are even crazier.

He reached out and pinched the first officer's neck directly: "Didn't you see it? Can't you see such a big bridge?"

His voice was sharp, and his face was so ferocious that he was no longer like a normal person.

"..." The first officer's palms were covered with sweat, and his lips were shaking, "Sir... Sir, there is even an air-raid shelter in the bridge pillars under the bridge that used to be threatened by nuclear wars. Our cruise ship can't be damaged by... .”

He tried to take a deep breath to keep himself from being overwhelmed by panic.

"I don't need to crash the bridge—" The furious man shot a bullet on the dashboard of unknown origin, causing a string of sparks to burst out, and the shattered gauge cover spewed out pieces of the plastic shell.

With the revolver in his hand, he slammed the chief mate's head, bleeding from the blow.

"I want everyone on this ship to die! Everyone dies, don't you understand!"

"Don't you understand!" He pinched the man's neck and shouted.

The first mate's eyes were blurred with blood, showing an expression about to cry, holding the steering wheel tremblingly, and trying to regain the consciousness of the man who had gone mad: "First... sir, even if you are pulling a boat People buried with you... you... you, what happened will still be spread."

The speed of the boat cannot be slowed down. If I slow down a little, the hot metal tube next to my temple will touch my skin, as if it is going to be stuffed into my brain.

The smell of sex wafted into the tip of his nose, and he felt that he would die sooner than the group of people on the deck who were buzzing because of the big joke.

The man's eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and he lost his mind for a long time.He was immersed in his own hatred, which had been swallowed up.

"How could anyone know?" He smiled nervously, and whispered to the first mate's ear, "They are all dead, so no one will know."

"Don't you understand?"

His face was strange, with a hint of obstinate madness, and sometimes a pure sense of faith in it.

The first mate's heart didn't dare to beat fast.

This man has gone mad.

crazy.

He went nuts when the waiter replaced his years-old commemorative videos with evidence that he copied his stepson's idea and imprisoned and abused that child for five years.

Not to mention that all the people who came to the banquet tonight were public figures, and there were even invited reporters and special magazine editors.

Even if they're still on board, who doesn't have a cell phone these days?Such a big matter was exposed as early as when the waiter stood on the stage.

But saying this will only exacerbate the madness of the people around, and it will not do any good at all.

"No one will know." His eyes almost popped out of his sockets, his breathing was heavy, and he roared with the gun pointed at his head, "No! No one will know what happened today—"

The first mate was already crying and didn't dare to refute him.

There are only the first mate and the captain in the bridge, because the voyage is fixed, they have done it countless times.Their underlings were all attracted by the sudden gossip above, and they were sneaking in to play.

Who knew that their employer this time, the protagonist of Huge Gossip, would walk into the pilothouse with a gloomy face, directly wound the captain and the second officer, and then force himself to drive the boat to hit the bridge.

Is this the brain circuit of a normal person?This is the brain circuit of a madman.

"Your affairs have long been known by the whole world."

The first mate was flustered, and suddenly heard a voice, but didn't react, and even wanted to echo the words.Then froze, no, who!

Who wants to bring this up?Isn't this poking the sore foot of a madman?

"...Royston Bowen——" The man holding the revolver instantly aimed at the man who suddenly appeared at the door.

Royston was drenched, and in his arms was a woman who was also wet.

Her black hair was entangled around her neck and face like a water ghost. It was a corpse.

The first officer was trembling with fright, this... Where did this lunatic come from! !

Royston embraced the person in his arms, his eyelids closed.

"You plagiarized other people's works, imprisoned minors, killed people, and made tens of millions." Royston slowly clenched the cold arms in his arms, his head hung down, his wet hair covered his eyelids, "Stay obsessed, die Do not repent."

When Dylan saw the person in his arms clearly, his whole body trembled, looking even crazier.

"You...you...why would you—" He took a step back in panic.

Royston looked up at him, red blood flowing in his eyes.

He reached out and gently lifted the chin of the person in his arms, and pointed Amber's face at Dylan, who was already a little broken: "Does it look familiar?"

"An hour ago, you learned that she knew your secret and strangled her by accident. In order to push her overboard, you missed the opportunity to stop the waiter who exposed you in time." Royston laughed, He slowly untied his coat and wrapped it around the blistered white woman.

"right?"

Royston put her down and straightened her hair.

He squatted on the ground with his back to the trembling man holding the revolver in his hand.

"...Hahaha—you know, you know." Dylan laughed a little crazy, holding the gun in both hands, "You can't live either."

"Bowen, you must have never imagined that she died in your place."

Royston's movements remained unchanged, and he tidied the woman's hair slowly.

"You're wrong. I didn't want to stop that waiter at all. I just wanted to kill you." Dylan laughed. "But this woman, this woman saw me take the revolver, and she wanted to stop me."

"So, I killed her."

"I killed her. Hahahahaha—" Dylan laughed wantonly, and when he laughed, his eyes were already covered with a layer of bloody red light.

"She died for you, for you. You know that?"

Royston looked down at the face whose makeup was washed away by the water: "I know."

"..." The laughing Dylan choked, looking at him in disbelief.

"I've been watching you." Royston sat down cross-legged, "watching your hands pinching her neck, watching you wheezing like a dying pig, throwing her into the water inside."

"Seeing that you didn't find me with the revolver, and facing those who laughed at you, you came to the cab with the cowardly appearance of a bedbug. Killed the second person and injured one person.

You are thinking how human life is so cheap, as long as you move your finger, everyone will die. "

Dylan's face was pale, and his heart twitched violently.He screamed and fired several shots at Royston: "Die, you die! You die!"

Bloodstains flowed from Royston's back, but his body didn't move, and he continued slowly.

"You admire me. You firmly believe that I am the only person in this world who can see your talent. You try your best to get close to me, but my evaluation makes you lose your confidence in your creative ability.

That's why you imprisoned your stepson in a moment of obsession.

Only then will he become a master with his works.Everything you did was because of my humiliation to you back then. "

"It's all because of me that you are on this path. You are the one who commits crimes and deceives others. You want to stand in front of me and come back with a severe humiliation.

To ruin my reputation, to prevent me from wantonly trampling on other people's wishes. "

Royston said slowly: "You hate me. You hate me too much. It's all my fault. It's all my fault that you became what you are now."

"The goal you wanted to achieve by committing crimes was suddenly ruined by one person at a party. Everyone knows that you have no talent at all, as I said.

And I'm sitting down there, admiring your pain.It's all my fault, it's all my fault. "

With every word Royston uttered, Dylan trembled, and his hand on the revolver went limp.Looking at his bloody but unmoved back, he murmured that it was impossible, absolutely impossible.

His legs were as soft as noodles, and he fell to the ground with a bang, overwhelming him with grievances and pain.

When his stepson was imprisoned and abused, he didn't feel it.

He swears he'll just have to borrow it, and he'll let him go when he rediscovers his talent.will change everything back to the way it was.

He killed the woman and didn't feel it when he dragged the person into the water.

He just wanted to kill Royston, but this woman was too much in the way.When he achieves his wish, he will commit suicide.

He will free himself, he will atone with his life.Everything was caused by Royston, and he would die with him.Everything will end.

When directing the first officer to crash into the bridge, he didn't feel it either.

He just didn't want those genius-like works to be dusted because of him, and he didn't want to add this failure to the stories behind them.

He didn't feel any guilt.

Because none of this was his fault, it was Royston's fault.

It was him, it was him who humiliated himself that caused all this.

If this woman hadn't stood by him, he wouldn't have killed him.

If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have stolen other people's works.He didn't even want a whole boat of people to die with him.

With his back to him, Royston squatted, watching the painful expression slowly fade from the woman's face, leaving only a shy smile.

His eyes were streaming, as if they were crying, but there was no trace of mist emerging.

He is the devil.

Arouse the evil desires of others and awaken their deepest desires and desires.A soul that thinks of him in any way will go to two extremes.

Dirty souls fall into the abyss and are swallowed by darkness.A holy soul will wake up, be clean, be persistent, and be tenacious.

A strange light will sting his eyes, and all he has in his throat is sweet sulfuric acid.Give him pain, make him weak, make him avoid, make him automatically draw the boundaries.

"You're going to die." Dylan's face was full of tears, panicked, helpless, and desperate like a child.

But he never felt so holy, so noble.

He will leave this world with the source of all evil in front of him, and there will be nothing left.

He will only belong to himself in the future, and no one can take it away.He will hate himself, he will hate, and he will despair by his side.

"You will die with me. You will never cause the next tragedy." Thinking, thinking, he laughed, his face was full of happiness.

Royston stood up and looked back at him. The water gathered at his feet and formed a small pool, dark in color.

"No, everyone on this ship will die. Sooner or later. Maybe tonight, maybe in a century."

"Only I can't."

Royston approached him step by step, knelt down, reached out to hold his hand, held it tightly, and smiled.

"I am your deepest miss, the aphrodisiac, love, and drug between you and your wife, the source of every nightmare you have, and the ultimate end of all your ugliness.

And I will continue to exist. "Royston pulled his lips, and shook his hand.

"I miss and pray. I have no shape or shape. I was born in the best of the world, bathed in the most sorrowful and reborn." Royston smiled, as if crying.

"It is the most turbid thing degenerated from the purest creation. It is war and death that rebaptize me, and snakes and Satan lead me the way. It is the evil seed that hell spreads in the world.

Human beings are immortal, and I am immortal.Those who love me, perish.Whoever hates me perishes. "Royston raised his hand, stroked his forehead hair, revealing that face that shouldn't appear in the world.

"Did you see me clearly?" He whispered softly.

Dylan's eyes widened slowly, and he saw the face of a demon.Not the holy man he fancied day and night.

The devil horns that were burning red, ferocious gray, white teeth, and the black bat wings on his back pointed sharply at the tail of his spear.

He wanted to scream, but he couldn't scream, he wanted to cry, he wanted to run away, but he couldn't escape.

Royston gently rested his chin in his hand and looked at him.

"You despicable soul, this is my second honorary lottery in half a century." He laughed self-deprecatingly, "You don't need me to do more work."

"Samuel Dylan, I am chanting your name. Even in hell, you will still be my subordinate. I will be your curse and nightmare for generations to come."

Dylan couldn't breathe, and his whole body was burning in a kind of evil flame.

This made him howl uncontrollably, as if something was burning in his soul, burning his heart, liver, lungs, everything in him.

Nothing can stop him from falling and burning.

The first officer fell to the ground, watched the man who had a few words with the newly appeared lunatic, then fell to the ground and scratched himself frantically, howling like a beast.

Trembling all over.

Royston looked at the people rolling all over the ground, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

He looked up at the bridge piles that were close at hand, his eyes darkened.

He sat down, looking a little tired.

But his skin was fairer, and the beauty on his face seemed to be given a layer of halo out of thin air.It's too beautiful to be a human creation.

The first mate became fascinated by watching it, and was dumbfounded by watching it.

"If you hit it, everyone in the boat will die?" Royston suddenly turned to look at him.

The first mate jumped up and pulled the steering wheel, his face flushed, but seeing the bridge pillar approaching rapidly, he was powerless to stop it.

Royston watched his movements quietly.

The captain's voice gradually became lower, and a strange ho-ho sound came out of his throat.Dylan was still howling and rolling.

The cockpit is hell.

The author has something to say: This chapter drained me.

The above is the eating process of Roy.