[Comprehensive British and American] Emanuel the autistic

A dead silence.

A gangster who was flaunting his power and talking nonsense a few seconds ago fell down so easily.

He died at the hands of a toy that suddenly came to life.

The whole world seemed to be paused suddenly, and everyone was stunned.

After a short silence, there was another scream of fear and panic, like a sharp paper knife, tearing away the illusion of silence.

The scream was like sodium thrown into the water, instantly igniting all panic.

The gangsters could no longer maintain their sanity in the face of this almost supernatural anomaly, they raised their guns and shot at Iron Man's toys almost frantically.

However, the toy seemed to be a black hole, swallowing all the bullets without any injuries.

After the gunfire paused, facing the terrified expressions of the gangsters, the cute palm-sized doll raised his hand towards them.

Mercedes Benz SLSAMG interior.

Emanuel withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, and said calmly, "Let's go..."

Soundwave stopped talking, started the engine quietly, and left the door of the jewelry store, far away from the street, leaving the screams of those disgusting carbon-based creatures far behind.

He had never heard a more mournful cry than this.

Even the lowly creatures who had been maliciously played with by him and screamed for mercy in his hands had never screamed so heart-piercingly.

But the instigator of all this was sitting in the car with a blank face, fragments of the Cosmic Cube appeared in his hands, and his cold blue eyes looked at the soul in the center of the fragments.

Soundwave suddenly thought.

Yes……

There is no more sense of incongruity.

He is the high god overlooking all living beings, the super-dimensional life body who does whatever he wants and doesn't care about the life and death of the people behind him.

He didn't know if it was the illusion of the sound wave, but he vaguely felt that the human soul locked in the fragment seemed to become brighter.

Emmanuel looked at the fragments in his hand.

Soul energy is like a clear gurgling stream, slowly flowing into the fragments, warming up the nearly annihilated souls in the fragments.

"You extracted their souls?" Sound Wave's voice sounded.

His voice seemed deeper and hoarse than usual.

Emanuel didn't answer.

Soundwave also stopped talking.

It's the default, he knows it.At the same time, he also knew that the expressionless person in front of him, who was so calm as if nothing had happened, had already raged in his heart like the black flames of a burning hell, baring his teeth and claws like an out-of-control ferocious beast, who could kill him at any time. Everything around him is swallowed up.

Even when he looked at the soul in the fragments, there was still an almost gentle look in his eyes.

It's just that in those eyes, there seems to be something missing and something more.When you look closely, you can see an endless undercurrent hidden in a blue nebula, surging in the darkness, as if brewing a vortex in the deep sea.

I don't know how long this almost suffocating silence lasted until Emmanuel spoke again.

"Since you don't want to be saved by him, then save him."

After receiving the call, the police rushed to the scene quickly.

The sight in front of them made them suddenly speechless.

It wasn't about the cruel, bloody, or curious scenes. After all, they were used to bloody scenes. On the contrary, the scene in front of them was so beautiful that it was almost distorted, like a dream.

Countless shards of blue crystals were scattered on the ground, some of which still had the appearance of human limbs, some had been completely shattered, and all the robbers had been completely crystallized.

Even some debris has begun to explode into clusters of blue particles, which makes the entire jewelry store shrouded in a dreamlike atmosphere, as if a group of extremely beautiful nebula condensed in a small space .

The surviving hostages were panicked, some even lost their minds, describing the scene with the police almost in a trance.

"The dolls, the dolls flew up, those people, they suddenly screamed, and then they turned into stones, and then they all shattered!!"

"What doll?" The policemen grasped the point keenly.

The surviving hostages stretched out their trembling hands and pointed to Charlie who was holding the doll in a daze in the corner.

Charlie's mother was crying bitterly while hugging him, but Charlie just stared blankly at the Iron Man in his hand, his shiny black eyes seemed to be flickering with light.

The policeman walked over and asked: "Son, can you give us the toy in your hand? We need to investigate it."

Charlie looked away from the Iron Man doll and looked at the policeman. He said, "Do you want to arrest him?"

"No..." the policeman said gently, as patiently as possible, "we just want to investigate."

"Why?" Charlie asked.

"Because according to the video we obtained and the testimony of eyewitnesses, he killed the robber." The police explained.

Although the police internally believe that this should be a mutant or other supernatural ability to commit a crime, the doll is the only clue that must be collected for investigation.

"So you're going to take him away?" Charlie hugged the doll even tighter, "No, I won't give it to you!"

"My child, it killed people after all." The policeman still said patiently.

"I don't care..." Charlie raised his head and looked directly into the policeman's eyes. His eyes were shining brightly, as if a small spark was burning. He said word by word, "They wanted to kill my mother, and they deserve it."

They deserve it.

The police were stunned.

A sentence that was supposed to be full of malice, but in the child's immature voice, there was an inexplicable firm force, so that he didn't know how to refute it for a moment.

Before he knew it, the sound wave had taken Emmanuel across the bridge connecting Manhattan and Queens.

Emanuel looked at the many buildings in Manhattan from a distance, looked at the colorful images on the LCD screens on the buildings, and listened to the hustle and bustle of the city around him. He got out of the car and walked into Central Park along the sidewalk.

There are not many people in Central Park at this time, only some old people are sitting on the benches and chatting, the white pigeons on the ground are scattered everywhere, looking for food that can fill their stomachs, even though they have been fed by the passing pedestrians. .

Emmanuel randomly found a bench under the shade of a tree and sat down. As soon as he sat down, a squirrel jumped from the tree to his head, and then climbed onto his lap. The little paws grabbed his white shirt, and the big watery eyes kept looking at him, as if they were here to beg for food.

These Central Park critters have long been spoiled and have no fear of people.

Emanuel glanced down at the squirrel, then reached out and rubbed its little head.

The moment he touched the squirrel, the little thing suddenly exploded. It was only a gentle and gentle touch, but it seemed to feel a huge threat. can escape.

However, it didn't dare to move.

Emanuel scratched its soft chin casually with his fingers, as if he didn't notice the squirrel's nervousness and fear, his gaze drifted far away.

Almost no one noticed that this handsome young man who sat under a tree and lived in harmony with the little animals had already enveloped the entire earth with his true will.

Like a sudden evening wind, or a tide that was caught off guard, he diffused his will with an indifferent attitude overlooking everything, and landed on everyone's side.

Listen to their voices.

Feel their lust.

Peter, who was in class, suddenly trembled. Subconsciously, he held down his arm, which was already upside down with cold hair, and suddenly looked in the direction of Central Park from Queens, his pupils almost shrank to the size of a pinprick.

Strange, who was flipping through the ancient books in the temple, shook his hands involuntarily. He comforted the cloak that was suddenly agitated, and looked at Central Park.

The handle in Sol's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and the game character he was controlling was smashed into a sieve by the opponent, but he rarely jumped in anger. Instead, he ignored the questions of his teammates with a serious face and frowned.

Charles' hand holding the Queen Chess stopped in the air, and the other hand suddenly pressed his temple.

At this moment, almost everyone who is extremely sensitive to threats from the upper echelon felt the breathless coercion.

However, this feeling only lasted for a moment.

The sense of threat that seemed to be choking the throat quietly receded and disappeared without a trace, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

It only takes a moment for Emanuel to see everything clearly.

Those vicious, dirty rats hiding in dark corners, and the sharp daggers hidden behind them.

Every step they took was soaked in blood.Their voices condensed into a dark river, and the sound of viscous water gurgled——

"That little girl is 13 years old after five years. It's time for her to continue feeling uncle's love. She must miss me hehehe..."

"Damn these pigs blocking the road, and damn the nosy avengers! Throw this pack of corpses somewhere else..."

"These sows really think I'm dead? Do they really think they can escape? I won't catch you all back and beat you to death..."

"Why did only Iron Man die? It would be better if they all died, and it would be best if all the police were dead too, so that no one would come to check me..."

"Hey, the dead fish is back, I thought the handles were going to rot in my hands, see if I don't squeeze you dry..."

These voices are like countless ravings full of evil thoughts, like countless evil spirits grinning in front of Emanuel, every word is like a pervasive poisonous arrow, flashing a dangerous and disgusting green light.

Emmanuel snorted and covered his ears, as if to isolate these voices from his world.

As soon as he let go, the trembling squirrel ran away quickly, and disappeared into the woods in a blink of an eye.

When Emanuel regained his thoughts again, his eyes had lost the confusion, like a lost traveler who suddenly found a lighthouse, abandoning all hesitation and hesitation.

He stood up and left Central Park with rare brisk steps.

He sat back in Sonic's car.

"Let's go..." he said, in a calm tone, "go to meet your leader."

After a pause, he lightly rested his hands on the steering wheel, his expression almost cold.

"The price you need to pay...I have thought about it."

Regarding the actions of the protagonist, everyone should have different opinions. In fact, what he is facing is an ethical problem in an extreme situation, in other words, it is a game between moralism and utilitarianism.

In fact, this very extreme proposition is meaningless to discuss in real life.

However, in order to prevent misunderstanding, I still have to say that the author's arrangement of the plot does not mean that he agrees with this abnormal value. The plot is only an experimental discussion, and a relatively happy solution will be given in the following plot .

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