Quanzai Cone

The fire of vengeance is burning in my heart.

In order to bring down Umbrella, I began to conduct continuous large-scale in-depth mind reading regardless of the consequences, and countless information gathered; at the same time, the countless memories and thoughts swallowed severely destroyed my spirit.

With hundreds of split personalities, I was trapped in the safe house for a while, unable to even eat basics.Fortunately, those personalities did not intend to starve myself to death, and gradually learned to maintain a tacit truce, leaving the necessary time for my survival. With this short gap to regain the ability to think for myself, I persuaded some personalities to help me, and in the next spirit Gained an advantage in the struggle.

It was very painful to kill an extreme personality that was really out of control. It was like killing myself, but I managed to integrate my internal forces and finally completed the deduction plan against Umbrella.

The noisy personalities seemed to have extra brains, and they almost exhausted the possible situations, and formulated countermeasures one by one.With such a complete "game guide", I just need to follow it honestly and step by step.

The plan went smoothly as expected.

Within half a year, the Japanese branch of Umbrella, which was entrenched in Yokohama, collapsed. All the staff who participated in the illegal research, including the management that made the decision, all died. In fact, I forced them to surrender to the Yokohama police headquarters at first. The criminal evidence was also submitted at the same time. However, the Yokohama Police Headquarters, which had been in collusion with Umbrella, simply destroyed the information and put me on the wanted list. As for the employees who surrendered, it seemed that they simply went to drink a cup of afternoon tea .

Disappointed, I turned to report to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, hoping that the capital police would uphold justice.

It still failed.

It’s not unexpected. After all, the former personalities who asked for help have either mocked or euphemistically expressed that the probability of success is extremely small. Umbrella, who controls Yokohama and even a part of the world’s economy, is really a behemoth. Compared with the benefits it brings, Merely illegal experiments are not worth mentioning at all.

Giving up on this path, I decided to do it myself.

Some of Umbrella's criminal evidence was published by me on the Internet, causing public outcry; some of the confidential information was used by me to make deals with various organizations.

A huge system built on the basis of interests will of course be destroyed by greater interests.

For me, who can get all the necessary information just by "watching", it is not difficult to play with these black and white forces with different ideas.The Umbrella tree attracts the wind, not only the opponents, but even the dependents embrace the desire to have a full meal after it falls.

Logically, with Yokohama as the center, the whole country helped Umbrella hunt me down, and at the same time got information from me to bite Umbrella back.

The public opinion that continued to ferment caused the whole country to shake, coupled with the fact that some insiders changed their positions one after another, the government finally compromised.Umbrella was jointly investigated and dealt with by multiple departments, and fell into a semi-shutdown state, and many high-ranking officials who had been in close contact with each other were also sacked.

But not enough.

Let the official investigation go on, at most, Umbrella's business in Japan has been extremely shrinking and has begun to dormant. As a multinational company, losing a market is far from fatal, let alone losing it may not be.Those crimes are enough to kill [-] times of rubbish, maybe you won’t even be sentenced to life imprisonment, if you are a little bit more arrogant, you will be able to be "released on medical parole" in a few years, enough to give a sweep to me who is not surprised when my sudden death is overdrawn. tomb.

Calmly, I faked my whereabouts and mobilized most of the Yokohama police force and Umbrella's armed forces, entered the apparently blocked company building, and released the virus samples from the underground laboratory.

The people who stayed in the company and thought they were safe and secure quickly died at the hands of their companions. Since the building was so soundproofed and protected from prying eyes, the few guards didn’t notice anything unusual at all. Before he came out of the secret room, he was fortunate enough to escape the mutation, but was blocked by a sudden power outage at the bookshelf at the entrance of the secret room, and the head of the Umbrella branch met him.

At the end of his life, the president struggled disgracefully, but failed to change the result.After killing him with one shot, I slowly went downstairs, passed the guard more than ten meters away, and drove to the next destination.

In the private bar, a man in black with long silver hair was waiting for me.

He was holding a newspaper, and on the front page facing me were clues and notifications about my recent whereabouts, and he appealed to any witnesses to report to the police in time.Because my identity has not been found yet, the official gave me a code name, "Wandering Blade". It is said that it is because I killed people and forced them to surrender at the same time, reflecting the contradiction between good and evil...Anyway, my evaluation is: inexplicable, Nonsense.

Seeing me enter the door, the man put away the newspaper and put it on the bar.

I, who was tightly wrapped and disguised, walked over and held out my hand.

I traded many times before, the man readily took out something to me, and reminded me with good intentions: "The search team is coming here soon."

I put away the materials I used to prepare for my new identity on the run without looking up.

"do not worry."

The man code-named wine asked the second time: "Are you really not going to join the organization? You are born for this line of work."

I look at him.If he only thought that I was an expert in intelligence gathering, if he knew my special ability, he would definitely jump up immediately and give me a box of bullets with his little brother-I almost read his life for the third time.

"I won't go into the dark, I like the light." I replied, "Only this, I have never hesitated."

Leaving aside the man's hypocritical regret, I walked out of the bar.

There is an old mobile phone in my pocket, the card is new, and only one contact is saved.I tap into that number and edit a text message.

[All the information about the organization has been sent to you. 】

Sent, recipient "zero".

The timed mailbox was set up before entering the Umbrella Building, so I don't need to manipulate it.I returned the card and broke it, and when I passed the seaside bridge, I threw the phone down together, and put my free hand back into my pocket.

The moment the mobile phone fell into the water, the buildings overlooking Yokohama in the distance also burst into flames.Amidst the roar that came to my ears, the towering buildings that represented wealth gradually disintegrated, shattered, and sank layer by layer.

The snow fell harder and harder, and I watched the building collapse completely before moving on.

The intensified side effects are like a flood breaking a bank, making walking a difficult movement.I walked slowly through Yokohama on a winter night, stepped onto the train entrance, and rubbed shoulders with wanderers coming and going.

It was just right, and when I got on the scheduled train, the departure time would arrive.

The train leaving the city gradually picked up speed, blurring the scenery outside the window, breaking through the snowstorm and the expanding police encirclement.

I watched my hometown go away quietly, feeling sleepy.

Yokohama, Yokohama.

Memories are shattering, flowing away with the receding ocean, seeming to take away every inch of pain in the body.

Sitting in the warm wind and among the crowd, I feel colder and quieter.

Maybe before the train leaves the city, I will die... But at least at this moment, the joy of starting a new life still beats in my chest.

I, who violated the law, trampled on morality, and dreamed of returning to the right track, would definitely be scolded and shameless—of course I also have such a self-consciousness, but there is no need to rush to hell, right?

Go ahead and scold.Hunting, offering rewards, running endlessly like wild dogs and mice, until the end... In short, my life is still too early to die.

I leaned against the car window, smiled, and slowly closed my eyes.