Although it was another world, Russell felt ridiculous for some reason.
"I didn't kill them just now."
He lowered his eyes, raised his hands and said softly: "Can you give me a chance?"
"Opportunity? Who cares about you? It's not like I didn't let you kill them."
The bartender wearing a smiling mask was as happy as the smile on the mask: "It's just bad people. As a hero, you are attacked and defending yourself - why don't you kill them?
"Are you afraid of going to jail? Are you afraid of fines? Are you afraid of getting into trouble? Are you afraid that your children's dreams will be shattered?
"Or...are you just scared?"
Looking at Russell, the bartender laughed: "After all, you are a coward, aren't you."
Russell was silent.
"...This is uptown. You also have a chip, right?"
He closed his eyes and whispered: "If you kill me here, you will also be exiled."
"It's just a change of one. I'm a bad person. I've done robbery, arson, and fighting... It's not like I've never done anything like murder. How can I still get away with it? I've killed more than one person. I should have died a long time ago... Now
I don’t think it’s a loss to replace a big shot like you.”
The bartender said leisurely without any hesitation: "Not to mention, the boss will take good care of my family for me. Whether I am exiled or beaten to death by the bad guys here - I will not lose. You will lose."
"...a big shot?"
Russell breathed out gently and whispered the last words: "I'm not a big shot."
He staggered and stood upright.
He raised his chest and looked up at the muzzle of the gun - emerald green flames gradually ignited in his pupils.
"Of course you are a big shot. You are a 'hero'!"
The bartender laughed: "I haven't had time to kill anyone, that would be a pity!"
Russell's unwavering, uncomprehending gaze—just looking at it made him sick.
It's the same murder, so why can he become a hero...and I have to die?
Malice coming from the heart without knowing its direction emerged. It gathered in front of his eyes and converged on Russell.
So he didn't hesitate and shot Russell.
Those are very small projectiles - they are not lethal ammunition, and I am afraid that if they hit the fatal part, they may not die quickly.
It is obviously a projectile with some kind of paralysis or poison, and its purpose is to stay in the body. It can torture the opponent for a long time, or make the target lose its ability to resist quickly with the sound as low as possible.
In the dim room, the bartender could clearly see that it had indeed hit Russell's body.
Russell suddenly shook, groaned, knelt down and closed his eyes.
The four highly prosthetic bodyguards have also regained their mobility for some time.
Instead of turning invisible again, they turned back to the bartender and asked, "Are you okay, Mr. [Bartender]?"
"I can do it. Don't do anything. Just step back and look at the door...let me create a murder scene."
The man known as the "bartender" gave the order.
He took a deep breath and slowly approached Russell.
When there was only one step left, he stopped.
"Hurry up."
One of the bodyguards said calmly: "We still need to evacuate."
"What are you hesitating about?"
The voice of the other person was even colder: "Your crime has been exposed a long time ago. You will die if you take action today... You don't still want to escape, do you?"
"...I can't escape. I know it."
He whispered, clenched the broken wine bottle in his hand, and moved closer to Russell.
Under the mask, the bartender's eyes are quite complex.
In the end, it was determined as a kind of cruelty. That is the cruelty when you make up your mind to take the lives of others.
This is not the first time he has shown such cruelty.
The bartender took a sip at Russell, who had his eyes closed as if he had lost the ability to resist.
The hoarse and deep voice no longer disguised itself, revealing its hoarse and gloomy tone for the first time: "Thank me, I can make you die cleanly..."
As if to embolden himself, the bartender drank loudly.
"——die!"
He raised the broken wine bottle high, held it behind his back and thrust it into Russell's temple!
But at this moment, Russell suddenly opened his eyes.
"Ping——"
The blood-stained dagger held behind his back rose up like lightning, and opened the broken wine bottle in the bartender's hand, causing it to shatter even more.
Among the broken glass flying everywhere, Russell's strange green vertical pupils shined with a green light like a flame.
Under his abnormally high reaction speed... time around him seemed to slow down.
He wasn't shot at all - he used the [Invalid Weapon] to block the bullet.
When you have the consciousness of "killing" and "being killed".
Russell's neck looked as if someone had cut his throat, with shallow blood stains on it.
And the bright red light blade instantly rose from the hilt of the dagger!
When the "bartender's" right hand was blocked and the empty door opened.
Russell's right hand is holding the [Sage's Beheading] behind his back, while his left hand is supporting his right hand and exerting force together.
He stabbed the dark red blade of light into the bartender's belly and slashed upwards to his chest.
Different from the crackling and sparking state of the airship before, this time the blade is sharper, more deadly... and quieter.
Russell pushed the bartender away and pushed his body towards the four people.
At the same time, he lay prone on the ground and ran around the room at high speed, with bullets chasing after Russell.
Russell had only gone around less than a circle when he found an opportunity.
He handed the light blade held in his right hand to his left hand and suddenly raised his hand to stab!
The blade penetrated one of them from the back and thrust out high from the chest, like scarlet fangs.
Russell reached out to hold the opponent's hand, hid behind the opponent, pulled the trigger, and fired at the remaining three people.
But what surprised Russell was...the bullet couldn't penetrate the prosthetic protection at all.
The bullet fell on the body, only breaking the black clothes, revealing the metal underneath.
No wonder they dare to shoot in such a small space without fear of ricochet!
So Russell immediately changed his thinking.
He reached out and pried open the buckle of the left arm prosthesis - it was an emergency switch, used to artificially eject the projectile when the thrown weapon had a low probability of jamming.
Smoke bombs, flash bombs, shock bombs.
Russell fired three rounds of ammunition in sequence.
Although at this time, as long as he holds the corpse, the petite Russell can hide behind the opponent and leave through the door without continuing to kill...
but……
…I do have to thank you, bartender.
Because you taught me such a valuable lesson...
Now this is more dangerous than on the airship. A single mistake will lead to immediate death... Russell's hope of luck has finally been completely wiped out.
Perhaps it was because on the airship, Russell never really got blood on his hands until the end.
Even if he encountered a hijacking, Russell's mentality was not correct enough.
But at this moment, the blood on the top of his head was still dripping.
It was an extremely clear reminder to Russell... that he had indeed fallen into the cobweb of power and conspiracy, and was no longer the safe greenhouse he had been a few days ago.
Moreover, the words of the "bartender" teacher reminded Russell very clearly:
The inferior cannot kill, the delphinium cannot kill, but...
——Russell, as a "hero", is okay.
Not the same as the bartender.
Russell raised the blade without saying a word, his vertical pupils shining with dark green light.
That is the spiritual light that becomes extremely active when emotions are extremely agitated!
Russell suddenly let go of his hand.
But the "saint beheaded" he held tightly did not fall to the ground.
It had just fallen a little. Then it seemed as if there was an invisible hand holding it firmly instead of Russell.
Russell held onto the air in vain, hid behind the corpse and closed his eyes.
I saw the invisible hand holding the knife moving forward quickly——
Russell was like a child holding the "Air Sword", aiming at the void and slashing three times in a row!
Accompanied by the flash bombs that lit up at the same time, there was the zigzag light of the sword, the sprinkling of blood—and the three heads flying high.
The invisible hand was so firm and accurate that it easily cut off three heads.
As Russell opened his hand again, "Saint's Beheading" flew back to his hand again.
It is different from the method of using psychic powers developed by the mother who saved people.
The exact same spiritual energy showed completely different evolutionary directions in Russell's hands.
in case.
"I still need to make up for it with one more cut."
he said softly.
Russell stepped on each falling head with his left foot, stabbed the knife through his left eye, and touched it all the way.
The person who was stabbed by him from the back and hung in front of him as a shield was treated more solemnly. His head was carefully cut off and his left eye was pierced to confirm his death.
Finally, there was Mr. "Bartender" who had his abdomen cut open vertically by Russell and filled with bullets from his teammates.
Although he fainted, his still shaking eyeballs told Roland that he was obviously not dead yet.
then.
A precise and swift knife penetrated the head from the left eye.
The "bartender" didn't even struggle, his limbs twitched and he lost response.
"hiss……"
Russell took two steps back and took a deep breath.
The head that was knocked before was still a little confused.
This is the first time Russell has completely taken another person's life.
But what was unexpected was... there was actually no psychological burden.
I didn't feel like vomiting, and I didn't shiver. There was no ding sound to indicate how much experience I had gained, and there was no rush of heat that warmed my whole body.
No fear. No joy. No joy. No regret.
It was too simple. His mood was too calm.
So much so... that there is some inexplicable emptiness.
It's like a vase with empty water and unplugged flowers.
It just sits there empty. The mouth of the bottle attracts attention like a black hole.
"……Oh."
Russell held the "Sage's Beheading" which gradually retreated and turned into a dagger again, and the cold vertical pupils returned to round pupils.
He touched the wound on his throat that was gradually healing, and standing in the pool of dripping blood, he suddenly laughed out loud for no reason: "What?"
Along with mumbling to himself like a dream, Russell gently caressed the beheading of the saint in his hand, and his mood gradually became calmer.
This psychic weapon, which had taken the lives of four people, could bring Russell a warm sense of security just by holding it in his hand.
"It turns out that I'm not... as good a person as I thought."
Russell sighed in a low voice.
Just now.
Click——click——click——
It sounded like a chick cracking an eggshell, or like glass breaking.
It's crisp, but not broken. Although the cracks have spread, they haven't really broken out of the shell yet.
The brilliance of spiritual energy flickered in Russell's pupils, and the uncertain green flame gradually faded and turned pale with his breathing - it was not the brilliance that came from his mother, but Russell's own burning fire.
But the firelight didn't last long before it shook violently and changed back again. It was like a candle blown by the wind.
