Chapter 549 The Bad: I Feel Like I've Missed a Season
Gray, dull, dim.
The gray filter like an old movie envelopes the whole world, giving people a sense of quiet and distant memories.
It was as if what was happening in front of me was not the present... but the "past" performed in pantomime.
The low, depressive, and stagnant color gave Mashivi a strong sense of security at this moment.
Because he immediately recognized the holder of this spiritual power.
——Silence.
Or rather…
"The inferior..."
Mahavira murmured unconsciously.
——Be quiet and listen to my voice attentively.
The spirit of youth can be declared so openly.
All this is just like the scene I saw when I was a child, except that there is a difference between us and the enemy.
The overwhelming drones were like moths flying into the flames in front of the man.
Mahavira opened his eyes slightly.
There is no doubt that it is the spiritual power of the "inferior" man.
Even if he hangs himself, he can't hear his own voice. "Our great hero, ah..."
The low and magnetic voice of the inferior was like reciting a modern poem: "Mahabhara... a good name. Better than strangulation... better to say, much better."
Naturally, in the realm of silence for the inferior, there is only one person who can speak out.
The listener naturally cannot resist the speaker.
With the clear and clear sound of a lighter being lit, the surrounding sound waves roared and spread, making the whole world blur. It was like the smoke floating above when grilling food.
The next moment, the drone swarm that came again exploded again.
The metal debris was like falling black snow. And more drones were like swarms of locusts, rushing toward the bad guys.
Following the direction in which they came, and looking for the starting point of the invisible ripples, Mahavira saw the figure of the inferior one.
The bad guy was holding his hand in front of his mouth, using a lighter to light a cigarette for himself in an orderly manner. The flames rose in his hands, and in the black snow, the drone was still approaching him.
Mahavira subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to protect the inferior with a lightless shield.
But the inferior just raised his eyes and glanced at him. The teasing and recognition in his eyes made the strangled hand pause slightly.
"Thanks. But no need."
The bad guy chewed his cigarette and spoke incoherently.
As the bad guy casually clicked on his metal lighter, the crisp knocking sound echoed in the distance.
It was as if it was not a lighter but a triangle. The melodious sound echoed in the gray-white sky and earth... The further away from him, the sharper and more violent the sound became. It was like the whistle of a microphone,
It's like a bomber getting closer and closer to dropping bombs.
The invisible sound waves turned into tangible shock waves, instantly beating away and dispersing the falling black snow. Those black metal debris were nailed to the surrounding building walls. Along with the drones in the sky, they were also
In the blink of an eye, it was torn apart by twisted power and thrown around.
Just by turning on the lighter, the dark sky directly above the inferior, covered by a swarm of drones, suddenly opened up with a huge circular hole - leading straight into the gray sky.
When the human sea tactic is inferior to a certain extent, it will lose all meaning to the inferior. For the inferior, it is just small actions such as snapping fingers, walking, swinging a lighter, etc., and the sound waves are doubled and can destroy these
dross.
When watching the drone swarm attack for the third time, the inferior showed a look of impatience on his face.
"Have they always been so fond of doing useless work?"
The inferior one sighed: "Can you get out of here? Have some brains, gentlemen? There's no use in using this kind of rubbish ten times over."
Just a plain whisper.
But it was as if his words were really understood by the drone swarm.
It was as if the annealing device had recognized the identity of the inferior,
It's like the board of directors issued an evacuation order... In short, after being easily destroyed by the bad guys in three waves, those drones hovered for a long time and actually dispersed.
Hangzhou finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the light emanating from his body gradually extinguished.
He looked at the inferior one and hesitated to speak.
The inferior turned back to look at Strangler, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly. The gray curtain covering the entire world around him faded, and the inferior was retracted into the shadow behind him.
"Um?"
The bad guy held a cigarette in his mouth and looked over with a half-smile: "What's wrong, lion? With this expression...does he have something to say?"
"...No, it's nothing."
Masivi's expression froze slightly, he took the initiative to look away and changed the topic: "When did you come back?"
He had heard the Inferior's words mocking him before, and thought that the Inferior was really hiding aside to watch the fun. He waited until he was in danger before finally deciding to help.
But now he looked at the stains on the inferior man's body, and then he suddenly reacted.
The bad guy doesn't hide away. The man who feels uncomfortable when he doesn't ridicule others is just a habitual talker.
The bad guy is now standing on the street opposite the prosthetic hospital, that is, behind Strangler, without moving a step.
He was here before and didn't hide. It was just because he was too focused before the strangulation and put all his attention on Xiaoya, the prosthetic hospital and the drone that he didn't even see him standing there.
Colleagues in front of me.
"Oh, just now. Not long ago, I was lamenting my brother's incompetence - until I struggled back on my own, you couldn't find me. If I really expected you to save me, I'd probably turn into a sausage.
Not to you."
The inferior raised his eyes and mocked.
His last words were slang among the Communists on Happy Island. Although it was said to be slang, in fact, it has become harmless and turned into some kind of joke--among the Communists and the schools in Shangcheng District.
A popular meme among some "*** culture enthusiasts".
Usually when threatening to kill someone, they would say something like "I'll make you into a sausage"... which probably means something similar to "Sink in Tokyo Bay" or "A seat in the West Lake Deck".
When Hangzhou heard this, his expression became a little strange.
"...Stop talking about sausages," Strangler shook his head, "It's not good to be heard."
"Huh? You mean...this is really the case?" On the contrary, the inferior was a little surprised.
He just made a joke and didn't take it seriously.
As a result, the reaction to strangulation was so huge?
"Well, more than ten years ago. It was quite popular."
Strangler sighed with a complicated expression: "Before I saw you for the first time...at that time, I also threw living people into it."
Because the communists on Happy Island all live in Xiacheng District, which is the automatic factory area.
There was a time when the forces in Xiacheng District were very chaotic. The rebels, counting upwards, more or less had their own backstage and organization, and no one dared to use their own body to test the opponent's backstage.
However, there are also special cases where the opponent must be killed despite knowing the situation, such as vendetta, assassination, or robbery and then silence.
At that time, we had to find a way to dispose of the opponent's body. It was unreliable to throw it in the garbage area, as it would be easy for someone to dig it up and check for traces. In the era when Strangler's father opened an underground boxing ring, some people liked to throw away all the corpses.
Going to the Sausage Factory to dispose of corpses and eliminate traces... The terrorists also enjoyed disgusting the residents of Uptown. Some people who were kidnapped in Uptown and then had their votes ripped off were eventually thrown into the Sausage Factory - and occasionally...
Send back the video and a sausage.
This kind of thing would easily make the news. And once it hits the newspapers, it will serve as a deterrent to other uptown residents whose families have been kidnapped.
At that time, the terrorists basically followed the chain of contempt of "large organizations act like dogs to companies", "small organizations act like dogs to middlemen", and "those who work alone are not as good as dogs". Kidnapping is a business that everyone can do
The industries we work in... some involve kidnapping rivals for business wars on behalf of company executives, and some involve hiring second-hand mercenaries who don't know who Party A is.
Some of the lists are just for you to tinker with something for yourself.
"I'm not saying that today's communists have any high moral standards..."
Strangler shook his head with a complicated expression and whispered: "But more than ten years ago, it was much more degenerate than it is now. At that time, the downtown area had just begun to become lawless...it was truly disorderly.
"
To be precise, they were the "older generation of communists" who strangled my father. Their methods were ruthless and psychologically twisted. When they ruled Xiacheng District, the Xiacheng District's Xiacheng District would shoot three of them every once in a while.
There are definitely fish that have slipped through the net.
Later, the mages appeared.
These young people can communicate and learn in the dream world, and their spells are not like those of psykers who can easily lose control if they use too much psionic energy. The first thing the young mages do is to bring these "old things"
Get rid of it.
Later, after the three pillars of discord, malt wine and strangulation, the lower city became much cleaner. Since then, most of the corpses were directly thrown into the garbage treatment plant. Of course, it is not ruled out that there are still people who hate the upper city.
The old generation of communists would throw their bodies into sausage factories - but this makes no sense at all. In fact, it can only disgust them mentally.
Because of the extremely complex detection, separation, sterilization, and cooking systems of the sausage factory, any "material" can be made into sausages with the same texture and taste. Not to mention throwing in corpses, even throwing in feces is useless. It's useless.
All waste materials that are not enough will be automatically separated and discharged.
In fact, I didn't think there was anything wrong with this before.
——The gentlemen in the upper city do not regard them as prostitutes as human beings, so there is no need for these prostitutes with no education, no jobs, and no families to be polite. They are completely opposite to each other.
After kidnapping someone, if the other party informed the execution department, it would be reasonable to throw the person into a sausage factory, or directly record the person in an 18G video and send it back as punishment and revenge.
...But now, the strangulation has become a little tense.
For some reason, he didn't want Xiaoya to hear this kind of thing. The lives of the prostitutes on Yongquan Island made him envious... Even those scaleless people who had been reduced to coolies and slaves were not worthy of being strangled.
It’s not bitter at all. Compared with Happy Island, this place is indeed a paradise on earth.
If the dark jokes from Happy Island were told, Xiaoya might be frightened.
The inferior looked at him strangely, and exclaimed in amazement: "In the end, I really... saw an extremely rare scene.
"It turns out that you can sacrifice yourself for someone you just met. That's amazing. Are you in love?"
"Huh? How is that possible? Are you mocking me?"
Strangulation frowned: "It's my fault that I couldn't find you, and it was also because of my lack of ability that I was rescued by you. If you want to laugh at me, just keep it short."
——There are still some urgent matters now.
Mahavira said in a low voice, stretched out his hand and pinched his collar with some discomfort.
It's really ironic... When I wanted to live in the past, I was always cursed and told to die. Now I am ready to die, but I am told to keep living.
When Xiaoya screamed his name hoarsely at the end, the sound made Mashupira heartbroken.
As a result, he is not dead now.
If she found out about this, would she feel that her feelings were wasted?
Hangsha looked at the hospital, hesitant. He wanted to go in but didn't dare.
——Forget it, let’s go in and take a look.
He still wanted to know how Xiaoya, who was thrown directly into the situation by him, was doing now.
The situation was urgent before, and he had no time to think too much. But now that the alarm was lifted, Strangler couldn't help but wonder whether Xiaoya would twist her neck when she landed, or simply fall to the point of fainting; what could the prosthetic doctor do?
Can't he treat this kind of wound? Or is he not here at all now and happened to go out?
Compared with non-urgent matters such as "How did the bad guy escape back?" and "Why can he speak again?", the human life in front of him is more important. He must make sure that Xiaoya is really there.
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Doctors rescue.
He didn't want the life he had risked his life to save to be ruined again because of a strange little oversight.
If the doctor is really not here, he must take Xiaoya to another hospital immediately.
"No, I'm serious... I underestimated you. I originally thought that you, a brainless lion, was also a 'scumbag.'"
The bad guy held a cigarette in his mouth with a somewhat complicated expression: "As a result, you actually chose to save other people first over your own life... This is not the ruthless 'strangling' I know."
"Or, should I just call you Mahavira from now on? Does the name Mahavira... mean a great hero? Or should I call you Mahavira?" "...It's up to you."
The man bared his teeth, and the lion's face was enough to make people frightened: "I'll talk about your long-winded things later... I'll go see what's going on first."
"Oh, then go ahead."
The inferior one just stood there motionless, watching Mahavira walk over with hesitant and cautious steps. It was as if it was not a hospital, but an enemy camp full of ambushes.
.
Tsk…
He took a long drag on the cigarette and looked at the back of Masivila with an expression full of confusion.
Even the weak know the details of strangulation.
Although he didn't know enough about magic, he could still tell that the lightless shield activated before strangulation was definitely fueled by "love". Only the emotion of "love" can be so bright and stable, and can be attached to the body at the same time.
The two of them became violent at the same time as they were separated and the sacrifice of strangulation.
Is it the love between the victim and the rescued...
...I have only been away for a day, what is going on? Is it possible for love to exist in this world "in just one day"? The most unbelievable thing is that it actually happened to that bloodless and tearless villain?
Could it be that I was not in a coma for half a day, but half a month?
The inferior ones are full of doubts.
He felt like he had missed a season.
"...that's fine. The most powerful thing about love is its power of influence."
He sighed and softly recited a poem that Russell had read: "I would rather walk with the walkers than stand and watch the procession pass..." He looked around, intending to find an intact door and quickly open it.
