The soldiers of the Revolutionary Army were sitting on the airship, humming labor chants, the moist clouds at night lingered around the muzzles of the guns, and everyone's eyes were shining like stars. In the distance, half of Comstock's mansion was exposed under the moon
The bright outline, farther and higher in the sky, floated the prophet's warship, which looked like just a short, silent shadow in the iron-gray clouds.
Looking at the young people and young warriors around him, Booker's stomach was a little cramped. He really wanted to vomit, but he hadn't eaten all day, his stomach was empty, and his hungry stomach was shriveled, so he probably could only
Vomiting some acidic water. Booker gently rubbed the carbine in his hand with the pad of his right index finger. The steel and cherry wood stock gave him different feedbacks. The former was like velvet satin with static electricity, while the latter made his
My fingernails felt sore and numb.
If the past twenty days passed faster than a galloping horse, running from one end of the plain to the other in the blink of an eye, and crossing a wide river in the air, with nothing to stop it, then the war would be like an old forest.
The horse was stopped. The thick humus soil was so soft that it could dig the horse's hooves deep. The trees, vines and undulating roots along the way also caused the galloping horse to stumble and be covered in bruises.
Whoosh——
Booker heard the horse snort in his ears, which was actually just the sneezing of a young black officer named George. People around him quickly said: Be healthy!
Booker, the respected mentor, stared at the clear sea of clouds in the night sky and smelled the smell of iron and fire, which was the same as that of a raven. He couldn't help but think of the incident he had participated in at Wounded Knee River, where he had treated the Native Americans.
The massacre of residents, and the crimes he committed in this extremely vicious, horrific, and inhumane activity
OK. These crimes have not been far away from him. Someone must remember what he did, and his act of burning unarmed Indian women and children must also face a fair trial. Booker is not a good person, just because he is rich, so in the mouth of others, he is
They are good people, capable and responsible social elites.
The reality is that Booker is a hundred times worse than New Yorkers secretly imagined.
Perhaps the current Booker has become a noble man, or perhaps the future Booker will make an indelible and huge contribution to the common future of mankind, so great that all moral laws will judge him as equal to his merits and demerits. But his crimes cannot be escaped.
Beyond the boundaries of human ethics. Ethics is not mathematics. Wrong will not become right, right will not become wrong, and right and wrong will not transform into each other.
Booker will give his own atonement, and the notary who judges his behavior is not God or the court, but Elizabeth. She is the purest and freest person Booker has ever met in his life. If such a person cannot judge
Booker's sin, then he can only live with hell - let him remember Wounded Knee over and over again, and he will never be able to escape this pain.
"Sir, we are close to the target." George reported solemnly, holding his gun.
There are only twenty people on this assault boat. They will follow Booker into the Comstock mansion. Part of the remaining troops will be used to contain the Colombian reinforcements, and part of them will be used to storm the Hand of the Prophet battleship. According to the best
It is estimated that if Booker and others can rescue the hostages within half an hour, they can easily evacuate. If the time is delayed to more than fifty minutes, guards from all over Colombia may converge here, and the risk faced by the rescue team will be extremely high.
Controlled.
"Proceed as planned and advance."
The assault boat dived toward the ground, and the machine gunners on the deck fired at the guards on the ground. Brass bullets jumped on Chengxin Avenue in front of the prophet's house, and tens of thousands of red bullets popped out in the dim darkness in one second.
Mars, the shot guards fell down one after another.
The cry of nightingales was heard in the distance, and the airship carrying two giant arm builders hovered on the roof of the mansion. These two stupid, loyal and powerful biochemical modification people used their steel giant arms to direct the ignited explosives towards
The sky was thrown away, the fire of the explosion and the clouds shattered by the shock wave, and the road in front of the Comstock mansion was filled with silvery moonlight.
Booker and his team jumped off the boat at the main entrance and rushed into the mansion.
There were a lot of guards in the mansion. Booker and others used Comstock's statue and the decorative pillars in the hall as shooting shelters, staggering forward. But he himself was undoubtedly the sharpest, and his various abilities gave him great power.
We have never seen anyone who can control so many supernatural powers at the same time. This may be Booker's talent. His genes are particularly able to withstand supernatural powers. Coupled with his excellent combat qualities, he can
It was easy to conclude that these guards could not stop him.
Through the towering dome, the frenzied battle between Nightingale and Giant Armmaker continued. The shock of steel and muscle shook the entire mansion, and dust fell rustlingly.
As they got closer and closer to the target, gradually, the roar of the machine and the girl's scream became clear.
When Booker heard Elizabeth's plea, he roared angrily like a lion.
This mansion is like a medieval lord's castle, wide, thick, and complex in structure. It's obvious that the revolutionary army has demolition crews here. It is now 11:41 at night, at a time when everyone should have a rest.
Elizabeth is still suffering.
Comstock was a charlatan, a political madman, a chauvinist, and even more of an evil slave owner. In his mansion, there were no balls, no lazy aristocratic crowd, no symphony orchestra and well-dressed bartenders.
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There are automatic machine gun guards, there are security forces, there are large prisons, brain science laboratories, operating rooms, imaging rooms, there are rows of bathtubs, there are cremators, there are hospital gowns and mental patients, and there are victims of brain experiments.
who.
In Finkton, the founder of Fink Industries broadcasts his shameless remarks all day long, asking workers to be a bee (Be the bee!), refuting the People's Voice as a peddler of false dreams, and inciting scabs to fight among themselves.
, instigating people to report each other. He used brainwashed guards and mechanical guards with miniguns to suppress the strike, turning Finkton into a de facto cannibal factory.
All this is more intuitive in the hands of Comstock. He will directly ask scientists and doctors to remove part of people's brains, subject them to psychological hypnosis and spiritual suggestion, and use Pavlovian training methods to turn people into tame animals.
.All these evil acts were carried out in this luxurious and sacred mansion without reservation or concealment.
The prophet's political opponents and opponents suffered this kind of torture. The senior security officers who knew all this were also terrified all day long. They would rather die under the bullets of the revolutionary army than be captured in the laboratory.
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The numerous blood debts that Booker and others saw have already made people angry. How did a person like Comstock get rid of his guilt and commit such a neurotic behavior? In any case, a self-proclaimed righteous man
The devil can best excuse himself and attract the approval of the fool. People like him can only let death convince them.
Booker and the brave soldiers broke into the operating hall. Elizabeth was trapped in the siphon device. These machines were sucking her energy, leaving her unable to resist, while the cold-blooded experimenters inserted the electric shock device on the operating table.
her spine.
The smell of iron and fire filled the nose.
Booker once again saw the galloping horse. It was staring at Booker in the corner, just waiting for him to roar and rush to smash all the cages.
"Kill them. Turn off the machine." Booker ordered.