Overturned Tower

"That's why you joined the Aid Society."

"Yes! So when Mr. Huang intends to establish the Fuji Society, I was really happy."

There was a light in her eyes: "I have been taken care of by uncoded people, and I have been hunted down. I think the reason why uncoded people have a bad life is that they are always fighting among themselves. Uncoded people attack each other and fight each other. Looting and killing each other.

"If you just want to survive, there are many, many ways. I have no father or mother, and when I was only three months old, I was able to survive by relying on the kindness of others... That's why I have always believed that killing and injuring a large number of uncoded people It's not just the hardship of survival. It's not that they can't live, but they can't find the meaning of living.

"They are like people in a swamp. The more they struggle, the tighter they suck and the deeper they sink. And at this time, they need external force-someone must pull them out from the outside! "

Xiaoya said word by word: "Even if there is only a sliver of hope, as long as you have a rope in your hand, everyone can be rescued.

"And every person who is rescued will become the next person to hold the rope. Light will gather light, and fire will spread fire. Our strength will continue to grow... One day, all of us will be rescued from the quagmire." Get out."

In her eyes, there is a light called hope.

Strangled was silent.

This, he wanted to say, was nothing but a delusion—it was as if a sovereign had rescued men from their troubles, awakened them to their situation, but withheld them new directions.

Everyone longs to be ruled and controlled.

Weak mortals are unwilling to bear the responsibility of thinking and choosing...the losers who sink in the mud are even more unwilling.

They just want to be told what you have to do, what will happen if you do it, and what will happen if you don't do it.After giving up thinking, if the situation is different from what they expected and the status quo does not improve significantly immediately, they can curse the person who gave the order.

The world needs a king.

Those who are trapped in the quagmire never need a "hope" that is innocent and weak, as powerless as the winter sun. What they need is a tyrant.A monarch who speaks one word and rules everything with absolute will.

Light does not gather light, because light is soft and powerless; neither does fire spread fire, because fire is blind and restless.

Goodwill will never infect others, and justice cannot be passed on from the crowd.

Those who are so-called influenced by the kindness of others, infected by acts of justice, are born saints; people are born different.Just like some people at the beginning of birth, because a chip is missing in the back of the head, they will be reduced to servants for the rest of their lives.

Smart people are inherently smart, which is the smartness engraved in their genes; rich people have rich families and education, and they are destined to be rich; Even if the wicked are taught and supported by saints... they will betray one day.

— just like himself.

He had already decided to betray the godfather.No matter how many people respect the godfather today, he has never been recognized by him.

He is the "evil that cannot be changed".

Taking him as an example, how many people like this are there in the downtown area?

Hanging believes that... this is definitely not just him.

Then on the other hand, that is, the respected godfather, in fact, there are many traitors mixed around him.Doesn't this prove that his teachings and the hopes he sold are actually of no value?

From the experience of being knocked down, wounded, and beaten again and again, Strangled has learned the ultimate truth of life:

Only power can bring together scattered hearts.

Mud can be turned into stone, and iron can be cast into steel.

——Only by turning "others" into "self" and manipulating them like a finger, can others be saved.

What the uncoded need is definitely not warmth.It is cruelty without blood and tears, the whip that drives them from the abyss, the collar that binds their throats and the clanging chains that these stupid, weak, blind losers drag They stay out of the mud.

...Yes, that's what Strangled always thought.

Not even the godfather could command him.

They had never walked on the same road—the Help Society to him was just a step that had to be borrowed and could be discarded at any time.

But now, looking at Xiaoya's clear gaze... Hang Sha hesitated.

He still didn't think what Xiaoya said was right.He still stubbornly believes that he is on a long and arduous path, but it is absolutely correct in the long run.

He never lied.

What Strangling said to the barber was what he thought in his heart:

—He is going to be king.

He wants to be the monarch and the only ruler in this depraved modern society.Destroy everything with a decisive iron fist and reshape the world with your own will.

I am the country!

... However, at this moment, under the gaze of the immature girl, Hang Shou seems to have lost his endless confidence and courage.

He opened and closed his mouth.But he couldn't bear to categorically destroy her wish in front of this innocent girl.

"……how old are you?"

"I'm 14 years old."

Xiaoya replied briskly, "Can't you see it?"

"really."

It turned out that it was not a girl, but a girl.

Hang Sha nodded suddenly, and gave a reasonable answer to her innocence: "You are very sensible and mature. You look like an adult in your 30s and [-]s, and you treat people and things properly."

Hearing this, Xiaoya smiled hehehe.

Looking at her smile, Hang Sha couldn't help showing a smile - it was a smile that seemed "stupid and weak" to him before.It will make his proud "majestic" face lose its intimidating power, making him not look as reliable as a "boss".

...but no one here knows himself anyway.

Strangled thought.

It's probably okay to show such a smile in front of this girl.

Because she's a good person...

It's different from a barber who puts pressure on strangulation like a virtuous king.

She has no ambition or purpose, but a good person who acts purely for the sake of doing good.That carefree and brisk voice will relax the always frowning strangle...and even reveal a slight smile.

At this moment, Strangling suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

Hang Shou grabbed Xiaoya's fish tail which was shaking slightly in front of his eyes, and threw her to the side.

Then there was a gunshot.

"--boom!"

Xiaoya screamed and rolled several times on the ground.

The bullet that was supposed to pierce Xiaoya's chest instead hit the right elbow of Strangling, piercing his arm backwards and breaking it!

Hang Shou let out a muffled groan, his body shook slightly, but he didn't scream.

But Xiaoya exclaimed.

She opened her eyes wide in astonishment, reached out and grabbed Hanglan's right leg subconsciously, and blurted out: "Are you all right, Mr. Hangling—you need to go to the hospital immediately!"

"--Quiet."

Strangled, whose right arm was broken by a bullet, said in a low voice.

He turned around and stretched out his left hand, which was bigger than Xiaoya's face, and grabbed her slender waist with one hand, dragged her to the shadow on the side of the cabin, and hid in the shadow with him.Just as Xiaoya was about to get up, Hang Sha directly reached out and pressed her collarbone, pressing her on the deck with one hand.

"You just lie here. Don't move."

With a broken arm and severe injuries, Strangled gasped.

He calmly repeated word by word: "Don't move at all."

In the darkness, the pair of dark golden lion pupils gradually shone with light.

And his left hand is so warm, powerful and steady.

"...I won't move."

Xiaoya only hesitated for a moment, and immediately responded firmly: "I will never move."

Chapter 45 Tyrannical strangulation

"very good."

Hang Kill nodded slightly, and responded briefly.

He gathered and absorbed the stardust-like white light shining around him, and turned it into an extremely thin shield that exuded a hazy glimmer.

He put this shield on the motionless Xiaoya, and then slowly stood up.

He had heard that someone was approaching the ship from the bottom.The sound of breaking the water waves came from more than one place.

"Heh. A bunch of scum."

Strangling said in a low and slow voice.

His deep, lion-like voice was full of sneer and sarcasm: "Sure enough, it's the same everywhere."

Hang Kill opened his eyes that had completely turned into vertical pupils, and straightened his back.Step out of the shadowed cabin.

His twisted, bent right hand was still dripping with blood, but the pace of strangulation did not waver at all.

The moment he left the cabin, Strangling's golden eyes, which seemed to have melted and solidified, melted and burned again in an instant-a dazzling bright yellow flame burst out.

The turbulent arrogance was like a torrential rain, filling his heart in an instant.

The colored radiance gradually faded as it came before his eyes.The world in Strangling's eyes gradually slowed down.

He clearly saw the second bullet flying towards his left eye.

The next moment, Hang Zhan raised his intact left fist.

The arrogant heart turned into a raging fire, and the strong bright yellow flame flickered like liquid gold, gushing out and bursting out from the clenched fist.A mass of flames blazing enough to distort the surrounding light clustered around his fist.

The left fist, burning with glowing flames, punched straight in front of him without hesitation.His fist collided with the bullet in mid-air, but it caused ripples in the air, making a loud clang like gold and iron colliding!

The bullet fired by the sniper rifle was easily intercepted out of thin air by Strangling!

After being attacked, he didn't withdraw his fist.

Instead, he opened his clenched left fist in that direction.

All the golden flames wrapped around his fist rushed back towards his palm, condensing into a small ball of light.

The next moment, a streamer of golden flames galloped in the opposite direction—it simulated the posture of a bullet, and returned to the original path with the same force as the bullet, piercing the muzzle of the gun and taking the sniper's head together. crush!

After eliminating the harassers in the distance, he lowered his broken right arm and looked down at the assailants lurking in the river.

"Come on, dear scum."

The white lion taunted: "Let me first see how strong you are."

The waves stirred up from the river are the only response.

Three men wearing standard black matte diving suits jumped out of the water at the same time.None of the three of them were tall, but at least they were strong.The muscles visible to the naked eye stand out under the outline of the tight diving suit.

Their fish heads were not covered in any way, so they were exposed to the eyes of strangulation.But anyway, strangling can't recognize the difference between the fish head and the fish head.

The men held rather than pistols, gunpowder weapons that might have been disabled by water.Two of them each held a sharp-edged trident; the other held a short spear in one hand and a spear-launcher with a cord in the other.

"Gorgeous."

Hang Sha sneered, and stepped forward instead of retreating.

He grabbed the tip of the trident stabbed by one of them—he exploded with astonishing force, and with one hand, he even bent the barrel of the gun into a curved shape almost like a bow.

Then, he kicked out abruptly and hit the man's knee hard.

The moment the man lost his balance and fell to the ground, the tail end of the halberd he was holding came out of his hand.Under the effect of inertia, he whipped towards his master's neck.

Just one blow almost shattered the man's throat.Hang Shou held the part of the spike, swung it backhand like a stick, and slammed it on the man's temple, knocking him down to the ground.With the strength of the rebound, Strangling threw it in the opposite direction, forcing the other person who took the opportunity to approach back.

Immediately, Strangling turned it around with one hand, then held its handle, and threw it out——

The man with the speargun launcher had just stepped into the boat and aimed the speargun at the strangle.He didn't even have time to pull the trigger, and the halberd was directly pierced through his abdomen.

As a result, his shot was off to an outrageous level.The speargun with the barb flew out at least one meter above the strangled head.

The man who was forced to retreat as soon as he made a move, felt a little cringe when he saw that he was the only one left in an instant among the three people on board.

As he slowly backed away, he looked hesitantly at Stretch.Then, he suddenly realized something.

He immediately slashed towards the bloody and bent right arm of the strangulation!

He just wanted to push the strangle back - he was standing too close to the edge of the boat, and if he stepped back half a step to the left, he would be dragged by the legs and hugged by his friends in the water!

But what he didn't expect was that the strangulation was impossible to avoid.