The massive humanoid machine fell heavily over Rome, kicking up dust that blew onto the faces of all who looked at it.

Around it, there is a ruin, with traces of explosion, traces of vandalism, and traces of being trampled on by it.

Fortunately, the air defense alarm had been sounded before, and such a large black shadow appeared in the sky above, and the surrounding refugees and displaced people scattered one after another, without causing any casualties.

But now, these refugees, who were originally shouting for freedom, democracy, and fairness, have a bad feeling in their hearts.

They are also all natives of the Northern Alliance, so they naturally know what this huge humanoid machine is.

Its ordinary firepower can cover the whole of Rome and carry out extremely precise strikes, and if the firepower is fully fired, destroying this unguarded base city is as simple as chopping vegetables.

Under everyone's gaze, two doors opened through the outer holes of the huge robot's feet, and countless Northern Alliance soldiers poured out, they were extremely well-equipped, raising blast shields to form ten phalanxes in front of the robot.

Then, the giant robot moved.

Its blue and white left foot lifted up and landed heavily on the ground.

At the same time, the eyes on the top of his head suddenly lit up, and a majestic voice rang out, resounding throughout Rome.

"Please put down your weapons! Return to your own habitat! What you have done has been instigated and instigated by the terrorists, do not blindly vent your anger! After the terrorists are exterminated, the entire Northern Alliance will give you a satisfactory answer! Repeat! Lay down your arms! Don't make a futile struggle!"

After hearing this, the mob who were originally a little frightened suddenly disappeared most of the uneasiness in their hearts, but many people didn't notice that the faces of the soldiers were still as cold as ice.

The sound of the robot kept repeating, and it also moved forward step by step, and the ten phalanxes under its feet were also slowly advancing, and everywhere it passed, every refugee and displaced person got out of the way.

And at this moment, the sound above the robot's head suddenly stopped.

"Civilians ahead! Stop! Repeat! Stop!"

Not far in front of the phalanx, a hooded figure crawled out of the rubble, and then walked down step by step, pointing directly at the armed forces of the Northern Alliance.

Upon hearing the shout, the figure stopped, looking up at the top of the robot's head.

Maybe it's because the figure has done so, and the shouting has stopped abruptly.

"Stop, why stop?"

Unexpectedly, the figure suddenly lifted his hood, revealing a hideous and terrifying face.

There was a scar across his cheek on this face, linking the two ears and half of his chin with a rudimentary piece of metal, which was perhaps why his voice was so cold, like an emotionless machine.

But there was a monstrous resentment in his eyes.

"What's the use of stopping! Today, we are still living outside the city, not only are we not well fed and clothed, we are always at risk of being attacked by other people, and we also have to worry about whether there are any strange beasts around! Can we stop this kind of life!"

At some point, a small group of ragged homeless people began to gather around Scarface, who looked at the phalanx in front of them without any emotion in their eyes.

Or rather, Mu Ran.

"Stop? Have you stopped? Have you ever stopped the endless pleasures! Every one of you lives in the city, protected by a high and thick wall, and even if it is the most ordinary life, do you know that kind of life is what we dream of! Stop? Why don't you stop and look at us first? Look at the scars on our bodies!

The homeless people gathered more and more, and to the people in the robot's main control room, it looked like a black ball that could be kicked away if they wanted to.

"Give up your senseless resistance! The Northern Alliance will give you an explanation, will give you a place to live, and meet the basic requirements of all of you!"

There was still no reaction to this voice that spread throughout Rome.

And after the words fell, a thin figure walked out of the homeless people.

This is a girl with a withered face, and she looks like an old woman over sixty years old at the age of eighteen or nineteen.

She lifted her body-covering clothes, revealing her belly with countless scars.

At the same time, a faint voice begins to tell a story.

It was a rainy day, and the girl picked up a guest, but asked her to go into the city, and promised to give her food that would last for three days.

She didn't hesitate and went.

But this time, it is half a month.

Dozens of well-dressed men in prom masks were brutally abused on her body, and during this time, there was no shortage of women.

And in order to prevent her death and resistance, she was forcibly delivered cheap nutrient solution every day, and after three days, she didn't even have the strength to bite her tongue and kill herself.

She didn't know those people, but she could remember very clearly what each one had done to her.

There was a man who set up a charcoal fire on her body, then traced the shape with a knife on the edge of each charcoal, and finally cut off a whole piece of skin, smeared it with ashes, and sent it into his mouth.

There was a person who smeared her whole body with an unknown liquid, making her lose touch little by little, and could only watch as the man cut open her stomach, and then cut open part of the internal organs, dipped in the dipping sauce that made her relish, and enjoyed the fresh blood food.

The most ridiculous thing is that she actually longs for the pain of her internal organs even more, because only in this way can she have a feeling of being alive.

There are also people who are just for violence, and all kinds of unimaginable props and methods are staged on her body one by one, and she can only watch, only numb in her heart, like a mime.

These people are not releasing their desires, but enjoying the pleasures of their special hobbies in her.

As the girl spoke, more homeless people stepped forward, and then took off their shirts, exposing all kinds of unspeakable scars in broad daylight.

Silence spread throughout Rome, and the faces of the soldiers in the phalanx turned pale, and even they, accustomed to seeing blood, could not imagine such cruelty.

And this is only the treatment of a small number of displaced people, and more and more displaced people gather in front of the phalanx, using silence to fight silence.

In the undersea base city, Chen Yuan looked at the projection screen with a gloomy expression, and the old man Ryan next to him had no blood on his face.

"These, you know what?"

Chen Yuan's voice didn't have any ups and downs, it was extremely calm, but it was as profound as coming from the Nine Shadows.

Ryan shook his head mechanically, his eyes full of self-doubt.

"I, I don't know. ”

"Well, today you know. ”

No one doubts the truth of what these outcasts say, one person may be able to lie, but what about a hundred? a thousand?

At the same time, on the roof of a tall building not far from the giant robot, Blackjack, who was holding a cane, finally put away his smile.

There was no mood swing in his eyes, just the grip of the cane squeezed tighter and tighter.

"Great, sir?"

Behind him, Charles asked with a bloodless face.

He was worried that this moody Black Jack would suddenly go crazy, after all, he was responsible for many of the things that happened to these outcasts.

Although it was an organizational order, and he was only a matchmaker, he felt cold all over his body now.

The wind blew, and Blackjack turned around slowly, and gently patted Charles's face with his gloved palm.

"You, well done. ”

Hearing this, Charleston breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, what do we do next?"

"Open it, it's time. ”

"Yes!"

Charles stepped back, and Blackjack turned around, looking at the crowd in the distance, listening to the sound spread by the increase in spiritual power, and an inexplicable look appeared in his eyes.

"You're doing so good, it's so good that it makes me hairy. ”

He muttered as his body slowly turned transparent and disappeared in place.

Before the phalanx, the stories of the homeless people were not finished, their stories were not long, but they were all strange, strange cruelty, terrifying, and people couldn't help but doubt everything in this world.

"Enough, enough!"

Above the robot's head, the voice came out again, but it was not as majestic as before, but full of trembling.

"Repeat it one last time!

Scarface shook his head, raised his hand and waved it lightly, and then all the outcasts stopped talking.

He slowly walked out of the crowd and walked straight to a soldier soldier.

A pair of cloudy eyes silently looked into the eyes of a warrior about his age under the helmet, and then Scarface smiled.

"You, will you shoot me?"

The warrior began to tremble, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes, as if he were looking at what he feared most.

Scarface didn't ask any more questions, he lifted his head.

"You guys, will you stop?"

He was answered by a long silence.

Scarface smiled and shook his head, turning to stroll towards the crowd.

"We don't want anything, we don't want to vent anything, we just want to know what kind of changes this wall will bring to people in the same land. ”

As he spoke, he paused, silently swept over all the homeless, and then raised his hands.

"Now, we all know that. ”

As the words fell, all the displaced people gathered here moved, their faces blank, and there was only a hole in their pupils.

They walked on the devastated ground like walking corpses.

"Give up your senseless resistance! Give up your ......"

The voice above the robot's head kept repeating, getting more and more anxious.

"Enough. Suddenly, the voice changed, hoarse and low, like a golden stone, "Shoot." ”

There was a sudden silence in the room, and there was not even the sound of the wind blowing.

"I said, shoot. ”

Countless warriors raised their heads and looked at the top of the robot's head as blankly as Liu Ming.

Boom!

There was a soft sound from the sky, and then a not very strong figure fell to the ground, facing the loess, blood flowing slowly.

"I said it!