The trigger is cold, and the bullets in the magazine are generally cold.

But what about the hand holding the gun?

What about the hearts of the gunmen?

In a large wartime hospital, most of the wounded were lying in a state of immobility.

They lay on hospital beds, some even without beds, and even the cold floors were full of wounded.

Mo Xie counted that the number of these wounded was not one thousand, but eight hundred, and when converted into points, it was about eight thousand to ten thousand.

That's a lot of money, and maybe he'll be able to pay off his debt to the Holy Book once he has earned the points.

He'd been in a weakened state for too long, and every moment was an ordeal for him who had been strong.

He needed his telekinesis back.

But......

"No, it can't be ...... like that"

The muzzle of Mo Ye's hand was already aimed at the head of a wounded man, who looked at him with a look full of numbness and death.

It was a pair of black eyes.

Mo Xie couldn't make eye contact with the wounded.

He couldn't pull the trigger in his hand.

Previously, in the previous military base, Mo Xie directly detonated the arsenal, and he did not witness the appearance of those dead.

If you don't look at it, you won't feel uneasy.

And now he sees it.

He couldn't do it.

He might be able to kill the able-bodied soldiers and destroy an army in real combat.

But it was war, and both sides had the opportunity to shoot.

And yet now......

"If I attack these unarmed people, then what is the difference between me and Linming?"

Mo Xie sighed secretly.

It's ridiculous.

Killing is killing, and there are so many reasons and excuses to be found, and even a division of the slaughtered is even carried out.

Hypocrisy!

Nitpicky hypocrisy!

Seeing this scene, even the Holy Book couldn't help it.

"What are you hesitating about? Slaughter them all! Anyway, you've already killed all the people here who can afford to hold weapons to fight, and now even if you don't kill these wounded, in ten days and half a month, they will die because there is no one to take care of them...... Hehe, it's a shame to be wasted!"

The voice of the profiteer is still so disgusting, but there is no doubt that the Holy Book is telling the truth at this moment.

Mo Ye couldn't refute it.

But......

"I can't do that. ”

Mo Xie shook his head, it seemed that the Holy Book had a counterproductive effect on his inducement.

He withdrew the gun, no, it should be said that he simply threw it away.

"Smack. ”

The hard object forged from steel, the weapon that had previously taken many lives, came into close contact with the cold and solid ground at this moment.

It rolled into the depths of darkness.

"Drink it. ”

Mo Xie blocked the wounded man's mouth with a bottle of 'blood medicine', and blood-red liquid continued to leak from the corner of the man's mouth.

The wounded man resisted, as if unwilling to compromise with the demon in front of him, and as if he had mistaken the red liquid for the blood of his compatriots.

There was hatred in his eyes, if this look could kill people, I am afraid that Mo Ye would have already slashed him on the neck many times.

"Kill me. ”

But no matter how much the wounded resisted, they still drank half of the potion.

He didn't know what the red liquid was, but he could feel the vitality and warmth emanating from the liquid in his body.

He felt like he was being toyed with by the devil.

"To survive, the other wounded need to be taken care of. ”

Mo Ye said in a deep voice, and then he pressed on the large artery in the wounded man's neck.

The wounded fainted.

Mo Xie got up, and he glanced at the wounded soldiers in a corridor.

He smelled an indescribable smell of decay.

All the wounded looked at Mo Ye with a numb look, and from the beginning to the present, there was no other look on their faces.

They don't care about the life and death of their own kind, or even their own.

Perhaps the Holy Book is right.

Mo Xie should raise his gun and liberate these long-dead souls from their bodies.

But until the end he didn't do it either.

……

"Mr. Mo Xie, is something wrong?"

The meeting point agreed upon by the three of them was on a broken bridge, and below the bridge was the riverbed that had long since dried up.

Kuroko was the first to see Mo Xie returning, and similarly, he was also the first to see the different color on Mo Ye's face.

Mo Ye's face is not good-looking, from the perspective of the sunspot, he bet on five cents, where is Mo Xie deflated.

"Ah, nothing. ”

Retracting the 'angel wings' on his back, Mo Ye's landing action was very smooth,

"It's just a makeshift hospital, and there's no decent guards. ”

"So where do we go next?"

Kuroko listened to the news that Mo Xie brought back, and then looked at the expression on Mo Ye's face, he knew that staying here was just a waste of time, and it was better to move on to the next location.

"Let me look at the map. ”

Sparkle was the only one of the three to come out with a map, and she was a good guide, pointing out the locations on both occasions with enemies.

"No, we're not going to the next location for a while. ”

Unexpectedly, Mo Xie interrupted her action of digging out the map.

"Why?"

Whether it was a sunspot or a flicker, they were all puzzled by Mo Ye's actions at this time.

"Since there are hospitals here, I'm afraid it's not impossible to have a large military force nearby. ”

Mo Evil Dao.

"Mr. Mo Xie, you mean ......"

Kuroko frowned.

"Most of the wounded in the hospital were wounds from gunshots and sharp weapons, indicating that there were human armies fighting each other nearby. ”

Mo Xie said a piece of news.

"Is there finally civil strife within the human forces?"

Flickering couldn't wait for Mo Xie to finish her words before she forcibly interjected, her eyes lit up.

"Great! I'm going to the east!"

The woman directly assigned herself a task, and rushed out before the other members of the team could say anything.

The replica version of Angel Wings was in no way inferior to the original, and in just a few breaths she flew away without even a shadow.

"I'm going to the west. ”

Mo Xie patted Kuroko on the shoulder, and he chose the opposite direction to the flash.

(Actually, he didn't know which of the other two directions was which...... ）

"it?!"

Mo Xie turned around and took off, leaving Kuroko alone and standing on the broken bridge in the wind.

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In 1973, it used to be the place of the Mutant Academy.

That's right, it's just that it used to be a mutant academy.

In fact, such a thing should have been known as early as when Logan drove to the gate of the academy in Victor's car.

The academy sign had been thrown into the grass and rusted.

Like the founders of this academy.

“Fu~~ck_off！”

There's no Professor X here, it's just a man who is sad and addicted to alcohol and drugs.

Logan found Charles before Hank, but even his use of the Total Body Solution couldn't convince him to get out of the mountain.

All he got was a foul word.

It smells of alcohol.

"As I said, there are no 'professors' here. ”

Hank, regaining his human appearance, gasped.

"Are you here to meet such a guy?"

Victor was also on the side, smiling sarcastically at Charles' back as he slowly walked upstairs.

He's reconciled with Hank, and at the same time, he feels that this blue-skinned guy has a lot of potential.

(Actually, it's because he can finish abusing Hank, and he thinks it's cool.) ）

"Not yet. "But it will be after all." ”

No one could understand his words, only Hank's face had a thoughtful look.