The god pulled over a chair and sat down, staring at Xiao Yuanchao silently. He was waiting for the other party to speak, waiting to see what Xiao Yuanchao could say. And he sat silently like this, and a pressure that was enough to make people's legs sore and frightened suddenly poured out, enveloping Xiao Yuanchao in the middle.

This pressure is extremely heavy, like the dark sky before the storm, as if it can collapse at any moment, crushing all life to pieces. It's not a rock, it's not a mountain, it's a heaven that is much stronger than a rock and a mountain.

Xiao Yuanchao, who couldn't speak yet, stared into God's eyes, slowly bent down and bowed to him, and then took out the booklet left by Sniper Storm, took three steps forward under pressure, and stood five meters away from God. His eyes were calm, as if he had known that God would come to the door, without any fear or surprise.

The son was killed, and the father would inevitably come to ask for his life regardless of the situation. Just like his Xiao Yuanchao once fought in Baghdad and Africa, his father Xiao Hongjun didn't say a word, and directly shaved his head and returned to the battlefield with a rifle; Just like he, Xiao Yuanchao, can walk into the remnants of the Nazis for the sake of his son, he doesn't care about life or death at all.

"I know why the Americans let me go, they just want me to kill you." The god sitting on the chair stared at Xiao Yuanchao and said, "You killed my son, and I only have such a son......"

Xiao Yuanchao pointed to his chest and nodded at the gods.

When God came, when he easily knocked Li Linglong down, Xiao Yuanchao knew that he couldn't run away. He knows exactly what the other party is like, let alone his current self, even if he is not injured, he can't fight against God.

"Hehehe......" Shen suddenly let out a wry smile, shook his head, and said with a bitter smile: "I'm not here to kill you, although I really want to kill you." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Yuanchao's eyes showed a trace of doubt: Didn't you come to kill yourself?

He was ready to die, and when God came, a feeling of being dragged into hell had risen, and he didn't even think of running away. Because there is no escape from God's presence.

God took the booklet in Xiao Yuanchao's hand, sighed and said, "The skills are not as good as others, and it is normal to lose." I have advised Storm several times not to be your enemy, but he has not listened to me. I actually came to ask him what his last words were before he died, and what he wanted to do but had not yet done. As a father, I have to fulfill his last wishes. ”

God didn't come to kill Xiao Yuanchao, even if the depths of his pupils were full of murderous intent, but this murderous intent was suppressed by reason and pain. He wanted to kill, but he knew he had no reason to kill because it didn't suit his style. And in fact, he had a reason, just because Xiao Yuanchao killed his son, he had a reason to kill Xiao Yuanchao.

But he didn't do it because he was God. He said very clearly, his skills are not as good as others, and if he loses, he loses, and there is nothing to complain about.

Xiao Yuanchao shook his head, turned around and walked to the cabinet next to the hospital bed, and took out an urn from it and handed it to God. This urn contains the ashes of Sniper Storm, which was not originally contained in the box, but after coming back, Xiao Yuanchao asked Li Linglong to buy an urn and put the other party's ashes in it.

Holding the urn, the old man was in tears. His body trembled, and a painful choking sound came from his throat. At this moment, the pressure on his body disappeared without a trace, and he turned into a lonely and helpless old man, crying sadly and grief-stricken.

Xiao Yuanchao, who was standing there, quietly looked at the old man in front of him, his eyes full of sympathy and helplessness. If he had a choice, he wouldn't have killed Sniper Storm, but unfortunately he couldn't. If you don't kill the other party, the other party has to kill yourself, and that kind of scene is not something that anyone can control.

It took a while for God to stop crying in pain. He held the urn in his arms and gently flipped through the booklet, page by page, reading it very carefully.

"Storm always likes to write down what he realizes, because he doesn't know when he's going to die. Just like the original sniper myth, always forced to accept the challenge of many people, and eventually lost to the storm. God stroked the booklet and whispered, "In our world, there is no middle ground in our game, life or death, this is the rule of the game. The death of the storm in your hands is not a grievance, it is not a grievance......"

Xiao Yuanchao stood there quietly and listened, but he listened not to what God said, but to the boundless loneliness of this old man: in his eyes, God was a lonely old man.

"We always want to become stronger, we always want to go beyond a qiē, but we never think about the price we have to pay when we become stronger. I didn't think about this when I was Storm's age, but Storm did. God had turned to the last page, touched the handwriting on it, and said, "He left something for himself, and although he died, he was able to pass on his life's work...... This is for you, I don't want it, I already know his last wishes. ”

The god handed the pamphlet to Xiao Yuanchao and continued, "You can keep it for yourself, or you can pass it on to anyone you think you can pass it on. I don't want it to be buried with the storm, it has to keep circulating......"

Xiao Yuanchao slowly took the booklet and nodded heavily.

"By the way, I don't want you to learn, I want to ......" God raised his head and looked at Xiao Yuanchao with those tears that had not dried his eyes: "Learn from your son, but there must be one condition." ”

Xiao Yuanchao nodded, asking God with his eyes.

"This condition is ......" God tightened the urn in his arms, his voice changed suddenly, the light in his eyes rose again, and he said in a deep voice to Xiao Yuanchao: "Let your son worship the storm as a teacher!" Your son must learn, and he must learn from the storm! ”

Hearing this, Xiao Yuanchao was stunned for a moment, but still nodded and agreed. It's not a bad thing, it's a good thing, he can't figure out what God is thinking at all right now, maybe because of his son's death, he's in chaos.

"You think I'm messed up?" God directly said Xiao Yuanchao's thoughts, the killing in his eyes was reflected little by little, and he stared at Xiao Yuanchao and said coldly: "Do you really think that I will let you go easily?" Do you really think I'm that reasonable? ”

The voice was as cold as the ice of the Arctic North, and the murderous aura was more like it came out of hell, which was terrifying.

At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open, Chang Sheng walked in, and Xiao Yuanchao's Uncle Chang Sheng walked in.

The moment he saw Chang Sheng, Xiao Yuanchao knew why he was able to escape this catastrophe, it was completely because of Uncle Chang Sheng. And the moment he saw Chang Sheng walk in, Xiao Yuanchao couldn't wait to know what role Uncle Chang Sheng, who had been in the mysterious person for decades, was playing in it!