"So you're coming back this time with the intention of revenge?" Cecicar said viciously, and the old body slowly stood upright, squeezing the Browning in his hand, and his body trembled slightly.

"Revenge? Not revenge, just to fulfill my lifelong dream. Macallen shook her head contemptuously, her eyes cold.

"Dreams? Is it to destroy the whole world completely? Cecicar couldn't understand the madman's thoughts, and he was the head of the academy like him, but in the end the two took different paths.

"Cecicar, I remember that you were known as the Admiral of the Atlantic Star, but now, you are really too old." Mercaren sneered contemptuously and looked at the old man in front of him with mocking eyes. "In my opinion, the world has belonged to the deep sea from the very beginning, not to humans."

"But countless facts have proven that humans are the masters of this world." Cessica was indignant, but his vision began to blur a little, and his body as dry as rotten wood seemed to be unable to support him to continue standing, so he could only sit back on the wooden chair with his support on the table. He stared at the empty coffee cup on the table, as if sensing something was wrong. "What did you do to me?" He stared at the madman in front of him, his voice frightened.

"No, now it turns out that humans are the biggest moths in the world, and the deep sea, with its countless good qualities, is the most qualified to survive in this world." Mercarron sighed in admiration, her eyes burning like flames with a beautiful vision for the future. "By the way, my ignorant subordinates were already preparing to clear the field before I came here, and you seem to be one of the targets of the clearance." He frowned slightly, as if he felt helpless and sorry for the old man who was about to die.

"Clear?" Cecicar understood once and for all that the purpose of the other party's visit was to completely control the entire academy in his hands, realize the crazy dream in his heart, and make the deep sea the master of the whole world. "Now the entire academy has been cleared by you?" He asked incredulously, but the confident look in Mecarron's eyes made him believe it.

"No, not just the whole academy, but the whole world." Mecaren opened his hands and said with a cruel smile, like a sensational drama on the stage, every movement was heartfelt emotion, and the eyes burning with the fire of life stared at each other, without the slightest concession.

He had been preparing for decades to achieve his purpose today, and from that time he had experienced failure, he knew that the whole world should not be what it is now, but something else, one ruled by the deep sea.

"You're really completely crazy." Cecicar shook his head, the pistol in his hand slowly becoming unable to hold it, and he said with a shudder, as if he had finally left a last word. "But, suffice it to say, you have chosen the wrong path from the start." As he spoke, he raised the Browning in his hand, the gun that had been wounded through the umbrella girl, and was once again in his hand.

"So you're going to make me stop what I'm doing?" Macallen raised an eyebrow and shook his head, "No, I've been preparing for today for countless days and nights, and you want me to give up everything with a gun now?" You're naïve, Secicar. ”

"No, the world shouldn't be what you think it is." Cecicar shook his head weakly, pressed his trembling fingers on the trigger with a slight force, and aimed the dark muzzle of the gun at the madman who was performing on the stage. He's going to put an end to it all and let this indulgent play roll off the stage.

"So you're planning to end it all?" Facing the muzzle of the gun, Mercaren shrugged his shoulders indifferently, without the slightest fear in his eyes. "You know, I don't have any other merits, but once I decide something, I will try my best to do it, and do you think you really have a chance to kill me now?" He looked at Browning's muzzle and raised an eyebrow, as if to signal the twilight old man to shoot himself.

Cecicar looked at Mecarron in a daze, and put down his gun weakly, revealing a wry smile. He should have thought that since the other party dared to appear blatantly, he must have been completely prepared, and even the pistol that hid him under the desk had been unloaded with all the bullets, just like an old lion, he could only grin at the enemy who came to attack, and there was nothing to be done.

"So you're in control, right?" He looked up with a shudder, his well-like pupils beginning to fade.

"I can't say it's mastery, because it's the greatest gift I've ever given you, Cecicar." Mercaron bent over and frowned, smiling like a clown, her bright eyes radiating with pity and sympathy.

"Really...... Thank you," the old man sat down on the wooden chair, his vision already blurred, and his body gradually became limp, as weak as an old dog with a broken backbone. He closed his eyes and raised his head, staring at the ceiling illuminated by the morning light and smirking smirked. "Mecaren, you'll never win, never. Because...... If you let go of the prayers, it is the biggest mistake. ”

"You mean that fool who is as stupid as Xu Kai?" Mecaren smiled and shook his head, as if to deny the prophecy. "He's fighting on the front line with his shipwreck, and even if he comes back, do you think he can win me single-handedly? The talent is great, but the time given to him is still too short to grow enough to threaten me. ”

"No, there are some things in Mercaren that you can never estimate, and there are things that you can never control." The old man leaned back in his chair and shook his head slightly, his voice gradually fainting like a broken candle, as if a gentle breeze could blow it away. "He's grown to the point where you can't imagine, and you'll ever ...... Can't win. ”

He slowly closed his eyes as if he had exhaled his last breath, and his heaving chest gradually stopped breathing. In the end, the old man was not able to persevere, but fell into the endless dark abyss.

But the withered knuckles still clung to the Browning, as if in a final silent resistance.

"Cecicar, I'm going to win, definitely." Looking at the old man who had passed away lying on the wooden chair, Macallen's tone was sighing, but his eyes were still as firm as iron, without the slightest sympathy.

He was now like a tiger descending from a mountain, and any creature that stood in his way could only die under his powerful tiger claws, without exception. He knew that the world of his dreams lay ahead, and on the eve of stepping through the door, he would not give up even if he sacrificed everything.

"I am the king of kings, I am also a meritorious deed, and I dare to convince the heavenly father!" He looked at the rising sun outside the window, and recited silently in affectionate words, with a firmness like iron in every word, like a brute bull who could only rush forward, and never thought of retreating.