Generally speaking, strong hallucinogens will be made into pills or liquid form, the biggest problem of gas is that it is easy to volatilize in an open space, and the utilization rate is very poor, but it is not excluded that some special hallucinogens can stay in the air for a long time.

The gas that spewed out of the short man's wrist belonged to this special thing, and after the squirt, it almost surrounded Cyber's breath, enveloping his body, and he himself quickly lay on the floor after squirting these gases, as if he was very afraid of these things, for fear of getting even a little bit of it.

And after Cyber realized that he had been hit, in less than a second, he did only two things, he hid in the short man's calf with a fierce kick, and then swung the pistol in his hand and smashed it on his head, and then the darkness in front of him began to distort.

The short man's wail was also distorted together, like a ghost crying suddenly in the night, making people's scalps tingle, and the dark corridor in front of him was also infinitely extended and distorted, and the window in the forefront, lit up in the faint light of the street lamp, became a jagged tooth, the tooth of a giant beast in Cyber's eyes!

It was like a big bulging mouth, and it slammed towards Cyber, and he couldn't help but take a step back, and his breathing became short, not that he was afraid, but the effect of that gas!

It is supposed to have the effect of causing spasms in the respiratory system, and poor breathing also projects a dangerous signal in the brain that causes adrenal hormones to be secreted in large quantities, while the severely strengthened senses receive the wrong signal and distort everything that the eye sees, which, combined with the imagination, constitutes a psychological and physical double fear.

Cyber was not afraid of ghosts, but he could not avoid physical stimulation, so everything he saw was distorted, and his breath became sweet, as if he was shrouded in a dark passage of blood and death, and more like he was in the stomach of some kind of savage beast.

Smelling in his mouth was a moist and irritating fishy smell that made every cell of Cyber come alive to face the impending danger.

"It's an illusion!

Cyber told himself that he kept shaking his head to get out of the illusion, and he was holding on to the wall with one hand, trying to balance his body, but when he turned his gaze to the wall, he saw pained faces, Daddy's, Robin's, Rachel's, Catherine's, and Gordon's, covered in blood, and his palms retracted as if they had been burned by flames.

But his body lost his balance because of this, he staggered, and stood in place with difficulty, he didn't dare to move anymore, he forced himself to breathe heavily, but the smell of blood became thicker and thicker, almost to the point where he trembled all over.

And the dark ground began to turn, like a black shadow, crawling up his legs, and the terrifying sight seemed to be supported by a real feeling.

He closed his eyes, trying to get rid of this all-pervasive illusion, and when he couldn't... It was as if hundreds of voices sounded in his ears, the kind of whispered murmur that he couldn't understand at all, and he couldn't really hear it, but the combination of those voices and everything that was rapidly distorting in front of him completely disturbed his heart.

Like a pool of muddy water, in the deepest part of the darkness, the shattered memories also took this opportunity to resurface.

His eyes began to blur.

The short man's wail had subsided, and he struggled to the window, leaning against the wall and standing up, his left leg seemed to have been trampled off in Cyber's fierce stomping just now, but it wasn't that bad, but it was also punctured through the skin, and the smell of blood that Cyber smelled came from the wound, and was then captured by the magnified senses.

The short man wanted to escape, but to be absorbed into the periphery of that organization was not destined to be a good stubble, he took a deep breath, suppressed the pain, he looked back at Cyber who was standing in place, his head down, his body trembling, and a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes.

He reached out and pulled out a short knife from his back, longer than a dagger, and it looked like a special military spur, unlike the cheap goods used by the gang members, and there were some scattered words engraved on it, one side was bladed, the other side was an equally sharp saw stab, and the black handle was wrapped around a red rope to avoid the sweaty slippage of the palm, and even the blade itself was black.

He held the short knife, leaned against the wall little by little, dragged his left leg, which was no longer able to move normally, and walked towards Cyber, a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

This gas is the latest to develop a top-level hallucinogen, the boss calls it "fear gas", yes, in addition to inducing fear, this thing is also toxic, overdose will poison, even if you resist the outbreak of fear for a while, you will die tragically because of poisoning.

Of course, the little bit he had just squirted wasn't enough to poison Cyber, but it was enough for him to enjoy deadly fear.

They have experimented that even the most vicious villains, after inhaling a small amount of this gas, will be knocked down by the fear that swells up from the deepest part of their hearts, and some psychologically fragile guys will even be scared to death.

In his eyes, Cyber is just a young man who is not strong, he can't withstand this fear, all his ability to fight back has been deprived, and under the influence of that fear, he is dead!

The short man walked up to Cyber, and he could even hear Cyber's thick breathing, which meant that the guy was now immersed in that volatile fear, but he was still on his feet, tsk, and looked like a ruthless character.

"But so what?"

He licked his lips and raised his dagger, "Die!

"Poof"

Blood splattered.

Cyber felt like he was back in that cold, pale, and boring world, but not in physical form, like a passerby, sitting in a special movie theater, with all his past experiences shining in front of him.

It's like watching a silent movie without sound, or in black and white, cold, without a trace of temperature.

He saw himself at the beginning, and his first memory probably started with a snowfall, he was curled up, dirty and thin, hiding in the corners of the world, no one cared about him, he thought he would freeze to death, because at that time, the memory was really very cold.

But he didn't... The man appeared in front of him, his face was no longer clear, he could only barely remember, he was dressed in military uniform, emaciated, but his eyes were serious and attentive, there was a cold majesty, he stretched out his hand to himself, did he respond?

No... I don't know, the second picture jumps to a long time later, he has grown up, in a special classroom, full of children his size, but their eyes do not have the joy and innocence that children should have, what are they learning?

Forgot... All Cyber remembers was that they were dressed in the same clothes, learning all sorts of things that children weren't supposed to learn, and rigorous tests, and he would even look with envy at the children who were sent away because they failed the tests, and they all said that the children were free.

What is freedom?

Cyber's chaotic mind couldn't sort out the problem, and then the image jumped to a long time later, he was dressed in a smart black suit, as if he was going to some kind of banquet, but his surroundings were a terrible warehouse, a man tied to a chair with rope and a burlap bag on his head, he was struggling, but he couldn't speak.

With a gun in his hand, it was probably the first time he had killed someone with a gun and taken away a living soul, that feeling Cyber didn't like at first, he still remembered, he didn't like the feeling of life and death, he was very uncomfortable, he didn't even know what the guy in front of him was called, but that was his task!

Yes, the mission! A name written on the envelope, he didn't care what crime he committed, whether he was a villain or not, he had to get rid of it, Cyber even felt that his existence was no different from the gun in his hand, he could think, but he was asked to think like a weapon, and completing the mission was always the first thing.

He watched as he walked up to the man, raised his arm, and pointed the gun at the man's head, Cyber wished he could pause for a moment to think, but no... Bang, gunshots, people fall.

He turned away, not even looking at the corpse that had fallen to the ground, was that the first person he had ever killed, a man or a woman?

Cyber left the warehouse and walked into the darkness, knowing that a part of his soul and existence was forever there, and the next image was one after another of people falling before his eyes, bullets, blades or poisons, breakthroughs, assassinations or traps, everywhere, every experience, the memories that had been messed up by traveling through time and space came together.

His faint headache was also healed at this moment, and all the threads were connected together, completely awakening the spirit and soul of Cyber, he was still the same person, but between the laughter, there was a hint of something heavier.

He even remembered the last time he had with the man from young to old, the two of them roaring at each other like beasts,

"That's the task!! that's enough! That's just your job! Everybody has their own job, you can think of yourself as a cleaner, as a gardener, there must be someone in the dark who takes on the work that shouldn't be known, you're removing the dross, you're doing good!"

"How can that be the same! That's human life, not rats, not insects! The blood on my hands can't be washed clean! I'm afraid of myself!"

"Then adapt! adapt to being a person who carries a weight in the dark, adapt to a person who holds up the light for them in the dark, no one knows your name, no one knows everything you do, but that's right, that's right, you're a hero!"

"I... I don't want to be a hero..."

The roar in the darkness was indifferent at this moment, he felt that everything around him was enveloped and swallowed by endless darkness, it was like the fear of the ocean, and he was also afraid of death, not of death, but of himself.

How can a man who lives in the posture of a weapon fear his opponent, and how can he fear the fate that the weapon will inevitably accept?

No, it won't! Either it will be broken or it will be abandoned, and it is the latter that the former fears, and that to be forgotten is to die, and what he expects is the former!

How can a will forged of steel be defeated by fear?

"Poof"

The pain, the pain of being stabbed into his body by a sharp blade had awakened Cyber from that thought, and he looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the short, already frightened man.

The blade did not pierce his heart, or his chest, but was held in his hand, and the pain, the burning pain and blood, came out of his palm, and the heat reappeared in his body, and this time, probably finally getting used to everything, and remembering those forgotten pasts again, this time the heat flow, which he longed to wake up from that torture, was activated.

For the first time, he activated it on his own initiative!

It's like the eyes of a beast in the night, like the first cry of death!

"Ahem... I have to thank you..."

Cyber whispered, the short man was stunned, he had never seen even a person who could voluntarily break away from that fear, and Cyber was the first.

He was the first to overcome his fears.

"You reminded me of something I've forgotten, as a thank you..."

Cyber's right hand jerked out, flicking the edge of the short man's arm, and as soon as his palm went numb, the short knife appeared in Cyber's blood-soaked left hand, bouncing between his fingers like a butterfly through a flower, and then holding it steadily, like a black ray deeper than darkness slashing between the short man's neck.

"This death, to you. ”