Twenty-eight turned to ashes in the blue light, and in the darkness, the dark blue shone everything, but the eyes of the twenty-eight who were open in horror were even more dazzling, and the intense heat energy, the twenty-eight screamed, but the explosion of the laser tearing through the space covered everything.

Ma Zhenxin buried his head deep in his chest, his facial features twisted together, trembling like a leaf in a storm. The baggy shirt was stained purple with blood and internal organs, and the glittering silver handcuffs were coagulated with a thin layer of purple-black dirt, and the brown-black leather bands were tightly tied to his bony body.

Wang Kunzhi looked at all this with a smile.

"So," he stood up, twisting his neck slightly, and the crisp cracking sound of bones followed, "you're from the new district?" ”

Ma Zhenxin maintained his original posture, like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand.

"No way, I know it's possible, but for the sake of fucking appearance, I still have to ask." Wang Kunzhi muttered to himself loudly, pacing in the cabin of the aircraft, gently stroking each object, "Why do you despise the center, they are also people, blood, flesh, water, protein, ......"

Wang Kunzhi fell silent.

The ceramic vase slammed into the soft carpet on the hard metal, turning into dozens of sharp shards.

Ma Zhenxin shook violently.

"You're a *," Wang Kunzhi stepped straight over the fragments of the vase all over the floor, slapped Ma Zhenxin hard, and then turned his back and listened to the man behind him try to open the handcuffs that couldn't be opened, "We have some similarities." ”

What about your tolerance?

What the?

He's pretty much you, you just a few hours ago.

So he gaged me, and besides, he blocked me, and I was trying to correct everything.

Rectify? You don't know if that's the truth, and even if it's not your job to correct it, why can't you get along with people? Survive?

I was never supposed to live,*! Shut your damn mouth!

Twenty-eight turned to ashes in the blue light, and in the darkness, the dark blue shone everything, but the eyes of the twenty-eight who were open in horror were even more dazzling, and the intense heat energy, the twenty-eight screamed, but the explosion of the laser tearing through the space covered everything.

Ma Zhenxin finally raised his head, his bowed back did not stand up, the gushing blood blurred his face, and the well-gushed tears left one blood mark after another, his eyes had been miserable white for a long time, and he was extremely oozing on his purple and black cheeks, he laughed, laughed maniacally, silent, silent, but extremely crazy.

"Less laughing!" Wang Kunzhi punched Ma Zhenxin's blood-stained teeth, and a creaking cracking sound followed.

Scoff. Ma Zhenxin's facial features twitched and twisted violently, but he was still smiling, his teeth were shattered, and the bridge of his nose was crooked to the side.

"You think you're a hero?" Ma Zhenxin spoke, his tone trembled, and every word was trembling, as weak as a candle in the wind.

Wang Kunzhi heard it.

"What the are you talking about?" Wang Kunzhi grabbed the man's collar fiercely, and lifted it up with dead force, and the edges of the handcuffs and belts tore the man's skin, and blood overflowed.

"Do you fucking think you're a hero!" Ma Zhenxin roared, lifted his neck, and slammed into Wang Kunzhi's forehead with dead force, "You're really a madman!" ”

Dizzy, Wang Kunzhi took a few steps back, his lips twitched, pursed his mouth, and grabbed the pistol lying among the blood.

"What the fuck are you talking about!" He danced the handle of the gun and struck Ma Zhenxin the forehead, and there was a crisp cracking sound from the skull.

"You think you're saving the world," the endless pain seemed to drown Ma Zhenxin's last ounce of strength, but he still roared out every word, the words told the brain, the words form sentences, and each word contained the flames of anger, even if the breath was dying, "Let me guess your hobby, reading DC comics?" Or Marvel? That's probably it, the last two comic book companies, superheroes who corrode will. ”

Bullets are on standby, *colliding with a crisp sound.

Other.

With a splitting headache, Wang Kunzhi slowly retreated, blinking his eyes incredulously.

The lines of sight overlapped, countless rays of light intertwined in one place, and reality faded into nothingness.

A humanoid figure stands in front of the muzzle out of thin air, just a dim shadow in the blurred world. The humanoid is thin, but not thin. That's the muscles and the muscles, facing the void, the words tell the brain.

"Everything is a fantasy of yours!"

Other.

That's yourself. Words tell the brain.

Don't kill him.

Wang Kunzhi stared at the human figure in horror, and through the vague black void, the words told the brain that he could feel Ma Zhenxin babbling insults and mocking himself.

"There's nothing you can do!"

He's right. Killing him won't do you or me any good.

Words tell the brain. Twenty-eight turned to ashes in the blue light, and in the darkness, the dark blue shone everything, but the eyes of the twenty-eight who were open in horror were even more dazzling, and the intense heat energy, the twenty-eight screamed, but the explosion of the laser tearing through the space covered everything.

"See what the you've done for a ship?"

Wang Kunzhi shook his head slowly. This is the reality and no one can change it.

"Stupid American heroism!"

I knew I had to, I wanted to change everything, and he stood in my way.

There are more ways to deal with it.

"Hero!"

Then why are you reminding me now? Do you know? You're a *! *!

The first bullet.

Blood splattered. Shooting through the human form, and Ma Zhenxin, who he was protecting, the blurred black shadow dimmed, dissolving into the chaotic swirling and rising world.

The second bullet.

Wang Kunzhi suddenly found that everything was so clear, the world had never been chaotic, and all the fog was just his own crazy fantasy.

This is the reality.

The third bullet.

Only bullets, pistols, metal, and rust.

That's the reality.

The fourth bullet.

It's all about justice.

The fifth bullet.

I'm a hero.

。

。

Wang Kunzhi finally regained consciousness, and Ma Zhenxin's shattered body collapsed on the seat. The muzzle of the gun was hot, Ma Zhenxin's body had long lost its human form, and he was crushed by bullets. View*, it was empty, twenty-eight bullets, cutting a body into countless pieces.

He deserved it, he stood in front of me, he stopped me from doing what I had to do.

No opposition came.

Wang Kunzhi showed a sneer.

He started the spaceship and slowly flew to the departure point marked in Ma Zhenxin's imaging glasses, the hatch opened, and he kicked the corpse hard.

The Forbidden Zone monsters will come and clean up the rubbish on that chair, and the blood and debris will be fine. Wang Kunzhi thought quietly, I can't do all this alone, I need other humans, if they are also surprisingly stupid, I can kill them all.

For the sake of heroism.

For the sake of the planet.

For humanity.

He wiped the blood from his pistol, stroked it gently, and threw it off.