Fishy and salty taste.

This taste is ...... Blood!

Duck's eyes snapped open.

In a small, pale gray metal room, a bright magic lamp glowed pale and blinding.

Six exhausted, bruised men, including Dark, fell or sat down. Each wears a thin piece of close-fitting metal armor and holds a magic gun of varying lengths and shapes. In the middle of the room lay a corpse, its head completely shattered, and red and white brains splattered all over the floor.

There was a girl sobbing quietly, and a few people were sighing and shaking their heads.

Am I one of these weirdos?

Duck thought to himself, was this a dream? a trap set for me by the Atalantis?

If you think that this little trick can bluff me, you are very wrong. At George's training ground in Port Snell, he made many scenes like this, even apocalyptic scenes, what is this?

If you want to untie the trap, you have to find the knot. The knot must be in this scene, patient, patient.

Dark's limbs moved slightly, and he found that the body was as strong and powerful as his real-life body, and even more dexterous, and he had a lot of knowledge about the scene in his head, such as the magic repeater in his hand, which should be called the "Micro Mega Beam Rifle".

Well, these are all fakes and can't be brought back to reality. A quest hint, shall we?

Sure enough, as soon as his mind moved, a large projection appeared on the wall of the room.

The projection shows a fat man with a big belly and a cigar.

Duck couldn't help but exclaim.

The fat man's head was split, from the bridge of his nose upwards, and the skull split in two, parting to the sides, revealing a bright red brain. Moreover, his brain shape is very strange, and it looks like an open pomegranate covered with a piece of thin gauze.

The cigar fat man laughed: "Good afternoon, all the members of the brave Omega team, walking in the last free will of the world." Greetings to Booth, CEO of the Grand Trust of Atalantis. ”

The big man next to Duck let out a deafening roar: "You scoundrel! Damn capitalist!"

Booth grinned and said, "Curse as much as you want, so that when I blow up your heads in a while, the happier the mood will be—like the dead ghost captain who killed you, how about it, isn't it exciting to see your captain's head explode in front of your eyes like a broken watermelon?"

"Bastard!"

"You have no way out. You are enemies of me and of all mankind in your vain attempts to rebel against the rule of the Great Trust. There is only one dead end. Your lair has been uprooted by the Great Trust, how about I'd like to have a great replay?"

"Bastard, asshole!"

"Unfortunately, you guys have one of mine in your lair, and he doesn't want any free will, so I've easily got the brainwave profile of each of you, which means that, like your Captain Dead Ghost, I just snap my fingers and snap, and one of you will blow someone's head off - you know the power of psychic blasting, right? So, let's pick a random one first, bang!"

With a flick of the cigarette ash from the fat man's fingertips, the big man's head next to Duck exploded without warning, and suddenly, a rain of blood and brains fell.

The only girl cried loudly, and the others turned pale.

After a while, a small man with glasses gritted his teeth and said: "Capital came to the world, from head to toe, every pore dripping with blood and filth!"

The cigar fat man laughed: "So, capital wins." ”

"Damn beast!"

"The only value you poor have is to create value for the Great Trust, or you die—if it weren't for your dangerous free thoughts, perhaps the world wouldn't be what it is today. ”

Glasses angrily pointed at Booth's nose and said: "What nonsense, it is your oppression and exploitation that has caused all this! Booth, damn Booth, the progress of science and technology should be the well-being of all mankind, not a tool for you capitalists to do whatever they want." Yes, we will die, freedom will die, you have achieved the victory in front of you, but you listen well, if there is a profit of three hundred percent, capital will dare to commit any crime, even at the risk of being hanged, and now everything you do, is tightening the noose around your neck!"

"Oh, what a sharp tooth, not to lose the tongue of Omega, the most determined poor ghost, then, you will be next. ”

With a flick of the cigar, the Flower of Blood bloomed for the second time.

Dark's heart throbbed.

Unlike George's training ground, this is a trap for the Atalantis, and if he doesn't find the "knot" soon, he doesn't believe that the cigar freak will open his eyes to himself, let alone judge what the reality of his death will be.

The cigar obsessive monster laughed: "Actually, why do you bother? Since the implementation of the 'Human Glow' project, all traces of the existence of civilization have been completely erased except for ourselves. Their ethnicity, culture, traditions, and even ethnicity have been completely eradicated. The whole world is left with us, and what a vast world it is! The pursuit of profit, yes, according to you, is the original sin of capital, and I deeply agree. But if there is only one contestant left, why not put the profits on the line? This patience and time are still available to the people of Atalantis who are close to immortality. Why don't you believe that the Grand Trust will give you a better life?"

The closest to the captain's body was a sturdy middle-aged man with gray hair, who sneered, "Can a dog tethered to a gold collar walk on two legs?" The tree is growing taller, but we, holding the roots, will never be able to keep up with you bastards standing on the branches!"

"Thousands of years ago, slaves toiled with stone knives and axes, ate and lived with pigs, cows, and horses, and their teeth were sharpened as mirrors by chewing fodder at the age of fifteen. Now, you can sit in a bright and spacious office and enjoy a coffee and get the day's work done with the click of a button, so what's not to like?"

"Listen to your, treat the workers as slaves, along with the livestock, that's why we're desperate to overthrow you!"

Booth spread his hands rather gracefully: "Unfortunately, you have failed. Bang!"

The middle-aged man's skull exploded, and the headless body slowly fell.

The only girl was so frightened that she cried loudly, and the young man next to her had an earthy face, and his lips trembled vigorously, and he couldn't say a word.

Booth sighed, "You three are not core members, so I'll consider other ways to deal with it." I'm not going to blow your head off, Roanne, because you're pretty yet. Blowing up your head is too much of a jerk for a pretty girl. Well, no, I'm not going to kill you. ”

The girl trembled.

"I'm going to reshape your mind and turn you into a good tool for incubating alien warriors. This is an equally important subject of research in itself, and the researchers at the Xenomorph Life Reserve will be more than happy to do so—of course, until then, you must first fully meet their individual physiological needs. ”

The girl's face was as dead as ashes, and she knew that the well-dressed beast in front of her could do what she could say.

"No, no, no, Mr. Booth, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, you can't do this. I'm willing, I'm willing to be the material for life experiments, please let her go!"

The young man on the side suddenly jumped up and yelled like crazy. His hands, gesturing behind his back.

Duck followed his finger and saw a rectangular metal wall in the corner, which seemed to have shifted a little.

At the same time, a message was received from the information terminal on his wrist.

Booth laughed, "She's not going to be fine! I'll keep her sober will, her pretty face and devilish body all the time." Whether it's the breasts, buttocks, or whatever, even if it's damaged, our technology is enough to replace her with a new, more durable organ. Dear Roanne, how do you feel that you will soon enjoy endless suffering—and perhaps endless happiness—in eternal life as the price of rebelling against the Great Trust?"

The young man shouted in grief: "Destroy, fallen Atalantis, destroy, men!"

Bang!

The headless body of the young man fell.

Booth looked at the girl who was trembling all over her body with a smile: "Psychic blasting is a brutal and barbaric method of psychic attack, and I don't like this. Now, there aren't many people left, Miss Roanne, let's have some gentleness, mind control, and a simple rehearsal for a happy country for a while, how about - big man over there, would you mind trying it first? Come on, release your desires!"

The girl's eyes instantly became hollow when she looked at Dark.

Before being controlled, her fluttering lips spat out the last of her free will.

"Hit, die, me. ”

Bang!

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