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When Van poured another large gulp, the number of glasses in front of him increased again.

But the strange thing is that the more Van drank, the more his expression became frozen indifference.

Can alcohol really free one's ego? Van asked himself more than once today.

But judging by the current results, the power of alcohol is no more than that.

The corners of Fan's mouth glanced at a thick sneer.

He then glanced at the other transhumans who were indulging themselves on the dance floor.

"Ordinary people numb themselves through alcohol, while strong people face themselves through alcohol." This is a phrase that is widely circulated within the Angel of Death.

"So apathy is the real me? Why is there a force of anger in my heart, but I don't know why it arises? Van clenched his fists tightly.

"Is it because of Hitomi?" "No, it's not just that. Van quickly rejected the idea.

There had been so much going on lately that he was starting to have trouble sorting out his thoughts, and more importantly, there was little he could do to change the outcome of any of them.

He thought he had broken through the shackles he had once shackled, but now he realized that this was just a ridiculous joke in the face of reality.

Freezing three feet is not a day's cold, and the long-term self-closure has made Van almost lose himself.

"I want to live and get better." This is the determination that the Brahman has made.

"I'm still alive, but why do I feel so much pain!" Van clenched his fists tightly and buried his head in the crook of his arm, the image of the past stabbing him in the heart like a knife.

Killing can solve some problems, but it also creates more problems, and it's an endless loop.

Ruthless and indifferent people can naturally get rid of the shackles of morality and inner condemnation, but Brahma can't, and increasingly can't.

"What the hell am I living for?" Van asked himself this over and over again, between the organization and the self, there is always such an insurmountable abyss, one wrong step, maybe he will not be able to turn back in this life.

Van does not refuse to kill, but he hates senseless killing, and he has also carried out a purge mission in the past, but those displaced people who need to be eliminated are indeed creating confusion, and he does not have such a strong sense of guilt for killing.

He had also killed countless people in the survival trial, but at that time he was just trying to live, and if he didn't kill someone, someone would kill him, and this was a killing made for survival, and he had to do it.

But for what this time? What is the reason for the complete elimination of all living things in the valley? Van couldn't figure it out.

A group of outcasts who are not armed with even the most basic gunpowder, and who live in an area outside the jurisdiction of the Angel of Death, were ordered to be cleared by the Angel of Death simply because of the forced presence of a group of reformers from the Empire.

This is a simple killing, a killing without any reason, and the funny thing is that Van has no right to refuse such a killing, as long as he is still an angel of death, he will definitely have to face such a task again and again.

"So that's my anger? Want to change but can't? Van asked himself.

"Strength! Only strength can break the siege, only strength can make me qualified to change, only strength can get away from the shackles of the central organization, go to the wilderness, and pursue freedom, and this was my dream. Van thought in a daze that the power of alcohol had finally begun to work, and a glint gleamed in his misty eyes.

"Freedom...... Ah, I remember, there is another thing called freedom, the freedom that purebred humans talk about every day. Heh, how many things I lost along the way. Van laughed at himself.

Fan's eyes had begun to dim, and freedom had become the only thing on his mind, and at this moment there seemed to be a force of soaring power pushing him forward, which seemed to be the feeling of freedom.

"But why is it so noisy?" Van felt surrounded by chaotic noises, loud music, and frantic crowds.

He staggered to his feet, only to realize that he was surrounded by the mocking faces of the other reformers.

Only then did he realize that he had walked from the bar to the dance floor before he knew it.

"Haha, another idiot who drank too much!"

Fan casually tidied up the clothes on his body, and on the white chest of the clothes, a big footprint completely ruined the beauty of the clothes.

"This drunk! It seems that I still don't understand what happened! Ha ha. The piercing laughter instinctively annoyed Fan.

"Shut up." Fan lightly covered his forehead and said a little drunk.

"What? He told us to shut up? ”

"Haha, who does he think he is? High-level transhumans? Or is it the elite of the core sequence? ”

"This is an unlucky drunkard, which elite will drink his virtue."

"Although he is an alcoholic, he looks very good." A female human teased.

"Shut up." Van couldn't help but aggravate his tone, and the alcohol began to make him feel hot.

"What are you! Dare to shut me up? A transhuman warrior approached Van with a sinister smile, wanting to teach him a lesson.

"Plop!" The loud sound of the floor even drowned out the loud music, and everyone who stood on the dance floor and writhed wildly felt the vibration coming from under their feet.

"Shut the fuck up!" Van roared, completely overshadowing the chaotic and deafening music on the dance floor.

Van sat down heavily, and below him was a reformed warrior who had been completely unconscious.

At this moment, except for the loud music, the bar was silent.

Then, the music stopped abruptly, because another hapless modified human body smashed into the human DJ who was wearing headphones and DJing frantically with perfect curves, and then the person in charge of tuning next to him was so frightened that he immediately turned off the music.

The center of the bar, at this moment, is all focused on Van Shi's body.

"I tell you to shut up, and whoever dares to speak will fall like him." Van said in a drunken tone, then pointed to the comatose reformed man beneath him.

"Whoever moved his hand just now, walked out by himself." Fan's expression was drunk, and his fingers were swinging unconsciously.

Now he was clearly beginning to realize that something had just happened to him.

No one would question the power of these unconscious hands, as evidenced by the two unlucky ghosts just now.

As if dissatisfied that no one had answered his words, Van raised his tone again, "Who the moves the hand!" "This time it's almost a roar.

But it was silence that answered him.

So Fan stood up, grabbed a reformer next to him, clasped his neck tightly with his right hand, and asked with a drunken expression, "Is that you?" ”

A hint of horror flashed in the transformer's eyes, this drunkard's movements seemed to be slow, but in fact they were fast, and this seemingly random movement was actually invulnerable, no matter which angle he chose to resist, he couldn't keep up with the speed of his transformation.

The reformer couldn't help but swallow his saliva, the drunkard in front of him was likely to be a high-level reformer, and feeling the increasing strength of the other party, he didn't know how to answer for a while.

But choosing silence at this time was obviously not a wise choice, so the unlucky reformer became the third unlucky ghost, only this time he flew in the direction of the bar where Van was originally sitting.

The flying body was stopped halfway through the flight, and was caught by a sturdy reformer with a naked upper body.

"So it's you?" Fan tilted his head and pointed at the reformed person who suddenly stood up with a "trembling".