Fred's whole body is like a gatekeeper to hell, how good it is to die just now, why still struggle and live in pain!

Just now, Fred thought it was all over, and he was finally ready to let it go, just like the choice Neumann made at Atlantis......

"No, live, live!"

Fred was in a state of desperation, acting like a mad nervous patient, and he picked up Bessie's body, even though the blood flowing from her head stained his hands red and soaked his soul, and more terrifying than death was despair!

Beshi's gunshot wound to the head, already fatal......

"Live, live!"

Fred picked up Besh desperately and ran in despair, like a mad dog surrounded by passers-by, like a lost dog who was kicked and kicked, like a poor man who sold his soul to the devil!

Beshi lay quietly in his arms, why did he feel like he was asleep, why didn't he want to wake up, isn't there anything in this world that makes you nostalgic, a person is destined to have cares when he lives, unless you are already dead......

"Hospital, where is the hospital, help, help!" Fred roared and roared, what was the difference between his appearance and the perverted serial killer who said he hadn't killed anyone before the execution......

He had never been so desperate in his life, even in hell......

"Save her, save her, please ......"

No matter where Fred rushed and came back to his senses, he still lingered in place, and the world he saw in his cloudy eyes turned black and white; No matter how much he shouted, no one responded! Yes, just death-like silence and despair......

Freedom, Freedom, birds who have lost their freedom, sing in hell!

"Tick ......"

"Click......

"Tick..."

"Click..."

"Who will save her, save her ......"

Powerlessness, despair, give up! In the face of fate, people will lose after all......

Those who call themselves "gods" already know the laws of the world, no, they make the laws!

Fred sat on the ground, Besh's body leaning limply, the hair on his head stained with blood scattered in his hands. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info What is more ...... than the death of a loved one in his arms Intoxicated.

"Drip ......"

Is it raining in the sky?

Fred reached out a hand and caught the drop, the blood-red raindrop.

Why is the earth all blood-red, isn't that a scene from hell, gradually, Fred forgot whether he was still alive, if he was still one, human ......

"Fred......" The faint voice was inaudible.

"Fred!"

"Bang!"

Fred was smashed to the ground with a gun, the corners of his mouth overflowed with red bloodshots, his confused eyes turned a little angry, and his face was hot......

The red-haired man in front of him, his right hand hung down, and blood continued to drip from his arm along his fingertips, and the dark golden sand eagle held in his left hand was also stained with blood.

"Cloth ...... Langdon. ”

Fred came to his senses, but crawled desperately towards Behy's corpse beside him, and stubbornly picked her up, wanting to pick her up, thinking that then she would come back to life!

"You're going to die, I can help you!"

Brandon looked indifferent, raised the muzzle of the sand eagle with his left hand, approached Fred, and landed it in the center of his forehead!

Is "I ......" numb......

"Kill me...... to what point of despair does it have to be, so that there is no better choice than "death"?

Fred wanted Brandon to kill him, that pleading tone!

"Okay, I promise you."

Brandon's cold, merciless face, gun, aimed at Fred's head.

“Bong……”

The smoke that had not dispersed from the muzzle of the gun floated in the air, beautiful and dreamlike.

Brandon raised his hand, took the sand eagle back into his arms, and walked towards the opposite side, where the Finnish Star had been broken into wreckage, and it was it that helped Brandon block Shura's fatal blow and could no longer be used......

Fred held Bessie in silence, and Brandon's shot didn't kill him, because just now he was dead, and now he was alive.

"I won't let you go, I won't let you go!"

"Even if you sell your soul to a demon, I'm going to bring you back to life......" Fred's blood-stained hand raised to block the light of the sun in front of him!

Fred grabbed the test tube from the ground, smashed the mouth of the test tube with a tactical straight knife, and poured the mysterious blue liquid on Beshi's wound, watching with a blank face as the wriggling blood worm sucked Beshi's blood and burrowed into her brain......

"Even if I die, even if you will hate me for the rest of your life, even if you will forget me......"

"I want you to live!"

"Live, no matter how painful it is, okay......"

Fred crushed the test tube in his hand, and let the fragments of the test tube pierce the skin and let the blood flow out, he felt better......

He stood up.

A kilometer away, at the other end of the street, there was the "corpse" of the man in a trench coat, he was holding a dark red killing weapon - Shura, Blood Shura Kidd, Fred wanted to kill him a thousand times, ten thousand times in an instant!

"Hey, it's so ruthless......" The sound of a dead man crawling out of his grave!

There, Kidd's bloodstained head was actually raised, and his upper body was like a zombie, stretching out his hand to break his neck and reset the cervical vertebrae, these monsters!

"He's awake, let's leave."

As Brandon spoke, he looked at Fred and raised his left hand behind him, a sand eagle with a metallic sheen in his hand!

“Bong，bong，bong……”

Three bullets, a kilometer away hit Kidd in the head, and he fell again.

"Can't you kill it?" Brandon turned around and looked at Kidd's body, still twitching, about to be "resurrected" again......

Kidd came back to life again and again, the bullet exited his skull, the wound slowly healed, and the sea-blue shark skin slowly emerged on the surface of his body, very hard......

"Kill, even if I can't kill him, I will let him taste the pain of death all the time!"

Fred's eyes have never been so cold, never so full of murderous intent, like a fallen devil, like the evil wizard in the vampire diary, who made Stefan drown repeatedly, a little perverted, vengeful! Hatred can make people forget themselves.

"Let's go, Fred."

Brandon stopped him, and Fred picked up Behy's body and pressed it close to her chest, clearly hearing the throbbing of life. Fred kissed Bessie lightly on the cheek, the wound on the left side of her face had healed, and the antimatter bullet that had penetrated her skull had sublimated and vanished.

Fred heard Bessie's even breathing, would she really wake up, would she be okay?

Whether it will experience the same situation as S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Coulson, everything is unknown......

Or, when she wakes up, will she still be the original "Behi"......

Aoi Ward, on the border between Shizuoka and Yamanashi prefectures, an abandoned cement factory.

"...... Sonor"

"Zheng!"

The sound of metal clashing, the sound of piercing eardrums!

Fighting, constantly fighting, even if you are covered in bruises, even if you are exhausted, death is not terrible, giving up, despair before death, is terrible!

In "Inuyasha", the witch who constantly fights in the Jade of the Four Souls, Tsuiko, is cursed and forever depraved......

"Teenager."

The young man's white sweatshirt was soaked in blood, and he couldn't open one eye, and what opened was his blood-red left eye—the ghost eye! The village rain was stained with blood over and over again, and it was filtered clean again and again by the clear water that flowed out......

The man on the opposite side with his upper body exposed, his whole body was densely scarred, and several new injuries were added, compared to the blood lotus, his injuries were insignificant, but his right hand had become black, and the blood vessels had rotted, and it had been eroded by the ghost to such an extent, was he still unwilling to let it go......

Night, pervasive

on a blood-colored field

The chaotic moonlight does not shine and the death does not disperse

Forgotten, forgotten

What is left in the heart, a dry heart

The sky was bright, and he woke up beside the tomb

The walls of Deathknell Town

Only mottled pain and wounds remained

Looking back and looking back, the battlefield of blood and fire

The glory of the past

The shell, left, was killed in seconds, the shell

Hollow eye sockets, no blood, no tears, no light

Far away, look far away

The splendor of the Undercity, the splendor of decay

Water, can not be washed off, on the phalanges, old wounds

Broken armor, can't be hidden, warrior's, old faith

Hold the gun and hold the gun again, and get back to the front

Where is the prince, where is the hatred

The trumpet sounded again in the distance

When to return to your hometown, and how to return to your hometown

What about you once and now?

Whose bride is it, and for whom the garments are made?

Fire, beating despair

Who's chanting in a low voice

Say, the sorrow of the forgotten

Prove hope with battles

The shell, only the shell remained, the shell that was killed in seconds

Hollow eye sockets, no blood, no tears, no light

Yes~~

Rotten splendor

Dry splendor

Hold the gun, hold the gun

Back to the front

Where is the hatred

Where is the prince

(Lyrics from Overture to the Dead are quoted here)