Four years ago, the Italian border.

The sky was like a gray sea, the sunlight failed to penetrate the thick clouds, and the yellow sand and gloomy sky contrasted with the gloomy sky, and the world was as bleak as ink, as if all colors had been stripped of by God.

Lorenzo, dressed in a tattered military uniform, stood in the center of the wasteland, his whole body stained with brutal blood from his sleeves to his trouser legs, and dark red liquid flowing down from the cracks in his arms.

Look around and look around.

The sand dunes are filled with cold, swarthy guns, bloody corpses, distorted and frozen faces, and beyond the horizon, an unreachable horizon.

Lorenzo raised his face and looked at the sky, his blue eyes as blue as the sea had never been so dim.

After a long silence, he reached out his right hand and took a worn-out book from the pocket of his coat.

Lorenzo lowered his eyelids, his fingers ran over the words in the book, and his voice was muddy and hoarse:

"I know that my Redeemer lives, that He is the living Lord, and that He led me in the way of righteousness when I was lost in the deep valley. I know that my Redeemer lives, that He is the living Lord, and that He is with me as my lamp when I am lonely in the wilderness. ”

After a few moments, the gray clouds suddenly dispersed, and the clouds were lifted, and a huge sun wheel appeared in the sky.

The young man raised his head high, his slightly narrowed eyes shining in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Half an hour ago, in a hospital room, New York.

Lorenzo lifted his heavy eyelids and opened his bloodshot eyes, his gaze touching the bandaged boy on the hospital bed.

The boy's arm, which had not yet been completely covered by bandages, revealed a patch of charred and black skin, which contained the whiteness of bone and the hideousness of blood.

Lorenzo watched the scene, his face twitching violently, his deep eyes hidden under his hair, a violent dark red floating in the depths of his pupils, and the original blue was replaced by nothing.

He gasped deeply, over and over again, his whole body trembling like a wild beast, like a survivor fresh out of the swamp of chaos, greedily fighting for air with his mouth and nose.

After a long time, he opened the Bible and muttered in a gloomy voice:

"I know that my Redeemer lives, that He is the living Lord, and that He led me in the way of righteousness when I was lost in the deep valley. When I was lonely in the wilderness, He was with me as my lamp. ”

As the words fell, Lorenzo raised his eyes and turned his head to look out the window, greeted by a sky so gloomy that it seemed to squeeze out black water.

He gritted his teeth and repeated it:

"I know that my Redeemer lives, that He is the living Lord, that He leads me in the path of righteousness when I am lost in the valley, that My Redeemer lives, that He is the living Lord, and that He is with me as my lamp when I am alone in the wilderness!"

However, nothing has changed, and everything is as cruel as ever.

"When I was lost in the valley, He led me in the path of righteousness——!!!"

Lorenzo bent down, clutching his near-tearing head, roaring like a wild beast, his ears ringing in a rage that destroyed every nerve in his heart.

"When I was lonely in the wilderness, he was my lamp with me——!!!"

Half an hour later, the medical staff rushed to the ward, leaving Cosimo alone, the window of the room open, and the wind before the rainstorm blew in.

Moscow, Russia.

The torrential rain is like a torrential down, and large raindrops lap on the repeatedly changing traffic lights, LED screens of high-rise buildings, signboards of shops, icy asphalt roads, dimly lit street lamps, and dark bronze sculptures.

Lorenzo came to the Arbat Street.

One of the oldest surviving streets in the Russian capital, known as the "Elves of Moscow", Arbat Street was built in 1493 and has a history of more than 500 years.

On both sides of the road, a sea of purple and blue flowers swayed wildly in the rain.

Lorenzo didn't hold an umbrella, let the rain drench his body, his hands in the pockets of his black trench coat, and slowly walked to the end of the street, the dull scarlet in his pupils shining brightly in the rain.

Come to the tavern at the end of the street, open the door, and step inside.

The sinner named "Andrey" drank in the pavilion and celebrated the victory of the Arctic copy with three of his old friends, as if what a great thing it was.

Half an hour ago, Gu Qiu hacked into the official database and brought Lorenzo the details of these players.

Moreover, he hacked into Moscow's defenses, paralyzing surveillance in the area.

Lorenzo wrote down their names: Andrei, Kalev, Binong, Macmin - it was they who fought in the Arctic, pushed the badly wounded Cosimo and fed him into the mouth of the three-headed dog......

The tavern door was pushed open, and the rain swept in, sweeping Lorenzo's back, his dark trench coat dancing in the wind, his dark red eyes flowing like molten mud in the depths.

"Which bastard, didn't see us ......" Mark Ming was halfway through his words, and his tone was stunned when he saw the visitor's face, "...... It's you. ”

"It's me." Lorenzo took two or three steps forward, grabbed him by the neck, and pinned him against the wall.

"I have reporters nearby, and there are cameras in the tavern, and if you kill us, then you ......"

"Poof—"

Macmin's voice stopped abruptly, his head ripped off by Lorenzo, and his headless body slid down the wall like a kite with a broken string, slumped to the ground.

Violent blood, smearing a furrow in the walls.

Silent.

Lorenzo twisted Macmin's head and turned around expressionlessly, tilting his head, the scarlet in the depths of his pupils beating like a beast from hell about to burst out of its ovaries.

"Bang!"

In the next second, Macmin's head was squeezed open, like a tomato crushed by a road steamroller, bursting with violent blood, completely staining Lorenzo's dark face red.

"Macmin!" Karev yelled.

"The day is near, and it is like a burning furnace. and every one that is arrogant and does evil will be like stubble. In that day it will be burned up, and there will be no branch left. ”

Lorenzo stormed to Karev's side.

He stretched out his blood-red right hand, and the gray characters engraved with the words "despair" and "fear" poured out, instantly squeezing Karev's brain, and blood and brain pulp poured out like mud.

"How is it possible, this person is the captain of the law enforcement team, hey, we are players! We are players! What the hell are you going to do to us?! Shouldn't you protect ......" Binonch's voice stopped abruptly.

"The remembrance of the righteous shall be praised, but the name of the wicked shall perish."

Lorenzo's right arm ran through Binonc's chest, and five dark fingers held his heart firmly, instantly crushing the beating red life.

"Whew-"

Blood splattered, staining Lorenzo's jet-black trench coat.

Blood continued to flow from between his right fingers and splash to the ground.

Andrei, the leader of the four, sat down on the ground in fright, trembling and not daring to move, like a clenched doll.

"Those rumors are true...... You're a monster, you're a monster! He roared hysterically, his eyes constricted, reflecting the man who looked like Hades.

Lorenzo pushed away Binonc, who had lost his heart, and slowly raised his ghostly head, staring at André coldly.

"The wicked will not stand in judgment, so will the sinners in the assembly of the righteous."

He approached André step by step, the dark red in the depths of his pupils becoming more conspicuous, and by the end, the whites of his eyes were covered in pitch black, like a demon soaked in a sulphur spring.

After half an hour, Andrei's chest was split in half from the middle.

Lorenzo unleashed his sequential skills to keep him awake, then picked up a knife and slowly sliced out his internal organs, as delicate and calm as a nobleman cutting through the skin of an apple.

The two shared a quiet time.

After a moment, Lorenzo suddenly raised Andrei's right hand and whispered in his ear: "...... That's what you used to push my brother to hell, right? ”

Andrei's throat had been amputated by Lorenzo, and he couldn't say a word, just a bloody mouth open, his eyes hollow and silent.

Later, Lorenzo broke off his fingers one by one.

The rain is still falling.

The blood fell more violently than the rain.

After a while, the tavern fell silent, with only the four mutilated corpses on the ground, the flesh and blood of four Russian players, their organs scattered all over the ground, and the scene was terrifying.

"Didn't it make their death too easy...... They deserve a more painful death. ”

Lorenzo felt empty, his eyes swirling with a dull light, and he unleashed his emotional characters, crushing the remains of these people together, leaving not even the scum behind.

The bones of the four men were gone.

At this moment, the door of the tavern was pushed open again, and a teenager in a black hoodie walked into the tavern.

"Oh, it seems to be a step slower." He took off his hood, his jet-black hair wet from the rain.

In an instant, Lorenzo's figure was fleeting, his right hand had already grabbed the young man's neck, and he raised his blood-stained cheeks, and the familiar face was reflected in his pupils.

“…… Anson deer? Lorenzo was stunned at first, and then laughed maniacally: "What's wrong?" Why don't you release those pieces of yours? One second too late, I'll probably kill you. ”

"Damn, your hands are so dirty! Big brother, I have a habit of cleanliness, hurry up and let go. Anson Lu's tone was quite disgusted.

Lorenzo let go of Anson Deer's neck and sat down in a chair, staring directly at him with dark red eyes, and asked almost word for word, "So, what are you doing here?" ”

"Looks like you're still sane, I wanted to knock you out and take you away."

"Answer my question!" Lorenzo's voice sank.

Anson Deer shrugged his shoulders and said unhurriedly:

"I know you asked Gu Qiu to hack all the surveillance in this area, but the people hired by Andre saw you walk into the tavern, and most of them took photos as evidence."

"And then?" Lorenzo poured himself a glass of red wine.

"The fact that you tortured and killed four players will soon come to light." Anson Lu paused, "Moreover, the way you look now will be seen by the whole world. ”

"yes, so what?"

Anson Lu raised his forehead and sighed lightly: "Big brother, you represent the law enforcement team, what is the law enforcement team, this directly symbolizes the official reputation of various countries, the only organization that can be trusted unconditionally in the eyes of people, and the result is a complete collapse because of your own fault." ”

"It doesn't matter." Lorenzo said coldly.

"It doesn't matter?" Anson Deer was incredulous, "The world will be in chaos, you will be executed by the law enforcement team, and the people who will execute you will be your familiar teammates." ”

“…… So what? Lorenzo's dark red eyes narrowed, his voice still contemptuous, his long messy hair dancing wildly in the wind.

"Cosimo is not dead, then you don't have to give up on yourself at all, there are still long days ahead."

"You can see that I'm going crazy, and if I drag it out any longer, my mental condition will only break down even more."

"In Huaxia's national team, there is a player named 'Bamboo Shadow Therapist'."

"What the hell are you trying to say?!"

"She can help you." Ansen Lu covered his ears and said with a headache: "I am very familiar with the people of the Huaxia national team, and I can guarantee that she will give you psychiatric treatment without revealing your information." ”

"No, I can't believe in myself anymore, and I can't trust the 'human' species anymore."

Lorenzo hung his head, his dark red eyes hidden beneath his long messy hair.

"The sequence of the Pope has given me an extraordinary perception of human emotions, and you can't imagine what a despicable race humans are in my eyes, they kill each other, they calculate each other, they are fragile, stupid, dirty, greedy, and they are simply disgusting."

Anson Lu pointed at himself and asked very shamelessly, "What about me?" ”

"I can't see through you, I don't feel too many emotions from you, you're special, but it's just a special example, scum like these four Russian players, there are many, many more in this world, I can't tolerate their existence."

"Oh, what about your brother?" Anson Deer looked at Lorenzo and said almost word for word, "Don't tell me that in your eyes, he is also a so-called 'despicable human'. ”

Lorenzo was silent for a long time and took a sip of red wine: "An existence like him will only be abandoned by humans, because humans simply can't tolerate such a noble existence, and they don't deserve it." ”

"I see." Anson Lu smiled, "No matter what, I need your help to take out that snow dragon." ”

"It's late." Lorenzo sneered, "Once this matter gets out, I will be officially discarded, and they will purge me as an existence like 'David Kenchi'." ”

"It's not too late, there's still room for redemption."

"Redeem, how to redeem?"

"Gu Qiu has blackened the surveillance nearby." "Then, those eyeliners that André put up are a confirmation that you walked into the tavern, but in the same way, they saw me walk in." ”

"So?"

"I killed people, that's it."

"You're crazy." Lorenzo said without even thinking about it.

"I'm not crazy, we have to hurry up, or it'll be too late." Anson Lu turned his head and looked at the other side of the street, "The reporter hired by Andre is already leaning towards the tavern. ”

Lorenzo stared at Anson Deer in a daze, and was silent for a long time before asking:

"Is it worth it?"

"It's worth it." Anson Lu twisted his stiff neck with his hand, "I repeat, if at this point in time, those things you did are exposed, and it is unimaginable what the world will be messed up with." ”

"And what do you do yourself?" The dark red in Lorenzo's pupils faded.

"I don't care, I don't represent the official in the first place, I just play my own." Anson Deer said in a flat voice:

"Please, isn't it just killing a few people, this little thing is not worth mentioning. Unlike you, if your reputation collapses, it will be very difficult for people to trust the authorities again.

The world is in chaos like this, if even the official loses its prestige, then the earth is really going to start 'rampage', and there is no need for that snow dragon, and human beings are enough to destroy themselves. ”

Lorenzo lowered his voice and said slowly: "If you do this, in the hearts of the people, you will go from being the number one player in the world to a monster out of control." ”

"And then? It didn't make any difference to me, at most I could move. Anson Lu closed the door to the tavern, "I only care about the people around me, I don't care what other people think of me, that's the difference between us." ”

"You ......"

"I don't have time, let's put on a play." Anson Deer approached him and teased:

"It's better to act realistically, at least don't be worse than you on TV, that 'Sequence Interview' show really made me vomit, your hypocritical face is really disgusting."

"You're still the same, hopelessly weird."

"We're like that at the Lighthouse of Hell, we're all weirdos."

Lorenzo smiled angrily, he covered his face, laughed maniacally and suppressed for a long time, and then took off his bloodstained gloves, "So...... How are you going to act? ”

"Uh......" Anson Lu pouted, "Actually, I'm really not good at this, how can I act well?" Or will the old chess players go berserk and be killed by the captain of the law enforcement team? ”

Before he finished speaking, he had already unfolded the chess field, and the surging field unfolded, enveloping the central area of Arbat Street, and the nearby residents were in a sensation.

Lorenzo stared in amazement at the unfolding chess field, which was a symbol of the chess players of the past, once the chess field appeared on Arbat Street, then Anson Deer could not be separated from this incident.

Anson Deer has no intention of leaving a way out for himself at all.

"Anson Deer......" Lorenzo said hoarsely.

"How?"

"Thank you." He said, "I owe you a favor. ”

"This kind of polite remark, just keep it for later." Anson Lu put his hands in his pockets, "Also, in fact, when it comes to acting, I won't lose much to you, at least it's easy to pretend to be a bad guy." ”

After speaking, he raised his brown eyes, and the depths of his pupils were full of violence and cold, like a devouring beast.

"I'll hurt you a little, big brother Pope, and don't blame me later."

A day later, New York, the law enforcement building, the ward on the top floor.

A blonde boy in a hospital gown was lying on the bed, his curly hair curled so much that he couldn't look at it, and it was a mess.

Cosimo slowly raised his eyelids, sat up, and looked at the TV with blue eyes, the dark TV screen, which suddenly reflected his bewildered face.

He turned his head to look out the window at the clear sky.

Messy fragments of memories poured into my mind like a flood.

He tried to move his legs, but there was no response from them, like two pillars that had nothing to do with him, disgusting.

"Well, sure enough, I'm not a player anymore......" Cosimo looked down, his blue eyes darkening.

Without the sequence "Cyber Attack", he will regain his status as a normal person, and his legs will also return to the state they were in before becoming a player - disabled.

Finally...... I was able to run again.

A line of tears flowed from the corners of Cosimo's reddened eyes, and he clenched his teeth and wiped his hands vigorously from the tears.

But the more this happens, the more uncontrollable the tears flow.

"Hey, little brat."

The sudden sound made Cosimo shudder, and he jerked his head up and looked at the uninvited guest in a daze.

I saw a teenager in a school uniform, standing against the wall.

"Long time no see." Anson Deer smiled at him.

"Anson Deer?!" Cosimo exclaimed.

"Don't be so loud!" Anson Lu hurriedly made a silent gesture, "Big brother, I finally got in, and the security of your law enforcement team building is strict." ”

"No, what are you doing here?" Cosimo stared at Anson Deer, not knowing why the tears flowed more fiercely, he pursed his lips: "Come and laugh at me?" Okay, you've won. ”

Anson Lu held his forehead and said with a headache: "Please, big brother, although I lack virtue, I haven't lacked virtue to that extent, and I deliberately went to New York to laugh at you, right?" ”

Cosimo wiped away his tears and thumped his unresponsive leg, "Well, I can't stand up, I'll be a waste in the future, we shouldn't be able to fight monsters together anymore." ”

"I can still stand up."

"What?"

"Here's this thing for you," Anson Deer pulled his right hand from his pocket and threw a black card at Cosimo.

"Huh?" Cosimo took the card and asked puzzledly, "What is this?" ”

Anson Lu raised the corners of his mouth and said proudly: "This thing, called 'sequence card', can allow idiots who have lost their player qualifications to get their player qualifications back." ”

Cosimo froze in place, dumbfounded, unable to say a word.

"Little brat, you can toss the rest yourself, I've been busy moving for the past two days, so I'll leave first." Anson Lu said, "Pay attention next time, kindness is a good thing, but you can score the object." ”

With that, Anson Deer disappeared in place, seemingly returning to its original city using the mechanism of a travel scroll.

Cosimo looked at the card, the black card showing lines of text gradually.

Sequence cards have been used. 】

[Player Name: Cosimo.] 】

[Sequence Name: Cyber Assault.] 】

[Welcome back to Evolution Games, I wish you a happy game.] 】

At this moment, a familiar voice came from the hallway.

"Cosimo, are you awake?"

Lorenzo, dressed in a white trench coat, carried a bouquet of flowers, pushed open the door, and the moment his eyes touched Cosimo, his face changed drastically, and he approached the hospital bed in three steps and two steps.

Cosimo's face twitched slightly, and tears continued to flow from the corners of his eyes.

He stared blankly at Lorenzo's face, and now he cried even harder, like a child, crying unabashedly.

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