Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 103: Embrace death

When the gunfire stopped, apart from me, Fu Jiang and Billy, there were no other breathing creatures in this hall.

　　 When the buzzing of the runner and chainsaw disappeared completely, deathly silence enveloped us.

　　 No one will come to bother us again.

　　 I looked around at the terrible sight I had created.

　　Everything you see is a shocking red color. The feet, the walls, and the ceiling of the hall are full of strange and incomplete corpses everywhere. Occasionally, if you step on foot, you can hear the shoes stepping on the blood flowing like a creek, making a thick sound. Quark is like a glutton entering a gourmet restaurant, jumping around with excitement in his eyes.

　　 "Mageweave messengers... are all monsters?" Billy spat.

　　" has nothing to do with whether it is a magicweave messenger or not. This is Achuan’s talent, incomparable talent, the extraordinary realm that the burning soul can reach. Although I don’t know what your talent is, it makes you so confident to be the most Strong sharpshooter, but compared to Achuan, it is the light of fireflies. This is the man I like." Fu Jiang said, kicking away the body in the way.

　　 Billy snorted and looked at me.

　　 "Hey, boy, is your body okay?"

　　 "It's okay." I wiped the blood from the corners of my eyes and lips with my sleeve.

　　 His head swelled like an explosion, but there was no sign of further deterioration.

　　 Although this is the only tragic situation in my life, I have killed so many people for the first time. However, just like smoking, there is no vomiting unexpectedly, and the body adapts naturally. It looks disgusting, but it is not unacceptable.

　　This kind of calm makes me feel weird. A month ago, I never watched moving movies, nor did I watch **** horror films. If it was not necessary, I would not deliberately seek out the tragic deeds in the world, and I would try my best to look away when encountering particularly unfortunate things. Because when I focus on this kind of thing, I will empathize with the victim's experience, and I cannot bear the heavy pain.

　　 is really strange. When I was a child, I filled my stomach with a frog and trampled it to death. I would be excited by the explosive sound and vomiting internal organs. But when I grow up, I can't bear the pain of others that is smaller than torture.

　　 Now I personally cause a lot of pain.

　　 They must have been extremely painful when they died, otherwise, why would there be such a distorted expression on their faces?

　　 However, I no longer have that kind of empathy.

　　 "Don't think too much, Achuan!" Tomoe walked over, pressed my shoulder, stared into my eyes earnestly and said, "You did nothing wrong."

　　 I want to smile back at her, but I feel like I just twitched the corners of my mouth.

　　 is really ugly.

　　 "Good job." Billy's hand was also on my shoulder from behind, "We will stay for a while, are you okay?"

　　 "Who do you think I am?" I answered him.

　　 Billy wasn't angry at all, he walked to the sofa covered with bullet holes, sat on the armrest of the sofa, and fiddled with the two revolvers in his hands. He has always used these two guns to fight before, and one has to doubt that if he was the only one in a battle of that intensity, would he die here like everyone else?

　　 I looked at the doorway into the other passages. The doors were all open, the lights were all shattered, and there were corpses in the vicinity, and the darkness sank in the distance. The smoke of battle was quietly dispersed, without any living creatures. It is this kind of silence and darkness full of death that makes people tremble, as if some weird things will flow out like black oil.

　　The human body dies, but the residue of the soul will seep into the wall with the blood, so that the blood will never dry up.

　　The power of death faintly resisted us to find out. Even the Billy Cowboy, who has always been under the Security Bureau, did not intend to leave.

　　If there are still people alive, in this dull air, even if you stand in the hall, you can feel even if it's just a gossamer breath.

　　 "All are dead."

　　 My mumbling was heard by Billy, and he used it more surely, but repeated it without any sadness.

　　 are all dead!

　　 Sooner or later, we will die just like them. He said, but this is the cause of our decision to give our lives, and death is not terrible.

　　 "Hey, how many people are you here?" Fu Jiang, who was looking at the dead body, asked suddenly.

　　"Not many. This is the first time that this city has a singularity. Both the base and the manpower have only been temporarily established recently." Billy turned his head and thought, "Yes, until the last batch of personnel three days ago Upon arrival, Cyberball is a mature organization. There are not only combat members. The security bureau dispatched only about 80 combat members like me. Before this battle, non-combatants should be evacuated as soon as possible. The bait of other routes, including us, will not exceed 20 people, and besides you, there are no magicweave messengers."

　　 "What the hell?" Fu Jiang snorted dissatisfiedly, "You are here to deal with the goats' union? You don't even have enough high-end combat power?"

　　"This city became a singularity too suddenly. The observers of the Black Nest arranged the illusion portal. There is no sign at all, and the information fed back from the gods is much slower than those of the Doomsday Truth. They are. The base has been established, of course, we are much more prepared than we came in hastily." Billy grabbed his hair in annoyance and defended, "And, how many magicweave messengers do you think there are in this world?"

　　"...Since the mutation started five years ago, there should be a lot of it, right?"

　　"In terms of the number of people, it is quite a lot, about 20,000 people."

　　 But do you think this kind of people can really fill every city in the world? Billy asked rhetorically.

　　"Not every city has singularities, and no one can detect every singularity. We know that new singularities appear in this city and will come non-stop. If you are still dissatisfied with efficiency, So sorry, we have done our best."

　　 "Isn’t it more efficient to hand it over to the people in your country?"

　　As Tomi and I watched, Billy sighed impatiently.

　　"The Central Duchy is the largest country in Asia. There are almost a thousand cities in the country. Therefore, it has to adopt a conservative local defense strategy, such as this kind of new peculiarities, unless it is particularly important. Solve for the global rapid reaction mobile force.

　　 Because the opponents are not ordinary people, if ordinary troops are dispatched, a large number of troops will be required to ensure the victory rate. To ensure social stability, this cannot be done. Moreover, once a large-scale exchange of fire occurs, the city will be destroyed. This is also an urban warfare. Point.

　　 There are not a few countries with similar situations in the Central Duchy, including those poor and war-torn places. The man in the mobile unit has to deal with world-wide changes and has been overloaded.

　　I just finished my last mission, and before I had time to rest, I crossed the Pacific and came here. The mobile force members who came with us do have several Central Duchy, but they all have their own tasks. "

　　 Billy, who had always been cynical, bent down, put his arms on his thighs, and buried his head deeply, exuding a deep tiredness. This tiredness seemed to be even the last bit of sorrow for the death of his companion. Completely buried.

　　"Since you have joined the Security Bureau, you must be psychologically prepared. In the future, more companions will die, and you will be as tired as a dead dog. No one will sympathize with you. Even if you die, no one will pick it up. Bones, there will be no glorious epitaph, and even the fallen leaves cannot return to their roots." Billy raised his head and looked at us directly, "Are you ready? Are you really enlightened?"

　　Quark flew out of the deep tunnel and landed on my shoulder, with a badge-like metal in its mouth. I took it down. It was a pentagonal metal plate. I wiped the blood on it, revealing a smiley face engraved on it. The smooth back is a twisted pin, along with a line of name and time. It seems to be the name and birthday of the deceased.

　　"Did you see it? If we die, we will only have this thing." Billy also took out the same badge from his jacket pocket, "We are real fighters, and this is our dog tag! Take it! Hold it and bury it in a beautiful place, that is the grave of this unlucky guy. This kind of guy who doesn't even remember his appearance, only knows his name and birthday, what do you think can be written on the tombstone?"

　　His tone is so indifferent, no complaining, no anger, obviously such a sad thing, but it makes people feel that he is showing off an unspeakable honor. His emotions are like a volcano pressed deep in the bottom of the sea, which will erupt at any time, but the surface of the sea is still cold. Just standing on the sea, you can't feel the hot boiling.

　　 I looked at Fu Jiang, and she looked at me too. I seem to carry the will of four people: a dead soul, two real warriors~IndoMTL.com~ and...

　　 cannot eliminate the scorching ego from the soul.

　　 I remembered the eulogy I heard in the branch of the goat union:

　　 Flesh and flesh are like grass and trees, and glory is like an evening flower. The grass will wither and the flower will wither, but death is not the end, just like the truth forever.

　　 But this will definitely not be an epitaph for the undead who were killed by them to rest in peace. They fought to the death, burning their souls and lives, just to fight these lunatics who burned themselves like mourning. They knew that they would die in such a seemingly insignificant way, but they would still throw themselves into the battlefield without hesitation, fighting against the forces above them.

　　 is not impossible to retreat, nor is it that there is no chance to save yourself.

　　 However, at a certain critical time, in order to insist on a certain will, and actively embrace death, this is the boundary of the warrior.

　　 is so sincere and unwavering, maybe I am eager for something, is it to pray for a beautiful epitaph after death?

　　 Their lives are so brilliant that they can’t be seen directly, and they don’t need the beautiful wreaths after death.

　　 is so enviable, so enviable, born like a summer flower, maybe no one recognizes it, but it is the glory and death of my own choice.

　　 "He couldn't choose how to be born, but he chose how to die. In this way, he controlled his life." I compressed all my emotions into these words, and put the badge of the dead next to my body into the pocket of my clothes. One day, I will bury it in a beautiful, peaceful and secluded place, and pray that the day I die, I will be taken to such a place, and I will engrave similar words on my tombstone.

　　 "Sounds good." Billy smiled.

　　 "Choose the way you die?" Tomoe also laughed: "I like it."