Angel of Death main city, Mandala Bar.
When Fan took another sip of wine, the number of wine glasses in front of him increased by one more.
But the strange thing is that the more Fan drinks, the more frozen and indifferent his expression becomes.
Can alcohol really release one's self?
Fan asked himself more than once today.
But judging from the current results, the power of alcohol is nothing more than this.
There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Fan's mouth.
He then glanced at the other reformers who were indulging themselves on the dance floor.
"Ordinary people use alcohol to numb themselves, while strong people use alcohol to face themselves."
This is a widely circulated saying within the Death Angel.
"So indifference is the real me?
Why is there a power of anger in my heart, but I don't know why it arises?"
Fan clenched his fist tightly.
"Is it because of Tongtong?"
"No, it's not just."
Fan quickly rejected this idea.
So many things had happened recently that it was difficult for him to sort out his thoughts, and more importantly, he had almost no way to change the outcome of anything.
He originally thought that he had broken through the shackles of the past, but now he realized that this was just a ridiculous joke in the face of reality.
Three feet of ice does not last in a day, and being closed to oneself for a long time has made Fan almost lose himself.
"I want to live and get better."
This was the determination that Fan had made.
"I'm still alive, but why do I feel so painful?"
Fan clenched his fists tightly and buried his head in his arms.
The past scenes stabbed into his heart like a knife.
Killing can indeed solve some problems, but it can also create more problems.
This is an endless cycle.
People who are ruthless and indifferent can naturally get rid of the shackles of morality and inner condemnation, but Brahman cannot, and is increasingly unable to do so.
"Why am I living?"
Fan asked himself this over and over again.
There was always an unbridgeable abyss between the organization and himself.
If he made a wrong step, he might never be able to look back in his life.
Fan did not refuse to kill, but he was disgusted with unnecessary killing.
He had also carried out clearing missions in the past, but the refugees who needed to be cleared were really creating confusion, and he did not feel such a strong sense of guilt when he killed.
He had also killed countless people in the survival trial, but at that time he was just trying to survive.
If he didn't kill someone, someone would kill him.
This was killing done in order to survive, and he had to do it.
But this time, what was the reason for completely eradicating all the creatures in the valley?
Fan couldn't figure it out.
A group of refugees without even the most basic gunpowder weapons, and living in an area outside the jurisdiction of the Angel of Death.
Just because of the forced presence of a group of reformers from the empire, this group of people was ordered to be eliminated by the Angel of Death.
This is pure killing, killing without any reason, and the funny thing is that Van has no right to refuse such killing.
As long as he is the Angel of Death, he will definitely face such tasks again and again.
"So this is my anger that I want to change but am unable to change" Van asked himself.
"Only strength can break the siege.
Only strength can make oneself qualified to change.
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Only strength can stay away from the shackles of the central organization, go to the wilderness and pursue freedom.
This was also my dream."
Fan thought in a hazy way, alcohol The power finally began to work, and a crystal light flashed in his hazy eyes.
"Freedom, I remembered, it turns out there is something called freedom, the freedom that pure human beings talk about every day.
Oh, how many things have I lost along the way."
Fan laughed at himself.
Van's eyes had begun to blur, and freedom became the only thing in his mind.
At this moment, there seemed to be a soaring force pushing him forward.
This seemed to be the feeling of freedom.
"But why is it so noisy?"
Fan felt that he was surrounded by chaotic noises, loud music and crazy crowds.
He stood up unsteadily, only to realize that he was surrounded by the mocking faces of other modified people.
Only then did he realize that he had walked from the bar to the dance floor without realizing it.
"Haha, another drunk idiot" Fan casually arranged the clothes on his body, and on the white chest of the clothes, a big footprint completely ruined the beauty of the clothes.
"This drunkard doesn't seem to understand what happened until now, haha."
The harsh laughter made Fan instinctively bored.
"Shut up."
Fan Qing covered his forehead and said a little drunkenly.
"Why did he shut us up?"
"Haha, who does he think he is, a high-level transformer or an elite in the core sequence?"
"This is a hapless drunkard.
Which elite would drink to become as virtuous as he is."
"Although he is an alcoholic, his appearance is very good."
A female human teased.
"Shut up."
Fan couldn't help but increase his tone, and the alcohol began to make him feel hot.
"Who do you think you dare to tell me to shut up?"
A Cyborg warrior approached Vatican with a ferocious smile, wanting to teach him a lesson.
The huge "plop" sound even drowned out the loud music, and everyone who was standing on the dance floor and twisting wildly felt the vibration under their feet.
"Shut the hell up," Fan roared, completely drowning out the confusing and deafening music on the dance floor.
Fan sat down heavily.
Under him was a Cyborg warrior who was completely unconscious.
At this moment, except for the loud music, the bar was completely silent.
Then, the music stopped suddenly, because the body of another unlucky modified human almost hit the intoxicated human DJ who was wearing headphones and playing DJ crazily with a perfect curve, and then the person in charge of mixing the music next to him I was so scared that I immediately turned off the music.
In the center of the bar, all the focus was on Fan at this moment.
"I tell you to shut up.
Anyone who dares to speak will fall down like him."
Fan said in a drunken tone, and then pointed at the unconscious reformer under him.
"Whoever moved the hand just now, come out on your own."
Fan looked drunk, waving his fingers unconsciously.
Now he has obviously begun to realize what just happened to him.
No one would question the power of these unconscious hands.
The actions of the two unlucky men just now proved this.
As if he was dissatisfied with no one answering his words, Fan raised his tone again, "Who the hell could do that?"
This time it was almost a roar.
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But silence 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 look of horror flashed through the eyes of this reformer.
The drunkard's movements seemed slow, but in fact they were fast.
Moreover, this seemingly random movement was actually impeccable.
No matter which angle he chose to resist, he could not follow. on the speed of his transformation.
The reformer couldn't help but swallowed.
The drunkard in front of him was probably a high-level reformer.
Feeling the increasing power of the other party, he didn't know how to answer for a moment.
But choosing silence at this time was obviously not a wise choice, so the unlucky reformer became the third unlucky person, but this time he flew towards the bar where Fan was originally sitting.
The flying body was stopped after it was halfway through the flight, and a muscular cybernetic man covering his upper body caught him.
"Then it's you."
Fan tilted his head and pointed at the reformer who suddenly stood up
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