The trajectory of the world king in the United States

Generally speaking, powerful hallucinogens are made into pills or liquid form. The biggest problem with gas is that it is easy to volatilize in an open space and has poor utilization rate. However, some special hallucinogens are not excluded. The agent can stay in the air for a long time.

The gas ejected from the short man's wrist belongs to this special thing. After it is ejected, it almost surrounds Seber's breath and covers his body. After ejecting the gas, he quickly Lying on the floor, he seemed to be afraid of these things, afraid of getting even a little bit on them.

After Seb realized that he had been hit, he only did two things in less than a second. He kicked hard and hid on the short man's calf, then waved the pistol in his hand and hit it. on his head, and then the darkness in front of his eyes began to distort.

The wailing sound made by the short man was also distorted, like a ghost crying that suddenly appeared in the dark night, making people's scalp numb, and the dark corridor in front of them was also extended infinitely and distorted, and the front door was illuminated by the faint light of the street lamp. In Seb's eyes, the illuminated windows turned into jagged teeth, the teeth of a giant beast.

It was like a big bulging mouth, rushing towards Seb. He couldn't help but take a step back, and his breathing became rapid. It wasn't that he was afraid, but it was the effect of the gas.

It should have the effect of causing the respiratory system to spasm, and poor breathing will also project a signal of danger in the brain, causing a large amount of adrenaline hormones to be secreted, and the severely heightened senses will receive wrong signals and see in the eyes. Everything you see is distorted, and combined with your imagination, it creates a psychological and physical fear.

Seb is not afraid of ghosts and gods, but he cannot avoid physical stimulation, so everything he sees is distorted and his breathing becomes sweet, as if he is shrouded in a dark passage filled with blood and death. Among them, and more like being in the stomach of some wild beast.

What he smelled in his mouth was a moist and irritating fishy smell. This fishy smell made every cell of Cyber's body become active in order to face the coming danger.

“It’s an illusion of calmness”

Seb told himself that he kept shaking his head, trying to escape from that illusion. He held one hand on the wall, trying to balance his body, but when he turned his eyes to the wall, what he saw was There were painful faces, including Dad's, Robin's, Rachel's, Catherine's, and Gordon's faces. They were covered with blood. His palms seemed to be burned by flames. Shrank back.

But his body lost balance because of this. He staggered and stood on the spot with difficulty. He didn't dare to move anymore. He forced himself to take a big breath, but the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, almost reaching an overwhelming level. To the point where his whole body was shaking.

The dark ground also began to rotate, like a black shadow, crawling up his legs. The terrifying scene seemed to be supported by a real feeling.

He closed his eyes and tried to get rid of this omnipresent hallucination. When he couldn't let go, it seemed as if there were hundreds of voices ringing in his ears. That kind of low whisper was incomprehensible at all and could not be heard clearly, but those The combination of the sound and the rapidly distorting things in front of him completely messed up his heart.

Like a pool of muddy water, in the deepest part of the darkness, the broken memories resurfaced through this opportunity.

His eyes became confused.

The short man's wails had subsided. He climbed to the window with difficulty and stood up holding on to the wall. His left leg seemed to have been broken by Seber's fierce stomp just now, but in fact it was not that serious. But the skin was also pierced, and the smell of blood that Seber smelled came from the wound, and was captured by the amplified senses.

The short man wanted to escape, but being absorbed into the periphery of that organization meant he was not a good person. He took a deep breath and suppressed the pain. He looked back at Seber, who was standing there with his head lowered and his body shaking constantly. There was a flash of viciousness.

He reached out and pulled out a short knife from behind. It was longer than a dagger, and it looked very much like a special military spur. It was different from the cheap ones used by gang members. There were also some scattered words engraved on it, and it was sharpened on one side. On the other side is an equally sharp saw thorn. The black handle is wrapped with a red rope to prevent the palms from slipping due to sweat. Even the blade itself is black.

He held the short knife, supported the wall little by little, dragged his left leg that could no longer move normally, and walked towards Seber, with a sneer on his lips.

This gas is the latest top-level hallucinogen developed. The boss calls it "fear gas". Yes, in addition to inducing fear, this gas is also toxic. Excessive inhalation will cause poisoning, even if you can withstand the outbreak of fear. During that period of time, he would also die tragically due to poisoning.

Of course, the bit he just sprayed wasn't enough to poison Seb, but it was enough for him to enjoy the deadly fear.

They have done experiments. Even the most vicious villains will be knocked down by the fear that surges from the deepest part of their hearts after inhaling a trace amount of this gas. Some mentally fragile guys will even be frightened to death.

In his eyes, Seb is just a young man who is not strong. He cannot withstand this fear. All his ability to fight back has been taken away. Under the influence of that fear, he is dead.

The short man walked up to Seb. He could even hear Seb's heavy breathing, which meant that this guy was now immersed in that kind of volatile fear, but he could still maintain his standing. Tsk tsk, it looked like He's a ruthless character.

"But so what"

He licked his lips and raised the dagger, "Go to hell, you bastard"

"puff"

Blood splattered.

Seb felt like he had returned to that cold, pale and boring world, but not in a physical form. He was like a passerby, sitting in a special cinema, with all his past experiences shining in front of him.

It's like watching a silent film without sound, still black and white, cold, without a trace of warmth.

He saw himself at the beginning. His first memory probably started from a falling snow. He was curled up, dirty and thin, hiding in the corner of the world, no one cared about him. He thought he would freeze to death. Because at that time, the memory was really very cold.

But he didn't have that person in front of him. He couldn't remember his face clearly. He could only barely remember that he was wearing a military uniform and was thin, but his eyes were serious and energetic, with a kind of cold majesty. He stretched out his hand towards himself , did he respond or ran away?

It’s unclear, but the second scene jumps to a long time later. He has grown up. In a special classroom, there are children of the same size as him, but their eyes do not have the happiness and innocence that children should have. , what are they learning?

He forgot that Seb only remembered that they wore the same clothes, learned all kinds of things that children should not learn, and had strict tests. He would even look at those who were sent away because they failed the test with envy. The children who left, they all said those children were free.

what is freedom

Cyber's chaotic mind couldn't figure out this problem, and then the scene quickly jumped to a long time later. He was wearing a well-dressed black suit and seemed to be attending some banquet, but the environment around him was a bad warehouse. A man was tied to a chair with ropes and a sack of sackcloth over his head. He was struggling, but he could not speak.

He held a gun in his hand. It was probably the first time he used a gun to kill someone and take away a living soul. Seb didn't like that feeling at first. He still remembered that he didn't like that kind of life. The feeling of killing was very uncomfortable. He didn't even know the name of the guy in front of him, but that was his mission.

Yes, a name written on an envelope, he didn't care what crime he committed, whether he was a bad guy, he had to get rid of it, Seb even felt that his existence was no different from the gun in his hand, he would think , but they are required to think in terms of weapons, and completing the mission is always the first priority.

He watched as he walked up to the man, raised his arm, and pointed the gun at the man's head. Seb hoped he could have a moment to pause and think, but there was no bang, the gun rang out and the man fell.

He turned around and left without even taking a second look at the body lying on the ground. That was the first person he killed, a man or a woman.

Seb left the warehouse and walked into the darkness. He knew that part of his soul and existence would stay there forever. The next scene was people falling in front of him one after another, bullets, blades or... Poison, break-in, assassination or trap, every place, every experience, those memories that were messed up by traveling through time and space are gathered together.

His faint headache was also cured at this moment. All the threads were connected together, completely awakening Seber's spirit and soul. He was still the same person, but there was something heavier between the laughter. .

He even remembered his last exchange with the man who grew from young to old. The two of them were roaring at each other like wild beasts.

"That's enough of a task. It's just your job. Everyone has their own job. You can think of yourself as a cleaner or a gardener. There must always be someone who takes on the work in the dark that shouldn't be known. You You're doing a good thing by cutting out the scum."

"How can it be the same? It's a human life, not a mouse, not a bug. The blood on my hands can't be washed away. I'm even afraid of myself."

"Then adapt to being a person who carries the burden forward in the darkness, and adapt to a person who holds up the light for them in the darkness. No one knows your name, and no one knows everything you do, but that is right. , that’s right, you are a hero”

"I don't want to be a hero"

The roar in the darkness was indifferent at this moment. He felt that everything around him was enveloped and swallowed by endless darkness. It was a fear like the ocean. He used to be afraid too, not fear of death, but fear of himself.

How can a person who lives as a weapon be afraid of his opponent? How can he be afraid of the fate that the weapon will inevitably accept?

It would either be broken or abandoned. What Seber once feared was the latter. Being forgotten meant death, but what he expected was the former.

How can a will made of steel be defeated by mere fear?

"puff"

The pain, the pain of being stabbed into the body by a sharp blade, woke Seb out of his thoughts. He raised his head, and his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes and some kind of cruel killing intent stared at the frightened short man.

The blade did not pierce his heart or his chest, but was held in his hand. The pain, the searing pain and blood, spread out from his palm, and the heat appeared again in his hand. into his body, and this time, he probably finally adapted to everything, and remembered the forgotten past again. This time, the heat flow was activated by his desire to wake up from that torture.

The first time he actively activated me

Like a beast opening its eyes in the night, like the first cry of death

"Ahem, I have to thank you."

Seb whispered. The short man was petrified. He had never seen anyone who could take the initiative to escape from that kind of fear. Seb was the first one.

He was the first guy to conquer his fears.

"You reminded me of something I had forgotten, and as a thank you..."

Seber's right hand suddenly reached out and flicked the edge of the short man's arm. His palm went numb, and the short knife appeared in Seber's bloody left hand, dancing between his fingers like a butterfly through a flower. He pressed it several times, and then held it firmly, like a black light deeper than the darkness passing between the short man's neck.

"This death is for you."