Comic: Becoming a Phantom Thief to Steal Hearts

Lucas looked at the small ball of light in his hand. The light gradually dissipated and turned into something similar to a crystal ball.

If there were any Ham fans here, they would definitely shout for the memory ball, but none of the people standing here had any childhood, so naturally they wouldn't give any reaction.

Lucas stared at the silver objects floating in the crystal ball, as if he saw some pictures in it.

"This is...memory?"

"This is most likely Wilson's memory." Hope came over, "Want to take a look?"

The wonderful feel of the crystal ball made Lucas tighten his palms slightly. It was unexpectedly soft and could break with a pinch.

The silver floc dispersed, and a bleak picture appeared in front of them.

Against the dim background, a ferocious-looking man was hitting the soft woman beneath him with the back of a chair. The woman was wailing but did not dare to make any resistance.

At the door, a fat young man was watching the scene gloomily, but the young man's hateful eyes soon attracted the man's attention. The man grabbed the young man's ears and forced him to the ground.

The man smelled of alcohol, his nose was red, and he said with a big tongue: "You...what...what...that look of yours? It's...against you!"

The dull sound of a blunt instrument hitting the flesh echoed in the room. The boy protected the woman under his body, his body trembling slightly because of the pain, but his unruly eyes did not change from beginning to end. Instead, they became more fierce and full of hostility.

Finally, the young man couldn't bear it anymore. He raised his hand and grasped the broken chair. The wooden thorns dug deeply into his palm, and blood flowed down drop by drop. However, the young man did not show any timidity or weakness, but held it with his backhand. He grabbed the chair leg and swung it hard on the head of the shocked man.

One, two, three...

When the panting boy stopped what he was doing, he stared blankly at the lifeless man, and the chair legs stained with blood in his hands fell to the ground.

He subconsciously looked back at the woman, but what he saw was the woman's frightened eyes, as if she were looking at a monster.

"This is...Wilson's past..." Hope said in surprise, "I didn't expect it to be like this."

Mindy's eyes moved slightly, "It's...not that surprising."

"Hateful people must be pitiful." Lucas lowered his eyes, "But not everyone with a miserable childhood will become like him."

"But, I still feel that he hasn't done anything wrong in this matter..." Mindy said hesitantly.

If the same thing happened to her, she would probably choose to explode.

Lucas looked at her, "Let's discuss the matter. The reason why we came to repent of Wilson is not because of this incident, let alone..."

When the young Wilson faced the woman's screams and fear, he showed a helpless expression. He seemed not to understand and seemed to have been betrayed.

"The best punishment was handed down at that moment."

Wilson Building.

Wilson, who was browsing the files, suddenly stopped. He thought of his past and what happened when he was a child for a long time.

Back then, the street wasn't called Hell's Kitchen, but it made no difference to Wilson.

His father was a gangster at the bottom of a small gang. He accomplished nothing but had many problems. He indulged in food, drink, prostitution and gambling. His mother was cowardly and submissive.

Wilson's father liked to do domestic violence when he drank, but his mother never resisted, but endured silently, but Wilson gradually developed a rebellious streak in the beatings day after day.

He also joined the gang where his father belonged, and watched coldly as his father, who was arrogant at home, was submissive in front of others in the gang.

Only the strong can control everything, while the weak can only be bullied. This is something Wilson has understood since he was a child.

And as he gradually stood out in the gang, the funniest thing happened. During the day, when he was in the gang, his father had to maintain a pleasing and obedient attitude on the surface. At night, he acted like the boss of the family, and in his own It was almost like a clown to vent this resentment on the woman and Wilson.

Wilson, who was gradually becoming stronger, naturally found it more and more difficult to bear this humiliation. When his father was drunk and started to hit someone, Wilson fought back.

But after venting his anger, Wilson found that there was only a cold corpse in front of him. He turned back to look at his cowardly mother, with the expected fear and screams.

For a moment, Wilson just felt bored. He left home without looking back and never came back.

Wilson covered his head, why did he suddenly think of this past event? He had also thought about what it would be like to be in a happy family, but he couldn't imagine it. The person he was so far was formed by a series of tragedies, so he couldn't imagine it.

Precisely because he understood the impact of a miserable native family on his children, Wilson tried to give his children a happy family. Originally, everything went smoothly, but unfortunately...

Wilson's stretched cheek flesh trembled slightly, but soon calmed down.

"Am I getting old? I'm actually starting to recall the past."

After removing the control console in the center of the signal tower, the shadows seemed to have lost their target and began to wander around in a daze. Even if Lucas and others walked past them, there was no reaction.

"Let's make peace with Peter and the others," Lucas said.

"Hey, we're faster than them." Mindy smiled proudly and jumped into the helicopter that Hope had turned into.

When the helicopter lifted off, several people were surprised to find that the high wall between Peter's area and theirs had disappeared.

"The wall disappeared..." Mindy lay on the glass window and looked at the scene below.

"It seems that everything is going well on Peter's side," Lucas said.

While flying the plane, he carefully observed the situation below, and finally found Peter swinging between the floors, and Gwen held in his arms.

Lucas lowered the helicopter. After Peter heard the sound, he looked up and found Hope. He stayed on the roof and waited for Lucas to land.

As soon as the plane landed, Peter couldn't help but jump on it and said anxiously: "Quick, quick, quick, treat Gwen quickly."

Gwen said helplessly: "I'm actually fine, it's not that serious."

Although Gwen's voice was a little weak, she was still very energetic in general. Her arm was covered with a thin layer of ice to stop the bleeding from the wound on her arm.

Although it is a bit crude, it is more effective.

Lucas summoned a flame-attributed persona to defrost Gwen, and then switched to a persona that was good at healing. Soon Gwen's arm was no different from before, it was so good and transparent.

"We met Wilson, so everything should go well with you, right?" Peter said.

"Unfortunately, we also met Wilson." Mindy shrugged, "Thanks to Hope this time, otherwise we would be in trouble."

"Huh? Our two sides should be fighting at the same time. Could it be that Wilson will be separated?" Peter opened his eyes wide.

"That's right." Lucas said, "Wilson does have clones, and what we are dealing with is just his clone. I'm afraid the real him is waiting for us in the tower in the lake."

Wilson's shadow is like a dragon guarding the treasure. He personally guards the treasure, which means that they have no shortcuts or cleverness. This is a tough battle, a tough battle that tests their frontal combat effectiveness.

"By the way, we took down that bastard's two strongholds, so he should have some reaction." Mindy curled her lips, very happy to cause some trouble for Wilson.

"You can go and see the condition of the tower in the lake." Lucas agreed. He also wanted to see what impact the damage to the signal tower would have on that tower.

They followed the route they took to the tower the first time and saw the tower again.

"The light on the tower went out for two floors..."

The laser cannons that were always on in the two floors also lost their light. It seemed that they had lost their energy and therefore stopped functioning.

"I see, it shouldn't be called a signal tower. It would be more vivid to call it an energy tower."

The four energy towers located in the city provide energy for the tower in the lake. If the four energy towers can be destroyed, the tower in the lake will lose its original defense capabilities, and the Phantom Thieves can successfully go to the tower and steal Wilson's secret treasure.

But now, two of the four energy towers have been removed, and they are getting closer to the secret treasure.

"How? Do you want to go back and rest first, or continue to pursue the victory?" Lucas looked at his companions.

Mindy: "I'm fine."

Peter: "It's just a warm-up."

Gwen: "I can do that."

Hope: "Of course that's no problem."

Lucas raised his lips and said, "In that case, let's take down all four signal towers today."

I don't know why he feels less and less tired in the other world, and he doesn't feel imprisoned in reality at all, so even after a fight with Wilson, he is still in high spirits.

Now that it is known that Wilson has a clone in each energy tower, there is no need to act separately. Everyone decided to defeat them one by one.

The clones of Wilson who faced the five Phantom Thieves at the same time were clearly outmatched and were defeated one by one.

Lucas picked up the memory ball left behind when Wilson disappeared, "Do you want to watch it again this time?"

"What is this?" Peter asked curiously.

"I also dropped this thing when Peter and I defeated him together. I originally wanted to collect it, but Peter accidentally crushed it." Gwen said and couldn't help but cue it. Peter.

"I didn't know this thing was so fragile..." Peter blinked innocently. It was quite interesting to see this thing. He just pinched it lightly, but unexpectedly it was pinched away.

"So, what did you see?" Lucas asked curiously.

"It's nothing. It's just that young Wilson met a very beautiful older sister. They went to eat on the rooftop of the tallest building in the world, traveled around the world, proposed and got married, and had a child. That's probably what happened." Gwen To put it roughly, in short, it was just a mouthful of dog food.

"Supposedly this is the memory between Wilson and his young dead wife."

"Can such a bastard have a wife?" Mindy curled her lips.

"At least judging from his memory, he still loved that lady very much." Gwen said, "I'm also very curious as to why Wilson became like this."

"Then let's take a look." Lucas exerted a little force on his hand, and the memory ball exploded again. This time the picture that appeared was black and white.

Wilson expressionlessly held a boy lying in a pool of blood. The boy had already lost his breath and was motionless.

Although Wilson seemed calm, he silently held the funeral for his son and stayed with his heartbroken wife, as silent as a volcano about to erupt.

"What a terrible feeling." Mindy rubbed her arm, "This guy is definitely going back with revenge."

Facts have proved that Mindy was not wrong. Wilson resumed his career as a gangster and used bloody means to retaliate against the gang that had targeted his son. No one from the two gangs survived, and the two made a decision. The gang boss who made the decision was Wilson himself, grinding his flesh with a dull knife and torturing him to death bit by bit.

"hiss……"

This bloody scene made several young people who had never seen the world take a breath.

"It's still very clever. If you sprinkle more salt on it, it will be even more torture." Mindy commented, but then she shook her head, "In this case, they will die too early."

"Wait!" Peter couldn't help but complain, "Mindy, do you know what you are talking about?"

"It's a method of torturing people." Mindy said openly, "What's so taboo about this? Only when you know the enemy's methods can you deal with them better. A method like Wilson's simply doesn't want them to Generally speaking, if I survive, I will know some commonly used torture methods in order to prepare for countermeasures."

"Forehead……"

Several people were speechless. Mindy was a bit too professional.

Seeing her companions speechless, Mindy couldn't help laughing, "But you don't have to learn this from me. How can ordinary people think of going into other people's inner worlds to make them repent? , Don’t worry, your methods are beyond anyone’s imagination.”

"Is there another memory you want to see?" Lucas asked silently.

"You've seen it all, so let's finish it." No one had any objections.

But this memory is different from the previous one, it is blood red.

"I have a bad feeling about this color," Gwen muttered.

When the picture came out, everyone was stunned, because it was Wilson strangling his wife's neck and watching her struggle to death bit by bit.

There are very few memories of this period. After Wilson watched his wife die, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Wilson Building. The remaining blood of the setting sun fell on his face, reflecting the infinite loneliness.