My host is cold and scumbag

Father Mu did not accept Yuan He's statement. He even refuted righteously: "No matter how powerful the outside world is, war, famine, natural disasters, man-made disasters, mankind has experienced so many years of suffering, can it be easily defeated? I understand that you want to vent your anger, but I have lived for such a long time, am I not suffering retribution now?"

"The Hope Safe Zone was just a sheet metal factory. At the beginning, there were only more than 2,000 people. The weather and food were in short supply, and people were dying every day. I have done this, don't you think I can get a little forgiveness in your eyes? I am really sorry for your father. I am also sorry for the people of your Yuan family, but I have done what I should do. After your father died, your mother cried all day and her health was not good. I took her away out of selfishness. I wanted to support you and Aunt Yuan, but Aunt Yuan didn't want to. Your mother suffered too much. You can't put all the sins on me just because your mother gave up the Yuan family for me."

"Shut up!" Yuan He interrupted in a low voice. Father Mu was old, and now he could say anything to survive. Yuan He showed disgust on his face: "How disgusting."

Father Mu was stunned. He wanted to live, but he was too anxious. He was eager to get Yuan He's forgiveness, just because the bright future of mankind was just around the corner. He knew Yuan He was in the safe zone for so many years, but because of the relationship between him and the Yuan family, he didn't pay attention to Yuan He. For so many years, he worked diligently and conscientiously to manage this huge safe zone. The worldly experience and experience he had before the end of the world made him directly the leader in the safe zone. Isn't this fate?

If Father Mu himself was a soft-hearted, unarmed, and well-behaved person, would this safe zone still be the same as it is now?

Maybe, but fate is so clever. When human lives can only be counted by numbers, he cannot guarantee whether he will be the next one or his son will be the next one. If he sits and waits in line to be taken away by the god of death one by one, is it wrong for him to wake up suddenly?

Buddhism says, "The sea of ​​suffering is endless, so turn back and you will find the shore." Put down the butcher knife and you will become a Buddha.

The end of the world has come. He thought that his youthful recklessness in the first half of his life had paved the way for everything he has now. Now that it has come to this, how could he be willing to be destroyed by Yuan He? Could it be that people like him who have reached this position have clean hands and feet?

So did Father Mu really know that he was wrong? Perhaps he did, but he was standing in too high a position, with people dying right under his nose. Could he be wiped out with one blow after trying so hard to save the situation for the survival of mankind?

As he thought so, he looked at Yuan He again and felt that Yuan He was a selfish child who did not know how to be grateful and did not understand the hardships of the world.

He shouted, "There are 100,000 people in the Hope Safety Center, more than 10,000 people with special abilities, only 30,000 young and strong people, and most of the rest are old and young. Only 3,000 children were born this year. Their life and death cannot be summarized in one sentence from you. Let's settle our personal grudges today. You can kill me, but I must take the things away."

Yuan He laughed sarcastically when he heard this.

What's going on? Why is the world like this? How can a hypocritical villain suddenly become great after turning good? He laughed so hard that tears came out.

Zhao Xinyun stood up and walked a few steps casually. His legs felt a little numb from supporting him.

Yuan He turned to look at her: "Do you think he is right?"

Zhao Xinyun sighed heavily and said helplessly: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? You are the gun."

The system slapped me on the forehead.

He couldn't expect Zhao Xinyun to say anything good.

Yuan He's hand trembled. Zhao Xinyu walked closer, went around behind him, raised his hand, and pointed the gun at Mu's father. She pressed Yuan He's fingers, and Mu's father took a few steps back in fear.

Zhao Xinyun looked at Father Mu and said softly, "Don't forget what you said."

Father Mu's body suddenly froze, and before he could think, a gunshot rang out, and a flower exploded on his left shoulder.

"Yuan He, do you feel guilty too?" Zhao Xinyun whispered in Yuan He's ear: "You have been in the security station for so many years. Do you believe the words you convinced yourself with?"

Yuan He's face turned pale and he didn't react.

As soon as he finished speaking, another shot was fired, and another flower exploded on Mu's father's right shoulder. Mu's father endured it and said nothing.

Zhao Xinyun smiled happily, and Yuan He's body trembled in his arms.

The sigh lingered in Yuan He's ears, and the woman continued: "I heard from Mu Qiuyu that Father Mu wanted your whole hand back then, how come only two fingers were broken? Did he go to save you?"

Zhao Xinyun moved the gun and pointed it at Father Mu's knees. He continued in a cold voice, "Just for this little bit of friendship, you let him go. Shouldn't he be the easiest person to kill?"

A gunshot hit Father Mu's knee again without hesitation. Father Mu finally couldn't help but scream.

Yuan He struggled suddenly with red eyes, but Zhao Xinyun suddenly spoke up: "Just like you said, if we turn them all into zombies, and become what you call new humans, and humans evolve autonomously, and the world is overturned and reorganized, shouldn't it be a good thing? If you hate them so much, shouldn't you let them wait to die in the safe zone, and let them become food for the zombies, and make their lives worse than death. Let this disaster last for another year, two years, or even more than ten years. Watching them being wiped out by the world bit by bit, you can endure it so much, and just watch, aren't you happy?"

The system was already screaming, but Zhao Xinyun ignored it.

"What about 100,000 people? Is that a lot of people?" Zhao Xinyun asked sincerely, "That zombie gorilla, one punch and one nest."

Regardless of Yuan He's reaction, the woman grabbed Yuan He and smashed the last kneecap of Mu's father again. She smiled and looked at Mu's father lying on the ground wailing like a dead dog, which was a bit like Mu Qiuyu.

She sighed dejectedly, then slowly moved the gun to Mu's father's chest.

"The last shot." Zhao Xinyun smiled, let go of Yuan He's hand, and took a few steps back.

"What's the use of data? You have such a good memory, you should remember a lot of things." After Zhao Xinyun finished speaking, Yuan He turned around abruptly and pointed the gun at Zhao Xinyun. He trembled and shouted: "Do you think you know me well?!"

How can I not understand you? Zhao Xinyu has seen everything about you.

If Yuanhe really wanted to destroy everything, and you walked out of the laboratory and saw the devastated world, why would you save the child and the old man who were almost bitten?

If Yuanhe wants to use "no turning back" to explain what he has done.

It would be better to do it for your former self to see.

The self who was stuck in the mud, reaching out for help but no one came to rescue.

The world had left him covered with scars, and he knelt down to beg for his forgiveness.

Yuan He shed tears, his face grim: "You don't understand at all, you don't understand anything!!!"

He cried and laughed loudly, his arms shaking so much that he could hardly hold the gun, but when he looked up at Zhao Xinyu, he slowly steadied the gun and took a few steps towards Zhao Xinyu.

He smiled sadly, his face pale: "Actually, you are right."

"I should have left them to fend for themselves."