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In a short while, several more corpses with broken genitals appeared on the ground. The cruel scene made Stark's pupils shrink slightly.

Throwing the AK aside, Charlotte elegantly pointed both hands towards the exit of the cave and made a gesture of invitation.

"Then both of you~ accompany me on the road now~"

With no choice, Stark stepped forward without much hesitation, while Ethan followed reluctantly.

When Stark stepped out of the prison, it felt like he was stepping into hell.

Without the ventilation function in the prison, the strong stench of blood hit him in the face, mixed with more indescribable strange smells, making Stark, who had always thought that the situation couldn't be worse than that in prison, hold his breath.

This was the first time he walked out of this door in more than two months, and instead of feeling like he was reborn, his face became even paler.

The dim light above our heads flickered, and the ground was littered with the horrific bodies of terrorists piled up in all directions.

Bright red blood flowed like streams around his feet. Wherever he looked, fragile lives fell into the dust one after another.

Would a real battlefield look like this? Is this kind of war really right?

They are extremist terrorists! They kidnapped me! They made me suffer all this...

They wanted me to make weapons to bring pain to more innocent people.

So...what about the weapons I made earlier?

Can manufacturing weapons really bring about the imagined peace?

At this moment, looking at those pairs of eyes that were still open, what he saw were not cruel terrorists, but civilians on the battlefield, innocent children... more rotting corpses on the roadside, and a war without winners.

No one is born to be consumable.

Stark began to feel fear. He felt fear for the truckloads of weapons he had sold in front of him, and fear for the brilliant ideas he had once thought of, which had turned into deadly weapons.

Noticing that Stark's face was pale, Ethan quickly stepped forward and supported him.

"I'm fine..." Stark pushed Ethan away with a stubborn look on his face, and couldn't help but cover the Ark reactor on his chest and retched twice, his eyes filled with despair and terror.

The horror in his eyes was no longer the bright red blood and broken limbs in front of him, but the once living human beings who were now piled up everywhere like plastic garbage.

The blood would always seep into the soil, quickly coagulate and turn brown, and the flesh would be devoured by microorganisms and insects.

All that was left were smelly bones covered in weaponry, crushed to pieces by a passing truck from Stark Weapons Industries.

At this moment, Stark, with a pale face, looked at Charlotte as if he had suddenly been enlightened.

Because he had truly experienced it, he finally realized that life is never a number without warmth, and Stark Industries' weapons should not become a lever for ambitious people to leverage capital.

The weapons industry has been a cruel game since World War II, and it is time for Stark Group to withdraw.

America no longer needs bloody oil...

What the world needs is not war, but truly... clean energy that is cheap enough to be available throughout the world!

As he walked forward with this thought in mind, the thoughtful expression on Stark's face gradually became strange.

He finally discovered the abnormality of these corpses, why each of them had blood on the crotch.

This spokesperson for the inner demon is definitely not a real devil, and all his moves are aimed at the lower body. If I were to make another armor, I would definitely strengthen the protection of the lower body.

Walking out of the cave, without the disgusting smell of blood, breathing the fresh air outside the cave, Stark's sickly pale face looked much better.

Looking at the dark clouds in the sky and the pitch-black darkness ahead, Stark couldn't help but look around and asked:

"So~Mr. Devil, where is our transportation now?"

“As Devil’s Advocate, I follow three rules!

First, don't call me chu...devil, you should call me (Wei) Vi! Second, it's absolutely devilishly fair and beautiful! Third, it's still damn fair!

As for the means of transportation you mentioned, the devil's footprints are all over the world, relying on this pair of fair and just legs. "

"A pair of legs...?!" Stark couldn't help but exclaimed with his eyes wide open, looking at Charlotte in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me? Do you know how cold the nights are here? Do you know how easy it is to get lost in such darkness?

We are only human! We can't walk far before we fall to the ground and die from hypothermia and exhaustion!

The environment here is too bad.

We need complete equipment and sufficient food supplies! And we also need guidance...

Otherwise, leaving like this is no different from committing suicide!"

As he spoke, Stark had already walked to the six corpses at the door and began to collect useful things for himself and Ethan without hesitation.

Death is indeed cruel, but what he needs now is to survive. Only by staying alive can he prevent more deaths.

"Going to die~ Isn't that just right~" Although there was only dim light in the cave, it was so dark that you could hardly see your hand in front of you.

But Charlotte's dark face still looked very clear, and he smiled maliciously:

"If you really die, then you, an arms dealer, will definitely go to hell. Isn't that just right for the devils in hell...

Get ready to start your journey~ Don't worry~ I won't let you die so easily...

You are my spoils of war, and I will not let any demon take away the fruits of my labor!"

Within 24 hours, Charlotte could only tell the truth, but the easiest lie to deceive people is... this kind of lie made up of complete truth.

Of course, Charlotte's eyes were also constantly trying to distinguish the truth from falsehood in the two people's words.