The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

Yan Luo, is he a devil?

Fitz thought this way. Starting from his starting point, he sent someone to forcefully capture him here. This was indeed a domineering move.

But after he was caught here, he did not kill or harm. Instead, he arranged extremely high treatment for himself, including luxurious food and accommodation, and his salary was getting higher and higher.

This is far better treatment than in SHIELD, because sometimes you have to eat fast food like sandwiches and burgers in SHIELD.

Not only that, even after Simmons committed a fatal offense, Yan Luo's punishment was only fifteen laps, and no penalty was used.

Fitz thought, judging from this, Yan Luo seemed to have nothing to do with the devil.

"No, he's definitely not," Fitz said.

"What are you talking about?" Simmons asked.

"No."

Fitz unconsciously said what he was thinking. He stared at the blood-stained floor and fell into thinking again.

Yan Luo is definitely not a demon, but is Simmons? This girl I have always loved, is she?

Maybe she was just forced by the environment?

However, our life is obviously not that bad, why does she pursue it like this? Is it freedom? Desire for freedom?

But everyone is born without freedom, me too, her too, always has been, even Yan Luo.

So does the President of the United States.

Some freedoms are only superficial, and responsibilities and limitations are always there.

Fitz knew that many people who seemed extremely free had a shackles on their hearts.

Human beings, and indeed any living thing, are restricted. There may be freedom, but it is always limited.

"Why pursue it?" Fitz murmured.

"What?" Simmons asked.

For that little bit of limited freedom, I killed two bright red human lives and wiped out two beating hearts. What kind of selfish behavior is this?

Fitz's eyes were filled with sadness, and he didn't understand why he did what he did.

Is it just because I love this devilish girl so much?

"Nothing." Fitz whispered.

"I'm almost done resting."

Simmons stood up and started the chainsaw again.

The blood was mixed with the minced flesh, and it was not easy to completely saw a person into pieces. It took Simmons a long time, and she had to rest every time she performed it. She repeated this process, and finally completed the task in an hour and a half.

Then, she lifted up the sheet, wrapped the minced flesh, packed it up, and then began to clean up the remaining blood stains on the floor.

After all this was done, half an hour had passed.

"Fitz, we are almost successful." Simmons panted slightly, with excitement in his words.

"Uh, yeah." Fitz said.

"Falcon Ryu already has his sword, just use it."

Simmons said, and used all his strength to insert the sword into the wall. The wall was harder than steel, but it was completely penetrated by this insertion.

Fitz looked at the half of the hilt of the sword exposed outside the wall, and thought that this sword was indeed worthy of being called a killing sword. What could possibly resist such a sword?

Yan Luo will definitely be penetrated by this sword.

"Yeah," Fitz agreed again.

"So." Simmons pulled out the sword, "This is all left to you, Fitz. Only you can complete it, build the S-type armor."

Fitz said nothing, just looked at the sword in Simmons' hand.

"Please!" Simmons said.

Fitz's eyes flashed with sadness. He knew his strength and knew that he had the technology to create a suit that could make people unconsciously seduce him. However,

Should it be made? Just for that, for that illusory freedom.

"Fitz!" Simmons emphasized.

Fitz looked at Simmons, met Simmons' eyes, and finally nodded.

"Fitz, why are you a little absent-minded?" Simmons asked, "It's just killing someone. There are people killing and dying all the time in this world."

Fitz nodded slowly.