Myth Invasion: I Kill the Gods on Earth

Mike was still silently sad because of Mr. Carnegie's sacrifice, and his heart was in a mess.

suddenly.

"Mike." The old man's voice came from the intercom.

Only then did Mike come back to his senses and said quickly: "Ah, here I am."

"Mike, don't worry about this." The old man sighed: "To be honest, I didn't expect it either."

"We are one body in the Jishi Association, and our interests are common."

"Our families should be united for the common good."

"But...even I can't understand why the Carnegie family would do this! Why would they betray us and fund those thugs who call themselves Rat Men!"

"But since something has happened, there must be a response. You can't get into trouble."

Mike nodded and said respectfully: "Father said so."

The old man's tone was a little tired: "Okay, since this guy told the truth, you should deal with him."

"This guy's five subordinates don't need to be punished. Just interrogate them casually. As long as they confirm that Mr. Carnegie is funding them, those of his subordinates will also be executed directly."

Mike looked at Jodi, who was tortured by him, and nodded slightly.

At least the remaining five can leave happily without having to suffer so much.

Originally, what the old man meant was that all five of them would be sentenced to death at the same time, creating a prisoner's dilemma.

But Mike insisted on interrogating Jodi, the leader, first, saying that this leader had the most interrogation value, and the remaining five men may not know the person behind it. So I interrogate Jody first.

Because among the six people who may have rebelled, Mike still trusted Jody, the vice president of the Rat Man Organization, and at the same time, he could prevent the other five who could not bear the torture from confessing Mike first.

Mike walked towards Jodi with a complicated expression.

There was a hint of relief in Jodi's single eye, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he had no regrets anymore, or that he was rushing to reunite with his parents and wife, or that he didn't have to suffer the pain that the remaining five comrades had to endure. And feel happy.

Mike sighed: "Paul."

Paul walked aside and pressed his finger on a button, which was the button for the life support system.

In Jody's current state, there is no need to kill him. He is now living in pain every minute on life support equipment.

Just press this button and you will die.

Mike looked at Jody and whispered, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Child, child, my Lyle..." Jody said weakly, with the only reluctance in his eyes.

Mike nodded: "Don't worry, I promised. Now that you have told the truth and identified Mr. Carnegie, I will let your child live."

Jodi forced a smile, looked at Mike with extremely hopeful eyes, nodded slightly, and then looked at Paul with encouraging eyes.

Now, for him, every second of his life is painful.

Only death is liberation.

"Paul." Mike closed his eyes.

"Click."

Paul slowly pressed the button. As the delivery of oxygen and plasma stopped, in just two seconds, Jodi's pupils slowly expanded, and his bloody body gradually became stiff.

Mike looked at Jodi's child: "Paul, let go of this kid."

Paul released Jodi's child from the operating bed. The little boy stood up blankly, looked at the bodies of his mother and grandparents on the ground, and then rushed towards Jodi's bloody and mutilated body.

"Dad, dad... wake up!"

The little boy gently shook Jodi's shoulders - his arms had been cut during the interrogation. The little boy didn't care that he was covered in his father's blood. His young face was stained with blood, and he cried and begged his father to look at him.

"Let's go, Paul, tell the people to send this kid to the welfare station. Let's go and briefly interrogate those five Jodi's men." Mike said.

But before Mike could go out, he heard the old man's voice coming from the intercom.

"Mike, you're not done yet."

"Ah?" Mike was stunned: "Mr. Carnegie has been interrogated, and the thug is dead. What else can happen?"

The old man whispered: "Kill that child."

There was no emotion at all, and he was as calm as if he was talking about what to eat tonight.

Mike swallowed and said quickly: "Father, I just promised that thug..."

The old man laughed, as if he had heard a joke: "Promised to that thug? Mike, do you want to listen to what you are saying? Haha, thug... That was just an interrogation method, just to lie to him, to give him some hope. Let him explain quickly."

Mike's voice became dry: "But, he is just a child..."

"He is the child of a thug." The old man said calmly: "You killed his father, and he hated you to death."

"To us, he is useless. He is destined not to be used by us and has no value."

"It may even cause losses to our interests in the future."

"Kill him. For our own good."

Mike froze in place, turned around and looked at the child crying on his father's broken body, his breathing gradually becoming heavier.

A chill rose from his heels, crawled up through every pore, and reached the top of his head.

As if falling into the sea, the cold water gradually submerged Mike. Mike felt like he couldn't breathe in his chest. He opened his mouth wide to breathe, but he couldn't stop the suffocation feeling.

"Kill him!" the old man urged impatiently: "Then casually interrogate those five thugs, and come over for a meeting. We will discuss how to clean up the Carnegie Foundation and who should succeed the Carnegie Foundation."

"General Mike," Paul noticed something strange about Mike, slowly pulled out the pistol from his waist, and said with red eyes, "How about you go out first... leave the rest to me."

Mike shook his head: "No, no need."

Some sins must be borne by oneself.

He stretched out his trembling hands and tried to grab the pistol in Paul's hand. This was the first time he used these trembling hands.

The pistol fell to the ground twice, but fortunately the safety was not turned on.

Mac finally tremblingly grabbed the pistol.

The other hand trembled to open the safety.

"Click."

Bullets loaded.

Mike slowly walked towards the boy who was crying with his back turned.

The boy was unaware of all this. He cried and said to the broken body over and over: "Dad, dad, don't die."

"Dad, little Lyle is here."

"Dad, please don't die. If you die, little Lyle will have no parents anymore...little Lyle will no longer have a family."

"My grandparents are dead, my mother is dead, and grandma and grandpa gave us the ticket money in order to keep us alive...Dad, you are not allowed to die..."

suddenly.

A voice rang in the little boy's ears.

"Little Lyle."

The crying little boy was subconsciously surprised, wiping his tears and said: "Dad, Dad, I knew you were not dead. Little Lyle is here..."

But the next moment, the little boy stopped talking.

That wasn't Dad's voice.

"Little Lyle, look up."

Little Lyle raised his head, and through his blurred tearful eyes, he saw the dark muzzle pointing at him, and the big shot who cut up his father, killed his mother, and killed his grandparents!

"Look at me." The big man stared at him with red eyes, his voice trembled, and he said word by word: "See clearly who killed your parents and who killed your grandparents."

"Remember what I look like."

"I don't want this either, little Lyle, I'm sorry...if there is an afterlife, remember to come to me for revenge!"

The little boy looked straight at the big man who had cut his father into pieces and killed his mother and grandparents. Perhaps because of anger or pain, he who usually did not dare to look at such a big man stared at him. His eyes widened and he stared at the big man.

His expression was twisted with pain, and his eyes were red with hatred.

The anger burned in his chest, like a suppressed volcano about to erupt.

Mike looked at Little Lyle's eyes of hatred and pain, and tremblingly wanted to pull the trigger, but he still couldn't.

This look is so similar to that of Little John back then.

It's just that the person who Little John stared at so much and caused Little John's mother to die in pain was the fat man who was the former Prime Minister.

But now, the fat man was beaten to death by himself and Little John, but he was the one holding the gun...

suddenly.

Perhaps it was because of Little Lyle's previous call, perhaps because of his strong will to survive, or perhaps because of his father's instinct. In short, the broken, already motionless body suddenly twitched, and the remaining eyes regained some consciousness. He stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

The man who promised to protect his child just now is pointing a gun at his child!

"Mai, Mike..." he whispered, his remaining eyes full of pleading: "Please, please, don't kill... Lyle..."

Mike was stunned.

"Dad!" Little Lyle quickly touched his father's face, feeling the last warmth, and sobbed: "Dad, don't leave little Lyle..."

The broken body said in a blurry voice: "Lyle, live on and take revenge... Look, see clearly, your real enemy, the person who killed us, is not Mai..."

The words stopped abruptly mid-sentence.

"Dad," little Lyle opened his eyes blankly, "Dad, you, continue talking."

"Don't go, Dad."

"If you leave, little Lyle will have nothing..."

The remaining warmth on my fingertips turned cold.

Little Lyle stared blankly at the broken body. He looked down at his father's frozen but unwilling eyes, his face filled with immense pain, and the fear and pleading on his mother's and grandparents' faces.

At this moment, he had nothing.

The home I once had was gone. Although it was in a low-end residential area and I didn't have enough to eat, my happy home was gone.

His father's dying words echoed in his ears.

"Lyle, live on and take revenge... Look, see clearly, your real enemy, the person who killed us, is not Mai..."

"Lyle, live and take revenge..."

"Look, see your real enemy, the one who killed us..."

"Look, see clearly..."

Little Lyle raised his head and looked at the man in front of him who was pointing a gun at him.

It was him who killed his mother and his grandparents in front of his eyes!

It was him who cut his father into pieces, cut off his father's eyes, cut off his father's limbs, and cut off his father's ears, nose, and teeth.

The blood on the ground surged in front of little Lyle's sight. It was his parents' blood, his grandparents' blood, his father's intestines and pieces of meat, his father's blood vessels and limbs!

And this was all done by the big shot in front of me!

General Mike!

This General Mike, who he once admired, proposed a great shelter plan, praised even his parents, and considered the people at the bottom, personally killed his parents, grandparents, and even cut his father alive!

"Lyle, live and take revenge..."

"Look, see clearly...see clearly!!!"

"See clearly!!!"

Jody's last words were like a match.

It ignited the dynamite buried deep in little Lyle's heart, and ignited the surging, suppressed volcano in his chest that was about to explode!

And the other side.

Hearing Jody's last plea as he struggled to speak, and the pleading look in his only remaining eye.

Mike, who was trembling and holding the pistol, still couldn't pull the trigger. Finally, he sighed and said to the little boy: "I won't kill you. Remember, your father is not a thug, he is a great... …”

Mike was suddenly stunned.

Laughter suddenly sounded.

The little boy smiled.

That childish face was smiling with blood.

He raised his head and looked at the dark muzzle of the gun pointed at him, and at the man looking at him.

The pitch-black muzzle was like a dark eye looking at him.

Little Lyle said softly: "Let me see your appearance clearly."

"Father also let me see your appearance clearly."

"I'm looking at you just like my father looked at you before he was alive."

"Just like my mother and my grandparents looked at you before they were alive."

His voice no longer trembled, but was filled with murderous intent!

The boy's eyes turned blood red, and Jodi's broken body suddenly began to shake violently. The only remaining eye suddenly opened wide, staring at Mike!

On the ground, the corpses of the grandparents and mother also shook violently, and the six dull eyes slowly opened wide, all staring at Mike!

"boom!"

A strong breath suddenly burst out from all over the little boy's body, and at the same time, Jodi's pleading eyes floated out of his eye sockets,

He was suspended behind the little boy, looking at Mike and his child's back!

As if he felt Little Lyle's murderous intention, those eyes no longer prayed for relief.

There is only a strong murderous intention!

The eyes of the grandparents and mother also burst out of their sockets at this moment, and they were also floating behind the little boy!

Seven eyes, staring at Mike, all with murderous intent!

No.

Including the little boy's eyes, that's nine eyes!

"I can see it clearly."

The little boy stood up slowly, the light of divine power spread from his body, and two large characters ten meters high slowly appeared behind him.

"Insight".

God of insight.

The God of Insight who can see everything clearly and discern the truth.

"I've never seen it so clearly."

"My true enemy, the one who killed all my loved ones."

"The hypocritical Mike that my parents used to rave about."

Little Lyle stretched out a hand and crushed the trembling pistol into pieces.