Chapter 319 Facing Death

"Ah, I guess one of them is solved,"

Lu Jin did not use any extreme methods to kill Zelda. With the current characteristics of "Sin and Punishment", he only needed to browse the other party's sins and put an X on them, and the person would instantly go into shock, lose all mobility, and die until all the cells in their body collapsed.

In the process of wielding "punishment," he is equivalent to a movie monster who can achieve invincibility in dreams. For example, how the other party dies during the punishment process depends entirely on his own ideas, such as slow slicing, dismemberment by chariot, waterboarding, beheading, and so on.

Of course, Lu Jin wasn't a pervert, nor did he have the inclination to do the things that the salon's senior management liked to do.

After confirming that Zelda was completely out of breath, he walked out of the ruins. About five minutes later, Lu Jin found a fallen hood and sat down on it.

He opened the bottle, which was still more than half full, took a big gulp, then pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, knocked one out, put it in his mouth, and slowly lit it.

The smoke tastes strange.

Perhaps it was because the liquor was too strong, but in that instant, Lu Jin suddenly felt something invisible enveloping him.

His feeling was certainly correct.

Two seconds later, someone walked out from behind Lu Jin and handed him a newly lit cigarette, extending it towards him.

Lu Jin looked up and saw Mike Rong's indifferent face in the dim firelight.

"Take mine instead, it'll be easier to go after you've done that."

"Heh... thank you." To the stranger who suddenly appeared and spoke words of farewell, Lu Jin just chuckled, then took the cigarette and took a deep drag.

“Your abilities already qualify you as a B-level operative, so why are you still a D04?” Mike Rong lit another cigarette for himself and said.

"You figured that out? You're pretty smart, bro." Lu Jin took a sip of his drink, not answering his question immediately, but instead using it as an opportunity to ask, "How come you, an unemployed guy, managed to appear by my side so quietly without being recruited by Eoubs?"

Upon hearing this, Mike Rong also laughed, but his laughter was filled with coldness and ruthlessness. He replied, "What do you think? Of course, I have my own secrets too."

“Okay, that’s awesome, bro.” Lu Jin shook his head and smiled again, but this time it was a bitter smile. “So you only came out now because you were confident enough to kill me, right?”

“That’s right,” Mike Rong replied. The reason he had the leisure to talk to Lu Jin more was because he had completely grasped Lu Jin’s weakness. He had been hiding in the shadows earlier only to buy time to analyze the situation. Even if something went wrong with Lu Jin’s characteristic, Katherine had already completely covered this area with her spacetime-freezing domain. Anyone who came here would be doomed.

"—Sorry, you're blocking our way."

"According to Eoubs' principles, the future of humanity requires sacrifice, doesn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Jin asked again, "Then which faction do you belong to?"

"You can decide who we belong to, after all, what happens after this... isn't something you care about too much." Mike looked up at the transport plane that had appeared in the sky, still not wanting to reveal too much to him.

However, Lu Jin quickly sifted through all the other operatives who had not appeared in the New York City area, and then came to the answer: "Ah, Hamilton from Europe, I understand."

"That's a really good technique."

He didn't say anything more about the matter, nor did he think about how to survive the current situation, because he knew that since he was already surrounded by two mental characteristics of a high level, it would be futile to struggle.

Even with death looming before him, Lu Jin calmly took a sip of his drink, flicked his cigarette ash, and continued, "My life or death doesn't really matter. I've done everything I needed to do. But you lot... how long do you think you can live?"

This time, Mikron fell silent.

For a long, long time.

He said, "Perhaps this is the irreversible record of fate."

“That’s a good answer.” Lu Jin nodded. The two of them stood in this area free from the flames of war, like spirits drifting by.

After a few seconds, he finished his cigarette, smiled at Mike Rong, and said with a complicated expression, "I will wait for all of you to come in the second fluctuation layer."

There was a soft splattering sound.

The next second, Lu Jin's body exploded. His flesh and bones were the same as those of Amber and Nori, who had guided Hamilton in the park. All the human tissues were frozen in mid-air and could not fall.

Lu Jin is dead.

After activating the spacetime detonation, Catherine, who was still inside the transport plane, stopped watching the monitor. What she needed to do was over.

Mikron stopped where he was, finished his cigarette, threw away the butt, and walked in another direction.

...

...

The fighting continues in every place.

As Hera's entire head exploded from that causally insensitive weapon, Stanford slowly lowered his grip on the gun, but his eyes... were filled with confusion and doubt.

After that shot, his future was overdrawn to an exaggerated degree.

"Did I really kill her? Why is the price so high? Even B01... the future it costs shouldn't be this terrible."

Just as Stanford thought of this, he saw the headless corpse on the ground come to life.

It only took less than a second.

Hera had already recovered and stood up again, looking calmly at the other person.

"You rely too much on these special weapons."

"That's why you can't beat Sergio."

"Because he has no scruples, whether it is a person or a forbidden object, as long as it is a life that can be used by him, he will exploit it until it loses all its value."

"Your moral bottom line... is ultimately based on this person who has been completely erased from the timeline."

"You are unwilling to become a scumbag like him, but you also crave the power to rise above all others."

"You're too weak, Stanford."

“I can’t even believe that you are in charge in South Africa, that your confidence in this weapon is even greater than your own characteristics that symbolize ‘judgment’.”

At this moment, Hera's voice was devoid of any emotion, and every word struck at Stanford's sore spots, effectively destroying his moral compass invisibly.

She paused for a moment, then continued, "I've said before, this is just an avatar of mine, a projection."

"But you will still have to pay an unimaginable price for using that special weapon to attack me."

"So what should you do now?"