He was a born rebel, and a veteran at that; he knew that feeling all too well, that frenzied rage of killing in hell.
Then he looked at the email from Sheen annotated "illegal experiment," a backup video—the footage also featured familiar faces, people he knew all too well.
—It was the elderly couple who had supported him until he reached adulthood. He had transferred money to them several times before, but they had all been returned.
In the video, several operatives tied them to a wall, doused them with a lot of fuel, and burned them to death. There was plenty of fuel; they died almost instantly.
But those people felt the process was too fast, and it seemed that it did not meet the requirements given by the higher-ups—such as the additional requirement of a painful departure—so they dismembered the charred body into several pieces as a warning.
He Yu didn't read any further. What followed was a bunch of tragic texts about death, filled with helplessness and profundity, looking like it had been copied from some book.
He touched his neck, then turned off the terminal, and the dazzling and gorgeous control panel in his field of vision instantly disappeared.
Then he turned his head and saw Yu Yu and the others sitting on the sofa next to him. They called Pandora over and stared at her for a while. Merlink said there was no big problem and that they could just draw the lost things back.
Then, they looked at themselves with the conflicted expressions of watching a cliché soap opera.
"It's okay, I don't care."
He Yu walked into the party, where the noise was as loud as ever. Soft drugs and alcohol mingled among the crowd, and all the viewers who had just finished watching the happy family drama were laughing from the bottom of their hearts.
He chose to be completely drawn into the lavish feast befitting a hero.
Zone X0361, Control Room.
Gore immersed himself in a sea of alcohol, surrounded by a multitude of screens that stretched far into the distance, like a gaping wound.
He was quite drunk and kept numbing himself. Now he was staring blankly at the screen in the center. There, He Yu first greeted Yu Yu and the others, and then asked Miss An if everyone had arrived. After receiving an affirmative answer, he picked up a knife and tapped it on his champagne glass.
He knocked several times until everyone in the hall stopped and turned to look at him.
“Excuse me, I’d like to interrupt.” He Yu took a sip of wine and then said, “I’ve done this before, back when I was still inside 346. It was also a lavish and tempting banquet.”
His expression was relaxed, no different from any other young person trying to attract attention.
"I just want to ask a simple question: do you all consider yourselves to be people with strong personalities?"
Everyone was staring in that direction. He waited patiently for a while, then took another sip of his drink and said with emotion, "It seems you all think so, that's great."
"If you ask me, people with strong personalities should all go to hell."
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