The victim was almost completely exhausted. He screamed and began to struggle as the puncture was performed. Blood was everywhere on the screen. Several other people skillfully controlled his writhing body and continued to press him down.
Claude watched the scene with great interest. He tilted his head and examined the crack closely. The smiling face showed no sympathy; the bloody and gruesome scene reflected in his eyes was empty.
A loud "thud" came from the side, and Bamke's axe was snapped in two and fell to the ground. His face was frighteningly pale, as if he were gesturing to attack an imaginary enemy.
“I don’t think there’s anything to see.” He took a deep breath, as if telling himself to stay calm: “Or we could get involved, otherwise they’ll ruin him sooner or later.”
"By the time you get there, the body will probably be cold by then." He Yu stared at the screen and replied weakly. He had thought it would be some exciting torture scene. Those people have some really sadistic tastes.
“When I saw you in the dungeon, I thought that if the roles were reversed, we would definitely like you.” Claude walked up to the tortured man and said with a grin, “You always have that superior look on your faces and think so highly of yourselves, you have that kind of… well, you just make me want to destroy you, so I want to see how miserable you can scream.”
After he finished speaking, he grabbed the man's hair and pulled him out. A section of the bloody stone pillar was dragged out of his body. He screamed incoherently and was indeed begging for mercy. His facial features were distorted.
Claude spat out a mouthful of saliva, then suddenly pressed down with force. The other person's entire body twitched, and the stone pillar was inserted back into the body.
“Sometimes plays can give you a false impression.” He continued without changing his expression, “It seems that as long as the prisoners can fight, endure the torture, and are lucky enough, they will be freed and viewed by you as normal people. But what I know is that those who survive only end up at the dinner table of a group of mentally ill people, continuing to perform and see how they can come up with new ways to play.”
“No matter where you are, the same thing happens.” Claude chuckled, his voice both chilling and amused.
He gripped the victim's hair tightly, repeating what he had just done over and over. The victim was too weak to respond, only twitching occasionally, but the twitching became weaker and weaker.
He Yu hissed. He had to admit that he had seen many psychopaths in Jerusalem, and this one could be considered an emperor.
You're really something, kid. I'll kill you in a minute.
He touched the zoom video, narrowing it down to a small square. Countless images were flashing across the rest of the screen, and he had no idea how many similar things were happening at that moment.
Just as they were leaving, they heard a voice say, "It's time to regroup."
He Yu clicked his tongue, thinking to himself, "What an idiot! Can't he just finish what he's saying at once?"
He zoomed in on the screen again, and the group of people had stood up straight and were looking at a point outside the arena, clearly having received some information beforehand.
"So fast," complained a man who was taking off his pants—he tried not to think about what that bastard was originally planning to do.
Claude glanced at him sideways, and the guy shut his mouth, pretending not to say anything, and quickly pulled his pants back up.
Someone asked, "What's wrong? Where are we going next?"
"It's about those things Beelzebub and Weeks discussed." Claude's tone was helpless, but more so nonchalant. He turned and walked towards the center, and his teammates immediately followed.
Behind them, the screen went blank, leaving only a few corpses lying in the dim light. One of them hung from a leaning stone pillar, its blood staining a large area of the base red, and behind that thing, many more similarly mangled corpses could be seen.
Here, the normal human form is the strange thing; it appears humble and lowly, merely an insignificant game and a terrifying feast.
The murderers who caused all of this had indifferent expressions, some even showing visible boredom. They seemed to be walking through a ruin, a junkyard, where the destroyed and diminished things were meaningless.
Bamke suddenly stood up and said, "I'm leaving first," and then walked towards the central area, presumably to carry out justice.
He Yu said a few perfunctory words, such as "Have a safe journey" and "You had a good time killing people," and then raised his hand to adjust other cameras. He saw the group of people walking deeper into the area. He stared at them, his gaze moving from one person to the last, extremely focused, like a wild beast before its hunt.
Claude's squad.
The handsome demon stood at the front, smiling as he looked at the prisoners and civilians who were gathering from all around, and said, "Now that everyone is here, let's discuss the distribution of the mutation potion first."
That's absolutely right. This idea sounds like it came from that bastard Weeks. He'd love for all the operatives to die in Jerusalem so that the instability of 346 would become even more outrageous.
After he finished speaking, a suffocating silence fell over the surroundings, and everyone's hands instinctively went to their weapons. Those who could get to this point had all tasted blood and death; no matter how gentle their smiles, they could instantly sense the signs that a killing was about to occur.
But then, another group walked straight past them, bypassing the crowd. The person at the front startled He Yu; wasn't that Quillin, who had almost become crippled?
At this moment, the clerk walked slowly and steadily, and his teammate behind him was equally calm. He walked forward with confidence and pride. Few people could make such a genuine and fearless expression. He didn't look like he was walking towards a competitor at all.
Claude glanced at them, as if assessing their strength, and soon smiled, made a "long time no see" gesture, stepped aside, and accepted them into his camp.
Some people started to stir, and He Yu understood: it turned out that some people had already divided themselves into factions.
Beelzebub and his men wanted this, he thought, because only in this way could more blood, corpses, and disaster erupt, and with a bit of luck, they could even replace a few operatives, otherwise how did those people die before?
He Yu shook his head. Someone had already done the thankless task, and there was no need for him to get involved. Although 659 was willing to consume more life forms, who knew how effective those mutation drugs would be? He wasn't an invincible hero, so it would be better to let Bamke test the waters first.
Just as he was thinking this and about to turn off the surveillance and find a place to kill a few people, the group of people on the screen started making a ruckus again.
He glanced at it and thought, "Wow, this is a complete mental blank, enough to cause pain—Pandora was dragged out by several people."
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