Chapter 115
There was chaos in the suburbs of City G. The return attack by the superpower caught everyone off guard.
The investigator held a walkie-talkie in his hand and shouted at the top of his voice: "There are at least fifty people on the other side. They are not acting on impulse. Someone is deliberately leading us! Ammunition is running out. We can't fight them! We must evacuate! Evacuate immediately!"
Boom!
A huge fireball suddenly appeared, and those who did not have time to escape were sucked into it. They were turned into charcoal under the high temperature and screamed miserably.
Most of the temporary camp was cleared out by the flames, and several psychics walked out leisurely.
The leading fire-type mutant saw the broken intercom on the ground, his eyes flashed with sarcasm, he stomped on it, and said, "I was too kind before, that's why I was chased and beaten by you ordinary people, a bunch of idiots."
Another psychic looked at the fleeing crowd and grabbed them with his hand, and a strong wave suddenly spread in the air.
The mercenary soldier who was at the end of the group was lifted off the ground, as if he was being grabbed by the neck by an invisible giant hand.
He looked at the gangsters with bloodshot eyes, his cheeks flushed from lack of oxygen: "Why, why do you do this?"
"That's a good question. I asked them the same question when I was being hunted by the various forces." The psychic turned his head and pointed at the bullet scratch on his neck with a smile. "Look, this is their answer."
"But I didn't. We were expelled from the First Foundation and had no idea about this..."
"Oh?" The control-type psychic looked at his companion in exaggerated surprise, "So he is innocent! Shouldn't we kill him?"
The mercenary's eyes immediately lit up with anticipation, and he nodded quickly in affirmation: "Yes! Yes! I really don't know--"
Phew.
The mercenary's expression froze. He looked at the steel arm that pierced his chest in disbelief and spit out two mouthfuls of fishy-sweet blood foam.
The psychic quickly pulled out his steel hand and frowned in disgust as he looked at the blood splattered on his clothes.
Seeing the man dead and lying on the ground, the other psychics were still laughing.
Only the control-type psychic who had captured the mercenary had a look of indignation on his face, and he was still planning to keep him to play with him slowly.
"You're still playing around here, forgetting the important things the boss told you to do?"
When it came to business, these people somewhat restrained their arrogance and casualness, and walked into the tent on the charred soil and the ground full of broken limbs.
There were several cages in the tent, each holding a person, and without exception, they all had a collar-like suppressor around their necks.
This suppressor was originally developed by the First Foundation to control mutants or beasts with mutation tendencies.
However, after the psychics emerged from the black rifts, some forces with ill intentions removed the original punishment setting in the suppressor and inserted micro bombs.
Thus, these suppressors that were used to tame mutants suddenly transformed into noose to strangle the throats of the mutants.
Seeing several psychics coming in, the person in the cage got so excited that his face flushed. He climbed up, and the iron bars clanged as he grabbed them.
"We just heard some noise in there. You are all superpowered people! So are we! Those damned ordinary people attacked us when no one was paying attention. All the people here were captured. Hurry and save us!"
"Don't panic, we are here to save you this time."
As he spoke, the fire-type psychic placed his palm on the cage. A burst of black smoke came out and the melted buckle fell off.
Seeing that he was free, the prisoner thanked him several times with tears in his eyes, and then grabbed the suppressor around his neck: "There is one more thing, this thing will explode, brothers, do you have any way to solve it?"
The ice-type psychic smiled and said, "Of course there is. We can't keep something that threatens people's lives on us forever."
He squatted down and placed his finger on the suppressor. With the contact point as the center, a piece of snow-white and clear ice crystals immediately spread out from the surface of the iron sheet, and the sensor was instantly frozen.
The rescued person was so excited that when the suppressor was opened, even his breathing was trembling unsteadily.
But unexpectedly, snap!
The blinding red light reappeared on the rescued man's neck, flickering as if mocking his previous naivety.
The rescued man's face, which was about to burst into tears of joy, froze. He raised his head blankly and held the brand new suppressor around his neck: "...What are you doing?"
"What are you doing? If we don't remove the suppressor, what if the explosion hurts us?"
The ice-type esper stood up, patted his face condescendingly, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, we have learned from the experience of those stupid ordinary people and added a lot of special barrier materials to the suppressor you use. It is waterproof, fireproof, high temperature, and even anti-electric."
"No, that's not right!" The rescued man scowled, grabbed his collar and yelled, "Why did you put this thing on me? What do you mean? Didn't you come here to save us?"
The people in the other cages were also stunned by the scene before them.
Before they could come to their senses and ask angrily, they saw the rescued person being kicked away and falling heavily against the wall.
The ice-type esper patted the wrinkles on his clothes, with an arrogant look on his face, and sneered: "You have superpowers but you can be caught by ordinary people. You are just a waste."
"you!"
Another supernatural person also laughed: "If it weren't for the fact that you are still somewhat useful, why would we come to save you? Do you think we are doing charity?"
The rescued man spat out blood and trembled as he supported himself on the ground with his hands. Several thin black thorns slowly crawled out from under his palms.
A foot stretched out from behind and stepped heavily on the back of his hand, crushing all the thorns.
"ah!"
"It's been almost a year since the apocalypse. Everyone, please be careful." The fire psychic crossed his arms and looked at the remaining people trapped in the cage with a playful smile. "There is only one B-level psychic among you. Advise the others to be obedient and don't think about taking action or escaping when we remove the suppressor."
Suddenly someone asked, "What will happen if we fight or run away?"
In this tense atmosphere where the air was almost stagnant, the interrupting sound seemed so inappropriate.
The fire-type mutant stopped smiling and uttered a loud click of his tongue, apparently not expecting that someone would dare to provoke him at this time: "You are tired of living, aren't you? I'll let you experience this..."
He was swearing, totally unaware that this was the moment when his nerves were most relaxed. Two strong, white arms were stuck at this node, and in a moment that seemed slow but was actually less than a blink of an eye, they silently grabbed his neck.
Click!
There was a vibration coming from the neck, which was the sound of the neck bones being broken.
The fire-type psychic belatedly felt a heart-piercing pain, but he didn't even get a clear look at the attacker. He only had time to slightly widen his eyes before his body went limp and he fell to the ground, with that arrogant expression forever frozen on his face.
Seeing their companion die, the others finally woke up from their trance and looked at the extra young man in shock and anger.
"Damn it, kill him!"
The ice-type psychic raised his hand and waved it forward. Several sharp ice cones instantly formed in mid-air and rushed towards the young man.
The young man's speed was much faster than he had imagined. Before the ice cone arrived, he had already jumped in front of him like lightning.
"Damn it, he's a speed-type mutant!"
In panic, the ice-type psychic had to give up the idea of attacking and turned to run away. However, the next second, a gunshot rang out at the back of his head.
The person's eyes went dark and he fell to the ground without even having time to struggle.
The successive deaths of two companions increased the fear in the hearts of other psychics.
The power-type psychic roared, and with a fist packed with tons of power, he smashed towards the young man's head viciously, but was blocked in mid-air.
A man suddenly stood in front of the young man, with sharp eyebrows, starry eyes and deep pupils.
The fist that was mixed with gravel and granite pressed against his palm, and no matter how hard the strength-type psychic tried, he could not move forward.
The man twisted it casually.
“Aaaaaa——”
The other psychics suddenly turned their heads and saw the strength psychic's arm being twisted off alive. They were almost scared to death by this scene.
The first people the young man dealt with were the ice and fire supernatural beings, who were equivalent to the main and deputy commanders of the team. When they fell, the disadvantages of the temporary cobbled-together team became apparent at this moment - this group of scattered sand had no idea how to attack.
As lawless as they were before, they are now as cowardly as they are now. The situation that follows can be described as a complete crushing defeat.
The last esper looked at his companions stumbling around him, raised his hands and knelt on the ground, crying bitterly: "Don't kill me, spare my life, I was forced to do this by them!"
The young man shot him without hesitation.
At this time, the rescuer whose superpower was Black Thorn finally recovered from the shock, stood up and looked at the young man in fear and vigilance: "Who are you?"
Before he finished speaking, several skinny figures came in one after another from outside the tent.
An uncle who was imprisoned in the cage saw a familiar face. He ignored his fear and climbed up and shouted in surprise: "Jia Jun! Didn't you escape? Why are you here?"
Seeing his familiar relatives, the little man named Jia Jun burst into tears on the spot: "Uncle, you covered me when I escaped, but I didn't run long before another group of people caught up with me. They also locked us in the cage, and I never found a chance to escape."
The uncle was heartbroken: "What a sin!"
This group of people were also psychics who escaped from the black rift, but were later captured by other forces and locked up in a secret place.
其中有一名異能者，能夠在一定程度上麻痹人的感知力，也是火系異能者一行人過于自信，才沒能在第一時間發現他們的蹤跡，甚至連青年近身都沒有反應。
在青年的眼神示意下，其中一人上前，幫囚徒裏的人們打開了牢籠。
直到這時，衆人才注意到青年的長相。
眸眼溫和清亮，似墜入了萬千星晨。五官清隽俊美，獨具一股水墨山水畫的氣韻。
當他蹙眉時，整個人的氣度渾然一變，在上述基礎的前提裏格外突顯出一抹冷峻，如同一柄蓄勢待發的利劍。
雖說眼下的情況，不适合想那些亂七八糟的東西，但長着這樣一張臉、有這樣氣度的人，确實比較容易得到旁人的信賴。
荊棘異能者旁邊的那人當場就淪陷了，小心翼翼地問：“這位，呃……先生？接下來我們去哪兒？”
摸着脖子上的抑制器，荊棘異能者一直冷眼旁觀。
他将青年當成第二個火系異能者，等着看這人什麽時候會露出真正的嘴臉。
果不其然，在所有人都得救之後，青年拿出配槍，另一只手上，赫然就是操控抑制器爆炸的控制裝置。
“現在你們都跟我走。”
荊棘異能者将冷笑憋在心裏，和其他人一樣唯唯諾諾地應是。
他保持着滿腔仇怨，跟在青年身後，穿過嘈雜混亂的戰場，直至來到一個較大的作戰營地後方。
青年找到其中一名作戰人員，簡單叮囑幾句，對方會意，連忙沖到前面去禀報。
沒過多久，營地後方出現一群人的身影，溫勁風在護衛軍的護送下急匆匆趕來，一眼就瞥向了荊棘異能者以及他們背上扛着的人——主要是看衆人脖子上的抑制器。
荊棘異能者當然認識溫勁風。
漆黑巨獸失控那天晚上，有不少勢力組織湧入G市，旨在捉拿不清楚外界情況的異能者，其中就有溫勁風的人馬。
被火系異能者碾過的手掌陣痛未消，上面滿是他吐出來的血跡。
他心中不知道是失望，還是早知如此的憤恨，五指掐進掌心，猛然生出一股不要命的瘋狂念頭來。
誰知道溫勁風神情冷漠，劈頭蓋臉就是一句：“你這喜歡往家裏撿東西的毛病什麽時候能改改？”
這哪是奴役者看到免費奴隸時的反應。
荊棘異能者倏然擡頭：“……哈？”
溫辛面不改色：“現在這個情況收留他們可能會帶來麻煩，但哥，從長遠的角度來看，擁有異能者對A市來說難道不是一件好事？”
“擁有異能者？”
溫勁風以挑剔的目光，審視躲在溫辛背後的那群異能者，語氣冷漠尖刻到了無情的程度。
“賭他們在獲得強大能力後，在進化的得意中搖搖欲墜的那點人性？還是賭在異能者一方逐漸占據戰場優勢的情況下，他們不會臨陣倒戈反咬一口？”
“你應該在看到這些異能者的第一時間就殺了他們，而不是任由他們活下來，成為不定時炸/彈。”
話音未落，溫勁風已經把槍拿了出來，溫辛一步上前擋住。
溫勁風面色冷厲：“溫辛！現在情況緊急，沒有那麽多容錯的機會，你更無法保證異能者的忠誠度！”
溫辛抓住溫勁風青筋緊繃的手背，一字一頓地說道：“那就不保證，不去考慮什麽人性。”
“這些人現在是虛弱狀态，原組織為了控制住他們，沒有給食水，就算他們能反擊，也快不過控制器，讓他們老老實實地留在原地，有異動者就地格殺。”
溫勁風眸色微動，似乎是被說動了。
但作為一個軍團的指揮官，他的意志不會因個人私念動容，嘴裏的話依舊冷到不留情面：“我只允許他們留在廢棄營地，如果靠近，護衛隊會立馬将他們擊斃，以及你必須為他們的一切行為負責。”
溫辛：“已經足夠了。”
簡單幾句話，似乎決定了這群異能者的命運。
他們跟着溫辛快步來到廢棄營地，也就是之前的老小區。
眼下大多數人已經撤走了，但因為還在護衛軍的警戒範圍內，所以相對比較安全。
到地方之後，溫辛看見了這些異能者眼中的忌憚，想必剛才那番話讓他們有了不小的芥蒂。
有人很不解他如此矛盾的行為：“既然你想要救我們，剛才為什麽不直接放我們走？”
他真心實意提起這件事，畢竟在救下他們的時候，溫辛就可以直接放他們走，省心又省力，還不用立什麽軍令狀。
其他人沒有吭聲，但從他們埋下腦袋的微表情來看，大部分應該和這人是一樣的想法。
溫辛一哂：“我看起來像那麽爛好心的人？把你們關在這裏，當然是不希望你們搗亂。阿綠。”
小綠蛇纏在青年的手腕上，聞言哼哼唧唧地抱怨了兩聲：“知道了，又讓我來看着他們，對吧？”
“誰叫我們家阿綠長得這樣威武不凡，一看就是能夠鎮得住人的将軍。”
鱗樹蝰學過将軍的意思，多少有點被誇之後的飄飄然。
事實上，就算溫辛不誇它，小蛇也不會拒絕青年的請求。它佯作勉強地哼了一聲：“行，就依你的。”
一條巨大的鱗樹蝰蛇出現在客廳裏，雄壯不凡的蛇軀至少比水桶還粗，張嘴吐出殷紅的蛇信。
見到這條大蛇，異能者們差點被吓厥了過去，一時間再也沒人敢有怨言。
人群中的小個子，今天不滿十五歲，看看他叔又看看大家，用力地抿了下嘴角。
他突然揚聲：“您現在離開，是不是打算去對付那些異能者？”
溫辛回過頭。
小個子對上他淡然的眼睛，心頭立時更加忐忑，鼓起勇氣說了一句：“我沒別的意思，就是想說，祝您旗開得勝！”
他剛說完，就有個同樣熱血朝氣的少年附和：“祝您馬到成功！”
“百戰百勝！”“一往無前！”“勢如破竹！”……
“風華絕代！！”
不知是誰激動地嚎了這麽一嗓子，衆人齊刷刷地看了過去。
出聲的是個小混混，以前沒好好聽過課，現在也沒什麽機會學習了，他還記得這詞語在電視上出現過，是個好詞，就喊了出來。
對上大家古怪的目光，小混混縮了縮腦袋，弱氣地問：“……難道這詞不是拿來誇人的？”
小個子他叔反應過來了，對被關在這裏，倒沒什麽怨言，畢竟被火系異能者一行人威脅過，眼睛也更敞亮。
“剛才那幫鼈孫逼着我們入夥，沒把我們當人看，估計到時候不是被當成擋箭牌就是他們弄死。不管你救我們的時候怎麽想，有什麽目的，還是要謝謝您。”
溫辛看着這些灰頭土面的人，似乎有些意外。
半晌，自這一場戰争開始就從未有過的笑容，終于在他那張沉重的臉上緩緩展現。
如被烏雲遮蓋的皎月突然露出剎那芳華，漂亮得令人心驚動魄。
始終未吭聲的荊棘異能者，心跳好像倏然漏了一拍。
原先他對溫辛飽含怨怼，直至剛才聽完兩人的談話後，他的念頭一點點地變了。
那不是臨時編排出來的劇本，溫勁風的鐵血作風聲名在外，對方拿出槍來，是真真切切想要殺了他們，而溫辛也是實實在在地攔住了溫勁風的槍口。
許是這段時間經歷了很多事情，又或許是短短半天時間，情緒大起大落，讓腦子變得恍惚。
溫辛堅毅筆直的身姿，到底在他的心中留下了一道深刻的烙印。
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溫辛從來沒有高估過人性。
就如同他剛才在帳篷外觀察情況，聽到那名火系異能者對囚徒們的異能等級了如指掌的時候，就知道這一次的襲擊，絕不單純是異能者的瘋狂報複。
被囚禁的異能者有什麽能力，是什麽等級，除了本人之外，就只有囚禁他們的勢力組織能夠拿到精準的數據。
對信息差的精準把控，對動亂風向的敏銳考量，對其他各勢力組織的分布情況有大概了解……
若非有極大能量的勢力組織，能在短時間內掀起這麽迅猛的反撲？
要知道現在距離小黑失控，也就不到兩天的時間而已！
溫辛在掌心掐出深深的指印。
又是第一基地的人在搞鬼？
難道說安齊沒有死，他那天把人打成篩子還不夠，必須将人給剁成肉泥？
戰場現在亂成一片。
分不出是誰的慘叫聲在周圍響起，時時刻刻都有人喪命，高溫燒灼空氣，眼前的景象變得扭曲，宛如地獄重現人間。
“他們想來就來，想走就走，你們都是幹什麽吃的！？什麽？抓不到？一個炮轟下去我不信他還能活！”
終于有勢力組織的首領，忍受不了異能者單槍匹馬的挑釁，宣告使用重火力。
轟！
滔天火光直沖雲霄，濃濃黑煙覆蓋蒼穹，無數人驟然回頭，血肉在轟鳴中綻成了漫天飛花。
溫辛逮到一名異能者，槍抵在人腦袋上，逼他說出幕後主使占領G市的目的。
"Who doesn't want to evolve? Who doesn't want to become stronger?"
The superpowers were so scared that their eyes and noses were running, revealing the greed of the mastermind behind the scenes, and also the greed of everyone on this battlefield: "G City is the origin of the evolvers. If you stay in G City, you can get powerful superpowers. Who doesn't want to have them!?"
"Otherwise, a terrifying mutant appeared two days ago. It could come back at any time. Why didn't you leave? Why didn't everyone leave? Don't you all want to gain the ability to evolve?!"
Those words were like a pair of giant hands tearing open the curtain, exposing all the rot and stench behind the scenes to the public.
Wen Xin's eyes were red, and his hands, which were clutching the psychic's collar, were shaking.
He could not refute this statement, because he suddenly understood at this moment that no matter how absurd and tragic it was, this was the truth, the bleak and powerless reality.
Wen Xin turned around again and looked at the battlefield in front of him.
Even though the battle had reached a horrific stage, not a single force organized a retreat, and there was even a steady stream of reinforcements from the rear.
When did the reinforcements arrive?
How many forces are stirring up trouble? One, two... or all of them?
no.
Wen Xin told himself that to solve this problem, he must first find the mastermind behind the scenes... If there are many people, then find the one with the most say!
Xiao Hei suddenly grabbed his hand at this moment: "Wen Xin, why don't you want to use me?"
Wen Xin turned around and looked at him.
The man met his gaze, his eyes deep and deep. "As long as you ask, I can do anything. Or are you worried that the First Foundation will attack me again? But even without you, the First Foundation will not let me go, and I will not let them go either."
Wen Xin's expression didn't show much emotion, but at that moment, he tightly grasped Xiao Hei's wrist, and his fingertips turned white due to the force.
It's like a sailor resisting the song of the Sirens. He knows that the temptation ahead will be accompanied by terrifying waves and the Sirens' sharp claws will tear him to pieces, but he still can't help but want to take a step forward.
Tyrannosaurus was never simple.
He carefully captured the trembling in the young man's pupils, and the desire in his heart tore through the illusion of peace, like a hunter waiting for his prey to take the hook, he had already anticipated the other party's reaction.
——Tangled, longing, jealous.
Number Seven could also resolve this crisis, and was much easier to talk to than him. Just a simple "A-Lu is awesome" could make that stupid snake so happy that he would forget everything else.
But Wen Xin would only ask No. 7 to guard the rescued mutant and would not let the little snake join the battle.
Perhaps it was because he didn't want to force the little snake to lend a helping hand to the humans he hated, but more importantly, it was because mutants and humans were ultimately hostile to each other.
Just like the civil war among angels, they ask the devil for help. The civil war among the empire, they ask the federation to intervene.
Even Xiao Hei could imagine that if Wen Xin used its power to clear the battlefield at this time, those people would label the young people. Wen Xin might be pushed to the forefront and even become the public enemy of the population.
It sounds ironic that if you want to save people, you will become the target of public criticism.
…Forget it.
Thinking that the young man would be sad about this, Tyrannosaurus suppressed his evil nature.
He began to imagine whether he should stage a second violent scene and pretend that everything was a coincidence that had nothing to do with the young man.
But Wen Xin suddenly exhaled: "That's good."
These four short words represent the psychological struggle that has lasted for several months from the Idealistic Cult in City B to the present, and the persistence that has deepened step by step after witnessing one tragedy after another in the world.
He was a young man who loved flowers and sunshine. He finally made up his mind and grasped the bloody butcher knife in front of him.
"In my situation, no one is better suited to do this than me. We need to sign an agreement, but time is running out. Let me take advantage of you first."
Wen Xin made a joke that was neither too big nor too small and raised his head.
Those eyes, still as clear as a spring, suddenly had an aura that was hotter than the sun: "Number One, this is not a request. As a human being, as a guardian of the past, present and future, I sincerely ask you to cooperate."
"——Please help me put an end to the war!"
Plop, plop…
In an instant, Xiao Hei seemed to hear the sound of his own heartbeat, pounding in his chest.
【Author’s words】
Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated me with nutrient solution during 2023-06-30 05:29:51~2023-07-01 23:58:09~
Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: JCY 2;
Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: Linzhou He 50 bottles; Strawberry Xiu Xiu Xiu 40 bottles; Zi Mo, 62696587 20 bottles; Kou Heng 12 bottles; Wuwu Wuwu, Anan Wants the School to Not Be Closed, Sand Pot Potato, Shang 10 bottles; Xiumao Wants to Sleep, Zuo Xiangyi. Ze 4 bottles; Yizhimiao 3 bottles; Corpse 2 bottles; Zhiyao Le, Shishi Shizi, JCY, Zi Mo, Luchen Baby ovo, Lazy Think of a Name 1 bottle;
Thank you very much for your support. I will continue to work hard!