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.
Among them was a psychic who could paralyze people's perception to a certain extent. It was because the fire psychics were too confident that they failed to detect their traces in the first time, and they didn't even react when the young man approached.
Following the young man's eye signal, one of them stepped forward and opened the cages for the prisoners.
It was not until then that people noticed the young man's appearance.
His eyes were gentle and clear, as if they were filled with thousands of stars. His facial features were elegant and handsome, with a unique aura of ink landscape painting.
When he frowned, his whole demeanor changed drastically, and on top of the above basic premise, a hint of sternness stood out, like a sharp sword ready to be struck.
Although the current situation is not suitable for thinking about those messy things, people with such a face and such a temperament are indeed more likely to gain the trust of others.
The man next to the Thorn Power User was immediately defeated and asked cautiously: "This, uh... sir? Where are we going next?"
Touching the suppressor on his neck, the Thorn Psychic just watched coldly.
He treated the young man as the second fire-type mutant and waited to see when this man would reveal his true face.
Sure enough, after everyone was rescued, the young man took out his pistol, and in his other hand was the control device for controlling the explosion of the suppressor.
"Now all of you follow me."
The Thorn Psychic suppressed his sneer in his heart and responded submissively like everyone else.
He followed the young man, full of hatred, through the noisy and chaotic battlefield until he came to the rear of a larger combat camp.
The young man found one of the combatants and gave him a few simple instructions. The other party understood and rushed to the front to report.
Not long after, a group of people appeared at the back of the camp. Wen Jinfeng hurried over under the escort of the guards. He immediately glanced at the thorn mutants and the people they were carrying on their backs - mainly looking at the suppressors on their necks.
Of course, the Thorn Psychic knows Wen Jinfeng.
On the night when the dark monster went out of control, many powerful organizations poured into City G, aiming to capture people with special abilities who were unaware of the situation in the outside world, among them were Wen Jinfeng's people.
The pain on the palm of his hand that had been run over by the fire-type mutant had not yet subsided, and it was covered with blood that he had vomited.
He didn't know whether he was disappointed or angry because he had known this would happen. He pinched his five fingers into his palm and suddenly had a crazy desire to risk his life.
Who knew that Wen Jinfeng had a cold expression on his face, and he immediately said, "When will you change your habit of picking up things from home?"
This is not how enslavers react when they see free slaves.
The Thorn Psychic suddenly raised his head: "...Huh?"
Wen Xin remained calm: "Under the current circumstances, taking them in may cause trouble, but brother, from a long-term perspective, isn't it a good thing for City A to have people with special abilities?"
"A person with super powers?"
Wen Jinfeng examined the group of psychics hiding behind Wen Xin with a critical eye, and his tone was cold and sharp to the point of being ruthless.
"Are you betting on their humanity that will waver in the elation of evolution after they gain powerful abilities? Or are you betting that if the psychics gradually gain the upper hand on the battlefield, they won't turn against us?"
"You should have killed these mutants the first time you saw them, instead of letting them survive and become time bombs."
Before he finished speaking, Wen Jinfeng had already taken out the gun, and Wen Xin stepped forward to block it.
Wen Jinfeng said sternly: "Wen Xin! The situation is urgent now. There is not much room for error. You can't guarantee the loyalty of the psychic!"
Wen Xin grabbed the back of Wen Jinfeng's hand, which was throbbing with veins, and said word by word, "Then I won't guarantee it, and I won't consider human nature."
"These people are now in a weak state. In order to control them, the original organization did not give them food or water. Even if they could fight back, they would not be faster than the controllers. They were forced to stay where they were. Any abnormalities were killed on the spot."
Wen Jinfeng's eyes moved slightly, as if he was persuaded.
But as a commander of a legion, his will would not be affected by personal thoughts, and his words were still cold and merciless: "I only allow them to stay in the abandoned camp. If they get close, the guards will kill them immediately, and you must be responsible for all their actions."
Wen Xin: "That's enough."
These few simple sentences seemed to determine the fate of this group of people with special abilities.
They followed Wen Xin and quickly came to the abandoned campsite, which was the old residential area before.
Most people have evacuated now, but because we are still within the security area of the guards, it is relatively safe.
After arriving at the place, Wen Xin saw the fear in the eyes of these psychics. He must have been upset by what he had just said.
Some people were puzzled by his contradictory behavior: "If you wanted to save us, why didn't you just let us go?"
He mentioned this matter sincerely. After all, when Wen Xin rescued them, he could have just let them go, saving trouble and effort, and there was no need to issue any military warrant.
The others didn't say anything, but judging from their micro-expressions as they lowered their heads, most of them probably had the same idea as this person.
Wen Xin sneered: "Do I look like such a bad-hearted person? I locked you up here because I don't want you to cause trouble. Ah Lu."
The little green snake entangled itself around the young man's wrist and grumbled twice, "I see. You want me to watch them again, right?"
"Who told our Ah Lu to look so majestic? He looks like a general who can intimidate people."
The scale viper had learned from the general, and felt somewhat arrogant after being praised.
In fact, even if Wen Xin didn't praise it, the little snake would not refuse the young man's request. It pretended to be reluctant and hummed: "Okay, I'll do as you say."
A huge scaled tree viper appeared in the living room. Its majestic body was at least thicker than a bucket, and it opened its mouth to spit out a bright red tongue.
Seeing this giant snake, the psychics were almost frightened to death, and no one dared to complain for a while.
The short guy in the crowd, who looked less than fifteen years old today, looked at his uncle and then at everyone else, and pursed his lips hard.
He suddenly shouted: "You are leaving now, are you planning to deal with those superpowers?"
Wen Xin turned around.
The little man met his calm eyes and immediately became more nervous. He mustered up the courage to say, "I don't mean anything else. I just want to say, I wish you a successful start!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an equally enthusiastic and energetic young man echoed: "I wish you immediate success!"
"Invincible in every battle!" "Unstoppable!" "Unstoppable!"...
"Exquisite and gorgeous!!"
I don't know who howled so excitedly, and everyone looked over at once.
The one who shouted was a little gangster. He had never listened to the lessons carefully before and now he had no chance to learn. He remembered that the word had appeared on TV and it was a good word, so he shouted it out.
Facing everyone's strange looks, the gangster shrank his head and asked weakly: "...Isn't this word used to exaggerate?"
The short uncle came to his senses and had no complaints about being locked up here. After all, he had been threatened by a group of fire-type psychics, so his eyes had become more open.
"Just now, those turtle grandsons forced us to join their group. They didn't treat us as human beings. I guess we will either be used as shields or killed by them. No matter what you thought when you saved us or what your purpose was, I still want to thank you."
Wen Xin looked at these dusty people and seemed a little surprised.
After a while, a smile that he had never seen since the beginning of the war finally appeared on his heavy face.
It's like the bright moon covered by dark clouds suddenly reveals its beauty, so beautiful that it's breathtaking.
The Thorn Psychic, who had remained silent the entire time, seemed to suddenly skip a beat.
Originally he was full of resentment towards Wen Xin, but after listening to the conversation between the two just now, his thoughts changed little by little.
That was not a script that was written on the spur of the moment. Wen Jinfeng was famous for his ruthless style. The other side took out their guns and really wanted to kill them, and Wen Xin actually blocked the muzzle of Wen Jinfeng's gun.
Maybe it was because I had experienced a lot during this period of time, or maybe it was because my emotions fluctuated drastically in just half a day, making my mind dazed.
Wen Xin's resolute and upright posture left a deep impression in his heart.
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Wen Xin never overestimated human nature.
Just as he had just observed the situation outside the tent and heard that the fire-type psychic was fully aware of the prisoners' ability levels, he knew that this attack was not simply the psychic's crazy revenge.
Apart from the imprisoned psychics, only the organizations that imprisoned them can obtain accurate data on their abilities and levels.
Precise control of information gaps, keen consideration of the direction of unrest, and a general understanding of the distribution of other power organizations...
If there wasn't a powerful organization, how could it have launched such a swift counterattack in such a short period of time?
You know, it’s only been less than two days since Xiao Hei got out of control!
Wen Xin left deep fingerprints on his palms.
Is it the people from the First Base who are causing trouble again?
Could it be that An Qi was not dead? Was it not enough that he beat the man into a sieve that day? He also had to chop the man into meat paste?
The battlefield is now in chaos.
Unidentifiable screams echoed all around, people were dying all the time, high temperatures burned the air, the scene in front of me became distorted, as if hell had returned to the world.
"They come and go as they please. What are you doing? What? Can't catch them? I don't believe he can survive after one artillery bombardment!"
Finally, the leader of a powerful organization could no longer tolerate the provocation of a single-handed superpower and announced the use of heavy firepower.
Boom!
The raging flames shot up into the sky, thick black smoke covered the sky, and countless people turned back in surprise, their flesh and blood turned into flying flowers in the explosion.
Wen Xin captured a person with special abilities, put a gun to his head, and forced him to reveal the purpose of the mastermind behind the occupation of City G.
"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~
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