Destroyer
"Kill him." Someone ordered.
That was Federation Execution Ground No. 7. There were huge concentric circles drawn on the ground, and standing in the center of the square was a five-year-old child. She had short chestnut hair and wore a red uniform. She was the only one in the base who was qualified to wear red. Her uniform was as bright red as a drop of blood on white paper, and her whereabouts could be seen at any time.
This design is to remind others to avoid when they see red to avoid being killed by mistake.
Su He is the Federation's latest large-scale lethal weapon. In this era of personification, she can be regarded as a gun. Today is the time for gun testing, which will determine whether Su He will be put into actual combat or returned to the factory for repairs.
Su He stood on the execution ground, where yellow sand was flying. Within a kilometer, there were only her and the criminal.
Su He looked at the man opposite him expressionlessly. He was about twenty years old, with his hands tied, kneeling on the ground. He had wounds of varying sizes on his body. It was obvious that he had been interrogated in advance. It was said that he was a member of the resistance army, sent here specifically for Su He to execute.
Among the enemies killed by the Federation, the largest proportion were the rebels. They could not tolerate anyone wanting to overthrow their rule of ninety years. Only the rebels needed executioners to let everyone see the execution process and achieve a certain deterrent effect.
Su He had killed mice, cats and dogs before, but this time was subtly different. The military probably wanted to create various extreme environments to increase the difficulty for Su He, and to see whether Su He would take action when the enemy asked for help.
There was no warmth in Su He's eyes. The military had not taught him this detail. Su He had figured it out on his own. As a weapon, it was best not to have any human emotions.
"Kill him." Someone said over the loudspeaker in the distance.
Su He walked quietly to the man and stopped half a meter away. Because of her short stature, she had to look up at her hunting target. The little girl and the prey formed an extreme contrast.
At this moment, Su He heard a pleading voice, "Please——"
The man's eyes were wet, reflecting Su He's blood-red shadow.
He would beg, he was not a tough guy, and he would instinctively feel fear when facing death.
"Please--" The man gave Su He a miserable smile.
Everyone held their breath, and the person in charge was a little anxious, afraid that Su He would be soft-hearted, which would mean he would fail.
The man's voice suddenly paused, and Su He took action, placing her hand on his shoulder, like a knight's ceremony long ago, where the queen placed a sword on the knight's shoulder.
Su He's hands were definitely sharper and more decisive than any sword in the world. After her palm touched his shoulder, several sharp black lines appeared on his shoulder with her palm as the center. His body was in a very strange state, as if it had been cut into countless times, but did not disperse. Instead, there was a force that bridged the gap, barely maintaining the shape of a human being.
Later, people killed by Su He could hardly see such details. Her speed would be faster and her lethality would be greater. They would be crushed into ashes before anyone could react, and at that time there was a "tearing" process.
As if killing people wasn't enough, you have to slow down and savor every detail.
With a puff—
The man's body was torn into pieces as expected. When Su He raised his hand, the corpse slid down like sand and tilted like a collapsed house. The corpse was crushed into debris and flowed all over the ground.
In just a blink of an eye, the man disappeared, and only the little girl in red was left at the execution ground.
Everyone held their breath, no one made any sound, the debris of the dead bodies were still burning. Su He's ability was not as simple as cutting. Some people said her ability was annihilation, and the more official term was the line of death.
That is to kill an object countless times and crush it until it cannot be crushed anymore.
The corpse kept squirming under Su He's feet, being cut and cut again, and finally stopped when it became a real pile of ashes.
They had clearly observed it countless times, yet they were still shocked every time they saw it with their own eyes. They had indeed created a great weapon.
"Very good." Came the voice of the person in charge.
"The next execution will be on a woman," the official said. "I want to see your attitude towards your fellow human beings."
This is how things escalated, with the targets of execution going from rats, to cats and dogs, to men, to women, to young children, and finally to babies.
They have to constantly break through Su He's bottom line and explore where her limit is.
This also represents Su He's future execution goals. If there is a task to kill a baby, can Su He do it?
And once is not enough, they must keep strengthening it so that Su He will feel no emotion when killing the baby.
Su He remained silent. She had never expressed any objection since she killed the rat. The military often suspected that she had no human emotions at all.
But the strange thing is that Su He passed every humanity test. She knew the standard answers to all the questions and did very well.
This is not quite common sense. If a person has moral values and a normal human spirit, why would he be indifferent to killing?
The person in charge breathed a sigh of relief and was reporting the situation to the First Military Region on the phone, while Su He's psychological observer was still staring at the center of the execution ground.
He tried to understand Su He's heart. Most of the time she hid her emotions very well, but Su He was different today.
Su He lowered his head at the execution ground. He initially thought that Su He was sad, and finally showed the emotions that a human should have, feeling pain for killing his own kind.
Or Su He smiled and felt happy about killing people. This was also normal. A person with a superpower that possessed the power of destruction might also have an antisocial personality.
But Su He was more... curious?
After killing the person, Su He did not retract his hand. Instead, he turned his palm over, as if he was curious about his hand for the first time.
What was it like to kill a mouse, what was it like to kill a kitten? She recorded her own reactions, knowing better than anyone what it meant.
The man who had just died gave Su He a reaction.
Before the execution, she approached the man, who was crying and snotting, mumbling to himself, begging desperately: "Please, please..."
Su He placed his hand on his shoulder before he heard the second half of his words, which he only said to Su He, "Please... kill me."
His pupils reflected Su He's red. It was not that he wanted to continue living, but that he was praying devoutly for Su He to grant him destruction and death.
Later, these words were engraved in her heart, "Please kill me."
She has learned everything about humans and other creatures. The first goal of all creatures must be survival. Why did humans give up on their own initiative?
For the first time, Su He felt curious about the world he lived in.
She stepped on the ashes of the dead and pondered this question from the end of a life: what kind of world is this? Why do humans choose destruction on their own initiative?
She killed men, killed women, killed children, killed babies.
During executions again and again, Su He continued to think about this question among the falling human corpses.
She saw the Kingdom of God for the first time. People looking up from below could only see the shadow of the Kingdom of God and the light emanating from above. The island floating in the air seemed like a masterpiece of the Creator, and it seemed like a divine realm that only existed in myths.
Su He looked up and realized that she had also become an object of admiration. Her level was second only to the people of the Divine Kingdom.
The highest operational order of the First Military Region is to protect the Kingdom of God. Their biggest enemy is the rebels. The confrontation between the rebels and the Federation has lasted for ninety years since the founding of the Federation.
Su He's work is more or less the same, destruction, only destruction.
Destroy buildings, destroy pollutants, and destroy the resistance.
She snapped her fingers again and again, killed people again and again, and this became more and more common to her. She took the psychological tests as usual and still performed at an extremely excellent level.
But she kept thinking of the same words, "Please...kill me."
Su He couldn't find the answer to the question. This sentence appeared more and more frequently, after every snap of his fingers, in the aftermath of buildings collapsing into ruins, and in the gaze of humans before death.
"Please kill me."
This is a proposition that belongs only to Su He, and he never stopped thinking about it until that day came.
In addition to destruction, Su He's main job is to show off.
When she first entered the First Military Region, she was like a new model of robot, requiring a press conference or exhibition. The attendees were basically the media and various investors. They invested money in this project and wanted to see the lethality of Su He's weapon.
Of course, there is another deterrent function for the enemy. After Su He appeared, the rebels' attacks on the First Military District and the homeland of the Kingdom of God decreased by 80%. She actually symbolizes peace in a certain sense.
So Su He spent some time on exhibition, or performing. She sat on the stage, answering some stupid questions with a blank expression, and listening to the nobles' exclamations of admiration.
"This is the latest model. She will ensure the safety of God's kingdom."
Su He listened to the host's nonsense as she scanned the crowd. She spotted two elderly men. One was Bao Ruiming, whose name tag identified him as an oceanographer. He appeared in a suit and tie, accompanied by an elderly woman. They were arm in arm, looking like a loving couple.
The old lady was wearing a tweed coat, her hair was gray, her face looked gray, her back was hunched, she was only 1.4 meters tall, and she walked with a stagger. Judging from her age, she was over 80 years old and might have experienced the demise of the old world.
The old lady looked at him with interest, but Su He didn't care.
"Su He can destroy the world with a snap of her fingers." The host winked playfully, trying to liven up the atmosphere. "Actually, her own destruction isn't necessary. This is a carefully planned move by our military. Just snap your fingers before killing someone."
The host rubbed his middle finger and thumb together, "Normally, we can only call the waiter by snapping our fingers."
This made everyone laugh. There was a burst of laughter from the crowd, but the host suddenly looked serious. "But she is different. When she snaps her fingers, it means destruction."
The host lowered his voice and pronounced the word "destruction" in a very depressing way. The lights suddenly dimmed, and a video of Su He performing a mission automatically played in the background. She appeared alone in a polluted area without any teammates. On the one hand, it was to highlight her strength, and on the other hand, no one dared to become her teammate.
So in all videos related to Su He, Su He looks very lonely. She appears in the video in military uniform with a federal medal on her arm, like a gun with a logo engraved on it.
In the promotional video, Su He snapped his fingers, and the contaminated area was destroyed, with surprised exclamations coming from the crowd.
Everyone looked at Su He's hands nervously. Her palms were naturally placed on her knees. They were a little afraid that Su He would suddenly snap her fingers and kill all of them.
But this is a product launch event, for fundraising, so of course it won’t be that tense, so the host came out appropriately to liven up the atmosphere.
"This is just an action designed to deter the enemy. We are not the enemy." At this point, the host snapped his fingers, making a crisp sound, like the sound of a gun being loaded, but of course nothing was destroyed.
The host asked everyone to give it a try. He took the lead in snapping his fingers, and a crisp sound erupted in the air, like the rhythm of a concert. Some people gradually followed suit, with a unique beat.
Click—click—
The sound of snapping fingers became faster and louder. Everyone found it fun and started shouting some boring slogans: "Su He! Su He!"
Su He's name and the sound of snapping fingers were intertwined, but Su He himself had a blank expression on his face.
The training Su He received could be said to be very cruel, killing everyone indiscriminately, but there was no clicking sound to give people a headache, and the people participating in the banquet were laughing, as if this was a grand entertainment.
The audience showed their white teeth, laughed wildly, and rubbed their fingers together.
Click-click-click——
There was a fire boiling in Su He's chest, which was hard to describe, as if snapping her fingers was some kind of mental pollution that was inducing her to destroy everyone. Her two fingers were already touching, and only a slight friction was needed.
Click——
She heard a slight sound, but the banquet hall did not turn to ashes. Something seemed to be changing in the air. The people around her froze, the expression on the face of the nearest guest solidified, and the laughter stopped.
Su He frowned. The banquet hall seemed to be controlled by a transparent hand. She didn't do anything. What kind of psychic power was it?
Su He saw the old lady in the crowd again, the oceanographer's wife.
She was as black as a withered tree, or a witch in a ghost story, but her eyes were full of love, like an elder looking at his granddaughter, or a superior looking at his heir.
Is it her?
A psychic sneaked into the press conference, bypassed the surveillance of artificial intelligence, and pulled Su He into a special space. Everyone, including Bao Ruiming, was frozen, and only the two of them could move freely.
It seemed as if there were only these two living people left in the world, or as if the whole world didn't matter.
Su He has always played the role of a weapon. He will not speak before others speak. This is a kind of arrogance, and of course it is also a privilege. Only when a weapon is silent can it have deterrence.
The old man spoke like a missionary: "Do you know the Resurgence Society?"
The enemy in the First Military District is the Resistance, and the Resurgence sounds like a religious organization.
After humans hid in the survivor base, various religions became popular, most of which were evil/cult organizations that harvested people's last bit of hope.
Su He put her hands on her knees. She didn't expect that a cult organization would want to recruit her. She felt it was a little ridiculous.
This world is a huge sieve with countless loopholes. The system maintained by Su He is in jeopardy, otherwise no one would be able to contact him in such an occasion.
Su He couldn't hide the contempt in his eyes, "What do you want to do with me?"
"Destruction." The old man replied.
"Nothing new," Su He sneered. She was already tired of her job. "What do you want to destroy?"
The old man said firmly: "Everything."
Su He was silent, and there was silence all around. Her hands on her knees were slightly curled up.
The old man's cloudy eyes stared into Su He's. "It's not just one person, not just any polluted area, but everything, including the kingdom of God floating in the air and the high walls that humans have painstakingly built. We must destroy everything, let the corpses become corpses, and let justice come."
The old man paused, "You are the Destroyer."
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