Chapter 279 Because He is the King
"Boss!"
The man in red flew and moved behind the crown, and his rapidly changing positions showed his extremely unstable heart.
"Why would we surrender to the authorities? We came out today to capture that fat girl and report back!"
"Just catch her and hand her over to the lab. Why change your mind at the last minute?"
"Betrayal? Why?"
"If you want to betray, why did you join in the first place?!"
"You know the consequences of betrayal better than anyone, Boss!"
"It doesn't matter to us. We are just minions. We can find a living elsewhere if we leave Saint Yes, but you are an apostle!"
"You're going to die!"
“You’ll die!”
His sharp roars became more hysterical as more and more blood oozed from the crown's body.
If this goes on, maybe Wang Guan won't die yet, but he will go crazy first.
The strong man reached out and pulled him down as he floated past, holding him down tightly.
"Stop shouting! He's doing his best to fight the backlash. Can't you see? If you want him dead, just shout as loud as you can and disrupt him as much as you can."
One sentence made the man in red shut up.
But he was still very excited and couldn't calm down, with violent energy fluctuations emanating from his body.
"Why, I don't understand! Why would he betray me!"
The man in red muttered to himself, staring intently at the blood-stained figure in front of him.
"Oh, you ask why?" The strong man's face became a little colder, and he also stared at the back in front of him, but he was not indignant, and there was only endless admiration in his eyes.
After a pause, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Because he is our king."
"king?"
The man in red was stunned.
The title of Wang no longer exists since the mob base in City C was wiped out.
Leading the mob to loot the city was like a middle school dream. The dream was shattered and I was ashamed to mention it afterwards.
They changed the name of the crown to Boss.
The strong man once again brought up the title of king.
He took a step forward, stepping on the bloody footprints left by the "King", one by one, following the traces left by the crown.
"You're still a child," he said.
The man in red retorted: "I had been working for several years before the apocalypse. What kid? Don't talk to me in that tone."
"You still don't understand the importance of family."
The red-dressed man's expression changed, and a thin blade lit up between his fingers: "You'd better be polite."
When they first arrived in Beijing, the three of them went to the man in red's home to look for him because he was from Beijing. However, they found only corpses in the ruins, broken and rotten, and it was unbearable to look at. They all found a safe place and buried the corpses.
A giant man who had seen him grieve over the loss of a loved one, yet he said he didn't understand the importance of family?
The man in red was angry.
The strong man ignored the cold light in front of him and just concentrated on walking along the bloody footprints of the crown.
"We buried your parents and several close relatives with our own hands. You knelt in front of their graves and kowtowed, promising their spirits that you would live well and let them rest assured. You cried bitterly, and we felt so bad for you, too."
"But is that enough?"
"Just living well, is that enough?"
"Are there really spirits in heaven? That's actually the way the living comfort themselves."
The questioning of the strong man left the man in red speechless, and his face, covered by the red scarf, changed again and again.
"What do you want to say? What does my family have to do with the boss's betrayal?"
The powerful man said, "Wang betrayed the Council of Elders for the sake of his surviving relatives, for you and me, and for our other relatives and friends who might still be alive. Can't you see that?"
St. Jesus is powerful, and the Presbyterian Church is even more powerful. Will they be able to rule the world and call the wind and rain one day by following the Presbyterian Church?
But what's the use?
What's the point of calling the shots in a dark world?
Compared to this, being able to live in the bright world, even if you are just an ordinary person and only live for one day, is okay.
The moment Wang Guan asked to see the leader, the strong man saw through Wang Guan's intention.
"If it were me, I would do the same." He said knowingly.
Before the end of the world, they went on a trip to City C as a small group of travel buddies. Later, by some strange coincidence, they became awakened people who were mutated by Aunt He's laboratory. They developed into thugs according to the instructions, looted the city, and did whatever they wanted in the world destroyed by the strong wind.
It was truly a dark time when people were unbridled, their desires were inflated, and they were ignorant of the immensity of the world.
Perhaps they were stimulated by the destruction of the world, or perhaps they despaired of the future and life, and like many villains in the apocalypse, they released the evil side of human nature.
Until the death of one companion after another woke them up little by little.
It was not until the cold-blooded cruelty of Aunt He's laboratory that they began to think about what the world really looks like.
The strong man didn't know whether the man in red had thought deeply about it, and it seemed that he hadn't.
But he does.
He felt the crown as well.
After capturing Marshall, obtaining information about the Presbyterian Church and joining it seemed to have only prolonged the previous dark times and developed them to the extreme.
What is the peak of darkness?
I've seen it, and I don't like it.
He yearns for light.
Move closer to the light and become that light yourself.
Work hard for the living, instead of just comforting the dead and deceiving yourself.
"King, please stay alive." The strong man quickened his pace, caught up with Wang Guan, and walked side by side with him.
"Let's go to Su Town together and rebuild the kingdom again. This time, there won't be any thugs," he said.
"You are still our king."
"I'll always follow you. In this boring world, let's do something interesting together."
The crown was covered in blood, staggering and staggering.
His eyes were vacant, as if he hadn't heard anything.
The strong man stopped talking and said nothing more. He just walked silently beside him.
Only the crown can fight against the backlash. Others can do nothing and accompanying is unnecessary.
Plop.
Suddenly, the crown fell to the ground.
Like scattered building blocks, the limbs were separated from the torso and fell a long way, with only the head still connected to the torso.
He was in pieces.
There was blood all over the ground.
The man in red screamed and flew over, and the man with great strength was also so shocked that he stood still.
Dead...dead?
Didn't the confrontation succeed after all?
"He, he... can be said to have made an all-out contribution for us who are still alive." The strong man opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to find his voice, and he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"We can't let his death be in vain. Let's... take the documents and go to Su Town, bring his family with us, and build a kingdom there."
The strong man had burst into tears without knowing when. He squatted down, groped on the blood-covered body, and searched his pockets for the official territory document.
"Yes, yes, yes..." The man in red was stunned and could only say this one word.
"Here."
The strong man found the document, took it out and held it in his hand, his hands were shaking.
Wow!
Wow!
The mutated crows circled in the sky, as if they had smelled the scent of death here.
The blood on the ground tempted them, and they were ready to pounce and feast at any time.
"squeak--"
Suddenly, there was a sharp sound like a blade scraping against glass.
The document in the strong man's hand suddenly sank.
On the alloy document, there was a blood-stained finger bone hanging.
Crunch, crunch, the finger bones dragged the document hard, making a sharp friction sound.
"……king?!"
The strong man stared at the finger bone in shock.
Then, look at the body and limbs where the crown is scattered.
The bones moved with a snap, and the flesh squeezed and expanded with a puff.
The crown's body, which had been scattered, was reassembled bit by bit under the horrified gaze of his two subordinates.
The lips soaked in blood suddenly moved and uttered a word.
"I'm not dead yet. You're trying to rob me of my lord's documents. Are you planning a rebellion?"
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