Overturned Tower

Gray, dull, dim.

The gray filter like an old movie envelopes the whole world, giving people a sense of quiet and distant memories.

It was as if what was happening in front of him was not the present... but the "past" performed in pantomime.

The low, depressed and stagnant color gave Mahavira a strong sense of security at this moment.

Because he immediately recognized the holder of this spiritual power.

——Silence.

Or……

"The inferior..."

Mahavira murmured unconsciously.

——Be quiet and listen to my voice attentively.

The spirit of youth declares so openly.

All this is just like the scene I saw when I was a child, except that there is a difference between us and the enemy.

The overwhelming drones were like moths flying into the flames in front of the man.

Mahavira opened his eyes slightly.

There is no doubt that it is the spiritual power of the "inferior" man.

Even if you hang yourself, you can't hear your own voice.

"Our 'great hero'..."

The low and magnetic voice of the inferior was like reciting a modern poem: "Mahabhara... a good name. Better than strangulation... better to say, much better."

Of course, in the realm of silence for the inferior, there is only one person who can speak out.

The listener naturally cannot resist the speaker.

With the clear and clear sound of a lighter being lit, the surrounding sound waves roared and spread, making the whole world blurry. It's like the smoke floating above when grilling food.

The next moment, the drone swarm that came again exploded again.

Metal shards were like falling black snow. And more drones are like swarms of locusts, rushing towards the inferior ones.

Following the direction in which they came and the starting point of the invisible ripples, Mahavira saw the figure of the inferior one.

The inferior person is holding his hand in front of his mouth, using a lighter to light a cigarette for himself in an orderly manner. Fire light rose in his palm, and in the black snow, the drone was still approaching him.

Mahavira subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to protect the inferior with a lightless shield.

But the inferior just raised his eyes and glanced at him. The teasing and recognition in his eyes made the strangled hand pause slightly.

"Thanks. But no need."

The bad guy chewed his cigarette and said vaguely.

As the bad guy casually clicked on his metal lighter, the crisp knocking sound echoed in the distance.

It was as if it was not buckling the lighter, but rather banging the triangle iron hard. The melodious voice echoed in the gray-white sky and earth...the farther away from him, the sharper and more violent the voice became. It was like the whistling of a microphone, or like a bomber dropping bombs getting closer and closer.

The invisible sound wave turned into a tangible shock wave, instantly slapping away and dispersing the falling black snow. Those black metal scraps were nailed to the surrounding building walls. Together with the group of drones in the sky, they were torn apart by the twisted power in the blink of an eye and thrown around.

Just by turning on the lighter, a huge circular hole was suddenly opened in the dark sky directly above the inferior, covered by a swarm of drones - leading straight into the gray sky.

When the human sea tactics are inferior to a certain extent, they will lose all meaning to the inferior ones. For the bad, just small actions such as snapping fingers, walking, swinging a lighter, etc., and the sound waves are multiplied can destroy these scum.

When watching the drone swarm attack for the third time, the inferior showed a look of impatience on his face.

"Have they always been so fond of doing useless work?"

The inferior one sighed: "Can you get out of here? Have some brains, gentlemen? It's useless to do this kind of waste ten times more."

Just a plain whisper.

But it was as if his words were really understood by the drone swarm.

It was as if the annealing device had recognized the identity of the Inferior, or as if the board of directors had issued an evacuation order... In short, after being easily destroyed by the Inferior in three waves, those drones had been circling for a long time, and then they actually dispersed.

Hangzhou finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the radiance emanating from his body gradually extinguished.

He looked at the inferior one and hesitated to speak.

The inferior turned back to look at Strangler, the corners of his mouth raised slightly. The gray curtain covering the entire world faded away, and the inferior was withdrawn into the shadow behind him.

"Um?"

The bad guy held a cigarette in his mouth and looked over with a half-smile: "What's wrong, lion? With this expression...does he have something to say?"

"...No, it's nothing."

Mahavira's expression froze slightly, he took the initiative to look away and changed the topic: "When did you come back?"

He had heard the Inferior's words mocking him before, and thought that the Inferior was really hiding aside to watch the fun. He waited until he was in danger before finally deciding to help.

But now he looked at the stains on the inferior man's body, and he suddenly came to his senses.

The bad ones are not hiding. The man who feels uncomfortable without ridiculing others is just a habitual high-pitched person.

The bad guy is now standing on the street opposite the prosthetic hospital, that is, behind Strangler, without moving a step.

He had been here before and wasn't hiding. It was just because he was too focused before the strangulation and put all his attention on Xiaoya, the prosthetic hospital and the drone that he didn't even see his colleague standing in front of him.

"Oh, just now. Not long ago, I was lamenting my brother's incompetence - until I struggled back on my own, you couldn't find me. If I really expected you to save me, I'd probably turn into a sausage. Not to you."

The inferior raised his eyes and taunted.

His last words were the slang among those on Happy Island. Although it is said to be a slang, it has actually become harmless and has become a kind of joke-like meme - a popular meme among uncensored people and some "uncoded culture enthusiasts" in uptown schools.

Usually when threatening to kill someone, they would say something like "I'll make you into a sausage"... which probably means something similar to "Sink in Tokyo Bay" or "One of the West Lake Deluxe Seats".

When Zhuo Zhu heard this, his expression became a little strange.

"...Stop talking about sausages," Strangler shook his head, "It's not good to be heard."

"Huh? You mean...this kind of thing really happens?" On the contrary, the inferior one was a little surprised.

He just made a joke and didn't take it seriously.

As a result, the reaction to strangulation was so big?

"Well, more than ten years ago. It was quite popular."

Strangler sighed with a complicated expression: "Before I saw you for the first time... at that time, I also threw living people into it."

Because the uncensored people on Happy Island all live in the lower city area, which is the automatic factory area.

There was a time when the forces in Xiacheng District were very chaotic. Counting up the uncensored people, they more or less have their own backend and organization, and no one dares to use their own body to test the other's backend. However, there are also special cases where the opponent must be killed despite knowing this situation, such as vendetta, assassination, or robbery and then silencing them.

At that time, you have to find a way to dispose of the other party's body. It is unreliable to throw it in the garbage area, and it is easy for someone to dig it out and check for traces. In the era when Strangler's father opened an underground boxing ring, there were people who liked to throw all the corpses into the sausage factory to destroy the traces of the corpses... The uncensored people were also happy to disgust the residents of the uptown area in this way. Some people who were kidnapped in Uptown and had their tickets ripped off ended up in a sausage factory—occasionally, a video and a sausage were sent back.

This kind of thing could easily make the news. And once it hits the newspapers, it will serve as a deterrent to other uptown residents whose families have been kidnapped.

In that era, uncensored people basically followed the chain of contempt of "large organizations act like dogs to companies", "small organizations act like dogs to middlemen", and "those who work alone are not as good as dogs". Kidnapping is an industry that everyone can do... Some kidnap rivals for company executives to engage in business wars, some accept second-hand mercenary orders from unknown party A, and some simply tinker with something for themselves.

"I'm not saying that today's uncoded people have any noble morals..."

Strangulation shook his head with a complicated expression and whispered: "But more than ten years ago, it was much more degenerate than it is now. At that time, the lower city area had just begun to become lawless... It was truly disorderly. .”

To be precise, they were the "older generation of uncensored people" who strangled his father. Their methods were ruthless and psychologically twisted. When they ruled Xiacheng District, even if every one of the uncensored people in Xiacheng District was shot and killed, there would definitely be something missing.

Later, the mages appeared.

These young people are able to communicate and learn in the dream world, and their spells are not like psionic beings that can easily get out of control if they use too much psionic energy. The first thing the young mages did was to kill these "old guys".

Later, after the three pillars of discord, malt liquor, and strangulation, Lower City became much cleaner. Since then, most bodies have been dumped directly into garbage disposal plants. Of course, it is not ruled out that there are still older generations of uncensored people who hate uptown and will dump the corpses in the sausage factory - but this makes no sense at all. In fact, it can only disgust them mentally.

Because of the extremely complex detection, separation, sterilization, and cooking systems of the sausage factory, any "material" can be made into sausages with the same texture and taste. Not to mention throwing bodies in, even throwing shit in is useless. All unused waste materials will be automatically separated and discharged.

In fact, I didn't think there was anything wrong with this before.

——The gentlemen in the uptown area don’t treat these uncoded people as human beings, so there is no need for these uncoded people with no education, no job, and no family to be polite. They are completely opposite.

After kidnapping someone, if the other party informed the execution department, it would be reasonable to throw the person into a sausage factory, or directly record the person in an 18G video and send it back as punishment and revenge.

...But now, the strangulation has become a little tense.

For some reason, he didn't want Xiaoya to hear this kind of thing. The lives of the Uncensored on Yongquan Island made him envious... Even those Uncensored who were reduced to coolies and slaves were not considered miserable at all in the eyes of Strangler. Compared with Happy Island, this place is indeed a paradise on earth.

If the dark jokes from Happy Island were told, Xiaoya might be frightened.

The inferior looked at him strangely, and exclaimed in amazement: "In the end, I really... saw an extremely rare scene.

"It turns out that you can also sacrifice for someone you just met. It's amazing. Are you in love?"

"Huh? How is that possible? Are you mocking me?"

Strangulation frowned: "It was my fault that I couldn't find you, and it was also my fault that I was rescued by you. If you want to laugh at me, just keep it short."

——There are still some urgent matters now.

Mahavira said in a low voice, stretched out his hand and pinched his collar with some discomfort.

It's so ironic... When I wanted to live in the past, I was always cursed and told, 'Go and die'. Now we are all ready to die, but we are being cried out to live.

When Xiaoya finally shouted his name hoarsely, the sound made Mahavira feel heartbroken.

...As a result, I am not dead now.

If she found out about this, would she feel that her feelings were wasted?

Hangzhou looked at the hospital with some hesitation. I want to go in but I dare not.

——Forget it, let’s go in and take a look.

He still wanted to know how Xiaoya, who was thrown directly into the situation, was doing now.

The situation was urgent before and he had no time to think about it. But now that the alarm was lifted, Hang Sang couldn't help but wonder whether Xiaoya would have twisted her neck when she landed, or simply fell to the point of fainting; whether the prosthetic doctor could handle such a wound, or whether he could You're not here at all now, you just happened to go out?

Compared with non-urgent matters such as "how did the bad guy escape" and "why can he speak again?", the human life in front of you is more important. He had to make sure that Xiaoya was really being rescued by doctors.

He didn't want the life he had risked his life to save to be ruined again because of a strange little oversight.

If the doctor is really not here, he must take Xiaoya to other hospitals immediately.

"No, I'm serious... I underestimated you. I originally thought that you, a brainless lion, was also a 'scum'."

The bad guy was holding a cigarette in his mouth, with a complicated expression: "In the end, you actually chose to save other people first over your own life... This is not the ruthless 'strangling' I know.

"Or, should I just call you Mahavira from now on? Does the name Mahavira... mean a great hero? Or should I call you Mahavira?"

"...It's up to you."

Strangler bared his teeth, and the lion's face was frightening: "I'll talk about those long-winded things of yours later... I'll go and see what's going on first."

"Oh, then go ahead."

The inferior man just stood there motionless, watching Mahavira approach him with hesitant and cautious steps. It was as if it was not a hospital, but an enemy camp full of ambushes.

Tsk…

He took a long drag on the cigarette and looked at Mahavira's back with a confused expression.

The bad guys also know the details of strangulation.

Although he didn't know enough about magic, he could still tell that the lightless shield activated before strangulation was definitely fueled by "love"... Only the emotion of "love" can be so bright and stable, and can be used at the same time It attaches to the two people, and becomes fierce at the same time with the separation of the two and the sacrifice of strangulation.

Is it the love between the victim and the rescued...

...I have only been away for a day. What is going on? Is it possible for love to exist "in one day" in this world? The most unbelievable thing is that it actually happened to that bloodless and tearless villain?

Could it be that I was not in a coma for half a day, but half a month?

The inferior ones are filled with doubts.

He felt like he'd missed a season.

"...that's fine. The most powerful thing about love is its influence."

He sighed and softly recited a poem that Russell had read: "'I would rather walk with the walkers than stand and watch the procession pass by'..."

He looked around, planning to find an intact door and quickly tell Ultramarine the news.

——The lion has finally come to our side now.

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