I give the world destruction and new life

Silence, an atmosphere of silence permeates the embarrassing relationship between the father and daughter. This is definitely the most complicated father-daughter relationship after the New Hope Era.

On the one hand is the vicious daughter who has grown distorted because of her father's neglect since she was a child, and on the other is the cruel father who simply severed the father-daughter relationship when he saw that his daughter was a bastard and couldn't be pulled back.

Oh, by the way, I have to add one more thing. After a shooting incident, this cruel father changed all his insurance beneficiaries to Tang Ji, and by the way, he also left all the inheritance rights to Tang Ji. Not going to leave it to my daughter.

By the way, Edward did feel sad for Wellington's choice for a while after Apocalypse Day, but it was only for a while. From the bottom of his heart, he had accepted the fact that the woman was dead.

But now, the other party reappeared, full of resentment
"Stacey, you're alive, I'm so..." Edward was still considering whether he should say happy, or surprised that his daughter had already started flirting.

"Call me Wellington, thank you. It's been almost 20 years since I changed my name." Wellington with short hair interrupted Edward's narration: "I'm here on behalf of Mr. Guswarta this time. We hope You can remain neutral in the conflict that may occur next, or simply, Mr. Guswarta does not want to have any misunderstanding with that little law enforcement officer because of your reasons."

"His name is Tang Ji, hell, I thought at least the end of the world can teach you what awe is!" Edward just said a few words to his daughter, and he felt his blood pressure rise quickly, as if everything was the same as it was 30 years ago.

From the looks of it, Stacey must have spent a lot of time in the dorm too, otherwise she wouldn't still look like she was in her early 30s.

"What are you in awe of? Awe that they have the courage to destroy this world? Let billions of people die? Hehe." Wellington sat there with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "So I should be grateful to Dade and thank them for destroying the old world? Thank them for allowing me to live like a mouse in the ground until now?"

"I called you," Edward explained weakly.

"I thank you for thinking of my daughter seven days before the day of the apocalypse." Wellington's smile remained the same, and he still looked irritating: "It's as reliable as ever, isn't it, Dad?"

When Dad said it in her mouth, the sarcasm rose to the extreme, and Edward couldn't stand it anymore: "You find someone to shoot me!"

"You have no proof!" Wellington laughed, "That's all your guesswork. As long as you don't hear me admit it, it's always a hypothesis, isn't it?"

Edward felt that his reason was gradually being filled with anger. He admitted that he had indeed neglected to care for his daughter for a while, but he never thought that the relationship between the two parties would eventually evolve to the present state.

Thinking about what she had done over the years, Edward felt that his brain was in chaos, his breathing became difficult, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears. He stretched out a finger and pointed at the other party to say something, but his tongue couldn't help it. Can't straighten.

"Okay, old guy, don't pretend to be like this, okay? You played once when you were 40 years old!" Wellington was still sitting on the chair, and he didn't realize this time until Edward suddenly fell to the ground. The other party is not joking.

It was too late to say anything at this time, this was a refuge, not Edward's well-equipped apartment, and Wellington wanted to call a doctor, so he had to run out and call for someone.

But the moment she got up to open the door, Wellington actually hesitated. A smile gradually appeared on the corner of her mouth as she watched Edward lying on the ground. She hated this man so much. They were like the two farthest corners of the world. A cell is all the opposite.

On his deathbed, Edward saw the smile on the corner of Wellington's mouth. At this moment, he was finally willing to call him Wellington, a bastard who had no blood relationship with him.

"That's right, I got a fool to shoot you! It was me! It's all because of you bastard who wanted to leave everything to that little lawman! You have no right to do that!" Wellington finally admitted For the crimes she committed, she suppressed her hysterical emotions and said in a trembling voice: "That's what my mother left for me!"

"Don't say that name out of that mouth of yours! You don't deserve it!" This was definitely not the last word Edward wanted to leave, so he forced his own death to take a step back: "You should have taken care of her at home! You promised Pass me! But where have you been!"

Edward's words unraveled the beginning of mutual hatred between the father and daughter. The seriously ill mother, the busy father in a high position, and a rebellious daughter finally led to a tragedy.

Wellington's face was grim for a moment, and then he forced himself to restore the previous mocking smile: "So what! She will die sooner or later! No one can save her! It's either that night or another night. Does blaming me make you feel better!"

Seeing Edward's tendency to come back to life, Wellington simply kept on doing nothing, riding on his father's chest and grabbing him by the throat with both hands: "You should have died a long time ago! Old bastard! Now everything about you is blown to ashes, What else can be left for him! Isn't he your favorite! Isn't he known as the strongest in the world! Let him save you!"

Edward's face was flushed due to the dual effects of psychology and physiology, and his blood vessels were bulging. He stared into Wellington's eyes, trying to find a trace of regret, but there was nothing. He was completely overwhelmed by hatred and jealousy. devoured.
Of course, there may still be anger, but Edward is even more angry than Wellington. He wished he could burn this 'man' to death with the flames of hatred like Tang Ji.
The next second, Edward suddenly felt a icy coolness in his hand, a pistol. Edward, who has many years of shooting experience, immediately realized what he was holding even when he was dying.

A pistol, a revolver. The surface has been brushed metal. It feels a little rough to the touch. It is heavy in the hand. It is a good gun. It is a prelude, a prelude to Tang Ji.

Snapped!
Edward hit Wellington hard on the forehead with the butt of the gun, and the painful Wellington immediately lost most of his strength. No matter how many prosthetic bodies he implanted in order to become a man, ten years have passed, and now Not much left to use.

"You asked me just now why he didn't come to rescue me?" Edward felt as if his body had fully recovered at this time, got up from the ground, pointed the gun at Wellington and replied, "Now he is here."

Bah!
In the past few days, try the chapter after twelve o'clock in the evening, and the update time of the chapter in the afternoon