Marvel: I am the leader of the mutant race

Chapter 140 140: Atonement for me

Arrogant laughter came from outside the narrow passage. Jack squatted at the entrance of the passage, paying no attention to the cold rain that had covered his calves. He even sat down directly, just to have a clear view of what was going on inside the passage. Mark trudging on: "Did you see that, Mark?"

"The truth behind Roland's death is not this wonderful heavy rain, nor this narrow passage. He didn't drown. He was pushed into the water by your own hands and soaked to death!"

Mark in the passage plunged his head directly into the cold rain, because only in this way could he see more of what was happening ahead.

The more he watched, the more desperate he became. Little Mark's extremely vicious words and cruel methods made the pain in his heart directly cover the pain of his broken shoulder. He couldn't believe it and didn't want to believe that his lovely brother could actually... He was killed by his own hands!
He stopped squirming like he was dying, and stopped his belief in stopping all this. He only felt that his world became dim in an instant. After so many years of self-education and paralysis, after witnessing what was happening now, After everything, it instantly turned into a shameful joke.

"Roland, I killed him with my own hands..."

Mark looked at the murder scene only a few meters away from him. He no longer had any extra thoughts or thoughts in his heart. Looking at Roland who was gradually no longer struggling and the ferocious-looking little Mark on top of him, he feebly moved his entire head. Smashed into the cold water: "Mom, you are right..."

"I killed my brother..."

As if sensing Mark's heart, behind him, Jack's wild laughter that had fallen silent sounded again: "Do you think you only killed your brother, Mark?"

"Let me show you the second truth you don't know!"

Jack stood upright from the water outside the passage. He pressed his hands hard on the cave wall soaked by the running water. With the changes in his mind and spirit, the dim cave began to move from the place where it met his palms. Begins to blur quickly.

At this time, the anxious shouts of Mark's parents could be heard outside the cave. After discovering that it started to rain, they immediately rushed to the cave without stopping, but they were obviously too late: little Mark was trapped in the water. Little Roland had stopped moving at all, and little Mark, who was pressing his brother, also returned to his innocent and cute appearance after another strange twitch.

Mark felt the pressure around him suddenly disappear. The moment before the space in his sight changed, he saw the "survived" little Mark hugging his younger brother and shaking wildly with a look of horror on his face. This scene had happened countless times before. In his nightmare...

The sudden feeling of weightlessness swept over Mark instantly.

Before he could react, he fell heavily on the stairs winding downwards. The piercing pain instantly swept through his body from his broken shoulder. For a moment, he couldn't control his body at all and could only Tumbled down the stairs.

The broken shoulder blade shattered into countless tiny bone fragments in the repeated squeezing and collisions. They penetrated into the muscles and blood vessels near the broken bone regardless of whether they were friend or foe, tearing apart the already serious internal injuries again. split, expand.

Just when Mark thought he was about to faint from the endless pain, his falling body was stopped by the dark personality Jack who had put on a new set of dry and comfortable clothes at some point. down.

"Do you recognize this place, my dear Mark?"

Jack stretched out his right hand, put five fingers on Mark's broken left shoulder with a smile on his face, and rubbed it fiercely. Seeing the latter's face covered with blood in pain, he seemed to get great satisfaction: " Spacious street, friendly neighbors, comfortable three-story loft..."

Mark gritted his teeth, not wanting to let himself cry out in pain in front of this perverted dark personality, because he knew that once he showed weakness, what he would receive would never be sincere pity and sympathy from the other party, but more cruel abuse and attacks.

The dark personality Jack saw that Mark was still so stubborn despite his ravages. He was very angry and cursed at Mark on the ground. Then he took out a pair of shining silver handcuffs from the inner pocket of his leather jacket. When Mark was extremely angry, he He handcuffed it on Mark's wrist in his eyes.

This was not over yet. Jack circled around Mark a few times with his hands behind his back on the ground, then touched his jacket, took out a pair of cuffs, and locked them on Mark's ankles. He nodded with satisfaction and said: "This is all for your own good, my dear Mark."

"Whatever happens next may make you furious and crazy. In order to prevent you from being able to fully understand what is about to happen, I have to restrict your actions... I hope you can understand my good intentions. "

When a person encounters a huge blow, his ability to resist injury will be greatly improved. Whether it is mental injury or physical injury, they will always show astonishing indifference.

That's how Mark is now.

After being intercepted by Jack's foot, he immediately began to use his mental will to heal his broken left shoulder. He knew that if he could not get out of the negative state as soon as possible, he would have no chance to face Jack's dark personality. The odds are stacked against you.

Until now, although he was not very clear about the meaning of Jack taking him to watch these cruel truths, he knew exactly what he was going to do - look for opportunities, seize opportunities, and completely eliminate this dark, evil, cruel, and crazy set. Waiting for Jack who is full of all kinds of negative emotions!

Jack didn't understand Mark's inner thoughts. Regarding the latter's silence, he just assumed that the latter was still fighting the pain.

He didn't know what kind of blessing Mark had received from Yuri's magic circle. The various cruel "truths" that he believed could consume Mark's mental power and willpower had become the perfect way to stimulate the growth of the latter's mental power and willpower. food.

Do not erupt in silence, die in silence.

There is no doubt that Mark's choice is the former.

Jack stood on a slightly higher step, grabbed Mark's back collar like a chicken, and made him stand up from the ground. Under his violent drag, the two of them pushed each other forward and backward. We arrived at the lobby on the first floor of this small building.

Mark saw his mother cleaning the house.

The death of the youngest son, the running away of the eldest son, and the successive tragedies in the world have fallen on this poor woman one after another. Fortunately, she has a responsible and patient husband. When he was so sad that he wanted to commit suicide countless times, he It will always give her hope and motivation to continue living, just like the little life that has just been born in her belly!
Mark, who walked down the stairs in silence, couldn't bear it anymore after seeing his mother. After learning that he really killed his brother, the mother who always abused and beat him in his childhood memories, He has changed from a perpetrator who did not know right from wrong to a punisher who helped him atone for his sins.

He broke away from Jack's intentionally loosened hand and wanted to rush to his mother's side, but the shackles on his feet restricted his movements, but the thirty-centimeter chain made it difficult for him to move slowly.

"Mommy mommy!"

Mark bent over towards the woman who had just finished wiping the table and was sitting on a lounge chair by the window. He called her diligently, but the latter did not respond at all as if she was deaf.

Jack behind him unhurriedly brought a chair and sat on it. He tilted his head, and while paying attention to the cars coming and going from time to time outside the window, he said casually: "This is just memory, my dear Mark, everything." Everything will run according to everything that has happened in the memory. As outsiders, we cannot affect everything that is happening or will happen here." As he spoke, Mark had already arrived in front of his mother, and he carefully stretched out the handcuffs. His bound hands wanted to touch the mother he had misunderstood for many years again, but what he couldn't accept was that his hands seemed to have passed through a layer of virtual projection and went straight from the chair he was sitting on. The mother penetrated the past.

"I'm sorry, Mom."

Mark knelt down in front of his mother in despair. He bent down and slammed his head on the soft carpet: "I killed Roland, I drowned him in the cave, I was wrong. You, I destroyed the whole family... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

"Stupid idea."

The dark personality Jack who was sitting on the chair watching the show obviously had his own opinions. He stood up from the chair and kicked it over. He pointed at Mark angrily and cursed as he walked: "You are really stupid. Big fool!"

"Roland's birth took away everything from you. This woman always ordered you to help him, be humble to him, and protect him. Even if that damn guy made a mistake, she would ask you to forgive him, and even directly give him the money that he shouldn't have. The punishment you bear is upon you!"

"I'm not wrong! You're not wrong! It's this stupid woman who's wrong!"

Mark turned around amid Jack's roars. He stood up with difficulty and asked Jack sternly: "Let me ask you, has this situation changed after killing Roland?"

"You are not solving my problems, you are creating disasters for me!"

Unlike Mark's imagination, Jack did not reflect on himself after hearing these words. Instead, after looking out the window, he laughed happily: "You are right, my dear Mark."

"After killing Mark again, I did find that the problem that troubled us has not been solved. After further thinking, I understood - instead of trying every possible means to solve the problem, it is better to directly kill the people who caused the problem!"

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang on the door facing the street. Jack proudly pointed at the closed door and showed off: "So, I'm here!"

Through the window, Mark saw a taxi with its lights flashing and its door locked by the owner. The owner of this taxi was wearing a peaked cap that completely covered his face, pressing the button over and over again. Ringing the doorbell outside the gate.

When the other person accidentally raised his head, Mark saw his face: the facial features that he saw every day in the mirror, the gloomy and crazy eyes, the familiar peaked cap of the leather jacket...

He turned around, stared at Jack who was laughing wildly in the room, and said angrily: "What the hell do you want to do!"

The mother on the seat by the window had already stood up and walked towards the door. Like a shadow, she passed directly through Mark who was blocking her. In the latter's desperate eyes and Jack's crazy laughter, she was very surprised. Opening the door to the devil outside the door as usual!
"Mom, long time no see."

Jack outside the door raised his head, and the exposed cheek made the mother at the door stunned for a moment. After she reacted, she immediately lowered her face and wanted to keep the former out, but how could a pregnant housewife withstand the strength? How about a special soldier who just returned from the army?

Jack pressed the door with one hand and squeezed into the house in an instant. Then he quickly closed the door and locked it completely. Then he breathed intoxicatedly at this "home" that he had left for a long time. "the taste of.

"Mom, I came to say goodbye to you."

At this time, Jack showed a different kind of relief. He glanced at his mother's slightly swollen belly, and fiercely pushed away the woman who was blocking his way and constantly scolding and beating him. He stepped onto the steps, The two chased each other and disappeared into the stairwell.

"Aren't you going to have a look?"

Jack followed the two of them and waved to Mark with a smile on his face: "For me, everything that happens next is a memory worth cherishing for a lifetime. I am very generous. Dear Mark, I am really willing to share this moment with you." Sharing the memory with you!”

"Shut your stinky mouth!"

Listening to the faint screams of women and the laughter of men, he had already guessed what was going to happen next. Looking at the dark personality Jack who also disappeared into the stairwell, blue veins instantly appeared on his neck. On the forehead, even at the corners of the eyes!
The unspeakable anger and humiliation turned into extremely powerful spiritual energy. In just a moment, the left shoulder that was broken by his own hands returned to its original state with his thoughts. He lowered his head and looked at the wrist and ankle that were tightly locked. There was a "bang" sound from the two handcuffs, and the two things broke and shattered on their own in an instant.

Not only that, starting from the floor he was standing on, the surrounding environment began to rapidly blur, collapse, and destroy. Countless virtual memory illusions seemed to be ignited and turned into little bits of fly ash floating in the air, before everything completely dissipated. The moment before, Mark turned his head slightly and saw his current appearance in the large standing mirror next to the door:

Wearing moon-white shroud armor, holding a crescent-shaped dark golden scimitar, his two eyes shone with the brightest moonlight ever seen before. Against the backdrop of the crescent-shaped mark that also shimmered slightly between his forehead and eyebrows, he looked like The moon god comes to the world.

The mirror disappears.

The pure white corridor of memory appears again.

Jack, who was forced to recall his memories, looked at the extremely familiar costume in front of him with horror. He ignored his naked lower body and pointed at Mark who was charging towards him with a machete and asked: "Damn guy. !what did you do to me!"

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

The scimitars fell on Jack one after another. Before the latter could scream, his body was separated and his body was broken into thousands of pieces. The second before his consciousness completely disappeared, he heard the voice coming from the shroud armor. The deep voice came out: "Kill you to atone for my sins!"

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(End of this chapter)