Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

In the quiet and desolate alley, a torrential rain sounded.

It was the whistling of a big stick breaking through the air, the sound of shattering bones, a miserable howl, and a beating of the flesh. The shimmering purple shadow reflected the illusory shadow, filling the dank and cold air with a burning smell.

Sire Hall, a young and handsome Albanian, his face was pale, he slowly sat down leaning against the wall, and all the bones in his body were aching.

The screams of his companions were still in his ears. He looked up at the sky from the dilapidated streets and alleys. The surrounding sounds gradually dissipated, leaving only his heavy breathing and clear heartbeat.

I just felt that this day was unreal and unreal, as if I had taken too many drugs.

In the "business" of the gang, he outsmarted the faction.

That is, through his own fashionable outfits, handsome appearance and enthusiastic smile, he can reduce the vigilance of a stupid girl who has no experience in the world and has fantasies about London. His work place is usually in the station, airport and other areas. The young women, who were alone and looking around, then accosted them, sent out invitations, and offered suggestions to go with them—either by extracting the address details of each other, or directly stunned by medication.

He has been doing this for many years, but he has to admit that among the many prey he has participated in, no one can compare with the girl he saw today.

Pure and hot, pure and charming.

He was just around the corner, and the male possessiveness was unprecedentedly aroused. He even wanted to hide this elf-like girl as his private property, instead of handing it over to the gang to make money - he believed that all gang members who had seen her would make such a choice.

But just as he was about to implement his plan and consider how to keep his two companions a secret, the unexpected happened.

He encountered an unimaginable situation.

As an Albanian gang member, when he was about to attack an innocent girl, he was blocked by the sudden appearance of a justice messenger.

The other party wore the headgear of the American commander, and made a purple thermoplastic elastomer thread into the beaded Dior, flying like a Jedi.

He said three sentences in total.

"No one knows crime better than I do."

Then Xi Lei was swept up against the wall by a sling.

"Removing that will only affect the speed at which I can get out of Dior."

Then his big man who was more than 1.9 meters tall and weighed more than 200 pounds, who was very good at street melee, was hit by a stick in the chin, and the whole person flew one meter and fell to the ground.

"The turtle with nine heads flashes in a row!"

This English sentence was even more strange, but Xi Lei was horrified to see that with this shout, the purple horror thing shook out a shocking phantom in an instant, as if there were nine big Dior in the All of a sudden, from a different direction, he unleashed a frantic beating on his little companion.

A series of terrifying explosions was like hail slamming against a window, and his companion's body shook like an electric shock, backed away, and then crashed to the ground, unable to get up again.

He tried to escape, but fear kept him from getting up.

He watched in disbelief as "Trump" pulled his sword handsomely like a Japanese samurai in a movie.

He even had hallucinations, because two large black characters condensed out of thin air in the air. If he knew Chinese, he would be able to recognize them. Those two characters are...

- Murder.

Omg.

In the end what happened.

What the **** is going on here?

This kind of thing, even if you call the police for help, you won't be believed.

When preparing to commit the crime, he was beaten a few times by a person wearing Achuan's hood who suddenly appeared holding a toy. The terrible thing in the other's hand actually cut off the Nepalese saber drawn by his friend.

Xi Lei couldn't bear it any longer and shouted loudly, "Help! Help! Please call the police! Call the police!"

"Trump" turned to look at him.

The Albanian suddenly closed his mouth.

He swears that he finally has a real sense of the strength and might of the United States of America, whose economic, military and cultural hegemony has condensed into a terrifying entity at this moment, allowing their country's great leader to rely on only one The headgear can make him feel the fear penetrating into the bone marrow.

-Even if the other party still holds a few handfuls in his hand.

"Trump" is walking towards him.

The footsteps, heavier than the darkness, made the dank air of North London more gloomy, and the shadow cast by the tall figure shrouded the poor Albanian, just like what happened in the last century and this century. …This country is terrorizing and exploiting the world.

The damp and cold air is even more cold, and the quiet and dilapidated streets seem to imitate A Chuan's posture, creating a terrifying atmosphere. Time has stopped, I am afraid it is only a scene that lasts for a second, but that posture, even if it is Seeley was picked up by soap in a London prison, so I can recall vividly.

The majestic posture and the angry face stood strong, the stubborn hairstyle pointed unyieldingly to the sky, the time became eternal at this moment, the standing liar and the seated trafficker looked at each other.

Lengyang, which had no temperature in the sky, was just blocked by A Chuan's headgear, and there was only a ring of cold halo, which was embedded in the back of the head of the great commander, so that the angry and mighty face was hidden in a shadow that could not be seen directly. , making Xi Lei, who looked up and saw this scene, take a breath.

"answer my question."

The voice had a majesty that could not be denied.

"Are you a **** Albanian gangster?"

Xi Lei blinked, his lips trembled, his eyes were erratic, he recovered from the great fear, and he cried out: "Sir, oh no, Mr. President, I..."

With a bang, he only felt that the fierce wind rubbed his cheeks, the purple shadow attacked like a poisonous snake, and the debris collapsed on his face. The next moment, the terrified Albanian came back to his senses. He looked to the side, his pupils shrank, The purple murder weapon had broken through the old and mottled wall and had penetrated deeply into the wall.

"You **** ass."

The commander's accent is vivid and expressive: "If you waste my time again, I promise to string you up with this thing to make a BBQ. Now, answer my question, do you serve the Albanian gang? Do you do things for them? Kidnap and seduce young girls for your gang?"

Xi Lei said tremblingly: "First, sir, this is what they forced me to do, I... I don't want to hurt them, please don't hurt me, I swear I will quit immediately, I..."

Kant was preparing to take measures, and Horus spoke through his earphones.

"The recording of their conversation has just been submitted to China, and Qin Mengjin sent back a message. Just now, this man asked their two companions to be careful. He wanted to confirm whether the person you pinched has a background. In his words, 'I heard that Someone got into trouble last night, but you can't pick up another hot potato'."

Kant's eyes froze.

He pulled out his weapon, stretched out his hand to pull up the handsome man, and said coldly, "Did your gang kidnap two Chinese girls last night and cause the police to pursue it? Answer my question!"

Xi Lei breathed heavily: "I-I don't know anything! I..."

With his right hand released, Kant let the other party sit back on the ground again. He turned around and picked up the short man who was rolling and struggling on the ground, and took him to the other party's side. Looking at the distorted face in embarrassment and pain, he asked, "I'm here to ask You, Choppy, did your gang kidnap two Chinese girls last night?"

The short man was obviously a tough guy, and when he heard the words, he raised his strength: "We won't let you go!"

He struggled to spit out a defiant sneer.

Kant tilted his head to dodge, looked at each other, and nodded.

"Wrong answer." He said lightly, "Oil, ah, Field."

The next moment, a ray of light bloomed under the short man's rough and dark skin.

He screamed in pain, flames spurted out from the inside of his skin, his hair twisted, his body struggled, his clothes caught fire, thick smoke spewed out of his seven orifices, flames erupted from his open mouth, water struggled rapidly, and his carbon-based flesh caught fire. Scorched black, his nervous system was damaged, his vocal cords were ruptured, he couldn't scream in agony, and then he lost the strength to struggle. Just a stone's throw away from Xi Lei, his companion was burned into a pile of coke.

"Ahhhhhh let him stay away from me! Don't do this! Don't do this!"

Although this terrifying process did not last long, it was a thousand times more terrifying than pure force. At his side, not far away, he smelled a terrible smell in his nostrils, and his skin felt the intensity so close at hand—in an instant, Xi Lei's psychological defenses all collapsed.

Not only the tragic end of the companion.

There are also "Trump" terrorist methods.

Let people burn themselves without fire and die miserably.

This is torture.

This is…

demon.

Kant stretched out his hand, and the charred corpse was shattered into nothingness. He stretched out his hand and put his hand on the other's neck, glanced at the big man who was screaming in fright and crawling back desperately, and said lightly: "You still have a companion, so, you There's one more chance left, do you want me to ask the question again?"

The powerful right hand was already burning with fiery heat.

Death was close at hand, and Xi Lei even smelled the burning smell of his own skin. This was just an illusion, but it was enough to make him completely collapse. gang! They're Viking skeletons, we're sweetheart boys!"

Kant said coldly, "What kind of **** is this name!?"

"It's the method and the style that are different! They are used to directly robbing and kidnapping, but our methods are a little softer! Entering a house and kidnapping is not our style!"

Xi Lei was so frightened that he continued to say, "It's really not us! I swear!"

"You just said you wanted to find out her identity, and then said someone was in trouble last night?"

"That's right! It's the Viking skeletons! I heard that they **** people who shouldn't be kidnapped!" Xi Lei shouted, "I heard what our boss said! They were looking for people like crazy last night!"

"Who?"

The other party was crying: "I don't know! I really don't know! Please believe me!"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter."

Kant said solemnly: "Where is the nest of that Viking skeleton? Do you know?"

The other side nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "I know! I know! I went to negotiate with the boss a week ago!"

Kant took out an address of the city of London from his arms and threw it in front of the other party: "Mark it out, and write down the specific location - and your old lair."

Xi Lei shuddered.

"If you lied to me." Kant said lightly, "Just in a hurry, your brave friend is roasting at a high speed, and if you lied to me, you have to cook it slowly."

The Albanian glanced at the map, raised his head again, and begged: "Sir, I really want to help you, but there is no specific address for the gang's hiding place, there are dark and secret illegal buildings - I can show you Go! Can you see?"

Kant looked at the pleading and hope in the other's eyes, and smiled: "You can - get up."

Xi Lei crawled up and down, nodded and bowed, his eyes showing the desire to live.

Kant ignored it. He glanced at the incarnation of his fetish that he had conjured up with fog crystals. He originally wanted her to become a short, scorched man who had just been scorched, to sneak in a secret or something, but after thinking about it, it was too disgusting. Not worthy—besides, keep a secret hammer, cut it in and you're done.

He stretched out his hand and waved, the phase gate unfolded, and the beautiful girl disappeared at the end of the space.

Then, under Xi Lei's shocking gaze, Kant's figure gradually became transparent and merged into nothingness. Only his voice echoed in this alley.

"Go directly to Viking Skeleton's headquarters," he said. "I'll follow you, don't play tricks, go."

Xi Lei Hall glanced hesitantly at his other companion, the big man hid under the wall on one side, covered his face, shrunk his body, and wept helplessly...

He wisely did not speak, but bowed his head and walked forward.

Kant's voice was close by, and he shuddered: "You'd better avoid the eyeliner of your gang, and don't try to act fearful or weird to get the other party's attention, life is precious, I only remind you once - your value And it's not as useful as you think."

Xi Lei said in a trembling voice, "Yes."

He tried his best to make his movements and demeanor look normal. After walking out of this alley, the air outside was moist and cool, at least better than the spread of fear in the alley. Xi Lei calmed down, and with endless panic and anxiety, he moved towards the memory. The Viking Skeleton's hideout advances.

From time to time, a car drives over on the road, passers-by pass by, no one knows what happened in the alley not far away, his cry for help, the screams of his companions being burned to death, the loud noise, but no Anyone noticing - this phenomenon is bizarre, but logical.

This man wearing Trump's hood is a cruel demon.

In the alley, the big man curled up beside the wall raised his head cautiously. His companion had disappeared, and the terrifying demon had also disappeared. The pain in his jaw and back still did not dissipate, reminding him that what happened just now was not an illusion. He looked up at the gloomy sky and cried.

Anyway, he was safe, he was saved.

He got up, waited hesitantly for a few breaths, and ran in the opposite direction.

Hurry up and tell the boss what happened here, not only that, but also...

"What makes you feel like you've survived?"

An indescribable screeching sound, interspersed with metallic tremors, sounded behind him.

He turned his head subconsciously, and the blood in his body coagulated.

At this moment, he thought of the American movie he had seen as a child, the Terminator played by Schwarzenegger.

Yes, a terrifying metal creature with a skeleton face stood behind him, taller and stronger than him, wearing a thick black armor, the huge vertical pupil in the center of the breastplate seemed to know everything in the world. The secret is that the eyes of the skeleton are pierced with magical purple awns. It stretches out its right hand, and the cold mechanical structure deforms and reorganizes, turning into a huge claw blade, playing the note of death.

"It's easier to get your fear and awe in such a form, isn't it?"

The big man's head was in confusion, and then he was grabbed by ruthless iron hands and pressed against the wall. The big man, who was nearly two meters and over two hundred pounds, was easily lifted. The terrifying voice evoked the original fear, and he forgot the sharp point. called, forgot to beg for mercy.

"Roar of the oilfake dwarf."

The terrifying Terminator spit out vulgar words: "How many times have you succeeded in what you just did? How many innocent women would be better off dying under your murder? Why do you think you can escape? It's not so easy to end, now I Come and play with you, your gang's hideout, other gangs' hideouts, all the details, addresses and details of all the London gangs you know."

He didn't wait for the other party to beg for mercy or to justify, and the other hand transformed into a display terminal. At the same time, the drone flew over the dilapidated buildings in North London, and the picture was fed back in real time.

"Don't know the address, it's okay, mark the route, you can also try to lie."

Horus said sullenly: "To be honest, I've been very angry recently."

"I've found someone."

Kant resumed contact with Elina: "I'm going to the target location. The gang that took my friend may be the 'Viking Skull', and I'm heading to their headquarters."

"I've heard of this organization." Elina's voice was filled with disgust. "Violent kidnapping, coercion to sell oneself, even reporters have heard of this organization, but the police always fail to catch anyone."

"So here I am," Kant said, "to make them real skeletons today."

Elina hesitated, and finally sighed.

"what you want to say?"

"It's very embarrassing, as a media worker, the part of my personality who has received a modern education and respects the spirit of the rule of law, I hope you don't abuse lynching and hand them over to the police, but as a woman, I have witnessed another aspect of the lack of the British judicial system. Some personalities want you to give them the most thorough punishment."

Elina said helplessly: "And, the part of your personality that is your friend, I hope you don't kill people."

"It's okay." Kant smiled, "My mental state is very healthy."

"Anyway, it's important to save your friend first."

"Yes."

Xi Lei was alone, walking through the increasingly dilapidated and remote streets. He really looked like a gangster. Everyone who approached along the way was repelled by him, whether it was peddling contraband or trying to extort money - after all, this Albanian waist Don't hold a gun.

"We're almost there."

Passing through a dark and damp corridor, with an unpleasant smell in the air, he whispered: "This is also a cheap prostitute in North London. The poor can spend a few dozen pounds to vent once. The hideout is also responsible for disciplining the girls they have captured and letting them receive guests."

Kant said coldly: "How did you do it?"

Xi Lei replied: "Beat, insult, round, of course, the efficiency is very low, and it is usually used to satisfy their own desire for violence. The most convenient way is to inject drugs and make them addicted... When they attack, they will agree to all requests, Let go of all your self-esteem in exchange for an injection."

Kant was silent.

After walking for a while, the filthiest and darkest side of this international metropolis gradually unfolded.

That is the least-known side hidden in the glamorous and world-famous city. Behind the prosperous foreign exchange transactions, beautiful cultural atmosphere and picturesque legendary cities, the same capitalist society has widened the gap between the rich and the poor, and the poor have not. The commonality of dignity and evil entrenched in dark corners is the unbridled breeding ground for sin and desire in areas beyond the reach of law and human rights.

This place is silent, desolate and dangerous. Because it is daytime, people here have become nocturnal creatures. Along the way, you can see malicious gazes from broken windows, and you can hear bellows-like gasping sounds behind broken wooden doors. The voice, the voice of joy, the voice of indulgence, the voice of despair.

"It's... it's here." Xi Lei weakly pointed to the dark corridor ahead, which seemed to be an old factory building, "This is their site, they..."

The form appeared in the void, and the fire of the phoenix flashed in Kant's eyes: "There is no one inside."

"How, how?" Xi Lei was startled first, and then said, "Oh yes, there is no gatekeeper—sir, I really didn't lie to you, I swear, this place really belongs to them..."

Kant flew and kicked the opponent in.

The Albanian rushed in staggeringly, and suddenly let out a scream.

Kant followed.

There is blood on the ground.

The blood is flowing, and it has already solidified. The corpses are scattered, and there are traces of struggle everywhere. There are corpses dragging long bloodstains, which are desperate crawling before death. Tables, chairs, electrical appliances... are messy and broken, and a lot of metal fragments are embedded in the wall And the human body, there are corpses that have been tied into hedgehogs, and even broken human tissues and rotten meat are stuck on the walls, like a slaughterhouse, **** and disgusting.

The traces of death extend from this wide hall all the way to the portal at the end.

With a wow, Xi Lei had already vomited.

Kant's face was sinking like water, and he pressed the earphone: "Horus, is it done?"

"I just finished asking, and the positioning has been completed." Iron Son replied, "I'm considering whether to burn it with a plasma beam after being smashed, or just plug in the paradox chip and throw it into the White Mist World as a moving target."

"Stop tossing." Kant said solemnly, "Come here immediately, the people of Viking skeleton have been silenced. I am at the scene and need your investigation advice..."

He paused, looking at the blood in the room.

"This is not a scene that ordinary people can do."

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PS1: Update, I woke up and found that 2077 bounced again. I am so angry, **** Polish stupid ass, I want to turn my anger into anger, and continue to violently black the British in the next plot (huh).