Chapter 21
Generally speaking, powerful hallucinogens are all made into pills or liquid form. The biggest problem with gas is that it is easy to volatilize in an open space, and the utilization rate is very poor. But it does not rule out that some special hallucinogens can stay in the air for a long time.
The gas expelled from the wrist of a short man belongs to this special thing. After expelling it, it almost breathes around Cyber's, covering his body, and he himself is expelling these After the gas, he quickly squatted on the floor, seeming to be terrified of these things, for fear of getting even a little bit on it.
After Cyber realized that he had been recruited, in less than a second, he only did two things. Fiercely hid one foot on the short man’s calf and waved his hand. His pistol hit his head, and the darkness in front of him began to twist.
The wailing sound of the short man was also distorted together, like a ghost cry that suddenly appeared in the dark night, which made the scalp numb, and the dark corridor in front of him was also infinitely extended and distorted. The windows lit up in the faint rays of light, in Cyber’s eyes, have become even teeth, giant beast teeth!
Like a big bulging mouth, moved towards Cyber leaped forward. He couldn’t help taking a step back and his breathing became rapid. It wasn’t that he was scared, but that it’s gas. Effect!
It should have the effect of causing the respiratory system to spasm, and poor breathing will also project a dangerous signal in the brain, allowing a large amount of adrenal hormones to be secreted, and the severely strengthened senses will accept Wrong signals, distorting everything you see in your eyes, combined with imagination, constitute a kind of psychological and physical fear.
Cyber is not afraid of Ghost God, but he cannot avoid the physical stimulation, so everything he sees is distorted, and his breath becomes sweet and greasy, like being shrouded in a dark cloth In the passage full of blood and death, and it was more like being in the stomach of some wild beast.
What I smelled in my mouth was a moist and irritating smell, which made every cell of Cyber alive to face the coming danger.
"This is an illusion! Calm down!"
Cyber told himself that he kept shaking his head and wanted to escape from that illusion. He held the wall with one hand and tried Balanced his body, but when his eyes turned to the wall, he saw painful faces. They were old man's, Robin's, Rachel's, Katherine's, and Gordon's face. It was blood, and his palm shrank back suddenly as if it had been burned by flames.
But his body lost his balance because of this, he staggered, and stood there with difficulty. He didn't dare to move anymore, he forced himself to take a big breath, but the bloody smell became stronger and stronger. , Almost reached a point where his whole body trembles.
And the dark ground also began to turn, like a black shadow, climbing up along his legs, the horrible scene seemed to be supported by a real feeling.
He closed his eyes, trying to get rid of this omnipresent illusion, when he couldn't do it...as if there were hundreds of voices ringing in his ears, that kind of low-pitched whisper, I couldn’t understand it. , I didn't hear it really, but those voices combined with everything that was quickly distorted in front of him, completely disturbing his heart.
It's like a pool of muddy water. In the deepest part of the darkness, that touch of broken memory also resurfaced through this opportunity.
His eyes are starting to get confused.
The short man’s wailing has subsided. He climbed to the window with difficulty and stood up while leaning on the wall. His left leg seemed to be broken in Cyber’s fiercely stomping, but in fact It wasn't that serious, but the skin was also pierced. The smell of blood that Cyber smelled was emitted from the wound and was then captured by the enlarged senses.
The short man wants to escape, but he can be absorbed to the periphery of the organization. It is also destined to not be a good stubble. He takes a deep breath and suppresses the pain. A trembling Cyber, a vicious flash in his eyes.
He reached out and pulled out a short blade from behind. It was longer than a dagger and looked like a special military stab. It was different from the cheap goods used by the gang members. There were some engraved on it. Scattered text, one edged, and the other side is the same sharp saw thorn, black's handle is wrapped with a circle of red rope to avoid sweaty palms, even the blade itself is black.
He held the short blade, held the wall little by little, and dragged the left leg that was no longer able to move normally. He moved towards Cyber and walked over, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
This gas is a newly developed top hallucinogen. Boss calls it "fear poison qi". Yes, besides inducing fear, this gas is also toxic. Excessive inhalation can cause poisoning. , Even if it was a period of time when the fear broke out, he would die tragically because of the poisoning.
Of course, the point he just squirted was not enough to poison Cyber, but it was enough for him to enjoy the deadly fear.
They have done experiments, even the most vicious villains, after inhaling a small amount of this gas, will be knocked down by the kind of fear that surges from the deepest heart, and some mentally fragile guys even Will be forcibly scared to death.
In his eyes, Cyber is just a youngster who is not strong. He can't resist this fear. All his counterattacks have been deprived. Under the influence of that fear, he died. deal!
The short man walked up to Cyber, and he could even hear Cyber's strong breathing, which means that this guy is now immersed in the fear of volatility, but he can still maintain a standing posture. tch tch, looks like a ruthless character.
"But so what?"
He licked his lips, raised his dagger, "Go to hell! Bastard!"
"pu
Blood splattered.
Cyber feels like he’s returned to that cold, pale and boring world, but it’s not returned in a physical form, like a passerby, sitting in a special movie theater, and what shines in front of you is All his past experiences.
It's like watching a silent film with no sound. It's still black and white, cold and without a hint of temperature.
He saw himself at the beginning. The first memory probably started from a falling snow. He curled up, dirty and thin, hiding in the corner of the world, no one cares about him. I thought I would be frozen to death, because at that time, it was really cold in my memory.
But he didn’t... that person appeared in front of his eyes, his face was not remembered clearly, he could barely remember, he was wearing a military uniform, thin, but his eyes were serious and energetic, with a kind of coldness. His majesty, he extended the hand to himself, did he respond? Or escaped?
No...I don’t know. The second picture jumped to a long time later. He has grown up. In a special classroom, there are children the same size as him, but their eyes Without the joy and innocence that children deserve, what are they learning?
Forgot...Cyber only remembered that they were wearing exactly the same clothes, learning all kinds of things that children shouldn’t The children who failed the test and were sent away, they all said that those children were free.
What is freedom?
Cyber’s chaotic brain couldn’t sort out this problem, and then the picture jumped quickly again a long time later. He was wearing an elegant black suit, as if he was going to participate in a banquet, but the environment around him It was a terrible warehouse. A man was tied to a chair with a rope and a burlap pocket on his head. He was struggling, but he couldn't speak.
He was holding a gun in his hand. It was probably the first time he killed a person with a gun and took away a living soul. The feeling that Cyber didn’t like at first, he still remembered that he He didn't like the feeling of being killed by life, and he was very uncomfortable. He didn't even know what the guy in front of him was called, but that was his task!
Yes, mission! A name written on the envelope. He doesn’t care what crime he committed or whether he is a bad guy. He has to get rid of it. Cyber even feels that his existence is no different from the gun in his hand. He can think, but he is asked. To think in terms of weapons, accomplishing tasks is always the first thing.
He watched as he walked up to the person, raised his arm, and pointed the muzzle at the person’s head. Cyber hoped that he could pause for a moment to think, but there was no... bang, gunshot. , People fall.
He turned and left without even looking at the fallen corpse. Was that the first person he killed, a man or a woman?
Cyber left the warehouse and walked into the darkness. He knew that a part of his soul and existence would stay there forever, and the next scene was that one by one people fell in front of him. , Bullets, blades or poisons, penetrations, assassinations or traps, all places, every experience, the memories that have been messed up because of the travel through time and space gather together.
His faint headache was cured in this brief moment. All the threads were connected in series, which completely awakened Cyber's spirit and soul. He is still the same, but between the laughter, there is A hint of something heavier.
He even remembered the last time he had communicated with the man from young to old. The two were yelling at each other like Beast,
"That was the task!!! Enough! That’s just your job! Everyone has their own job. You can think of yourself as a cleaner, as a gardener. Someone has to take on tasks that shouldn’t be known in the dark. You are reducing Except for those dregs, you are doing good deeds!"
"How can that be the same! That is human life, not a mouse, not an insect! The blood on my hands is not clean! I am afraid of me. Myself!"
"Then adapt! Adapt to be a person who walks with weight in the dark, adapt to a person who supports them in the dark, no one knows your name, no one I know everything you do, but that's right, that's right, you are a hero!"
"I...I don't want to be a hero..."
Roar in the dark This brief moment was indifferent. He felt that everything around him was enveloped and swallowed by endless darkness. It was fear like the ocean. He was also fearing once, not fearing death, but fearing himself.
How can a person who lives with a weapon fear his opponent? How can one fear the fate that weapons will inevitably accept?
No! will not! Either be broken or abandoned. The former Cyber feared the latter, and being forgotten was equal to death, and what he was looking forward to was the former!
How can the steel forged will be defeated by trifling fear?
"pu"
The pain, the pain of being pierced into the body by a sharp blade awakened Cyber from that thinking. He lifts the head, the pair covered with bloodshot and some kind of Cruel eyes fixed on the short man who had been terrified.
The blade did not pierce his heart or his chest, but was held in his hand. The pain, the scorching pain and blood came out of his palm, That kind of heat flow once again appeared in the body, and this time, he probably finally adapted to everything, and remembered the forgotten past again. The heat flow of this time was his desire to wake up from that torture and be activated. of.
First time! Actively activated by him!
It's like the eyes opened by a beast in the night, like the first cry of death!
"cough cough...I have to thank you..."
Cyber whispered, the short man was stunned, he had never seen even one who could take the initiative from that fear Cyber is the first to leave.
He was the first guy to overcome his fear.
"You remind me of something I have forgotten, as a thank you..."
Cyber's right hand jerked out, gently touching the edge of the short man’s arm With a flick, his palm numb, and the short blade appeared in Cyber’s bloody left hand, jumping between the fingers a few times like a butterfly through a flower, and then holding it firmly, as if it were deeper than the darkness. The black mang of the short man passed between his neck.
"This death is for you."