Hate Bomb

"Treason?"

"The Silver Bullet Family's betrayal?"

The sudden question and the jarring words caused everyone present to pause in surprise.

"What's the meaning?"

"..."

"The Black Gate Mist Incident has had an extremely serious impact on each and every one of us."

A gentle electronic voice said, "Therefore, some of us will try to cooperate with the Black Forest and accept treatment from the natives, while others will try to leave Black Gate City for cities with stronger protective powers. Still others are accumulating points, preparing to put themselves into a period of slumber to avoid the inevitable second invasion of Black Gate City by the Hell Organization..."

"But similarly, some people chose to join the Hell Organization."

"They were willing to become pawns of the Hell Organization left in Black Gate City, keeping a close eye on the news of the Old Chairman's safe coming out."

"That's why I used the word 'betrayal' with them."

"..."

"Hell Organization..."

Hearing his gentle words, everyone's expression changed, and amidst their horror, a strong sense of resentment was also faintly revealed.

"Once they are corrupted by the ideology of Hell Organization, they become completely insane, even..."

"... I've come to inform you, even at the cost of the Shepherds..."

"..."

At that moment, they were overwhelmed by an indescribable sense of shock and anger. They had countless questions to ask, but suddenly, Mister Ye's voice, which was speaking softly, became faint and indistinct. He seemed to still be saying something, but the static from the microphone became more and more severe, drowning out many important things. Finally, the roar of machinery suddenly rang out.

The voice on the phone disappeared.

However, those on the third floor of the Red Eyes Club were still not fully prepared and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Half a second later, Old Zhou Under the Bridge was the first to react. He quickly pulled a pocket watch from his tattered clothes, glanced at it, and his expression changed drastically. He suddenly exclaimed, "Oh no, it's the Black Forest's mental barrier..."

With a roar, he dashed out and rushed toward the French windows.

He raised his hand and punched the thick glass, seemingly trying to make a run for his life.

Unexpectedly, the punch shattered the glass, but before he could jump out of the window, a strange scene appeared. The shattered and even flying glass of the floor-to-ceiling window seemed to be affected by some mysterious force at this moment. All the flying fragments reattached and closed up, and even the cracks on the window were rapidly closing up.

It's like replaying a shattered, bombed scene in reverse, like a camera.

"The spiritual barrier is repairing the damage we have caused to this world..."

Old Zhou Under the Bridge, both shocked and furious, quickly drew his gun, preparing to shoot at the window again and flee once more.

At the same moment, Red Eyes Ling Ping also seemed to realize something.

He stood there blankly for a long time before suddenly looking at the Serpent Sisters with a wry smile:

Do you hate me?

"..."

The Serpent Sisters, being younger, were still in a daze when they exchanged a glance and quickly communicated their opinions telepathically.

Red Eyes Ling Ping, did not attract their attention at all.

Red Eyes Ling Ping, gave a bitter smile, "If you all hate me, then we're all doomed..."

"Because I can't forget my dissatisfaction with you all in such a short time..."

"..."

"..."

"Could this be considered the first time the Black Forest has officially joined forces with outsiders?"

At the same moment, outside the Red Eyes Club, on the street, a group of fully armed white-clad security personnel, weapons in hand, crowded in front of the Red Eyes Club, ready to rush in at any moment. But behind them, a man in a rumpled Brazilian suit looked at the man beside him with a strange gaze, a ring of silver bullets wrapped around his waist.

"If it weren't for the fact that you just destroyed our Farm No. 13, causing so much discontent among people."

"If it weren't for the Shepherds's introduction, I would hardly believe that this scene would exist..."

"..."

"A fart farm."

A man with a thick beard, his body wrapped in silver bullets, sneered, "That's the Rotten Kingdom."

"If we hadn't been helping you eliminate these hidden dangers, this city would have been completely rotten long ago..."

"..."

"All right..."

The Suit Man had no intention of arguing. He raised his hands in surrender and said, "But are you sure you can win?"

"To cover such a high-intensity mental barrier, we have even drawn one-third of the city's electricity..."

"Moreover, this technology is still immature, and we can't sustain it for long..."

"..."

"That's enough..."

The man with Silver Bullet strapped to his body looked up at the Red Eyes Club. He could vaguely see that the three-story building was shrouded in a blurry light. The bricks, windows, and even the neon lights in front of the door were rapidly switching between reality and illusion. He could also see that a window on the third floor was being smashed repeatedly, but every time something was smashed, it was refreshed and the glass was restored.

"These idiots are not worth my trust or camaraderie; it's best to just kill them."

As he spoke, a mocking smile crept onto his lips, "They actually believed that Mister Ye would choose one of them to inherit the Old Chairman's contract, but they didn't even consider what kind of person Mister Ye really is..."

"That was the Old Chairman's most loyal follower when he was alive."

"Every single one of the outsiders living in Black Gate City now is someone who survived the invasion of the Hell Organization by begging for mercy, hiding, or using some other means. They all belong to the group that watched the Old Chairman being besieged and killed by the Hell Organization... In Mister Ye's eyes, they are all traitors to the Old Chairman, so why would he choose them?"

"Therefore, I don't care at all what tricks Mister Ye is playing."

"All I know is that the future of Black Gate City will inevitably bring about the return of the Hell Organization."

"Therefore, I'd rather take sides in advance."

"..."

Hearing his words through gritted teeth, the Suit Man couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

He immediately said, "But they are all knights of the Mother, just like you. Are you really confident you can kill them?"

"Of course I am powerless against the four of them."

Silver Bullet chuckled softly, slowly pulling an irregularly shaped black sphere from his pocket, and whispered:

"But they can be with each other."

"..."

"This..."

The Suit Man looked at what was in his hand, his expression changed drastically, and he suddenly took a step back. "What is this?"

Silver Bullet turned to look at him and said, "And what is this in your eyes?"

The Suit Man paused for a moment before saying in a low voice, "A tattered ball."

Silver Bullet grinned, revealing gleaming silver teeth, and said, "In my eyes, this is a bomb."

"I spent six thousand points to exchange for this bomb from the city, or rather, from what you understand as the Matrix..."

As he spoke, he gazed admiringly at the sphere and murmured, "Once upon a time, in this city, or perhaps another, there were three very good friends. They were inseparable, fighting together and chasing girls together. One of them had been stabbed for his brother, and another had given up the girl he had always secretly loved for his brother. They had been friends since childhood, and they had shared the entirety of each other's first twenty years of life..."

"But as they grew up, their lives took different paths. Some became successful, some got married and divorced, and some stayed in the same place without achieving anything. So, the brothers who once vowed to be best friends forever gradually drifted apart. But fate arranged for them to reunite many years later, in the small restaurant they used to be unable to afford, drinking, singing, and reminiscing about the past."

"They were excited and thrilled, as if they had returned to those days. They even went to the abandoned playground and found the soccer ball that the three of them once regarded as their lifeblood in a tree hole. But at this happiest moment, an unexpected argument broke out."

"Some people feel it's only right that they should be the ones to kick off, and everyone else should listen to them. Others feel they're in pain and their lives are full of setbacks, so what's wrong with them kicking off the ball now? Still others feel that the two people who used to listen to them no longer respect them. Just because they've accomplished nothing, do they think they can be told to get out of the way even when they're arguing?"

"..."

The man in the black suit, hearing his words, couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. He moved away from the strange object and whispered:

"Then what?"

"..."

Silver Bullet's lips curled into an excited smile, "And then they all died..."

"One stabbed the other to death, the third beat the second to death, and then the third hanged himself while crying..."

"... he was still holding this ball until his death."

"..."

The man in the black suit felt a slight dryness in his throat. "So..."

"So this is a bomb..."

Silver Bullet looked up; its mental barrier was at its peak, and its silver teeth gleamed even brighter when it smiled.

"A hate bomb designed to destroy reason!"

"..."

As he spoke, he forcefully threw the bomb in his hand into the Red Eyes Club.

The next moment, a brief silence fell over the Red Eyes Club, followed by a sudden burst of frenzied fighting.

Especially on the third floor of the Red Eyes Club, where Red Eyes Ling Ping, Old Zhou Under the Bridge, the Serpent Sisters, and others who had just been arguing about how to compete for the Old Chairman's contract and had developed strong resentment towards each other, all looked at each other in silence. In their hearts, they could all feel the intense, ferocious malice brewing wildly, like a river bursting its banks, about to completely spiral out of control.

"Should we now throw away our weapons, sit down quietly, and restrain the hatred in our hearts? That would be the right thing to do, wouldn't it?"

"Yes."

"Count 1, 2, 3?"

"OK."

"One two three!"

"Go to hell!"