Act.19 Come On
Foreword:
A genuine expression of one's true nature always trumps grand pronouncements.
[Part 1 - Breaking Defense]
Inside the multipurpose room, Lawrence Madison is undergoing a severe test.
Do you want to return to Zero Platform in Heung Wan?
Black Gloves is dead! The body brought back by S272 hasn't even been examined properly yet! If the cold chunk of flesh in that plastic bag is the Fly Man, then all that remains of my trusted cadres are three girls.
Duran and Flavia haven't contacted me. Are they alright?
Glory has been reporting the battle situation in the city to me, but can she be trusted?
These sudden changes almost drove me crazy; I wanted to escape to a safe place.
I haven't slept for eighteen hours, buried in a file folder, almost like a walking corpse, only knowing how to sign and write, but forgetting to take care of my spirit and repair my mental state.
It's likely that the Duran and Flavia sisters have already escaped in the chaos.
However, S272 is still in my hands, at Zero Platform of the wooden fortress in Xiangwan. That bastard Mana has already sold all the [Rabbit Hole] locations to Ming De! I absolutely cannot willingly crawl into these doors.
If I were to encounter those bizarre and strange enemies again, I would be no match for them.
I still have the last batch of suicide bombers at Zero Platform in Heung Wan. Perhaps, under their cover, we can escape the city and flee to other places on the zombie train.
The activation conditions for the Heaven's Gate are both very simple and very complex—it requires my hands to touch two real gates. If these gates are no longer there, have been deliberately damaged, or have been moved, these changes could very likely cause the person passing through the gates to be decapitated and die on the spot.
Lawrence Madison thought so--
Finally, having mustered the courage, I took the first step down the path of shameful and hateful defeat.
Returning to Heung Wan signifies a dignified farewell to his subordinates and a goodbye to over a decade of hard work and more than two decades of drug trafficking history.
When he arrived at the damp room of the wooden fortress, all the more than one hundred soldiers and officers on Zero Platform were still performing their duties. Only Puxi, with a few bodyguards, remained outside the screen terrace, seemingly waiting for the Cult Leader to return.
The Guangling Zhixi troops did not rashly attack the fortress. Xue Ming did not want to see meaningless bloodshed and sacrifice. This wooden fortress was like a mechanical city. The tenons and mortises connecting the pavilions and staircases could switch paths according to the Cult Leader's spiritual power. As long as it was within his sight, killing traps were everywhere.
The eve of victory is when the enemy's counterattack is fiercest and most vicious; the darkest hour is before dawn.
The Cult Leader calmed himself down and returned to the familiar boardroom counter.
The girl from Puxi nervously grabbed S272's clothes and pushed A Xing, who had caused a huge disaster, behind the screen.
"Cult Leader! That bitch and Glory killed the Fly Man! They could very well be spies from Guangling Zhixi!"
Lawrence remained steadfast and unmoved, ignoring Puxi's one-sided account. When questioning S272, he spoke rapidly but calmly.
I demand an explanation.
A Xing immediately told the truth, recounting everything Xue Ming had instructed her to do.
"This guy was trying to poison me! I don't know what he's up to! But he definitely wanted to drug me! Big sister saw through his scheme! Kill him!"
Lawrence remained silent, only feeling inexplicably anxious.
According to S272, Glory always kept an eye on her younger sister, and even in the precarious life of gang warfare, she still cherished this friendship as the most precious treasure in her life.
This relationship was truly enviable, and it reminded him of Milik more than once.
--I remembered his swordsman.
"Those two women have some nerve!" Puxi cursed. "They actually dared to kill a member of the Little Brotherhood! Cult Leader, I'm coming for them!"
"Shut up!" Lawrence had no other choice. If he could use S272 as a bargaining chip on the zombie train, he might be able to rely on Glory's strength to fight for a way out before Guangling Zhixi began its attack.
A Xing was about to present the cake, halfway through her action of pulling out the evidence, when it struck Lawrence as so glaring! His anger turned into resentment, and he roared angrily!
"Enough! S272! I ordered the Fly Man to poison you! It was me! Now you have to obey my orders! Your life is in my hands!"
Xiao Xing was planning to put on a show for a few more minutes, but unexpectedly, the Cult Leader broke down first.
"You're not pretending anymore, huh?"
This series of unexpected events almost shattered Lawrence Madison's psychological defenses. In just a few days, the town of Sanhe delivered a great gift, followed by numerous battles that took place within an hour.
Now that things have come to this, he no longer cares about human relationships or social niceties; only naked self-interest remains.
He remained the shrewd businessman, offering S272 a suitable price.
"You and Glory must stand by my side. Duran and Flavia have probably already escaped in the chaos. Your eldest sister is very capable. If you protect me, I will definitely hand over the position of my agent to you."
"The Cult Leader!" Puxi couldn't understand. These two little bitches had only been in the Little Brotherhood for half a month, how could they suddenly become candidates for the position of agent!?
Outside the screen, the Fly Man died with his eyes wide open, his skull fragments already beginning to stink, his two bloodshot, white eyes lying in different places on the plastic bag, deformed by the weight of his limbs.
Without hesitation, A Xing pointed at Puxi: "I want her dead."
Puxi's expression changed drastically. His handsome face contorted into a menacing look as he beckoned his bodyguards to surround him. "What did you say?! What are you saying, you bitch?!"
Lawrence was shocked to discover that this young girl possessed such a wicked heart, as if he had suddenly found a long-lost treasure in an old room.
A Xing immediately pointed at Ferdinand Puxi and bluntly told the truth.
"I killed her father in the museum, she must be holding a grudge. And according to what you Cult Leader, said, and judging from her reaction, she will be the most resentful of us taking over the Little Brotherhood's business. I'm going to kill her."
Every word of this is true.
--But there's still a personal grudge.
A Xing remembers clearly that Puxi Poussin almost killed Teacher Victor.
This terrifying and perverted woman is also the manager of the brown sugar factory. Killing her a thousand times wouldn't be enough. If we can get rid of her through Lawrence, it will definitely save the soldiers in Guangling Zhixi a lot of trouble.
The Cult Leader fell into a long silence.
But time waits for no one. He has already endured far too many tests of spirit and will. At these crucial crossroads in his life, at these choices, he has made many wrong decisions in a very short time.
Only one of Puxi and Stas can survive!
Killing S272 would be tantamount to breaking ties with Glory. Not only would Guangling Zhixi want to take his life, but there would also be another terrifying assassin, G117.
Killing Puxi would be tantamount to breaking with the old guard. This girl's father Little Brotherhood his whole life, and his daughter was also going to join the blue-collar class. She had finally made something of herself, but at this crucial moment, she was going to be sacrificed in the power struggle and die.
"Come to my side, Puxi."
Lawrence made his choice.
Miss Puxi immediately perked up, seemingly unable to believe the words she had heard or the meaning she had grasped, and repeatedly asked, "What do you mean by 'I want to come to your side'?"
Lawrence: "Come behind the screen, come before me."
To be able to meet the Cult Leader is the highest honor for the Little Brotherhood.
Puxi immediately grinned like a victor in a duel, then walked quickly and hurriedly to the innocent little girl beside her. She had imagined countless possibilities, and the ultimate meaning of life seemed to be hidden behind the side door of the screen.
But in the eyes of the bodyguards and A Xing, the moment Puxi Posienne stepped through the door, he turned into a pile of minced meat.
Lawrence exhaled a breath of stale air, waking from his mental lapse—he had made his choice and was now firmly grasping fate by the throat!
Abandoning his old subordinates, he fled Hong Kong.
If you can capture S272, this little girl is another kind of Fire Fox, capable of making Glory completely obedient to you!
Just like that rainy night many years ago, the people protecting him in front of the medical center had changed from Milik to these two girls.
"Everyone else, get back to your jobs!"
Before the bodyguards could say anything, Lawrence immediately ordered the terrified workers to be dismissed; the bodyguards' eyes disgusted him.
--That suspicion, that distrust, that look of being used as a tool yet unwilling to obey—it was exactly the same as the White Paper Fan.
No problem, these tools are no longer working properly, we can replace them with new ones right away.
Lawrence said gently, "S272, go through the side door and come before me. I've already eliminated Puxi Poussin for you."
A Xing stopped in her tracks, gazing at the mangled flesh and mud behind the door, and a tremendous sense of fear enveloped her.
Lawrence Madison! This guy kills without batting an eye! He shows no mercy even to his most loyal subordinates!
If it weren't for the Big Sister, I probably would have been the next one killed by that demon!
"What are you waiting for? Are you afraid of me?" Lawrence's tone was tinged with smugness, as if he were savoring the fear. "Yes! You should be afraid of me! Only fear can make people obey! Go over this door! Come see me!"
The A Xing walked out step by step.
Lawrence offered earnest advice and continued his nagging.
"Yes, trust me, accept me. Duran and Flavia have felt this fear since childhood, and they would never dare to disobey me—soon you will be just like them."
With one foot stepping over the threshold, A Xing finally arrived before the Cult Leader.
The Cult Leader immediately opened his arms to embrace his new daughter.
A Xing covered his mouth and nose as he saw the ragged and disheveled Cult Leader.
The guy's thigh had just grown back, and his body was covered in blood and wounds, as if he had been through several fierce battles. Perhaps his mental and physical strength had been damaged, leaving him weak and vulnerable.
Lawrence glanced at S272's attire and liked it more and more—the little girl was still wearing prison clothes, and she still saw herself as a prisoner, very dutifully.
"What are you waiting for? Come into my arms, and I'll take you onto the zombie train right now, and we'll get out of here."
A Xing showed no intention of approaching Lawrence; she gripped her phone tightly, and FOB radio and the phone recording transmitted the entire scene back to Big Sister.
The relentless barrage of attacks nearly exhausted Lawrence's patience.
His smile froze on his face, and his expression turned cold.
Why don't you listen to me?
In God's eyes, disobedience is a capital offense. Even if someone fails to respond to a command, they will be skinned alive and have their hands and feet broken in order to appease God's anger!
"Why?! What does that look mean? Are you looking down on me? S272! I helped you eliminate your rival! I killed Ferdinand Puxi! This is a favor I did for you! And you're going to betray me?!"
"I'm waiting for the seagulls to cry out—come on Lawrence Madison, for true nature always trumps grand pronouncements." A Xing stood to one side of the screen, no more than five or six steps away from Lawrence.
[Part ② - Kill]
The cries of seagulls?
Clearwater Bay is an underground river, so where did the seagulls come from?!
Lawrence hesitated for a moment, and then a gunshot rang out from outside the screen—it was the strange, eerie cry of a seagull!
The moment the subsonic warhead pierced the screen, Xue Ming had already locked onto Lawrence's position, unleashing a barrage of fire from his high vantage point on the wooden fortress onto the terrace below!
The bullets hit the same spot repeatedly, shattering the bulletproof glass and sending Lawrence back to his familiar hell!
The bird calls transmitted over the radio during the last few communications with Black Gloves were those deadly notes!
The shattered screen, riddled with stray bullets, nearly turned him into a sieve! He tumbled across the terrace walkway of the wooden fortress, his legs riddled with holes, his internal organs exposed to the air, and one eye blinded, yet he didn't die!
Yinhe unleashed the firepower of four magazines, more than two hundred bullets, turning this imposing Cult Leader into a leaky rag doll. Fortunately, his heavy armor saved his life, allowing Lawrence to collapse by the wooden planks of the walkway and take a look at the fish swimming in the lotus pond.
He rolled and crawled little by little into the porch of the terrace, his heart filled with regret. He regretted why he had built his office in such an open place. Originally, he just wanted to take a closer look at the beautiful scenery of the territory when discussing business. Just like in the cold and lonely office buildings in the steel jungle of modern society, you always have to remove the furniture and make huge floor-to-ceiling windows, like a successful entrepreneur, to take a look at the bustling Dadu outside the window.
The dense barrage of bullets rendered him incapable of physical combat, forcing him to rely on his Soul Might superpower to kill his enemies!
But where is the enemy?
Judging from the trajectory, it appears to have been fired from the watchtower in the southwest corner of the platform.
That should be the most heavily guarded spot on Zero Platform! Are they from Guangling Zhixi?!
Wait a minute! Why wasn't the S272 hit?!
Lawrence, belatedly realizing his mistake, finally had a change of heart!
He was like Herod, who, under Salome's influence, killed his loyal subordinates!
Sending the Fly Man to room S272 was like throwing lambs to the slaughter; it was like handing them a giant gift!
He killed Puxi Ferdinand with his own hands, only to be met with Glory's cold, merciless bullets!
"Duran!!!"
Lawrence roared, more blood gushing from his wound, but the surge in his blood pressure due to his extreme anger restored some of his mobility.
During the past six months of forbearance, he had been constantly observing his two young daughters at the Blackland Royal Hotel, fearing that they might be killed by their rivals or that they might break up due to disagreements.
But the gift Duran sent is now going to take his life!
Just a minute ago, Lawrence was still foolishly confidently promising S272 that he would use the position of Little Brotherhood's agent as a bargaining chip!
A tremendous sense of shame once again ripped open Lawrence's defenses.
He had almost lost all his reason, descending into a frenzy before his demise.
"Calm down, Madison! Calm down!"
He was like a drug addict trying to calm his raging mind; his will to live was incredibly strong, and he used the excruciating physical pain as a tranquilizer.
The occasional cries of seagulls terrified him. Bullets pounded against the wooden beams and pillars, trying to force him out of the shadows and compel the Cult Leader to make a bigger move so he could lock onto the target and kill him in one fell swoop.
"Revenge is pointless!" Lawrence crawled in the tea room, his body riddled with fractures and nearly 1,800 milliliters of blood lost. He was about to lose consciousness when he pulled out the last bit of Universal Elixir from his medical kit. Once he found a safe spot, he immediately stabbed himself in the neck.
The Kevlar and steel shards of armor were practically fused to his flesh and blood; the excruciating pain and itching were driving the demon mad, but he still had to keep living!
As long as I live, as long as I can live, wealth, power, and land will all return to my hands!
As Lawrence thought this, he stood up unsteadily, only to be startled again by the sudden shattering of the large teacup!
The bullet from the Milky Way shattered the tea room counter, pierced the teacup, and struck the mirror. Lawrence's reflection was in the mirror!
"This is the last shot! This is the last bit of bad luck!" Lawrence Madison laughed wildly. "Life has its ups and downs! It seems I wasn't meant to die! Heaven is protecting me! Lady Luck favors the brave! As long as I keep struggling, I will never die here!"
Meanwhile, the various departments of Zero Platform were in complete chaos. As the alarm sounded, Xue Ming abandoned his sniping position and chased after the Cult Leader.
Mr. Lawrence didn't have time to deal with S272 behind him. As long as the gang's thugs could hold off the enemy, he could leave on the train at Zero Platform.
A gentleman takes his revenge, even after ten years.
The most urgent task now is to find more Universal Elixir. Then we can go to the platform.
Wait! Hold on a minute!
Why was she so fast!
The path to the All- Universal Elixir Storehouse was smashed open by a dark shadow—the figure of the nameless Big Sister. A dazzling flame cleaved through the wooden walls, and she entered the fortress with terrifying power.
From about fifty meters away, across the corridor from the central courtyard, Lawrence saw Glory gazing at him from afar—a moment of hesitation! A scorching bullet pierced through the blinds, shattered the wooden wall of the corridor, and knocked off Lawrence's helmet!
Lawrence was so terrified that his scalp, which was fused with his helmet, was torn off. He turned pale with fright and dared not go back to the warehouse!
All he could hear were the sounds of battle raging across the courtyard. He hunched over, trying to summon his soul power to launch a sneak attack on Glory!
There were more than a dozen thugs fighting G117, and in that open environment, it seemed that Heaven's Gate couldn't find any opportunity to intervene! There was no gate available!
The Cult Leader saw it all clearly.
That horrific freak is slaughtering his soldiers.
Initially, four or five gunmen were killed by Glory's sharp reflexes in the spacious corridor, leaving behind a mess of fingers and broken metal.
The teammates who were blocking her back were fearless and ran forward, bending over to grab her waist, trying to force Glory to submit with their lives. Then, with a Spartan kick from her Black Immaculate boots!
The shattered skull fragments almost formed a fan of blood, directly destroying the vanguard soldiers' fighting spirit.
Lawrence's jaw nearly dropped to the floor.
He scrambled to his feet, suppressing all thoughts of hope or chance.
"Heaven's Gate! Take me away from here! Take me to the platform!"
He rammed his head into a small cabinet in the tea room, and finally managed to squeeze out of the luggage lockers on Zero Platform, like a dog crawling out of a dog hole.
Lawrence's heart had just settled back into his stomach when he saw the train billowing smoke and steam. Then he heard the persistent, menacing cries of seagulls behind him.
Looking down into the corridor leading to the platform, there were more than a dozen bloody handprints on each window. The Little Brotherhood members had died cleanly and swiftly. Some had smashed through the glass and were hanging by the window, while others had been shot multiple times and were covered in blood and flesh, with their heads rolling far away and the wounds on their necks being scalded into flat charcoal by the hot greatswords, falling onto the platform tracks.
Lawrence's eyes burned with rage. At the exit of the corridor, that was his only chance to kill Glory! He had already touched that door!
With a thought, he stood behind a sturdy platform pillar, secretly observing from behind cover. He watched as Glory walked and killed her way to the gate of the access passage.
But the next second--
The woman's burst of spiritual power shattered the wall; she broke through it!
"So you weren't even planning to use the door?!" Lawrence screamed, covering her chin with her hands, tears welling up in her eyes like a little girl in distress!
A dozen or so thugs jumped off the train, trying to buy their Cult Leader a little more time to escape.
The one in the lead ran forward aggressively, pulled the bolt of his Thompson submachine gun, and was shot and fell to the ground, his skull flying into a cabinet in the electrical room.
Xue Ming fired her last bullet, then immediately abandoned Yinhe and Jingguang. Covered in blood, she could only sprint towards Lawrence Madison amidst dozens of guns.
The bullets struck the bulletproof prison uniform and the Fragrant Dream, successfully halting the war-crazed maniac's charge.
After shooting out the first magazine, the Little Brotherhood members finally realized that bullets were useless against this woman!
The loyal subordinates dropped their limp weapons, picked up daggers and axes, and were ready to use their bodies to stop this murderous maniac.
The axes and daggers, slashing and stabbing, were aimed at G117's vitals. The crowd formed a semi-circle, and the two warriors at the front pressed towards Glory. Suddenly, someone grabbed her wrists, flipped her shoulders, and twisted her arms backward. In pain, the weapons fell into Glory's hands. Her throat felt cold, and blood flowed out like a waterfall.
The unfortunate guy on the right was thrown into the crowd by Glory. When he got up, he had five or six knives on his back. He took a few steps and then knelt down and died.
Xue Ming didn't stop; he simply picked up the axe he had just grabbed and threw it forward. At a distance of about thirty meters, Lawrence, who was wearing a vest with a small gift, was chopped down by the axe and finally managed to grab the train's iron ladder and climb onto the train in a disheveled state.
The greatsword swung and thrust, but with just one move, the two-handed sword was suddenly clamped between the throat and palms of the vicious and fearless thug.
Xue Ming twisted her wrist to try and retrieve her weapon, but a sharp pain shot through the back of her head as the enemy behind her grabbed her hair.
--These beasts are very clever; they seem to know the power of [Fragrant Dream], and they're working on the hair, which is invisible to the eye and imperceptible to the body.
This little bit isn't enough!
Glory tilted her head to the side, and following the pull of that large hand, she spun around, the blade piercing her throat spurting out a thick, bright red liquid.
She cut her hair with her sword, and the sword Belogber ignited the blood-red strands of hair, carrying away her four severed arms and two torsos. Xue Ming then escaped, leaving behind a pile of corpses.
Finally, there was a timid young man who came to the Little Brotherhood further study at a very young age.
The young man looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old. He had no gun, but after seeing his brothers all killed, he finally mustered up his courage, adopted an awkward boxing stance, and offered his life for Lawrence Madison.
Xue Ming was panting heavily, and could only manage to say one more thing, "Get out of the way."
The young man remained silent, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of wealth and glory, as he ran and threw punches toward his seemingly weak, powerless, and exhausted target.
Xue Ming picked up a gun from the ground and turned the kid into a French cheese.
The train slowly departed from Zero Platform.
--Lawrence Madison, with the help of thugs, pulled an axe from his back, the wound so deep that bone was visible, and blood splattered everywhere.
He cried out in pain, then began to curse, his voice gradually weakening.
"Useless trash! Trash!"
He finally glanced out the window, looking as if he was still shaken.
"We shook her off, didn't we!?"
Several thugs surrounded the Cult Leader, whose leader shook his head, also covered in cold sweat.
Lawrence's eyes were red and he glared angrily.
"She can't catch up, right!? Right! No one can outrun a train! Right!"
Thug: "Yes, yes, yes!"
The Cult Leader breathed a sigh of relief.
--Until the train pulled out of the shack at Zero Platform, a terrifying tremor emanated from the stoker's room and the top of the locomotive's carriages.
It looks like something jumped onto the zombie train.