Death Knell
Suicide Slum.
This is a basement. The dim light hanging overhead doesn't illuminate everything. In the dark corners, there are piles of old radios, CDs, and mechanical parts collected by the owner. They used to be neatly arranged and could have been sold for a few dollars, but now they are all messy, damaged, and completely worthless.
Slade formally put on his two-tone mask, half yellow and half black.
He broke free from General Vick and changed his name.
In the dimly lit basement, a cold glint suddenly flashed.
The sound of a sharp blade being drawn from its sheath.
A little finger was sliced off and flew away.
The young man, who was tightly bound to the chair with ropes, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and gritted his teeth in pain.
But he refused to wail, staring at the death Death Knell with hateful eyes.
Death Knell jerked the Samurai Sword in his hand. The movement was so fast that the blood splattering couldn't keep up with the speed. The blade gleamed coldly, without a trace of blood on it.
He was wearing a dark-colored mesh body armor, with close-fitting combat weapons on his thighs and waist.
His masked figure resembled a demon. In the dimly lit basement, his tall frame obscured the bound youth's silhouette, casting a shadow that loomed over him, making him exceptionally imposing.
"He's only been here for two months, yet he already has such loyal subordinates?"
Death Knell coldly said that ever since he learned that Ba Di had Suicide Slum, he had left General Vick, intending to settle things with Ba Di alone.
He harbored great anger over his defeat in the Underground Research Institute and his death at the hands of Ba Di. As one of the most elite soldiers, he was unwilling to be defeated by Ba Di in this way.
Now possessing the same power as Ba Di back then, he yearns to defeat him, kill him, and once again become the most 'elite' and most powerful person.
I never expected that just as I finished preparing everything and found the Suicide Slum, Ba Di had already gone to the industrial area of Metropolis, and we missed each other perfectly.
In order to find out where Ba Di was, he grabbed a minor leader and planned to torture him to extract a confession.
However, he still didn't expect that this so-called gang leader was so tough, remaining silent in the face of his questioning, intimidation, and torture.
"Is it worth risking your life for him? He's only been hiring you for two months."
Death Knell spoke coldly, but a heavy thought stirred within him. What kind of god-making, what kind of madness, could make people who had only been subjugated for two months die for Ba Di? He had never been able to see through Ba Di. What kind of charm did he possess that made Jenny willing to become a monster for him? That made these slum dwellers rather die than reveal his whereabouts?
The young man, bound to a chair and enduring the pain of a severed finger, suddenly contorted his face with a crazed expression. He growled in a hoarse, Delirium voice, "It's worth it! It's worth it! He brought hope, faith, and survival. You selfish person have no right to say anything to him."
In fact, the young man had more to say: he saved his mother; if the eldest brother hadn't snatched a bone marrow transplant from a rich man, his mother would have died long ago; if he hadn't set the rules for the Suicide Slum, his younger brother would have been disemboweled and his organs sold.
He was grateful to Ba Di, infinitely grateful, and regarded him as an idol and a faith, not only because he enabled his family to survive, but also because he helped him find a goal and a path forward in his confused life.
Those who have never lived in Suicide Slum cannot imagine the heart of the most humble person, yearning for light and longing for it.
Now there's someone who's leading them!
That towering figure, standing atop the Tower of Babel, looking down upon the world with a smile, represents the faith he should pursue in this life.
Death Knell felt a chill run down his spine, his single eye narrowing slightly, a fierce glint in it. He was both alarmed by the young man's unwavering faith in Ba Di and simultaneously felt a surge of mixed anger rising within him.
Every time someone praised Ba Di, he felt even smaller and less capable than Bati.
This feeling filled Death Knell with dread, rage, and fury.
The whole world seemed to revolve around Ba Di, which fueled a surge of anger within him.
"I will kill him and tear him off his pedestal!"
Death Knell coldly and angrily shouted.
He raised his Samurai Sword, no longer wanting to interrogate the young man. The young man disgusted him, and his Delirium expression toward Ba Di made him nauseous.
The bound youth's eyes flashed with a frenzied Delirium, his blood surged and his veins bulged out, his face still flushed crimson with madness as he roared and shouted at the tip of the sword.
"For Ba Miu Luo Di!"
The sound echoed loudly in the basement, the vibrations causing a slight dust to seep out of the walls.
This frenzied state made Death Knell's expression change. It was far more insane, Delirium, and terrifying than he had imagined! Damn monster!
"Ba Miu Luo Di, what have you done?" Just as the tip of the Death Knell's sword was about to pierce the young man's chest, a series of footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, the sound of someone running rapidly.
The basement door was kicked open with a bang, tearing the wooden bolt.
It's Leon.
Through the killings that ravaged the Suicide Slum, he quickly transformed from a boy into a man, standing tall and capable of shouldering responsibility.
"Andy!!"
Leon's face was tense as he stared intently at Death Knell's figure, shouting, "Stop!" He was puzzled by Andy's disappearance and came to his house to look for him, never expecting things to turn out this way. If it weren't for Andy's cry of "For Ba Miu Luo Di," he would have left.
Leon ran forward, his heart pounding with fear.
Before Death Knell could strike, the sword tip withdrew, its icy edge suddenly slicing through the air and appearing at Leon's neck, stopping Leon in his tracks.
What do you want?
Leon's eyes swept over Andy, and seeing that Andy was out of danger, he breathed a sigh of relief, then stared intently at Death Knell's one eye.
His one eye was cold, and his voice was cold.
"Where is Ba Miu Luo Di?"
Leon's breath hitched for a moment, his expression solemn as he stared intently at Death Knell. After a long while, their eyes met, neither willing to yield, before Leon finally said, "I'm telling you, you've got the wrong person. He doesn't know where the boss is."
After Leon finished speaking, he boldly stretched out his right hand and pushed it towards the knife.
But to his horror, he couldn't budge the blade at all.
From a physics perspective, if someone points a sword at you, you only need a small amount of force, even the force of a single finger, to push the sword away with your right hand and move it sideways.
But now, even with all the strength in his arms, Leon couldn't budge the tip of the sword.
What does this prove? The masked man in front of him possesses far greater power than humans, making Leon, an ordinary person, feel as if he were facing a mountain.
Leon's pupils contracted, his heart filled with horror. He instantly knew that this enemy was someone they couldn't handle. He was a leader-level figure, Superman with strength surpassing that of ordinary people.
He was horrified, but his body moved quickly. Unable to push the sword, he moved to the side and away from the tip, showing both courage and boldness, unafraid that Death Knell might suddenly strike.
Even when at a disadvantage, he still stood tall and faced the enemy without fear, displaying the demeanor of a great general.
Death Knell felt a slight chill; Leon gave him a feeling of seeing the old General Vick.
He sheathed his sword and looked at him.
Leon walked up to Andy.
Andy glared at him angrily instead. "Leon, you betrayed ' Ba Miu Luo Di '."
Ba Miu Luo Di refers to a kind of Ideal Land, Ba Di has the power to lead people into this Ideal Land.
Leon didn't refute, but instead ignored Andy's hand injury and delivered a heavy right hook to Andy's face, swelling one side of his angry face. Then he used his fist to roll up Andy's shirt at the chest, brought his face close, and growled menacingly, "Have you forgotten what the boss said?"
"Do what you can with the strength you have. What we need is to learn, to get into doctoral and master's programs, and to acquire more knowledge. We need to change more than just a little bit."
"Do you think showing a little bit of bravery will be of any use to the boss?"
Do you think this kind of foolish, suicidal loyalty is useful?
"Does the boss need it? Does he need it? Tell me? Does the boss need it?"
Leon grabbed Andy's shirt by the front, his face contorted with rage as he roared at Andy's lack of ambition.
Andy frowned, gritted his teeth, and had no way to refute.
Such loyalty is foolish. Ba Di gave them a brighter future, encouraging them to study harder so they could play a greater role in the future.
Instead of dying now for this pointless thing, just to know where Ba Di is, refusing to give up his information.
This is absolutely stupid. Ba Di even said that he would tell people his location if they deliberately looked for him.
But Andy still instinctively wanted to protect Ba Di, the man who had given him everything.
Leon glared angrily at Andy, his voice thick with rage.
After a while, he calmed down and, with a stern face, turned to Death Knell and said, "Boss, acquire Nuo Yi Biotechnology Co., Ltd.. in the Noah Industrial Zone of Metropolis."
Death Knell chuckled and stepped out of the basement.
"I look forward to seeing how you will react when his head is hanging in the Suicide Slum."
Leon trembled, clenched his teeth, and dug his fists into his palms.
All of this stems from the fact that they are not yet capable of protecting ' Ba Miu Luo Di '.
The Ston Town.
A military helicopter landed outside the town, and surrounded by towering giant sequoia trees, Lieutenant General Sam Lane stepped out of the helicopter and into the town.
A young madman was running past him, shouting and yelling incoherently, holding up a clod of mud and yelling excitedly.
"Hehe... I won the Pulitzer Prize!"
"Hehe... I won the Pulitzer Prize!"
"Hehe... I won the Pulitzer Prize!"