Death Knell and Ba Di

The Death Knell is silent.

The compliment, "You're very smart," sounds almost like sarcasm.

If someone were truly intelligent, they wouldn't have failed against Ba Di twice in a row.

This only shows that Ba Di is more outstanding and smarter.

More powerful than oneself, no matter what.

Having fallen to such a state, how can one even begin to talk about being smart in front of Ba Di?

The room was spacious and bright, with the white light being somewhat dazzling. There was no furniture; everything was white—the walls were white, the floor was white, and even the landline telephone hanging on the wall was white.

The space was quiet, with only the soft sound of air flowing outside the window.

The two remained silent, one sitting paralyzed, the other standing like a javelin.

Previously, their positions and circumstances had been reversed; now, however, it is now.

The atmosphere inexplicably fell silent.

After a moment of silence, Death Knell said, "Not as good as you."

After speaking, he glanced at Ba Di, as if acknowledging certain facts, a bitter struggle churning within him. Two defeats had proven that he was indeed inferior.

There are some people you simply cannot compare to; you are far inferior to them.

Ba Di raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat thinking of Death Knell.

A military genius, encountering someone far more capable than himself for the first time, and being far behind, felt disheartened and lamented his inferiority to others.

Similarly, this is also a psychological journey of facing oneself squarely.

If you're not good enough, you're not good enough; if you can't compare, you can't compare.

Of course, defeating Death Knell was meaningless to Ba Di; he didn't care about Death Knell at all.

"How many people know that I am an alien?" Ba Di asked.

Death Knell's slightly disheartened expression brightened, and with one eye closed and the other open, his sharp gaze fell coldly on Ba Di.

Failure is a fact for him, and being inferior to Ba Di is also a fact. He will not deny it, nor will he stubbornly roar in anger. He will only learn from his failures with perseverance and calmness, and one day he will succeed.

The day of success was also the day Ba Di died.

As long as you don't die, you haven't lost.

But now, he needs to escape first, otherwise, there's no point in talking about anything else.

"My life?" Death Knell's voice was cold; he needed to ensure his own survival.

"You will not die."

Ba Di gave him a promise: Death Knell was an excellent man, and no one he knew could compare to him.

He definitely won't die.

However, one can only live according to one's own ideas.

Death Knell stared at Ba Di's indifferent face; at this moment, Ba Di's imposing figure seemed to be looking down at him.

"I'm leaving here, and I'll keep your identity a secret."

He stared intently into Ba Di's eyes and said coldly.

Being immortal doesn't mean anything; even Death Knell himself has many ways to make his enemies wish they were dead.

"Sure, keeping it a secret for ten years is enough." Ba Di agreed immediately without the slightest hesitation.

Death Knell's eyes narrowed as he stared at Ba Di's face, his gaze sharp as if it were about to pierce through him.

Ba Di spoke too quickly and too easily.

It's unbelievable.

Death Knell didn't trust him for a single second, but he also had his own way of escaping, so he wasn't worried.

"General Vick has laid a trap for you in the Southern Suburbs of Metropolis. He hasn't reported your alien identity to the American Military yet. As long as you deal with the people there, your alien identity will be kept secret enough," Death Knell said.

"From this perspective, the military base I destroyed back then actually destroyed all the data. All that's left of General Vick is his identity as a witness."

Ba Di rubbed his palms together, thinking as he spoke, his eyes never closing their X-ray vision, seeing Death Knell's body's real reaction to his words.

Death Knell said, "That's right. He's been driven to the brink of despair. Only you, or your corpse, can solidify his position and power."

Ba Di nodded thoughtfully; he could imagine the pressure General Vick was under.

The fact that he was able to cover up the deaths and injuries of tens of thousands of soldiers within his own military base, and that he hasn't stepped down yet, proves that his power is strong enough.

All that's left is to retire and wait for the day they can get old.

"This is not enough for you to let me go," Death Knell suddenly said.

If you think you can get away with it that way, you're underestimating Ba Di and your own intelligence.

"Um?"

Ba Di raised an eyebrow, and suddenly his entire being seemed to transform into a prehistoric beast. His aura emanated from his upright posture, and his figure seemed to become a vast curtain, enveloping the entire space. His eyes were as deep as black holes, and he smiled insincerely, saying, "You have other plans? Hmm, that's quite normal."

The air seemed to freeze slightly, filled with fear, because of the aura that Ba Di exuded for a moment.

Death Knell paused for a moment, as if he felt the sky fall down on Ba Di. He suppressed his rapidly beating heart and said in a deep voice, "When you crashed to Earth, a reporter took pictures of your spaceship and your face. The film is in my hands."

Ba Di stood there, looking down at Death Knell from the sky, his eyes cold and indifferent, bringing Death Knell a heavy pressure in his heart.

"Speak!" Ba Di's voice was cold.

Death Knell took a deep breath and said, "This roll of film will be received at 9 p. m. Unlike General Vick, it will definitely be handed over directly to the American Military."

Ba Di's expression changed, and his eyes narrowed, looking at Death Knell with a fierce light, which made Death Knell feel a little scared.

In an instant, Ba Di turned his head, and his eyes pierced through the walls, steel bars, and through the Laboratory Building, revealing the time on the clock hanging at the top of one of the stairs.

"19:49, is that enough time?" Ba Di turned his gaze back to Death Knell's body, his tone quick and cold.

This tone made Death Knell feel much more at ease.

This proves that he was indeed a threat.

This also proves that I have the greatest chance of escaping from here.

"I arrived at the Laboratory Building at 6 o'clock. It turned out that I had been unconscious for 1 hour and 49 minutes. There was enough time left."

"Let me go, intercept this roll of film, or let the U. S. military know your identity completely."

Death Knell said coldly.

The spacious room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

suddenly.

Ba Di showed no urgency whatsoever; his face was indifferent, like a god on a cloud in the sky looking down at him, as if he were an ant.

Death Knell felt a sense of unease; Ba Di's expression changed too quickly.

In times of urgency, I showed him my urgency and coldness, but now, it's too cold.

Just moments ago, he was moved and desperately trying to conceal his alien identity, but now he looks at him like an ant.

Would they really kill themselves even if it meant revealing their alien identity?

How could he be so foolish! Death Knell's heart sank.

"So, the fact that you were able to intercept this roll of film in 1 hour and 11 minutes means that it wasn't through a phone call, but through action. That means the person you handed the film to is in the Metropolis."

Ba Di sneered.

Death Knell's expression suddenly changed; Ba Di was right.

"Death Knell, do you know where the difference lies between us?"

"That is, you are human, while I... am already a god!"