The purple arc finally dissipated into the air.
The burnt smell filled the entire closed room.
Neuman was lying on the cold floor, the skin all over his body was carbonized, and every breath was accompanied by severe pain.
The children who had been talking to her just a few minutes ago were now lying on the ground in a mess, all turned into charcoal.
Blood on the ground flowed along the cracks in the floor tiles.
Neuman endured the severe pain and relied on his survival instinct to subconsciously draw the blood of the dead to repair his broken body bit by bit.
She didn't dare to cry or even scream.
She crawled over, knelt in front of Stormfront's military boots, and hugged the woman's calf with her blood-stained hands.
"I will be obedient..."
Neuman's voice was hoarse and his whole body was shaking, "Please, I will obey you."
Stormfront lowered his head and glanced at her contemptuously, as if he were looking at a panting wild dog.
She kicked Neuman away in disgust, snorted coldly, turned around and walked out of the room.
Neuman survived.
What followed was hellish electric shocks, training and abuse day after day.
The revolving memory began to spin faster.
The color of the picture changed from pale white to gloomy gray, that is New Vanguard Camp.
One day, Stormfront drove Neuman and these white children to a place.
Long Island Estate.
They thought this was another cruel actual combat training, but the result was beyond everyone's expectation.
Stormfront, who was always aloof, was pinned down on Lawn by a blond boy about their age in the Manor. His face was covered with blood and he was beaten until he was paralyzed.
In the end, Stormfront could only flee with them in despair.
When the car started, Neuman lay on the car window and looked out.
The Lawn there is very green and the sunshine is very warm.
The man in the black coat walked over with a smile, handed the blond boy a glass of hot milk, and reached out to ruffle the boy's hair.
The boy smiled happily.
All the children in the carriage were lying by the windows, their eyes filled with uncontrollable envy.
Neuman also watched that scene.
At this time, Neuman did not realize that she had forgotten everything about the future.
She just felt that the picture was so warm and dazzling.
She always felt that when Black-Haired Man was passing the milk, his eyes seemed to glance towards them, and even looked at her.
Neuman quickly shook his head and threw away this ridiculous idea.
How could a person with such a warm smile notice the rat in the gutter.
The picture is broken and reorganized again.
In New Vanguard Camp's training room, news suddenly spread: Stormfront was dead.
That night, all the children were so happy that they couldn't sleep.
The same goes for Neuman. Although she can still only eat the unpalatable nutritious cream every day and train day and night, she feels that she has hope for the future.
Because there is a sister named Marge in the camp.
Marge is good to everyone.
She was always the first to go to combat training. When the guards beat people with electric batons, it was Marge who stood in front of them and took the beating for them.
Neuman was hiding behind Marge, looking at the bruises on her back, and felt that Marge was really nice.
But the good times didn't last long.
Marge actually took the lead in the rebellion.
Shrill sirens rang throughout the base, and heavily armed security personnel and those terrifying adult Supe rushed in, beating everyone they saw.
Neuman huddled in the corner, holding his head and shivering.
She looked at the bloody scene outside, and for the first time she hated Marge in her heart.
If she hadn't taken the lead in making trouble, how could everyone be beaten?
She is harming everyone.
Just when everyone was about to be beaten to death, a man in a crisp suit appeared.
Edgar.
He just raised his hand calmly, and all the guards immediately stopped.
He came over with a gentle tone and even handed Neuman a clean handkerchief.
At that moment, Neuman felt that this man had an aura that belonged to his father.
However, the father's eyes did not stay on her for too long.
Neuman gradually discovered that Mr. Edgar was very kind to Marge.
Later, Edgar didn't come to New Vanguard Camp very often. Even if he did come, Marge was always with him.
Neuman hid behind the crowd, staring at the back of Marge.
She hates Marge, hates her for not only harming everyone, but also selfishly taking away the father's love that should belong to everyone.
The wheel of memory continues to roll forward.
Until one day, Marge returned to the camp alone and told them all to pack their things with a serious face.
"We're going to Pentagon."
Marge said.
Hearing this sentence, Neuman felt flustered for no reason.
She always felt an unknown premonition.
Before she could think about it, the scene in front of her suddenly changed.
The wind howled.
She was already standing on the wide tarmac of Pentagon.
The other children stood beside her, Edgar standing in front of them all.
Directly opposite Edgar, two people stood.
John, and Lynn.
Neuman hid in the crowd. She was shaking with a strong sense of fear. The other children were laughing at her for being timid.
She felt that she had definitely experienced this scene herself.
suddenly.
The howling wind stopped.
Sand and dust blown up by the wind hovered in front of their eyes.
Edgar stopped moving, and so did the children around him. Everyone's eyes became empty and confused.
Time seemed to be completely frozen in this second.
Only Neuman can still think and move his eyes.
What's going on?
Neuman's heart beats like a drum.
But soon, a thought came to mind.
Mr. Edgar said that it was because of Lynn, the traitor of Vought, that they were forced to where they are today.
If no one can move now, this is a perfect opportunity.
Neuman stared at Lynn's head in front of him, his pupils gradually becoming covered with a white film.
Just one look can make his head bloom.
As long as you kill him, Mr. Edgar will definitely keep all his love for himself!
But at the moment she was about to exert her strength.
A chill rushed up from the soles of his feet to Tianling Gai.
Neuman opened his eyes in horror.
She discovered that Lynn in front of her, who should have been frozen in place like the others, had already set his sights on her at some point.
Next.
Lynn takes steps.
He passed through the crowd who were frozen in place and walked step by step in front of Neuman.
Neuman stared at Lynn in front of him, his pupils shrank to a pinpoint.
Lynn didn't say any more nonsense.
He just looked at the girl in front of him calmly, and then slowly raised his right hand.
In the trembling eyes of Neuman, a black Pistol appeared out of thin air in the palm of Lynn without any warning.
The barrel of the gun was aimed between her eyebrows.
Neuman opened her mouth, she wanted to ask for mercy.
However, Lynn did not give him this chance.
Bang.
A crisp gunshot.
Neuman suddenly had a black hole between his eyebrows.
Following the gunshot, the entire space was like glass about to collapse, instantly filled with fine cracks.
Lynn did not look at the fallen Neuman.
He looked around at the collapsing scene around him with somewhat complicated eyes.
After all, it was at this place that he took a shot of Avada Kedavra.
Nowadays, revisiting the old place will inevitably make people feel a little emotional.
Lynn glanced at John, who was still a child behind him, sighed softly, and thought slightly.
The collapsed world instantly turned into boundless darkness.