"Bedbug, you son of a bitch!!"
"You will always be a bedbug!!" Albert's whole body was shaking violently. It was hard to tell whether it was because of anger, resentment, jealousy, or fear
He couldn't calm down at all at this moment!
The fear that death could come at any time tormented him. Under this torture, when he thought about Ivy League College and the great future, all kinds of complicated emotions would intensify. How could he calm down
In addition, Tang Ling's genius undoubtedly made Albert feel like he had swallowed poison.
He has always had a high self-esteem, but there is still an inferiority complex in his heart that cannot be mentioned.
He should not have grown up in this remote No. 17 security zone. He should have been by his mother's side, enjoying all the resources of his mother's more powerful family.
However, he was looked down upon and had no qualifications.
The family's original words were: "This child is not qualified for the family's training and his talent is too poor!"
Poor talent? How ridiculous it is to use this word on yourself.
Why is his talent so low? The potential of the genetic chain is close to that of a five-star talent, and there is also a talent that, although off-the-beaten-path, is not completely useless.
He refused.
But the facts could not tolerate his dissatisfaction. After he saw the dazzling strength of his peers and cousins, he could only shrink back and be a 'country boy'.
Only by staying in Safety Zone No. 17 can he find some self-esteem and balance.
Therefore, he is jealous of all geniuses.
He once asked Leno to teach him his dagger skills. Thinking of that time, Leno agreed very reluctantly and said that he would only demonstrate it 10 times.
Undoubtedly, since he agreed, Leno would not dare to be perfunctory.
After explaining the principle clearly, Leno also decomposed it 10 times in slow motion for Albert to see. Unfortunately, Albert did not learn it.
So far, Albert has not learned it, although he often practices quietly and feels that he has achieved some results.
Tang Ling, why can Tang Ling learn it? Why? ! If I had his talent, what kind of treatment should I receive in my mother's family
Albert hates himself a little. Are you still thinking about these things now? Unable to calm his inner torment, he stood up and turned the music in the room as loud as possible.
He can only imagine that he is the man he admires, and when he falls into a deep fantasy, his whole heart will slowly calm down.
It's a pity that now even this music has become a tune of torture, because that man turned out to be
This matter has been confirmed, and a weird smile appeared on Albert's face.
**
"It's over." Tang Ling grabbed the last head and placed it in the lobby on the third floor.
There is no doubt that in the Onse family, the higher up the family, the deeper the sin.
Tang Ling even found an interesting diary. After flipping through it, he discovered countless dirty things, involving many members of the Angs family, and they even trafficked people.
Selling babies born in Safety Zone 17, the settlement.
Isn’t there a trace of kindness in this family’s genes? Tang Ling placed the last head.
73rd person.
Then, stare at the big screen and crush these evil heads one by one.
No insult is too much, they don't deserve the peace of the dead.
Then, Tang Ling held up his sword and headed towards the fourth floor.
How many are left? Originally there were supposed to be six, but he found a crushed corpse on the second floor, which must have been used by Uncle Su Yao to establish his authority.
So, only five are left.
Among them are Abel and Cocklain.
Killing Amber completely ended the hatred between Wei An and Amir.
Kill Cocklain and end it all.
Inexplicable emotions surged in Tang Ling's heart. He needed to recall his mother-in-law's hands, the smell of his sister, the pain of Su Yao's kick on his body, and the warmth of getting along with the Raptors team, in order to suppress the negative feelings caused by these killings. Influence.
Because killing will never be his inner support, I am afraid he will never be able to indulge in the sense of control brought by killing.
'Pa', Tang Ling stood on the last step of the fourth floor.
Before his body could stand still, two figures attacked Tang Ling from two directions.
This is the maximum range allowed by Uncle Su Yaos rules, and the Angs family, which is struggling in the end, will definitely take advantage of it.
"Is this the beginning?" Tang Ling leaned back, and the huge standard sword almost touched his face, bringing up an icy wind.
But at this time, even if Tang Ling leaned back, he could still kick away another standard sword that was slashing at him.
It's this kind of monster who always makes accurate judgments and always has peak fighting consciousness.
Cocklain had a pair of glasses hanging on his nose, holding a pamphlet with the words 'Top Secret' in his hand, and looked at the battle indifferently.
He wanted to know what other cards Tang Ling had yet to use
Now it seems that everything is within his judgment, and there should be no other trump cards, right? Except that state.
Well, he wouldn't succeed in that state.
Thinking of this, Cocklain lowered his head. There were a few simple lines written on the page of the book that had been read over and over again.
Tang Feng - Unknown talent, suspected to be a 'copying' talent, suspected to be a 'vision' talent, suspected to be a 'comprehension' talent.
But according to the information circulated by me, he only admits to having the talent of 'accuracy'.
With a 'pop' sound, Cocklain closed the book. He would never believe that the man who once stood on top of the world only had a talent for precision.
What kind of rubbish talent is that? Can you communicate with any of the forces of nature? Can it increase wisdom and understanding? Or can you feed yourself back? Not to mention, the more advanced abilities called law talent, such as space talent.
What is precision talent? In Cocklain's understanding, thousands of examples have proven that it only makes people better at long-range attacks, nothing more, it can be regarded as a rubbish talent among rubbish.
"Tang Ling? He exposed Tang Feng's secret. Both father and son should have the same talent. It's a very strong talent, but unfortunately it's definitely not the 'copy' talent that people think of." Cocklain said to himself.
If there really was a talent for copying, all the strong men in the world would probably have no way to survive.
Thinking of this, Cocklain calmly picked up the cigar placed on the edge of the ashtray and took another puff.
He was such a cautious person. While he felt that Tang Ling only had wind talent, he was checking the information and observing Tang Ling closely.
Then finally came to his own conclusion.
In the scene at this time, the two Ziyue warriors who were attacking Tang Ling were about to be defeated.
In fact, there is no possibility of victory. Tang Ling's basic ability has definitely reached the ability of a third-level Purple Moon Warrior. How much can these two guys who are not yet second-level support
They are no more powerful than Leno. They can live on the fourth floor simply because they are born noble and are the children of the Anse family through marriage with other families.
The sad Anse family, after working hard for so long to become an elite, in the end, I am still the only third-level Purple Moon warrior.
The smoke was thick in Cocklain's room, and he was not surprised at all by Tang Ling's current state.
He was just counting the time, calculating how Tang Ling suddenly improved so much? And when will it end? What are the negative consequences after it’s over
Just during this brief moment of thinking, two more heads flew up.
The Angs family once again killed two people, and their heads were placed in the lobby on the fourth floor.
Then, the next one.
But soon, Tang Ling was surprised to find that this guy, a pretty boy known far and wide in Safe Zone 17, was actually driven crazy.
He peed in puddles on the ground beside his bed, holding a frightened pet cat in his arms, and kept shouting "Mom, Mom".
Tang Ling stepped forward, opened his hand, and let the innocent pet cat go.
This may be one of the few clean creatures in this sinful Angs family, but the crazy pretty boy was robbed of the cat and began to beat and bite Tang Ling desperately, shouting loudly, "Give me back my mother." , the mother should sleep with her baby. '
What kind of disgusting dialogue is this? Tang Ling frowned in disgust, raised the knife, and ended the stomach-churning words.
What a coincidence. The last one left for him on these four floors was Ai Bo. He wanted to know what kind of expression Ai Bo would use to greet him
With a 'Peng' sound, Tang Ling kicked open the last door.
Although he only lives on the fourth floor, Albert's doors are unique and inlaid with patterns made of pure gold. He is the heir after all.
Then, Tang Ling saw Ai Bo.
He didn't wear standard armor or any armor, nor did he hold any weapons. He just sat on a large chair, facing the door, and looked at Tang Ling with a weird smile.
A piece of pre-civilized music echoed in the room. Of course Tang Ling could understand it. It was one of the few languages he knew.
In fact, the discourse spoken in Safe Zone 17 is also a language developed based on this language.
Ai Bo turned a blind eye to Tang Ling's arrival. He just hummed the song intoxicatedly.
“He deals the cards as a meditation
He plays cards like he's deep in meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He never hesitates to play cards
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn’t play poker for money.”
Tang Ling stood in front of the door and listened quietly, but Albert suddenly stopped humming and looked at Tang Ling: "Listening to these lyrics, what do you think of?"
Tang Ling frowned, but he was not in a hurry to take action. He discovered something interesting that he needed to observe.
And Ai Bo didn't seem to care whether Tang Ling would answer. He continued on his own: "You will think that this is a piece of music that belongs to men."
"I've listened to it a thousand times, ten thousand times? I really think so! A man is strategizing, a man is familiar with all the rules of the game, he has seen everything, and he controls it so easily."
"However, none of these could touch his heart in the end."
"Is this true? I understand that spades are like the swords held by soldiers, and clubs are like the roaring guns on the battlefield. In this art-like game, diamonds are like money."
"But in the end, But that's not the shape of my heart."
"Isn't it interesting? Because you can't help but want to explore, what is the heart of a man who is above everything and cannot be moved by money, power, and victory? How strong is he? In the end What is the softness treasured in his inner castle?”
"And after studying for a long time, you really want to be him. Even if it's just on the surface, the man who treats everything as just a game and plays it seriously without being restrained." Albert said a lot in one breath.
Tang Ling's face was calm: "Yes, that's very good."
"No, it's not good! Because this song represents a man's deepest heart, but how many men in this world are worthy of it? Anyway, I don't deserve it, so I can only listen to it often and fantasize."
"Tang Ling, do you want to know a secret?" Albert stood up. He was even in the mood to pour himself a glass of wine.
Tang Ling said nothing.
"This song was the favorite song of a great hero. At that time, I was still young, and the only scene I remember was this."
"Safe Zone 17 is in crisis. A group of bad guys, a group of ferocious beasts, are about to be destroyed."
"A man took a group of people, a small group of people, fifty, sixty? I'm not sure, and solved the crisis."
"Of course I can't forget his heroic appearance on the battlefield, but what I can't forget even more is that he stood under a pile of corpses and then slowly squatted down. He actually lost his mind."
"Of course, I don't know why he was distracted? I couldn't even read his eyes at that time. I was just held up by my father and looked at him with admiration. I listened to him humming a tune and remembered that sentence. Lyrics—But that’s not the shape of my heart.”
When Albert said this, he drank down the wine in his hand and looked at Tang Ling with his head tilted: "Interesting story, right? Do you want to hear it? A secret."
"Are you done?" Tang Ling stepped closer to Albert, raised his long knife, pointed it at Albert, and said word by word: "I don't want to hear any secrets."
"I don't want to exchange this secret for my life. I will die directly. I only have one request, keep my intact body. I don't want my mother to be too sad when she sees my body. In this case, you are not interested?" Albert was a little panicked, and his hand holding the bottle to pour wine trembled slightly.
"If you don't want to hear it, fight." Tang Ling's attitude was very firm.
Albert sighed, drank the second glass of wine, and then slowly took out a pistol from his clothes.
In fact, with Tang Ling's current speed, it was difficult for the pistol to pose much of a threat to him. If he was not a top gunner, it would be difficult to maintain accuracy, not to mention the fact that he would not be able to capture the target at all.
If you miss a hit, you will die.
"Fight with me with it?" Tang Ling said with a mocking look on his face
But Albert said: "I absolutely believe that you are a person who keeps your promises. The piece of paper with the secret written on it is placed on my desk, leaving my intact body."
After finishing speaking, Ai Bo didn't wait for Tang Ling to say a word, pointed his backhand directly at his heart, and fired.
It was a Desert Eagle, and the power of the bullets it fired was self-evident. It might just be a simple bullet hole in the front, but it would leave a scar as big as a bowl on the back.
Albert said something incomprehensible and simply committed suicide? There is no doubt that even a second-level Purple Moon Warrior, even a Purple Moon Warrior whose talent is more defensive, would not be able to survive a shot aimed at the heart at such a distance.
The power of firearms deserves respect! The reason why they are not a big threat to the Purple Moon Warriors is just because of their speed and neural reflexes.
Tang Ling looked at Albert, but there was no expression of surprise on his face.
He walked slowly to the side of Ai Bo's body, and with a slight tip of his toe, Ai Bo's body turned over, and the wounds on his back were a bit horrific.
There was no heartbeat, no breathing, and the body began to slowly become stiff.
The only choice left to Tang Ling was whether he could be given a decent integrity? Then he went directly to take a look at the secret. In fact, he didn't lose money. Anyway, Tang Ling planned to burn down the mansion in the end.
However, Tang Ling did not go to the desk. Instead, he sat down next to Albert's body. There was a bar here, and on the bar was the wine that Albert had just opened.
Tang Ling was not a polite person, so he directly picked up the bottle of wine and took a big sip.
He actually didn't want to waste time, and he also needed a little alcohol to calm down some complex emotions mixed with resistance in his heart.
"Do you know why you are not as good as Andrew?" Tang Ling put down the bottle of wine and muttered to himself. Of course, the dead Albert could not respond to Tang Ling.
"Because, what makes Andrew better than you is not only his brain, but also he is more like a man. He at least knows that when he cannot escape, he dares to fight me openly."
"Then, he understood better the difference between little cleverness and great wisdom. Great wisdom is forcing the enemy to agree to his request. For example, in the end, I didn't continue to hurt Andrew's partners, and I didn't even care about Henk's departure. "
"You are as smart as you." As Tang Ling spoke, the long B-grade alloy knife was placed on the back of Albert's neck, but it was still a certain distance away from the back of Albert's neck.
Tang Ling stopped talking. He paused for a second. Suddenly, the long knife was slashed directly, and Ai Bo's head and body were separated instantly.
But the consciousness of the brain would not be interrupted. At this moment, Albert actually opened his eyes and looked at Tang Ling in disbelief.
Tang Ling glanced at him contemptuously, took another sip of wine, and said, "I gave you a chance to fight, but you only have one chance. So, this time you just die."
"Do you think that since you told me half of the so-called secret and aroused my curiosity, I will definitely read the piece of paper and be a person who keeps my promise? I won't lose anyway?"
"No. First of all, I hate the secrets you tell me. Secondly, I hate others playing psychological games with me, and I hate being led by others. Your plan is not exciting at all."
"Finally, you must have doubts, why did I see through you? Well, I won't tell you." As Tang Ling spoke, he walked over and lifted Albert's head. At this time, Albert had completely lost consciousness.
But Tang Ling did not leave. Instead, he stood in the room and continued to listen to the unfinished music.
He didn't know what he was thinking, he kept his head down and remained silent.
When the last lyrics were sung, he walked over, picked up the vinyl record from the record player, and broke it into pieces without hesitation.
Then, he carried Albert's head and walked out of the room without going to the desk.
**
Su Xiao looked at the sky, looking a little sad, but his expression was a little serious.
He 'saw' everything, and he understood what Tang Ling did, but the result was still expected.
"I've actually been quite a failure in this life. I think my son will resent me when he grows up. Maybe he won't be able to understand me for the rest of his life." Tang Feng rarely feels sad, but this time he wanted to laugh, but there was something in his eyes. Showing deep sadness.
"What can I do for you? My brother?" Su Xiao still looked at the sky, but there was no answer in his heart.
He can do nothing but deceive! But could he deceive Tang Ling? No, and this kid will not be deceived.
Things in this world are so unhappy. Often throughout one's life, one sees through all the glory, power and desire, but cannot wait for an understanding.
Look, at the last moment, you realize that what you want in your heart is very simple. Untangling regrets and pursuing forgiveness is like returning to the time when you were born and were not blinded by desire.
But how can we go back in time
Then, will his daughter forgive him
Su Xiao didn't dare to think about it anymore, let alone her daughter, even if she had a romantic relationship with Luo Na, she wouldn't forgive him, right
Well, forget it if you don’t forgive. When you die, you can only see through and let go.
The battle is about to begin.
(End of chapter)