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    Chapter 265: Escape

    Bergson shook off the revolver of the pistol, blew in the smoke that dispersed from the barrel, stretched out his well-maintained slender fingers, carefully picked out a cartridge case from the hot revolver, and gently threw it on the table.

    He rarely uses a gun.  Even in the underground shooting range, there are dedicated personnel responsible for loading and changing magazines for him.  Looking at the brass bullet casings taken out from the wheel, as well as the six corpses lying on the ground, his heart, which had always been a calm and stable businessman, finally produced a hint of impulse and excitement unique to male creatures.

    The frequency of shooting is not fast, with an average of one trigger pull every two minutes. Even for a novice who has just received the most basic training, the shooting speed is far faster than this astonishing slow motion.  Obviously¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ªBergson didn¡¯t want to kill too many people with his own hands. He just used the blood of his relatives to let the desperate, indifferent, and angry heart feel a slight coolness after being moistened and soaked by the blood.

    The sound of gunfire.

    The sound of human bones being cracked by huge force, breaking from the middle.

    The screams were hoarse and could be interrupted at any time, mixed with wailing wails.

    This should be the devil's favorite bloody music. Amidst the chaotic and violent noise, the man and woman stuck in the middle of the door suddenly let out a shrill scream that almost shattered the eardrums, accompanied by the "click" sound of broken bones.  , the hard wooden door frame was obviously deformed, breaking towards the inner edge of the frame, and slender and sharp wooden thorns emerged.

    The tight blockage finally showed a loosening gap. The surprised family members quickly grabbed their hands and used them as crowbars. The dying fellow members were yanked backwards, and the front ends of the two bodies that lost control of their center of gravity fell heavily to the ground.  He dragged it across the threshold that was about five centimeters high.  Dazzling bright red blood suddenly surged out from the nostrils that had suffered a violent collision.  The moment his head hit the ground, the hard front teeth hit the marble floor tiles hard, falling and shattering, and squeezing the soft lips alive into shocking and terrifying wounds.  The man's right eye was even caught by the wooden thorns that exploded from the cracked door socket. From the center of the upper and lower eyelids, a black and white lens the size of a ping pong ball was dragged out alive. Before he could scream in agony, he reached out desperately to grab it.  He returned to the part of his body that originally belonged to him, but was trampled over his head by the dense crowd that rushed out from behind.  Just within sight of his bloodshot left eye that he barely opened, there was a slender, smooth white high-heeled shoe with beautiful tapered lines, more than fifteen centimeters in length, which was still trembling after being stepped on.  On the surface of the spherical body, there was a "chi" sound, and countless viscous and transparent liquids splashed.

    In less than half a minute, all the Luton family members crowded in the office had escaped.  Apart from a few dying people and corpses lying on the sofa and the floor, moaning in pain and twitching violently, only Bergson was left standing behind the desk, holding a revolver in his right hand and pointing straight in the direction of the door.  .

    In the center of the groove of the muzzle's sight, no one can be seen.  Curses and screams were constantly coming from the corridors and the hall downstairs, accompanied by the muffled sound of heavy objects falling from heights and hitting the hard ground. Leaving the office and running to the hall on the first floor, one had to pass dozens of people.  The cylindrical spiral staircase is curved around 3.5 meters. The narrow staircase is only large enough for two people to pass side by side. The family members who are eager to escape from the threat of death no longer care about any damn aristocratic etiquette at this moment. They are like violent and savage rotten wolves.  Trampling on the bodies of the same race, stepping on the faces that were smeared beyond recognition by cosmetics, running wildly among the slippery blood and soft flesh.

    Slowly putting down the gun in his hand, Bergson stood upright on the spot, breathing evenly and calmly, with a trace of sarcasm and coldness mixed with a touch of sadness on his pale face.

    "You actually don't have to run so fast. Apart from these few bullets in the gun, I can't get out any extra bullets."

    Shaking his head in self-mockery, Bergson put down the gun in his hand with an indifferent expression, and his body slowly fell backwards as if out of control. He slumped on the chair, his cold and stiff muscles holding a firm expression on his face.  Fixed into a sculpture somewhere between sombre and furious.

    "You should have given up on them a long time ago. These guys are just a bunch of brainless idiots. They can do nothing but lean on you to absorb nutrients and live a luxurious life relying on family offerings. The Luton family is finished, you  We can¡¯t save them, and we¡¯ll never be able to¡ª¡±

    Behind the large high-backed leather chair, a crack about two meters high suddenly appeared on the surface of the blue-gray wall.  As the gap gradually widened, it became clear that it was actually a dark room with an area of ??about five square meters hidden inside the wall.  A figure wearing a black linen robe slowly walked out from inside, walked around the two corpses lying beside the desk, lifted an overturned chair from the ground, straightened it, turned sideways, and looked across the splashed  Sitting on the table with blood and minced meatIn front of Bergson.

    This is an old man with gray hair.  The broad black robe covers all the way down to the ankles. Where the sides of the shoulders are not completely covered by the cloth, you can see the silver-white alloy armor worn inside.  The wide shoulder pads and heavy metal armor make the body look like a heavy and thick wall, full of a formidable sense of power.

    "This is a world full of filth and sin. Only the light of the Lord can save everything, wash away the darkness, and let the sky shine with holy light again¡ª¡ª"

    The old man¡¯s face is covered with deep wrinkles like knife carvings. The thin cheeks make the cheekbones high and convex, and the lines full of hard texture outline the rough outline.  He looked at Bergson with bright eyes and said in a deep and distant voice: "Hesitation is a sign of cowardice and cowardice. Of course, being stupid and brave is not noble, and avoiding war and fearing death cannot be regarded as the most despicable of all human qualities.  Part. You are very smart, quick-thinking and full of wisdom. I have been waiting for you for five years Now, it should be the time for you to make your final choice¡ª¡ª"

    Bergson slowly raised his head, his glazed eyes slowly moved up, stopping on the old man's chest. There was a cross embroidered with silk thread, as eye-catching as blood.  Behind this religious symbol with a long history, left over from the old times, there is also a medieval classical style knight's sword inserted diagonally.

    "You have expected what happened today. Am I right? Dear Father Pierce?"

    Although he used honorifics in his words, Bergson's eyes were fixed on the old man sitting across from him. His eyes were like ice that would never melt for thousands of years, so cold that you couldn't help but shiver.

    "If the Luton family had a few more talented people as smart and capable as you, then the outcome of things would not be like this."

    Father Pierce met Bergson's piercing gaze without fear. It seemed that he did not feel the undisguised hatred and resentment in the other person's eyes at all. Instead, he opened a soft smile and said with a gentle smile.  The voice said: "There are too many people with the surname Luton. They have no sense of belonging or responsibility at all towards the family. They only know how to plunder and extract everything. Greed and arrogance are both the most disgusting parts of the seven deadly sins. Why are you  They have done too much. It is impossible for you to carry the whole family by yourself. Even if you can really deal with the current crisis and make everything calm again, you cannot guarantee whether you will still have the ability when the next danger comes.  The ability and luck to cope with everything. Nothing in this world can exist forever, and the Luton family cannot always rule this territory. The rise and fall of prosperity is the only law in the universe that has been verified by time.  Give up the worldly things you have now, and you will have more and get more¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡±

    "give up?"

    Bergson's face became even more gloomy: "You seem to have forgotten something very crucial - I am the master of the Luton family."

    "But you can no longer save the entire family¡ª¡ª"

    Father Pierce interrupted him coldly: "I have carefully observed the army coming from the south. Their weapons, equipment and personnel quality are far higher than what you call elites. The fall of Feixing City is only a matter of time, even if  Even if you gather all the troops for a decisive battle, you will not be able to change the fate of defeat. You should know this better than me Face the reality, my child, the Lord will open the warmest heart and embrace every pious person.  believer."

    Bergson sat upright in the chair, motionless like a statue, his light gray eyes magnifying every expression on Pierce's face opposite him, and even the slight twitching muscles could be seen clearly.

    Yes, this old man wearing a black holy robe and exuding the aura of a seven-star parasite is indeed smiling.  However, the dark color of the robe and the face that was so thin that the bones appeared to be protruding made the whole person look like a skeleton without flesh and blood.  At the end of the smile is a terrifying abyss where the bottom cannot be seen, and no one knows what is there.

    A few years ago, several monks belonging to the "Sword of God" had come to the Sosbia territory to preach.  Unlike other family heads, Bergson did not send anyone to drive away these outsiders who had ulterior motives and wanted to split the interests of his family at any time.  He knew very well that this was a religious force that was as powerful as the Skeleton Knights and the Red Republican Army, and even more crazy and barbaric.  Don¡¯t inhibit, don¡¯t object, just watch silently.  .  .  .  .  .  This does not mean incompetence or acquiescence, but it means leaving a possible safe escape route in advance.

    Being alive, at least there is hope for a comeback.

    When you die, there is nothing, nothing exists.

    To be honest, Bergson does not hate Lin Xiang.  Killing and being killed, plundering and revenge are the most important things in the wasteland world.Common reasons for conflict.  From the last time he broke into Gargasoni Castle and carried out a bloody massacre of the Luton family members, Bergson had already foreseen that Sosbia and Hidden Moon City had become irresolvable mortal enemies.  Tolerance and peace are just appearances. Hidden Moon City needs various materials provided by Sothbia to maintain its initial development. The strong strength of the parasites has also firmly deterred Bergson from taking any action in terms of force.  The two sides are actually two seemingly inseparable opponents, smiling but trying their best to accumulate strength in private. Only when they have an absolute advantage and the terrifying power to crush them will they launch an attack without reservation.

    Bergson has always believed that the first one to take action should be his own side.  After all, except for the two parasites Wang Biao and Yang Hua, Sosbia was far stronger than Hidden Moon City in terms of economy and military.

    However, the development of things was completely unexpected.  When Bergson spent a lot of effort and a lot of money to hire a sufficient number of parasites, the intelligence coming from the Hidden Moon City forced him to give up the idea of ??revenge - the city with abundant water resources  In the city of Fengyang, one after another high-level parasitic warriors with astonishing strength appeared.  They can even fight against "claws".  Although there is no accurate information proving that the members of the "Devil's Claw" company who entered Hidden Moon City encountered misfortune, Bergson, who is sober-minded, understands that in the wasteland world, "disappearance" and "death" often have the same meaning.  significance.

    The war comes without any trace.

    The mining city fell, the grain-producing areas changed hands, and a large number of troops and soldiers died in the battle.  .  .  .  .  .  Even the eastern coastal area of ????power, which was heavily blocked by the heavy radiation zone, was attacked at the same time.  Lin Xiang's series of clever and intensive combination punches made Bergson dizzy, unable to move, and unable to deal with the increasingly serious situation.

    He was originally just a shrewd businessman, not a strong and brutal warrior.

    "What can I gain by giving up the Luton family?"

    After thinking for a moment, Bergson asked Father Pierce again.

    "I can guarantee your life safety. Even I can let you get what ordinary people dream of."

    The priest smiled, his voice full of irresistible temptation.

    "If what you are talking about is just the most basic food and clothing, then there is no need to continue the conversation between us."

    Bergson waited patiently for the other party to finish, then sneered sarcastically: "Instead of living as humble as a dog, it is better to die now¡ª¡ª"

    "You don't seem to fully understand what I mean¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª"

    Father Pierce stretched out his left hand, tapped on the smooth and hard desk surface, and said: "You can get compensation that matches the entire family. Not money, not material, but powerful, enviable and shocking.  the power of."

    Bergson looked at the old man¡¯s actions and leaned back in his chair without saying a word.  Although his breathing was steady and even, his eyes flickered, but they had already betrayed the uncontrollable excitement deep in his heart.

    "You can evolve into a parasite. There is no danger, there is no so-called biological resistance, and the degree of blood fusion and physical fitness are completely normal. You will no longer be a low-level superpower with only second-level enhanced abilities, but  The fearsome parasite¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡±

    Father Pierce was smiling, with a solemn and holy look on his face.  The fingers of his hands on the table were intertwined, forming a fist that represented piety and honesty.

    Bergson¡¯s eyes flashed with greed and excitement.  Of course he understands what kind of choice he should make between his family and his personal strength - even if he uses medicine to enhance his physique to produce supernatural powers, he cannot obtain eternal metabolism.  In contrast, parasitoids with powerful powers can survive for an incalculable amount of time.

    With time, nothing is impossible.

    With his shrewd mind and the large amount of materials he has secretly retained, it is not difficult to rebuild the family.  Moreover, there are also hundreds of "Lutons" who are completely stupid and want to compete with themselves for power and profit all the time.

    "As far as I know, the strengthening potions sold by the United Doctors Association can only reach the sixth level standard. Converted into the power of an evolved human, it is only equivalent to the three poles¡ª¡ª"

    Although his mind has made a judgment, Bergson still has doubts about the priest's words.

    "The power of God can never be known to mortals."

    Father Pierce took in every change of expression on his face, smiled, and said meaningfully: "My son, this is not a trait that humans can have. You can doubt me, but never question God.  Existence and divine power¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡±

      .  .  .  .  .  .

    Day and night alternate in the sky.

    Behind the thick radiation clouds, the sun and moon are also rotating eternally.  Their shapes have almost been forgotten by the new generation of humans, and they can only use the light they emit to make the earth's creatures feel the existence of light and darkness.

    The blood-red carpet was laid down from the steps of the Gargasoni Castle hall to more than 500 meters away, bypassing the pool and green belt, and leading to the center of the cement road outside the castle.

    Lin Xiang was sitting on the audience stage at the core of the castle hall.  The light gray tight-fitting combat uniform makes every muscle on the body highlight the perfect curves.  The swollen chest muscles and thick arms, legs and feet release a formidable power.  In stark contrast, there is the face that is so beautiful that it can take your breath away, the skin that is incredibly white and smooth, and the eyes that are as clear and transparent as the morning stars.

    Hundreds of figures knelt at his feet. These people were luxuriously dressed, but their bodies were stained with blood and a lot of stains.  His expression was dull, but there was instinctive fear and respect in it.  Most of them lowered their heads. Only a few brave young people would raise their heads slightly and peek at the conqueror sitting in the center of the audience platform as quickly as possible.

    On the marble pillars and wall corners around the hall, there are Hidden Moon City soldiers wearing the same dark gray tones and fully armed standing.  The muzzles of their guns were slightly raised in their hands, and they were vigilantly observing any abnormal behavior among the crowd that might bring danger.  There is no one with superpowers among these descendants, but no one can guarantee that ordinary people will not act more violently than evolved people in desperation.

    Sosperia has been conquered.  Apart from surrendering, the Luton family had no other option.

    (Another year older36, another year closer to death)
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