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- Junkson clearly remembers,
The year I received the virus injection, I happened to be forty-three years old.
?In a sense, age is actually equivalent to human beings¡¯ understanding of the world and surrounding environment. In ordinary language, it is "experience".
The forty-three-year-old man is no longer a child indulging in the arms of his parents, nor is he a simple-minded young man who acts solely on blood and courage. They know how to hide their secrets and know that some things can never be made public. They will choose the appropriate occasion and say something that suits their identity, but they will never expose their secrets. Especially for adults like Jonkerson, who grew up in a family environment, he has seen too much fighting for power and crushing each other. Not just Rockefeller, but almost every family has a similar situation. The police and judges will never accept such cases, and even if they die, their bodies cannot be found. They were either buried in a corner where they would never be found, or stuffed into a crematorium and burned, or they were turned into liquid with sulfuric acid and other potions from head to toe, from nails to hair, except to be preserved in memory. There is no evidence that he ever came to this world.
The Rockefeller family prohibits infighting. But in Junkson's view, that was just a meaningless nonsense. The matter of succession was inevitable from the day the family was established.
Almost everyone is racking their brains for that seat. Head of the family, patriarch, power. .
These things are like drugs that they can't stop. Kill the first heir, and the guy in second place will catch up. A new conspiracy or accident will destroy it, and the third lucky person will fill in again.
A cruel and bloody game. Let everyone involved in it enjoy it. But Junkson felt instinctive fear. The only thing he can do is to try to cover up his abilities and make himself look as clumsy as possible, fundamentally eliminating the threat
Even Toller and Milli, the closest friends, don¡¯t know Junkson¡¯s secret.
He will always "see" some scenes that seem familiar but extremely unfamiliar when his thinking is stuck.
Junkson didn't know how to describe this strange phenomenon. The scenes and characters that appeared in his mind were not fantasy things, but related to an ongoing event at a certain time in his future. As his physical strength gradually evolved from a parasitic to a parasitic general, Junkson "saw" more and more unoccurred scenes with increasing frequency. But there was basically nothing noteworthy about these events. A large part of it is what someone said at a certain time, or an unimportant daily link. It felt like watching an ordinary family documentary ahead of time. As for the content, it¡¯s either eating spaghetti bolognese for lunch today, or a niece or aunt having a hole pierced, or even two or three-year-old children fighting with each other, chattering at the dinner table over who ate an extra donut, and other family trivial matters. .
Of course, not all scenes are boring. For more than a century, Junkerson had "seen" two family heirs being killed by other competitors for various reasons.
As time goes by, these events begin to appear bloody and true. They happened around him, and Junkson could no longer doubt them. He began to take seriously the events he had "seen" in his fantasy. He also believes that this is a special power that has not yet been discovered. He had no one to talk to, so he could only hide his secrets and remain an unappreciated Rockefeller.
If Junkson can make all this public, he must know enough that this kind of power is actually called "prophecy".
Unfortunately, he did not do this.
Junkson is not willing to accept this rescue mission. However, the order came from the Americas headquarters and he simply could not refuse. It's not because of laziness, but subconsciously, Junkson always has an unspeakable fear of the name "Doctors United Association".
In the fantasy world, he has seen death scenes related to the City of Life more than once.
The name "Doctors United" is associated with it, with countless corpses and bones in the background.
Nearly twenty years later, the fantasy scene has changed again, and the content
It turned into a terrifying scene that left Junkerson in disbelief and despair.
There are more and more corpses piled up near the City of Life. After decades of "hallucination", the face of the deceased gradually became clear from blur. Junkson didn't know who the dead people were, and he couldn't find the city associated with them. However, starting from six years ago, among the layers of dead people, Toller's face and Mili's face appeared respectively. Finallyown head.
Junkson doesn¡¯t know if this will really happen. There was no way he could tell anyone else this - no one would believe it. In addition to being regarded as a boring joke within the family, it is likely to arouse the vigilance of those who have a strong desire psychologically as the head of the family. Junkson could only stay in his own residence in Michael City, amidst the crazy chaos, forgetting the chaotic memories that made him uneasy and troubled his thinking.
Reality is gradually appearing around him according to the pictures in the fantasy.
When he received the order and set off with Toler and Milli, Junkson was almost scared to death. But he had no second option. He has been praying silently, hoping that the so-called prediction will come true and that he can leave the City of Life No. 19 safely. However, the cruel reality completely destroyed his fantasy like a sword.
From the moment he saw Yang Hua, Johnson already understood~
You can never change something that is happening.
He has met Yang Hua.
It is not reality, but the images that have appeared countless times and have been firmly engraved in the depths of my mind. Among the corpses stacked next to the huge eggshell-shaped building, the most conspicuous one is the one named Yang Hua. man.
What happened next almost caused Junkson¡¯s nerves to completely collapse.
He desperately wanted to change this dire prophecy - when Toller launched his attack, Junkson had not done his best. His fist touched Yang Hua's body but did not carry any power. Because of this, Yang Hua was not killed on the spot when facing two parasitic generals, but was rescued by the adjudicator. Although Mili was seriously injured, Junkerson also let out a long breath.
His disguise was very clever, and he successfully deceived his other two parasitic general relatives. From Junkson's perspective, the potential crisis seemed to have been resolved. With the strength of the parasitic general Yang Hua possesses, he can successfully escape from the City of Life No. 19. As long as he is immortal, the images in his fantasy will never come true. This also indicates that he can still live safely.
This shouldn¡¯t be considered a mutiny and surrender to the enemy. Junkson just wanted to do his best to change something that was about to happen. Since I saw Yang Hua's body in the illusion, I would try my best to keep him alive. As long as the display does not match the scene predicted by the brain. .
The possible future will definitely undergo some extremely subtle changes in the direction you need.
When the old fugitive from the Samuel Tohen family placed the metal box containing Yang Hua's head on the table like a treasure, Junkson was completely stunned like an idiot.
If it weren't for the presence of Toller and some other people, he would even want to twist off the old woman's head, gouge out her eyes, pull out her tongue, drink all her blood, and gnaw away her flesh - no one knows Junkson Why are you shaking? Why is the complexion pale? Why is it like being shocked by an electric shock, my whole body is stiff, and I feel as cold as ice.
He kept urging Toller to leave the City of Life as soon as possible. Threats, excuses, begging, and even giving up dignity and banging her head on the ground. But Toller's words are indeed very reasonable - "Milli's injury is very serious. She cannot withstand long-distance bumps. There is no one like her in this world." A better place to heal than the City of Life. Although we have achieved our goal, she must live."
Junkson no longer insisted.
It¡¯s not that he was kind-hearted, but because he had a very wonderful idea.
Yang Hua¡¯s death has become an irreversible reality. If you want to change your own destiny, you must ensure that the rest of the people survive.
Therefore, Junkson must keep Milli alive. He couldn't imagine the consequences of his sister's death. This is like the so-called "miraculous" seen by shamans in ancient times through the burning of flames during dance and chaos. It is a prophecy that no one can violate or change. There is always an example that can actually be touched or even happen in front of our eyes. Just like the road sign leading to the end of the abyss, the distance to the final end is shortened bit by bit, but you have no second alternative to go around. You can only be full of fear, but you have to accept your death. reality.
If Junkson is talking about what if. Although Mili was seriously injured, as long as her life can be guaranteed to continue.
Perhaps, the terrible ending will eventually change into something else.
He can't see the future.
The only thing he could do was to guard the girl who was supposed to be a corpse in the illusion and tremble.
The stormy artillery fire completely enveloped the City of Life No. 19. Except for the rising flames and thick smoke, no more unnecessary contents can be seen. Even the huge white arched building standing tall was painted with a layer of dirty and messy black gray.
The streets and nearby houses were shattered. On the edge of the black crater, human internal organs frozen into ice could be seen everywhere, as well as severed limbs of flesh and bone whose bodies could not be distinguished. The corpses of countless clone soldiers were scattered on the battlefield. Some only had half their heads left, and some could only find a piece the size of a palm.
of meat. Under the cover of rapid and violent artillery fire, the outcome that all living and dead things can face is to be completely shattered under irresistible circumstances.
I don¡¯t know whether I should use ¡°they¡± or ¡°them¡± as a pronoun. The clone has no last name or first name. There is only one number that serves as the production code. A combination of letters and numbers such as a67, or c445, or even f22978. They have the same appearance and inner body as humans, but they must implement all instructions poured into their brains without reservation.
¡°They¡± are machines that won¡¯t resist, machines like humans.
A heavy tank, dragging billowing smoke and dust, roared and crashed from the east. It rushed into the clone crowd in an extremely savage manner. Amidst a series of exclamations and screams, it smashed out a bright red road filled with flesh, blood and bones. After the deafening metal impact, there were still people lying on both sides of the neatly striped road compacted by the tracks. They were caught off guard. Their thighs or a certain part of their bodies were crushed, and they were mixed with the soil and became regular-shaped components. No soldiers died on the spot.
"Kill all these damn scum, one"
The beautiful red and gray eyes in Toler's eyes were completely filled with dense bloodshot eyes. He leaned back slightly, and his strong thigh muscles suddenly exerted force. He jumped tens of meters away like lightning, and rushed to the front of the tank that was ramping up its power. With strong inertial momentum, he clenched his right fist fiercely, like a high-speed train, directly colliding with a heavily armored metal beast. Two extremely powerful energies collided crazily at the intersection. The iron-gray armor of the chariot quickly became hot and scalding, and immediately turned into an incredible red color like magma.
It is impossible for normal human eyes to see clearly the entire process of energy collision. The fighting soldiers gathered around the tank only saw that Toler's strong figure was not crushed by the tank's tracks, but his whole body was firmly blocked in front like a rock. But the high-speed chariot seemed to have hit an invisible steel wall hard. The entire body suddenly shook forward. Amidst the harsh "squeaking" metal crackling sound, the turret flew forward high and was unexpectedly forced. The shock left the car body and scattered irregularly toward the sky. It took nearly ten seconds before it crashed to the ground, stirring up a piece of dirty mud mixed with countless flesh and blood.
Toler slowly moved his right arm, looking at the completely deformed wreckage of the chariot with cruel and cold eyes, and the growing anger in his heart was finally vented a little. An abnormal paleness flashed across his face, and the light in the depths of his eyes became flickering. He knew very well that destroying one tank would not change the entire situation of the war. The only and most effective way is to find the Emperor's high-level psychic troops as soon as possible and kill them all, just like the "Blood Angels" and "Space Wolves" legions were annihilated.
He sniffed his nose vigorously, and with his scattered detection consciousness, he had found several unusual energy waves in the east direction. But Toller was not in a hurry to move there. Instead, he took the assault rifle from his shoulder and fired coldly at the few Imperial soldiers rushing at the front. It wasn't until all the bullets were empty that he twisted his neck with a little satisfaction and ferociously rushed to the nearest imperial sergeant. He grabbed the opponent's neck, and under the extremely frightened and desperate gaze, he stretched out his right hand and tightly clamped the top of the sergeant's head. With a crisp "click" sound, he cruelly twisted the opponent's head and body 180 degrees. .
About a few meters behind him, Junkerson also dropped a body that had become limp.
With the two most powerful parasites as the core, dozens of knights directly under the Rockefeller family with black skulls on their chests quickly opened up a huge blank area. They were like a group of evil ghosts who had just crawled out of hell, madly tearing apart all the living creatures they saw. There was no other thought in his mind other than killing them.
Toller was not a born warrior. But this did not prevent him from receiving a series of combat training and absorbing tactical knowledge from books.
He has discovered that the imperial troops attacking the City of Life No. 19 this time are completely different from the previous two legions that were annihilated. The imperial soldiers who were killed by him wore completely different badges and symbols. Their strength is stronger, even ordinary privates are evolved people of the eighth to ninth levels. This situation surprised Toller, and also gave rise to a hint of underlying concern.
"Have you noticed? These guys are completely different from the previous emperors."
Behind him, Junkson's slightly trembling and urgent voice came: "This should be a legion composed of at least eight-level evolutionary superpowers. We, Ithem.
It doesn't seem like I should stay here any longer. "
Toller did not answer.
He is also waiting.
The mass destruction of ordinary soldiers with low combat power can easily attract the attention of the opponent's high-level superpowers. It won't be long before the imperial officialdom will gather in large numbers in this direction. Toller was not afraid. He was even curious and wanted to see who was the leader of this army.
Of course, this is not a sign of stupidity or bravery. With the existence of the breath concealment device, he believed that he could easily escape even in the worst situation.
After all, I am a parasitic general. It is the most powerful and greatest existence in this world. ! . - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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