First Player

Chapter 3·【Pray for the day when the Supreme Word Spirit is established. 】

The old Vatican's residence was very large, and the two of them walked for a long time before reaching the center of the city, which was a tall Gothic building.

Along the way, Su Mingan saw many lunatics. Some people were yelling madly on the street, some were holding sacrificial pieces of paper and shouting about their wives, and some even stood on the square and set themselves on fire in public. Su Mingan's scalp was numb. Sure enough, the theme of this world was madness, and he was now at the peak of madness.

"Deputy leader." The guard at the door saluted Xiao Jingsan.

"Wen Sheng, follow me." Xiao Jingsan pushed open the heavy door and faced a huge colorful window, with virtual sunlight pouring in. There is no ceiling above, but the top of the distant thirty floors is exposed, like a patio.

Looking at the decoration, which was similar to the style of a church, Su Mingan felt dumbfounded - would an evil organization that massacred countless civilians also pray for God's forgiveness?

Xiao Jingsan said: "The sins of the old Holy See were not committed by me."

"Huh?" Su Mingan raised his head.

"There was a former leader who committed the crimes of massacre of civilians. I am only his successor. When he disappears, I can take over the old Holy See." Xiao Jingsan whispered: "Now I just want to This place is shaped like a paradise and I don’t want to commit any sin.”

"Disappear?" Su Mingan said.

"Yes, the former leader will always disappear suddenly for a period of time. I am responsible for taking over the old Holy See when he disappears." Xiao Jingsan said.

Su Mingan was doubtful. According to this, there is no sin in Xiao Jingsan?

"Didn't you notice, No. 1 Dream Patroller?" Xiao Jingsan suddenly stopped: "The present world has become a hell - people forcing smiles, solidified order and class, rising prices of survival resources, more and more riots and demons Confused netizens, the abuse of psychotropic tobacco, Dream Tour anchors who have suffered mental breakdowns one after another... the world has become a hell."

"...Yeah." Su Ming'an responded, and that was correct.

"The world is full of hell, but I hope there is a paradise." Xiao Jingsan said: "Here, humans and alien species are equal. If the alien species can control the radiation on their bodies, they will live in this city safely. And Those people who were suspected of being aliens, I rescued them from the execution ground and let them live here."

——Is this a kind of happiness?

Listening to Xiao Jingsan's ideas, Su Mingan's thoughts fluctuated - Xiao Jingsan saved those humans who were about to be executed, and saved those alien species who had nowhere to live, so that they could survive in this place without judgment.

In the past, the Holy See became a paradise, but in this world, it is still bound by strict laws and regulations. The positions of heaven and hell seemed to be reversed.

At this moment, Xiao Jingsan asked his subordinates to take Xia Jiawen to the room, and only took Su Mingan down.

"I'll take you to a place." Xiao Jingsan said.

Su Mingan followed Xiao Jingsan and stepped into the elevator.

"Ding." When the elevator door opened, Su Mingan saw a bloody scene.

This is a torture chamber, with several people covered in blood tied to pillars, and people from the old Holy See are interrogating them with cruel methods. Fire tongs, scalpels, and iron tools were hung on the wall, and a smell of rust floated in the air.

"Who are these people?" Su Mingan said.

Xiao Jingsan smiled: "We caught some people who resisted the old Holy See."

Su Mingan looked at this tragic scene. He knew that war would inevitably produce prisoners, but the way the Holy See treated these prisoners in the old days was so cruel.

"You said this is paradise and everyone can be happy, so why can't they be happy?" Su Mingan pointed at the prisoners covered in blood.

Jamel Xiao shook his head, with a hint of innocent cruelty in his tone: "People who are on the wrong team do not deserve happiness."

Su Mingan sneered inwardly. It seems that Xiao Jingsan is indeed an idealist. Xiao Jingsan dreams of creating a paradise, but only accepts those who do not resist the old Holy See.

At this moment, a cry came from the corner, mixed with anger and hatred:

"Xiao Ying!!!"

Su Mingan looked around and saw a man kneeling on the ground with ten of his fingers cut off. This man's face was covered in black and red blood and it looked like he had been interrogated for a long time.

"——Xiao Ying! You have done so many evil things, you will not die a good death! You have killed so many of my brothers, you will be punished sooner or later! You will not die a good death, you will not die a good death!" The man's face was covered with blood, and he kept saying Xiao Jingsan uttered evil words.

The interrogator next to him was so frightened that he immediately covered the man's mouth: "Deputy leader, I didn't expect that he would suddenly curse you..."

"It's okay." Xiao Jingsan shrugged: "This prisoner should be from the City Guard Department."

"Yes, yes." The person in charge of the interrogation nodded.

...Urban Protection Department.

Su Ming'an immediately thought of this just organization. The Urban Guardian Department has a sense of responsibility like a soldier and has always protected the people. Now, there was a member of the City Guard in front of him, who was tortured until he was covered in blood.

Xiao Jingsan took out a revolver from his arms and placed it in front of the prisoner.

"..." The prisoner stared at the pistol, wondering what Jamel Xiao was doing.

"You hate me?" Xiao Jamsan asked.

The person in charge of the interrogation let go and allowed the prisoner to speak. He took a few breaths and said angrily: "Xiao Ying. In your old days, the Holy See bombed cities and massacred innocent civilians. People like you should suffer the pain of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts." ——Although I can't see the day you die, there will definitely be righteous people who punish you. Sooner or later, you will die without a burial place."

"Hey, you people from the City Guard Department are so restrained in scolding others?" Xiao Jingsan sighed: "You are a righteous man who doesn't even know how to release your own evil..."

The prisoner stared at Xiao Jingsan fiercely, with fire about to burst out of his eyes.

"It just so happens that today I met someone I have always admired. To celebrate, let's play a game." Xiao Jamsan pointed to the revolver on the ground: "Here, pick up this pistol and shoot me."

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

The prisoner didn’t understand why Xiao Jingsan said this, but he knew that the opportunity was rare. He immediately raised his body covered with blood, desperately pulled the revolver with his palm that had lost ten fingers, and picked it up with his arms. The gun was pointed at Xiao Jingsan.

Jamel Xiao kept looking at him with a smile.

The prisoner's fingers had been cut off, exposing the white bones. He endured the severe pain and used the bones to tighten the trigger of the revolver, making a "click" sound.

Blank bombs.

The prisoner was stunned and immediately wanted to click the button a second time, but Xiao Jingsan immediately snatched the gun away.

"It's my turn." Xiao Jingsan aimed at the prisoner and fired, making onomatopoeia in his mouth: "Bang."

"Click" sound.

Still empty bombs.

"Okay, it's your turn." Xiao Jingsan smiled and put the pistol back into the prisoner's hand, his voice full of anticipation.

Su Mingan stood aside and suddenly understood what Jamel Xiao was doing.

...Russian turntable.

There are a total of six magazine slots in the pistol, five of them are empty and one magazine is filled with bullets. Both sides take turns to shoot, and whoever gets the bullet at random will die. Su Mingan still underestimated Xiao Jingsan's madness. He did not expect that Xiao Jingsan could bet his life with a prisoner on a whim.

"Click." "Click."

The next two shots were empty shots. When the pistol came to the prisoner's hands for the last time, the prisoner held the pistol and his whole body was shaking.

One-half probability, one-half probability...

Now there is an empty bullet slot and a bullet slot in the pistol. With only one-half probability, it can kill Xiao Jingsan...

Please, please, in order to avenge the comrades in arms, in order to kill the former deputy leader of the Holy See who caused harm to the world, this bullet must be...

The prisoner gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

Xiao Jingsan faced the gun without any dodge or defense. He seemed to be truly gambling with his life, so crazy that it was incomprehensible. It seemed that even if this pistol actually shot out a bullet and penetrated his head, he would still be able to accept it.

"Click."

Under the nervous gaze of the people, the prisoner pulled the trigger, and there was an empty sound.

Blank bombs.

The prisoner's face instantly turned pale, and he laughed several times, seeming to be laughing at his own luck, and at the same time seeming to be laughing at the world. Luck is actually on the side of the villain, why?

Why.

Xiao Jingsan took the pistol and pointed it at the prisoner.

"Then, I'm willing to admit defeat. It's a pity that your luck is not good." Xiao Jingsan under the mask showed a cheerful smile, and his finger was pressed on the trigger: "Goodbye."

The prisoner faced the gun and said coldly:

"You will fall into the Nine Netherworld and suffer from the corrosion of your soul."

"You will be swallowed by the scarlet python, and you will not be able to resurrect in reincarnation."

"You will be chopped off by the angel of judgment and buried in the deep sea forever."

"The gods will not redeem your soul, and you will die without a burial place."

These words of the prisoner came from the scriptures and allusions of the old world, which Su Mingan had not read. But he heard that these must be extremely vicious curses.

The expression under Xiao Jingsan's mask seemed ferocious for a moment, as if he had been stabbed in a painful spot. He pulled the trigger, and with a bang, the bullet was shot out.

"Crack-!"

White tentacles suddenly sprouted out, blocking the captive's face.

Su Mingan has been able to initially master these tentacles. They are not very powerful in combat, but they are convenient and grow very quickly. He can make them extend quickly and retract quickly.

"You want to save him?" Xiao Jingsan said.

"Xiao Ying, since..." Su Mingan wanted to speak. But suddenly a muffled sound was heard.

...The prisoner suddenly fell to the ground.

The prisoner's eyelids opened and closed slightly, seeming to show his gratitude to Su Mingan, and then his last vestige of life disappeared.

He had already been tortured to the point of death by the interrogation. When Su Ming'an blocked the bullet for him, the last breath he held on dissipated.

"Thank you, thank you..." He looked at Su Ming'an with reddish eyes, his voice was torn and weak. He leaned close to Su Mingan, and then whispered in a very small voice:

"Leader...the password on the stone wall here is 7326. There is, there is..."

After the last sound dissipated, the room was silent.

Su Mingan stared blankly at the blood-covered corpse on the ground.

——He suddenly understood the price to pay for resisting an era. Surprisingly, even a prisoner could be a secret sentinel that Su Wensheng had planted in advance, telling him the password to touch the stone wall.

"First Dream Patroller, what did this prisoner whisper to you?" Xiao Jingsan approached him.

"He said." Su Mingan paused for a moment and stared at Jamel Xiao's dark eyes under his mask: "Sooner or later you will go to hell."