Global Games: Old Chess Players

Chapter 181 "Everyone who is proud and who does evil will be like stubble. It will be consumed in that day, and no branch will remain."

Four years ago, the Italian border.

The sky is like a gray sea, the sun cannot penetrate the thick clouds, the yellow sand and the gloomy sky reflect each other, making the world as dark as ink, as if all the colors have been deprived by God.

Lorenzo, wearing a torn military uniform, stood in the center of the wilderness. From his sleeves to his trouser legs, his whole body was stained with brutal blood, and the dark red liquid continuously flowed from the opening in his arm.

Look around and look around.

There are cold and dark guns, bloody corpses, and distorted and frozen faces on the sand dunes. Looking farther away, there is an untouchable horizon.

Lorenzo raised his face and looked towards the sky, his blue eyes as blue as the sea had never been so dim.

After a long silence, he stretched out his right hand and took out a worn book from the pocket of his coat.

Lorenzo lowered his eyelids, stroked the words in the book with his fingers, and read in a muddy and hoarse voice:

"I know my Redeemer lives, He is the living Lord, when I am lost in the deep valley, He leads me in the way of righteousness. I know my Redeemer lives, He is the living Lord, When I am alone in the wilderness He is with me as my lamp."

After a while, the gray clouds suddenly faded away, and the clouds and mist were pushed away, and a huge sun disc appeared in the sky.

The young man raised his head high, his slightly narrowed eyes shining brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Half an hour ago, in New York, in a ward.

Lorenzo raised his heavy eyelids, opened his bloodshot eyes, and saw the boy covered in bandages on the hospital bed.

The boy's arm, which was not completely covered by the bandages, exposed a piece of black skin like coke, which also contained the whiteness of bones and the ferocity of blood.

Lorenzo watched this scene, his face twitched violently, his deep eyes were hidden under his hair, a violent dark red floated in the depths of his pupils, and the original blue was completely replaced.

He panted deeply, over and over again, his whole body was trembling like a wild beast, like a survivor who had just escaped from the chaotic swamp, greedily fighting for air with his mouth and nose.

After a long time, he opened the Bible and murmured in a dark voice:

"I know that my Redeemer lives. He is the living Lord. When I am lost in the deep valley, He leads me in the path of righteousness. When I am alone in the wilderness, He is my lamp with me."

After the words fell, Lorenzo raised his eyes and turned his head to look out of the window. What he saw was the sky that was so gloomy that it could squeeze out black water.

He gritted his teeth and repeated:
"I know my Redeemer lives, He is the living Lord, when I am lost in the deep valley, He leads me in the way of righteousness, I know my Redeemer lives, He is the living Lord, when I am alone in the wilderness He will be with me as my lamp!"

However, nothing has changed, everything is as cruel as usual.

"When I was lost in the valley, He led me in the way of righteousness—!!!"

Lorenzo bent down, holding his head that was about to be torn apart, roaring like a wild beast, and the violent tinnitus damaged every nerve in him.

"When I was alone in the wilderness, he was with me as my lamp—!!!"

After a long while, the medical staff rushed to the ward, only Cosimo was left. The window of the ward was open, and the strong wind before the rainstorm was blowing in.

Moscow, Russia.

The torrential rain was pouring, and large and large raindrops slapped the repeatedly changing traffic lights, LED display screens of high-rise buildings, shop signs, cold asphalt roads, dim street lights, and dull bronze sculptures.

Lorenzo came to Arbat Street.

This is one of the oldest surviving streets in the Russian capital, known as the "Elf of Moscow". Arbat Street was built in 1493 and has a history of more than 500 years.

On both sides of the road, a sea of ​​purple and blue flowers swayed frantically in the rain.

Lorenzo didn't hold an umbrella and let the rain drench his body. He put his hands in the pockets of the black windbreaker and walked slowly to the end of the street. The dark scarlet in his pupils was particularly dazzling in the rain.

Go to the tavern at the end of the street, open the door, and walk into it.

The sinner named "Andre" was drinking in the museum, having a carnival with his three old friends all day long, celebrating the victory of the North Pole copy, as if it was such a great thing.

Half an hour ago, Gu Qiu hacked into the official database and brought Lorenzo the detailed information of these players.

Moreover, he also hacked into Moscow's defense system, paralyzing all monitoring in this area.

Lorenzo wrote down their names: Andre, Karev, Binonchi, and Makmin—they were the ones who pushed Cosimo, who was seriously injured, and fed him into three heads in the battle at the North Pole. In the dog's mouth...

The door of the tavern was pushed open, and the torrential rain poured in, sweeping over Lorenzo's back. His pitch-black windbreaker fluttered in the strong wind, and the depths of his dark red pupils seemed to be flowing with lava.

"Which bastard didn't see us..." Mark finished speaking halfway, and when he saw the visitor's face, his tone was stunned, "...it's you."

"It's me." Lorenzo stepped forward two or three times, grabbed his neck, and pushed him against the wall.

"I have arranged reporters nearby, and there are cameras in the tavern. If you kill us, then you..."

"Pfft-"

Ma Kemin's voice stopped abruptly, and his head was torn off by Lorenzo. The body without the head was like a kite with a broken string, slowly sliding down along the wall, and sat slumped on the ground.

Violent blood painted a gully on the wall.

Silent.

Lorenzo twisted Makmin's head, and turned around expressionlessly. He tilted his head, and the scarlet in the depths of his pupils kept beating, as if a beast from hell was about to explode from its ovaries.

"Oh!"

In the next second, Ma Kemin's head was squeezed open, like a tomato crushed by a steamroller, and violent blood splashed out, completely dyeing Lorenzo's gloomy face red.

"Markmin!" Karev yelled.

"The day draws near, and it will be like a burning furnace. The proud and wicked will be like stubble. On that day they will be consumed, and no root or branch will remain."

Lorenzo rushed to Karev's side.

He stretched out his blood-red right hand, and the gray characters engraved with the words "despair" and "fear" surged out, squeezing Karev's brain instantly, and blood and brains gushed out like mud.

"How is it possible, this person is the captain of the law enforcement team, hey, we are players! We are players! What are you going to do to us?! Shouldn't you protect..." Binongqi's voice stopped abruptly.

"The memory of the righteous will be praised, but the name of the wicked will perish."

Lorenzo's right arm pierced through Binonchi's chest, and five dark fingers firmly grasped his heart, crushing the beating red life immediately.

"Whoosh-"

Blood splashed and soaked Lorenzo's black windbreaker.

Blood continued to flow from between his right fingers and splashed on the ground.

Andre, the leader of the four, was so frightened that he slumped on the ground, trembling all over, not daring to move, like a pinched doll.

"Those rumors are true...you are a monster, you are a monster!" He roared hysterically, his eyes contracted, reflecting this man who looked like the king of Hades.

Lorenzo pushed away Binonchi who had lost his heart, slowly raised his ghostly head, and stared at Andre coldly.

"The wicked will not stand in the judgment, nor will sinners stand in the congregation of the righteous."

As he approached Andre step by step, the dark red in the depths of his pupils became more conspicuous. In the end, the whites of his eyes were covered in pitch black, like a demon soaked in a sulfur spring.

After a while, Andre's chest was split in two from the middle.

Lorenzo released a sequence of skills to keep him awake, then picked up a small knife, and slowly cut out his internal organs, as slender and calm as a nobleman peeling an apple.

The two shared a quiet moment.

After a while, Lorenzo suddenly raised Andre's right hand, and whispered in his ear: "...you are using this hand to push my brother to hell, right?"

Andre's throat had been cut by Lorenzo, he couldn't say a word, he just wailed silently with his bloody mouth open and his eyes empty.

Later, Lorenzo snapped off his fingers one by one.

Rain, still falling.

The blood rained down more violently than the rain.

After a while, the tavern was dead silent, and there were only four broken corpses on the ground, the flesh and blood of four Russian players, and their organs spilled all over the ground, making the scene extremely hideous.

"Is it too easy for them to die...they deserve a more painful death."

Lorenzo felt quite empty, and there was a dull light in his eyes. He released emotional characters casually, and crushed the remnants of these people together, leaving no scum.

None of the bones of the four remained.

At this moment, the door of the tavern was pushed open again, and a boy in a black hoodie walked into the tavern.

"Oh, it seems to be a step late." He took off his hood, and his black hair was wet by the rain.

In an instant, Lorenzo's figure was fleeting, his right hand was already strangling the boy's neck, he raised his blood-stained cheek, and this familiar face was reflected in his pupils.

"...Ansen Deer?" Lorenzo was startled for a moment, and then laughed a few times: "What's the matter? Why didn't you release those pawns? I might have killed you if I was a second later."

"Damn it, your hands are too dirty! Brother, I'm a clean freak, let go quickly." An Senlu's tone was quite disgusting.

Lorenzo let go of Anson's neck, sat on the chair, looked directly at him with dark red eyes, and asked almost wordlessly, "So, what are you doing here?"

"It seems that you are still rational. I wanted to knock you out and take you away."

"Answer my question!" Lorenzo's voice sank.

Anson Deer shrugged and said unhurriedly:
"I know you asked Gu Qiu to black out all the surveillance cameras in this area, but those people hired by Andre saw you walking into the tavern, and probably took pictures of you as evidence."

"Then?" Lorenzo poured himself a glass of red wine.

"The fact that you tortured and killed four players will be exposed soon." Anson Lu paused, "And, your current appearance will also be seen by the whole world."

"Yes, so what?"

Ansen Lufu sighed lightly: "Brother, you represent the law enforcement team. What is the law enforcement team? This directly symbolizes the reputation of the officials of various countries. In people's eyes, the only organization that can be trusted unconditionally, the result is that it is completely because of your fault. Crash."

"It doesn't matter." Lorenzo said coldly.

"It doesn't matter?" Anson Lu couldn't believe it, "The world will be in chaos, you will be executed by the law enforcement team, and the person who executes you will be your familiar teammates."

"...so what?" Lorenzo narrowed his dark red eyes, his voice was still contemptuous, and his messy long hair danced wildly in the wind.

"Cosimo is not dead, so there is no need for you to give up on yourself. The days ahead will be long."

"You can see that I'm going crazy, and if I drag it on, my mental state will only break down even worse."

"In Huaxia's national team, there is a player named 'Bamboo Shadow Healer'."

"what do you want to say in the end?!"

"She can help you." An Senlu covered his ears and said with a headache: "I am very familiar with the Huaxia National Team, and I can guarantee that she will treat you mentally without revealing your information. "

"No, I can no longer trust myself, and I can no longer trust the species 'human'."

Lorenzo lowered his head, his dark red pupils hidden under his messy long hair.

"The pope's sequence gave me an extraordinary perception of human emotions. You can't imagine how despicable a race human is in my eyes. They kill each other, calculate each other, weak, stupid, dirty , greedy, simply disgusting."

An Senlu pointed to himself, and asked shamelessly, "What about me?"

"I can't see through you, I can't feel too much emotion from you, you are special, but it is only a special example, there are many, many scum like these four Russian players in this world , I cannot tolerate their existence."

"Oh, what about your younger brother?" Anson Lu stared at Lorenzo and said almost wordlessly, "Don't tell me that in your eyes, he is also a so-called 'despicable human being'."

Lorenzo was silent for a long time, and took a sip of red wine: "An existence like him will only be abandoned by human beings, because human beings simply cannot tolerate such a noble existence, they are not worthy."

"I understand." Anson Lu smiled, "No matter what, I need your help to kill that snow dragon."

"It's too late." Lorenzo sneered, "Once this matter gets out, I will be abandoned by the authorities, and they will regard me as 'David Kench' and clear me."

"It's not too late, there is still room for redemption."

"Recover, how to recover?"

"Gu Qiu blacked out the nearby surveillance cameras." An Senlu said, "Then, those eyeliners arranged by Andre can confirm that you walked into this tavern, but at the same time, they also saw me walking in. "

"so?"

"I killed people, that's all."

"You're crazy," said Lorenzo without thinking.

"I'm not crazy, we have to hurry up, or it will be too late." An Senlu turned his head and looked at the other end of the street, "The reporter hired by Andre is already approaching the tavern."

Lorenzo stared blankly at Anson Deer and asked after a long silence:
"Is it worth it?"

"It's worth it." Anson Lu twisted his stiff neck with his hands, "I'll say it again, if at this point in time, what you did was exposed, what kind of chaos the world would be in is unimaginable. "

"Then what do you do?" The dark red in Lorenzo's pupils gradually faded.

"I don't care, I don't represent the official, I just play for myself." An Senlu said flatly:

"Please, isn't it just killing a few people? This trivial matter is not worth mentioning. Unlike you, if your reputation collapses, it will be very difficult for people to trust the official again.

The world is in such a mess, if even the government loses its prestige, then the earth will really start to 'run away', there is no need for that snow dragon, human beings are enough to destroy themselves. "

Lorenzo lowered his voice and said slowly: "If you do this, you will become an out-of-control monster from the number one player in the world in the hearts of the people."

"Then what? It doesn't affect me at all. At most, I just need to move." An Senlu closed the door of the tavern. "I only care about the people around me, and I don't care what other people think of me. This is the relationship between us." the difference."

"you……"

"There's no time, let's put on a show." An Senlu approached him and teased:
"Anyway, let's act more realistically. At least it's not worse than your performance on TV. That 'serial interview' program really made me sick. Your hypocritical face is so fucking disgusting."

"You're still the same as before, beyond hopelessly weird."

"The people in our hell lighthouse are like this, everyone is weird."

Lorenzo laughed unhappily. He covered his face, laughed maniacally and suppressedly for a long time, and then took off his blood-stained gloves, "So...how are you going to act?"

"Uh..." An Senlu curled his lips, "Actually, I'm really not good at this. How can I act well? Or the old chess player ran away and was killed by the captain of the law enforcement team?"

Before he finished speaking, he had already launched the chess field, and the surging field spread like a sea, covering the central area of ​​Arbat Avenue, and the nearby residents were thrown into a commotion.

Lorenzo stared blankly at the unfolding chess field, which was a symbol of old chess players. Once the chess field appeared on Arbat Street, Ansenlu would be inseparable from this incident.

An Senlu didn't intend to leave a way out for himself at all.

"Anson Deer..." Lorenzo said hoarsely.

"how?"

"Thanks," he said, "I owe you a favor."

"Let's save this kind of polite talk for later." An Senlu put his hands in his pockets, "Also, in terms of acting, I won't lose much to you. At least it's easy to pretend to be a bad guy."

After finishing speaking, he raised his brown eyes, the depths of which were filled with violence and coldness, like a beast devouring people.

"I will hurt you a little bit, Brother Pope, don't blame me in the future."

A day later, New York, Law Enforcement Building, ward on the top floor.

The blond boy in hospital gown was lying on the bed, his curly hair was so curled up that it was almost unsightly and messy.

Cosimo slowly raised his eyelids, sat up, his blue eyes looked at the TV, and his bewildered face was immediately reflected on the dark TV screen.

He turned his head and looked at the clear sky outside the window.

Messy memory fragments poured into my mind like a flood.

He tried to move his legs, but there was no response from his legs, like two pillars that had nothing to do with him, disgusting.

"Well, sure enough, I'm no longer a player..." Cosimo lowered his head, his blue eyes suddenly dimmed.

Losing the "Cyber ​​Attack" sequence, he will return to the status of an ordinary person. Then, his legs will also return to the state before he became a player-disability.

It's hard... to be able to run again.

A line of tears flowed from the corners of Cosimo's reddened eyes. He gritted his teeth and wiped away the disappointing tears with both hands.

But the more this happened, the more tears flowed down uncontrollably.

"Hey, little brat."

The sudden voice made Cosimo tremble with fright, he suddenly raised his head and stared blankly at the uninvited guest.

I saw a boy in a school uniform standing against the wall.

"Long time no see." An Senlu smiled at him.

"Anson deer?!" Cosimo exclaimed.

"Don't be so loud!" An Senlu hurriedly made a silent gesture, "Brother, I managed to sneak in. The security of your law enforcement team building is very strict."

"No, why are you here?" Cosimo stared at Anson Deer, and for some reason, the tears flowed more fiercely. He pursed his lips: "Come and laugh at me? All right, you won."

Anson rubbed his forehead and said with a headache: "Please, brother, although I am wicked, I am not so wicked that I came to New York to laugh at you, right?"

Cosimo wiped away his tears and thumped his unresponsive legs, "Here, I can't stand up anymore, I'll be a waste from now on, we shouldn't be able to fight monsters together anymore."

"Still standing up."

"what?"

"This thing is for you," Anson Lu pulled out his right hand from his pocket, and threw a black card to Cosimo.

"Ah?" Cosimo took the card and asked puzzledly, "What is this?"

An Senlu raised the corner of his mouth and said triumphantly: "This thing is called a 'sequence card', which can allow idiots who have lost their player qualifications to regain their player qualifications."

Cosimo froze in place, dumbstruck, unable to say a word.

"Little kid, you can figure out the rest yourself. I'm busy moving these two days, so I'll leave first." An Senlu said, "Be careful next time, kindness is a good thing, but you can get a clear target."

After finishing speaking, Ansen Deer disappeared in place, as if returning to the original city using the mechanism of the travel volume.

Cosimo stared blankly at the card. Lines of text gradually appeared on the black card.

[The sequence card has been used. 】

[Player name: Cosimo. 】

[Sequence name: Cyberstrike. 】

[Welcome back to the evolution game, I wish you a happy game. 】

At this time, a familiar voice came from the corridor.

"Cosimo, are you awake?"

Lorenzo, who was wearing a white windbreaker, held a bouquet of flowers and pushed open the door. The moment his sight touched Cosimo, his expression changed drastically, and he approached the hospital bed in three steps at a time.

Cosimo's face twitched slightly, and tears kept streaming from the corners of his eyes.

He stared blankly at Lorenzo's face, and this time he wept even harder, wailing undisguisedly like a child.

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