The night before the promotion

Chapter 98 The Desperate Man Has No Regrets
Countless bullets poured onto the sword dancer's body, once again making holes in the already damaged armor.

Amid the rain of fire that was speeding across the sky, pieces of bullet casings fell to the ground, making a tinkling sound, as if they were playing a sharp and crisp piece of piano music.

The sword dancer was on full alert, and was about to close the distance with Charles to deal him a fatal blow, when Charles suddenly stopped firing, and then the entire armed incarnation fell to the ground in a mess like a heavy corpse, and under the push of inertia, it hit the wall and stopped.

"The Ombudsmen dealt with Charles."

Dong Yuan's voice came from the channel, but Zhou Si could barely make out that there was a different emotion in his voice... a hint of imperceptible sadness.

"What happened?"

Zhou Si adjusted the sword dancer's posture, and now it was left to fight Turing one-on-one.

"Charles filled his dream pool with explosives. The situation was urgent, and many inspectors present were swept away by the explosion..." Dong Yuan paused, "From the beginning, this group of people never thought of leaving alive."

Zhou Si murmured, "It seems that Huo Daochuan is the same."

"We have already requested armed avatars to carry out the strike. There will be no mistakes in future operations."

Dong Yuan's voice stopped abruptly.

No one expected that a capture operation would turn out like this. Perhaps it was because the inspectors did not take Charles seriously.

Yes, without the armed avatar, what kind of trouble could an ordinary sick person cause? Just a few strong men would be enough to knock him to the ground.

But Charles still took his revenge, revenge on those who despised him, just as they had despised the disease of leukemia.

"Huo Daochuan, it's not too late to give up resistance now."

Zhou Si tried to persuade him to surrender again, giving an example, "Charles caused a tragedy, but similar tragedies will never happen again."

"The Armed Avatar will attack your residence. It will be meaningless even if you fill the entire room with explosives!" he shouted. "The Man of Steel will wade through the sea of ​​fire and kill you in the Dream Pool!"

"Hahaha! So what!"

Huo Daochuan laughed from under the Turing mask, and he responded fearlessly, "Whether it's revolution or terrorist attack, it requires sacrifice!"

"I'm ready!"

The roar of cannons rang out, the brilliant flames rapidly magnified in Zhou Si's eyes, and the early warning sounds screamed and roared in his ears.

The sword dancer turned his body with all his strength, narrowly avoiding the shell. Dense sparks and iron filings flew between the two.

Before the first roar died away, another roar came.

Turing fired continuously, and did not stop even when the barrel was hot and red. The continuous explosions swept through the enclosed space like a hot sandstorm, and the advancing thick smoke submerged everything.

Zhou Si's thoughts became more and more painful and sluggish. It was difficult for him to concentrate on more precise control. The sword dancer simply shot out a grappling hook, nailed it into the ground in the distance, and forcibly dragged the sword dancer to move.

Before the sword dancer could steady himself, Turing launched another attack. A mechanical arm extended from his armpit, equipped with a flamethrower. Just like Ucchusma, blazing flames rushed towards him, filling Zhou Si's entire field of vision.

"Doctor Zhou! I know, I know everything!"

Huo Daochuan's voice was like a roar from hell, echoing under the majestic data tree along with the heat waves.

"I know that in this extremely rotten world, there are still many idealists who are willing to sacrifice themselves for a better world, even if it means their bodies being shattered into pieces."

"For example, you, Dr. Zhou, you have a perfect heart! But, it is also a cowardly heart!"

Huo Daochuan praised Zhou Si with his mouth, but his attacks showed no signs of stopping.

The raging fireworks turned almost the entire area into a sea of ​​fire. The sword dancers rushed through the waves of flames, looking for an opportunity to get close to Turing.

"Yes, you are all too cowardly. Even if you save more patients with the disease of consciousness, what will it matter? For every person you save, two people will fall into the torment of the disease, three people will die from the disease, and more families will be broken!"

The shell pierced through the sea of ​​fire and landed beside the sword dancer. The impact of the explosion caused the sword dancer to shake violently several times, and his armor was full of cracks and was crumbling.

Huo Daochuan rebuked, "I admit that the advancement of the 524 Draft will improve all of this, but how long will it take? How many people will die while waiting? Not to mention, will those damn politicians and tycoons really give up!"

"You are so crazy!"

Zhou Si drove the sword dancer to break through the sea of ​​fire, the grappling hook nailed into the ground under Huo Daochuan's feet, and sped away at high speed.

"crazy?"

Huo Daochuan laughed and said, "This world is a madhouse, and every one of us is a madman!"

Turing swung the chainsword, and the high-speed rotating serrated blade cut the hook rope. The sword dancer's advancing figure began to lose control, and the nozzle behind him repeatedly spewed out flames, trying to stabilize his body.

"Dr. Zhou, all these tragedies stem from the cowardice of you idealists!"

Turing strode forward, his chainsaw sword slashing at the sword dancer's head. "If you had joined us at the beginning, if we had taken action at the beginning, many tragedies would not have happened!"

The sword dancer retreated, avoiding the swing of the chainsword. Zhou Si tried to launch an impact spike, but the distance between the sword dancer and Turing was not enough, so he had to give up.

"Peaceful means will only allow those with vested interests to take advantage of you!"

Turing approached again, the flamethrower blasted out flames, and then the chainsaw sword broke through the waves.

"They are like a bunch of naughty children playing with fire. It's useless to persuade them. What we have to do is to press their damn hands into the burning coals!"

The chainsaw sword cut into the sword dancer's chest, like countless big mouths opening and closing. The sharp teeth repeatedly gnawed at the metal, tearing out rough and jagged scars.

"Right, that is it!"

Huo Daochuan laughed wildly; the sharp friction and electronic distortion made his voice sound so hateful.

"Burn their hands into charcoal! Then chop them off! Only in this way can they feel our pain firsthand and know why we should be in awe!"

The chainsaw sword tore open the sword dancer's breastplate, revealing the complex structure inside. At the same time, the sword dancer also pushed the impact spike into Turing's abdomen.

Pull the trigger!

Like a firing pin hitting a primer, a dull and distant explosion sounded inside the impact nail. The expanding hot air pushed the sharp nails to break through layers of armor and pierce through Turing's waist and abdomen.

Under the hallucination of the disease, Zhou Si saw

Clusters of sparks flashed from the gap in Turing's abdomen, and then bright liquid flowed out, like an overturned paint bucket, colorful.

"I know that my next actions will kill many, many people."

Huo Daochuan's voice was hoarse, paradoxically filled with anger and... fatigue, like the mumbling and whispering of a traveler before he falls down.

"But my folly is for more people, many more, others."

The disturbing laughter sounded again. Inexplicably, Zhou Si recalled the first time he met Huo Daochuan. He looked like a fresh graduate, with immaturity and fear written all over his face.

He vowed, his roaring rage burning away everything of the past.

"I will end all the tragedies here, on this day." The chainsaw sword stabbed along the sword dancer's chest, and the high-speed rotating teeth crushed the cables, circuit boards, mechanical structures, etc., like a meat grinder, crushing everything it touched into fine iron filings and dust.

Zhou Si's vision fell into absolute darkness.

Thus, the sword dancer hung miserably on the chainsaw sword like an empty shell without a soul. With a strong swing from Turing, the broken body was thrown aside, like a large piece of rusty wreckage, and no one cared about it.

Turing stepped over the steel corpse and strode forward. A rocket came from the side and hit Turing's armor, creating a fireball, but when the fireworks dissipated, Turing was still standing.

"To be honest, I don't think this is a good decision."

Song Qiliang dropped the cannon and turned to run towards the bunker on the other side, complaining in the channel, "In the end, it's all up to us? A few flesh and blood bodies to stop the armed avatar? Are you serious?"

"What else? Are we going to watch this bastard destroy the wall?"

Li Weiyun's curses rang out in the channel, and correspondingly, another rocket attacked Turing from another angle, emitting flames.

"No matter what, we can't let it move forward," Xiang Ji raised his anti-material sniper rifle and aimed at the gap in Turing's abdomen, "even if we will die here."

The deafening sound of gunfire brought with it a flash of gunfire. Unfortunately, after realizing that there was still resistance, Turing deliberately lowered his body, and the armor plate blocked the gap in his abdomen. Then, the armor-piercing bullet left a weak dent on the metal surface.

More gunshots rang out from all directions, like a grand symphony, dropping countless copper-yellow bullet shells.

They were the armed men in the stone fortress. Although they had lost their most powerful incarnation, humans themselves were a weapon. They picked up their guns after a long absence and, like in the wars of the old times, used their flesh and blood to fill in one line of defense after another.

Turing turned around in disappointment. The flamethrower released a sea of ​​fire indiscriminately. Some people avoided it in time, while others struggled and wailed in the sea of ​​fire, turning into burning corpses, lying there quietly.

The scarred giant is still moving forward.

Keep moving forward with determination.

Never stop moving forward.

Until... until another obstacle blocked it.

Turing paused, and his voice was extremely sad.

"Why bother, Doctor Zhou?"

Zhou Si staggered over along the gap in the sea of ​​fire. He looked terrible at this moment. His hair was wet with cold sweat and stuck to his forehead. His eyes were full of bloodshot and his gaze was tired, with blood spilling at the edges.

His steps were very slow, and he even staggered a little due to the intermittent twitching of his body. It seemed that he would fall down at any second, but he still walked over.

When the sword dancer fell and woke up from the dream pool, he rushed over without stopping.

Huo Daochuan sighed, "Doctor Zhou, you have done your best. Even if you lie in the dream pool for a while longer, no one will blame you for anything after all this happens. Moreover, you may even become a hero of resistance, be reported by the media first, and become a household name."

"But you still stood up, walked in front of me, and became my last obstacle."

He asked in confusion, "Why? Doctor Zhou, what kind of motivation drives you to be a good person in this insane asylum?"

"I...I don't know."

After a brief calm, Zhou Si spoke intermittently, his shattered consciousness filled with personal emotions.

"I don't know what's wrong with you, or what you're chasing after, I... I can't even figure myself out."

"Do humans really have souls? Where do we go after death? What is outside the light cone...

Damn it, Huo Daochuan, the thing this universe lacks the least is unsolved mysteries."

Zhou Si cursed repeatedly, "I'm not a scientist, politician, or revolutionary... I don't know what I should do in the face of this fucked up world, but I know what I can do."

"All I can do is try my best to save more people."

Zhou Si took a deep breath, and his scattered pupils focused again, like a sword that had lost its rust.

"But if...if I must give you a reason or something..."

Zhou Si fell silent after speaking, and after a moment, his voice rang out again.

“Probably just give it your all and don’t let yourself regret it.”

When he said this, Zhou Si laughed inexplicably and sighed, "Okay, this does sound like some chicken soup for the soul, but I really practice it this way."

At this final moment, the mutilated mortal body and the steel giant conversed in the sea of ​​fire, talking about all kinds of absurd things, but it was these words that miraculously made the entire battlefield quiet.

There were no more gunshots or cannon fire, only the crackling sound of burning fireworks. Everyone remained absolutely silent, listening to the souls' narration.

Under the majestic tree of data.

“I hate regrets.”

Zhou Si said to himself.

“My life is full of regrets.

Failure in exams in childhood, heartbreak in student days, setbacks at work, the bumps in the road of life... Damn, it seems like people are born to suffer, and there are countless bad things.

What’s worse is that they can’t kill me, but they are like a fish bone stuck in my throat. As long as I speak or breathe, they will gently sting me to remind me that regret exists.”

Zhou Si silently clenched his fists, and the Shattering Sword hidden in his prosthetic limb was ready to move.

"I thought about it for a long time, and then I realized that regrets, in most cases, are due to my lack of ability as the person involved. If I had worked harder and been stronger... maybe everything would be different.

So what should I do? That is to focus on the present, not wasting every minute and every second, and do my best in everything! "

Zhou Si smiled at the Turing mask. Under the influence of the illusion, the mask was particularly vivid, as if Zhou Si had really traveled through time and looked into the eyes of historical figures.

“So… while I still have the ability to move, while I can still stand up, while I can still swing my sword, I will never admit defeat and lie in that coffin-like dream pool.”

Zhou Si growled and declared loudly, "Even if I have to crawl, I will crawl here and do everything I can to kill you, or be killed by you!"

The Shattering Sword came out of its sheath without any warning, and Zhou Si glared at it.

"This is not for any damn ideals or lofty ambitions, this is just for myself, so that I can have peace of mind in the night after, instead of repeatedly thinking, if I had stood up at that time, would it be different!"

In the corner, Li Weiyu was listening to Zhou Si's roar, which reminded him of what Zhou Si said on the phone that night: "Hatred never lingers overnight" and "Thoughts are clear."

It turned out that those were not just weird words Zhou Si said because he was crazy. Those were indeed his life creed, and he was firmly executing them.

It turns out that Dr. Zhou is not always rational. When necessary, he will do extremely stupid things like a passionate young man.

It turns out that he has so many things hidden in his heart.

It turns out that this is the kind of person he is.

Zhou Si leaped high towards the steel giant and swung his thunder!
(End of this chapter)