He's a blackened heartthrob

Chapter 171 [171] The second generation is offline
"boom--!!"

The roaring sound shook the earth!

The yellow sand raged across the sky, mixed with the arrogance of contempt for ants.

The pupils completely covered by the red light became ferocious and terrifying, like the deepest resentment and disgust from the bottom of the heart of an extremely resentful person towards a jealous person.

The chestnut-haired boy was reflected in the brown eyes, and the blood-red light appeared in front of the retina. It seemed that there were only three words engraved on it, as if the hell devil was constantly chanting in his head, full of "Kill him, kill him" words.

The heart of the second generation is extremely twisted.

His brain, his thinking, only revolved around one person, the only softness has been branded, and other places are instilled with hostility and viciousness.

Even if you don't accept brainwashing, the character you have already formed cannot be changed no matter what.

Once the person around him has more tenderness in his heart that no longer belongs to him alone, the boy's emotions will become more violent.

His hostility is very heavy, and the belligerent and bloodthirsty factors are superimposed in his body. This is the biggest difference between him and the first generation.

Because—he is a paranoid lunatic to the extreme.

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Ling Qi held the gun tightly, and the two miniature guns changed their shape in the boy's hands, following the controller's thinking to reorganize the required functions, which are much more flexible than the fixed weapons in the laboratory.

The chestnut-haired boy stared vigilantly at the blue-clothed boy who was pressing forward.

The pupils completely engulfed by the red light made the second generation look extremely terrifying.

The sneering smile that emerged from the corner of his lips gave people a feeling of extreme suffocation, as if the god of death had come.

"Number [-], do you know?" The second generation smiled and said, "There are too many things that I hate in this world."

"You are one of them."

Ling Qi pursed her lips, suddenly snorted, raised her eyebrows and said, "Coincidentally, there are not many things that NO.11 hates, but you are among them, do you feel honored?"

"boom!"

The bullet was fired instantly!

The chestnut-haired boy rolled sideways to the other side of the dune to avoid the blow!
However, the dense ammunition still made it difficult for him to get away completely, and a bullet grazed his cheek, drawing a bloodstain.

The converted gun is the charge one, which has a rate of fire comparable to light.

While dodging, Ling Qi hit back with the two guns in his hand, and shot through the second generation's palm!

However, these wounds were just innocuous to the teenager.

The blue-clothed boy stared at the slightly embarrassed Ling Qi in front of him, and said coldly: "You are not my opponent without direct attack power."

The second generation didn't want to waste any more time, tearing open the crack with the bloody palm, and the bazooka shot out in an instant!
The sand dune where Ling Qi was located was blasted into a basin!

Without a mecha, Zero Seven, who is more inclined towards auxiliary abilities, has no comparable force.

The chestnut-haired boy's eyes darkened slightly, and his breathing was rapid.

The gun can shoot out a protective shield to help him resist this attack!

But the huge impact force from the explosion of the rocket launcher made Ling Qi fall back hard!
His hands were shaken by the powerful force, and he couldn't hold the gun anymore. He was thrown flying, and then fell heavily into the sand!
"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the boy prostrated himself on the ground, his arms trembling, and slowly supported his body.

Two guns flew to the other side, far away from him, and it was difficult for Ling Qi to climb over to pick them up, because the boy in blue had already walked up to him, grabbed his collar, and smashed it hard towards the ground !

"boom!"

There was a very arrogant smile on the second generation's face. Although his well-behaved and good-looking appearance gave this smile a bit of cuteness, there was more hostility between his brows.

"Goodbye, Zero Seven."

The boy squinted his eyes, and the murderous intent that appeared in his pupils was so cold that he couldn't move his whole body.

A gap was torn between the palms that pressed Ling Qi's head, and the second generation knew that this time, it was a real goodbye to No. [-].

At this moment, his face finally returned to the original innocence and cuteness, but the brown eyes still had an unconcealable violence.

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The vast desert.

Everything became extremely quiet after the gunfire.

The billowing dust and smoke covered the setting sun and the sky ahead.

The surroundings are quiet, yet noisy.

Silence is the sky, noise is the world.

The wind was harsh, and the needle-like pain seemed to pierce the eardrum.

The blood flowed down from the head, flowing very fast, like a torrent, breaking through the dam, rushing towards the end of life, resolutely cold as there is no possibility of recovery.

Ling Qi felt that his consciousness was blurred, but he could still think.

The hand pressing on the head seemed to loosen its strength.

He barely raised his head, and glanced at the weak boy who squatted beside him and laughed at him.

At this glance, he stopped.

Blood gushing out from the top of the boy's head.

Wet your hair, your cheeks, your collar, and gradually spread to every corner of your body.

The blue-clothed boy's face was pale and unbelievable.

He looked sadly at the girl who picked up two solitary guns not far away, his red lips moved slightly, and asked silently: "Why?"

--why?
The girl not far away didn't answer him.

The gun aimed at his head fired again.

This time, it didn't miss, and hit right between his eyebrows.

The boy whose brain was severely traumatized instantly lay on his back on the ground, the powerful impact of the bullet made him fall backwards, and the long-dried desert eagerly devoured the boy's blood.

The red sandy mud gradually became soft and warm, but the boy's body gradually became stiff and cold.

The effect of the repair medicine does not include the head. The weakness of the second generation is the brain. Once damaged, the whole person will become weak and must be treated in time.

But the girl obviously won't give him any room for restorative treatment.

Because the third bullet broke the hand he was about to repair, erasing any trace of the repair fluid.

The boy struggled and tried his best to take a look at the girl who walked beside him. In his brown eyes, there were sad and sad tears.

He wanted to speak calmly, but tears gushed out along with the blood at that moment.

"You came in time." The chestnut-haired boy barely sat up and said, "Another step later, and I will die."

The girl smiled and said, "I sent you a message, but you don't read it yourself. But you are also lucky, and you can really delay until now. It's hard work to attract the second generation's attention."

Brief conversation.

But it contains too many things.

The hidden information fell into the ears, and at this moment, the second generation seemed to finally understand something.

He tried his best to look at Jingshu.

He saw the two guns that had been thrown aside, the baby girl was holding in her hands, and he also saw the girl who had smiled and doted on him before, staring at him with absolutely cold and disgusted eyes, like the same The sharp knife kept lingering at his body.

Cut to the bone, deep enough to suffocate.

It was a look he would never forget.

Because it was something that caused him a million times more pain than any physical pain.

It was the rotten root system that wanted to stay in the soil stubbornly, but only found out at the end that it turned out to be the ultimate despair after it had been completely rejected by the soil from the very beginning.

Jingshu did not lose his memory.

Not from the beginning.

She was just pretending, waiting for an opportunity.

A chance to get rid of yourself.

Without too many words, the cold muzzle of the gun was aimed at the boy's forehead again.

There was no warmth in the girl's dark pupils.

At least, to myself, no.

The index finger is bent, as if to pull the trigger.

There was no fear of death in the boy's dead eyes.

He just asked sadly: "No.11... Have you ever really loved No.12?"

The girl's voice was light - "Yes."

This seemed to light a light.

"Then..." He asked almost cautiously, "Have you ever truly loved me?"

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In the dark pupils, there is a rationality that cannot be ignored by any emotion.

Looking at those eyes, the second generation didn't dare to ask for an answer.

"...Really?" The young man asked himself with a hoarse voice, "I understand."

Heartbroken, I really want to die quickly.

But if you close your eyes so quickly, you won't be able to look at her for a while longer.

The girl's face was reflected in the brown pupils, and the more he thought about it, the sadder he became, but he couldn't help it.

He wanted to tell Jing Shu all his sweet memories.

Wish she could take a second look at herself.

The fine eyelashes were stained with bloody drops, trembling slightly, and a trembling question fell along with the crying: "NO.11... the playground, will you still take me there?"

"You said it, you will take NO.12 there, and you will never forget it."

He cried sadly.

As if the child collapsed after tearing off all the adults' camouflage cloth, he grasped at the last straw and asked the girl about the promise she had made.

There might be comfort, he begged too.

But in the end, what fell into my ears was a cold sentence—"But you are not him."

you are not.

Even if they have the same appearance, same brain, same thinking, behavior and character, they can be imitated without any mistakes.

But you are still not him.

"Copy stuff."

"It's an inferior product that will never be on the table."

"It's a counterfeit that can't replace the original person anyway."

his everything.

From birth, it was a mistake.

He shouldn't have come into the world.

His existence is illegal.

Perhaps in the girl's eyes, looking at herself more is considered an insult to the dead.

Maybe NO.11 is thinking about how to kill himself every day, how to erase this extreme shame for a generation, and let the child who has long died rest in peace.

Really jealous.

He cried and said, "NO.11, I miss you so much."

"If you die like this, I will never see you again."

It's a pity that the cold muzzle will not give him any chance.

The fourth bullet completely cut off all his words.

The outstretched hands tightly grabbed the girl's trousers, wanting to hug her, crying and apologizing——

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so bad, I always make you angry."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied to you. I always wanted to get all your eyes."

"But even if it's only a little bit... NO.11, have you ever cared about me?"

"Have you ever cared, in my life...the only one that exists is NO.11?"

But the boy in blue couldn't wait for an answer, because he couldn't ask.

The last bullet left him speechless.

Can't make a sound.

He could only crawl on the edge of the silent sand dune alone, struggling to stretch out his hand and crawl towards the girl who was getting farther and farther away from him.

But the body riddled with holes was too heavy, and the blood was almost drained.

Relying on the repair fluid, he barely had the last trace of willpower, and the subsequent traces of willpower all dissipated with the next north wind.

In front of him is the back view of Jing Shu walking slowly towards the south with Ling Qi on his back.

He really wants to follow, he doesn't want to leave NO.11.

But the boy couldn't keep up.

"Will you remember me?" His lips moved slightly, and he asked almost silently: "...Even if it's just a little bit of memory?"

——Just a little bit, will you remember him?

He didn't hate Jingshu for killing him.

Nor fear of death.

He's just like a child who can't get what he loves after trying everything.

Sad until death.

　The second generation is off the assembly line, spreading flowers~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)