George was immediately startled and quickly raised his handcuffed arms in a gesture of surrender, with a look of horror on his face.

"What are you going to do?"

Gangzi said coldly: "Go and lure it away."

"I won't go. You are committing murder. I will accuse you of racial discrimination!"

Gangzi didn't say anything, he just slowly loaded the pistol.

At this time.

Owen, the white policeman who had been guarding George, stood in front of George and looked at Gangzi angrily.

"He has not been tried by the court, he is not guilty, and even if he made a mistake, he should not be punished like this. You have no right to deprive a person of his life."

"Do you go, do they go, or do I go?"

Gangzi said coldly: "Put away your hypocritical justice. This is the end of the world. No one is innocent. The reason why we are alive is because of the time those dead people fought for us. And he is a criminal. Let him

If you go, you can put everything to good use."

This sentence suddenly woke up Chen Mo.

From the moment he entered this world, Chen Mo was thinking about one thing.

When you perform a mission, should you act according to the melody of the sunspot radiation world, or should you act according to the melody of the blood moon world?

yes.

This is the end of the world.

The melody is incorrect in both worlds.

Morality, law, and order are declining. There is no so-called melody of the world here. All you have to follow are your own desires and interests.

As the saying goes.

I want to be a good person, not because I am a good person, but because my desire drives me to do good things.

Being worshiped by the weak, inner comfort, order and rules all make me happy, just because I like construction, rules, satisfying my obsessive-compulsive disorder, etc., and I can transform into a bad person in their eyes at any time without any psychological burden.

I want to be a bad person, not because I am a bad person, but because I want to be a bad person.

Seeing the wailing of the weak being humiliated, seeing their helpless prayers, seeing the rules of order being destroyed, seeing the city that others built with countless years of hard work being destroyed in an instant, will make you feel the joy of a conqueror.

That's all.

About five minutes later.

George was crying while eating the little food left by everyone.

This was probably his last meal.

"It's almost time."

Under Gangzi's urging, George had no choice but to stand up slowly.

Just as he was taking heavy steps, preparing to die and luring the Rotten Demon away, Gangzi frowned slightly and glanced at Owen.

"Unlock his handcuffs."

"oh oh!"

Only then did Irving react, hurriedly opened his gloves for George, and then patted him on the shoulder.

"come on."

George roared and ran away.
Chapter completed!