Global Games: Old Chess Players

Chapter 181 "Everyone who is arrogant and does evil will be like stubble. They will be burned up in that day, and no branch will remain."

Four years ago, the Italian border.

The sky is like a gray sea, with sunlight failing to penetrate the thick clouds. The dim yellow sand and the gloomy sky contrast, making the world as bleak as ink, as if all colors have been stripped away by God.

Lorenzo, wearing a broken military uniform, stood in the center of the wilderness. From his sleeves to his trouser legs, his whole body was stained with a brutal blood color, and dark red liquid continued to flow from the holes in his arms.

Look around and look around.

The sand dunes are covered with cold and dark guns, bloody corpses, and distorted faces. Looking further into the distance, there is an unreachable horizon.

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

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

Lorenzo lowered his eyelids, ran his fingers over the words in the book, and read in a thick and hoarse voice:

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

At this time, He accompanies me and serves as my lamp.”

After a while, the gray clouds suddenly dispersed, the clouds and mist were pushed aside, and the huge sun disk appeared in the sky.

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

Half an hour ago, in a hospital room in New York.

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

The boy's arm, which was not completely covered by the bandage, was exposed as a piece of skin as black as charcoal, which contained the whiteness of bones and the ferociousness of blood.

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

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

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

"I know that my Redeemer lives. He is the everlasting Lord. When I am lost in the valley, He leads me on the path of righteousness. When I am lonely in the wilderness, He is with me and is my lamp."

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

He gritted his teeth and repeated:

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

Whenever, He accompanies me and serves as my lamp!”

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

“When I’m lost in the valley, He leads me in the path of righteousness——!!!”

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

“When I was alone in the wilderness, He stayed with me and was my lamp——!!!”

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

Russia, Moscow.

It rained heavily, and the big raindrops hit the traffic lights that changed repeatedly, the LED screens of high-rise buildings, the shop signs, the cold asphalt pavement, the dim street lights, and the dull-toned bronze sculptures.

Lorenzo came to the Arbat Street.

This is one of the oldest existing 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 intertwined, swaying wildly in the rain.

Lorenzo did not hold an umbrella and let the rain soak his body. He put his hands in the pockets of his black trench coat and walked slowly towards the end of the street. The dark scarlet in his eyes was particularly dazzling in the rain.

Come to the tavern at the end of the street, open the door and walk inside.

The sinner named "Andre" was drinking in the hotel, partying all day long with his three old friends, celebrating the victory of the Arctic copy, as if it was such a great thing.

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

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

Lorenzo wrote down their names: Andrei, Karev, Binonchi, and Maximin—it was them who pushed the seriously injured Cosimo and fed him into the Three Heads during the Arctic battle.

In the dog's mouth...

The door of the tavern was pushed open, and the heavy rain poured in, sweeping over Lorenzo's back. His dark windbreaker was fluttering in the strong wind, and the depths of his dark red eyes seemed to be flowing with molten lava.

"Which bastard didn't see us..." Mark Ming was halfway through his words. When he saw the visitor's face, his tone suddenly became astonished, "...it's you."

"It's me." Lorenzo took two or three steps forward, 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——"

Maximin's voice stopped suddenly, and his head was torn off by Lorenzo. The body without the head was like a kite with a broken string, slowly sliding down the wall and sitting paralyzed on the ground.

The violent blood painted a ravine on the wall.

There was silence.

Lorenzo twisted Maximin's head and turned around expressionlessly. He tilted his head, the scarlet in the depths of his eyes kept beating, as if a beast from hell was about to burst out of his ovaries.

"Bang!"

The next second, Maxim's head was squeezed open, like a tomato crushed by a steamroller. Violent blood spattered out, turning Lorenzo's gloomy face completely red.

"Makomin!" Karev shouted.

"That day is approaching like a burning furnace. All the proud and those who do evil will be like stubble. They will be burned up in that day, and no root or branch will be left."

Lorenzo rushed to Karev's side.

He stretched out his blood-red right hand, and the words "Despair" and "Fear" were engraved with gray characters, gushing out, instantly squeezing Karev's brain, and blood and brain matter poured out like mud.

"How is it possible? This man is the captain of the law enforcement team. Hey, we are players! We are players! What on earth are you going to do to us?! Shouldn't you protect..." Binonchi's voice stopped abruptly.

"The memorial of the righteous is praised, but the name of the wicked perishes."

Lorenzo's right arm penetrated Binonchi's chest, and five fingers glowing with dark light firmly grasped his heart, instantly crushing the beating red life.

"Whoops——"

Blood splashed and stained Lorenzo's dark windbreaker.

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

Andre, the leader of the four, was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, trembling all over and afraid to move, like a pinched doll.

"Those rumors are true... you are a monster, you are a monster!" He roared hysterically, his shrinking pupils reflecting this man who looked like the King of Hell.

Lorenzo pushed away Binonchi who had lost his heart, slowly raised his ghostly head, and looked at Andre with cold eyes.

“The wicked will not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.”

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

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

Lorenzo released the sequence skill to keep him awake, then picked up a knife and slowly cut out his internal organs, as delicately and calmly as a nobleman cut open the skin of an apple.

The two shared a quiet moment.

After a moment, Lorenzo suddenly raised Andre's right hand and whispered in his ear: "...You used this hand to push my brother to hell, right?"

Andre's throat had been cut by Lorenzo, and he could not say a word. He could only moan silently with his mouth open and his eyes empty.

Later, Lorenzo broke off his fingers one by one.

The rain is still falling.

The blood fell even more violently than rain.

After a while, the tavern fell into dead silence. All that was left were four broken corpses on the ground, the flesh and blood of four Russian players, and their organs scattered all over the floor. The scene was extremely hideous.

"Are we letting them die too easily... They deserve a more painful death."

Lorenzo felt quite empty, and there was a dull light in his eyes. He released the emotional characters casually, and crushed the remains of these people together, not even the scum was left.

No bones of the four people were left.

At this moment, the door of the pub was pushed open again, and a young man wearing a black hoodie walked into the pub.

"Oh, it seems a step too late." He took off his hood, his black hair getting wet from the rain.

In an instant, Lorenzo's figure disappeared briefly, and his right hand had already strangled the young man's neck. He raised his blood-stained cheek, and this familiar face was reflected in his eyes.

"... Anson Deer?" Lorenzo was startled at first, then laughed twice: "What's wrong? Why don't you release those chess pieces of yours? If you were a second later, I might have killed you."

"Damn it, your hands are too dirty! Brother, I have mysophobia, please let go." Ansonlu's tone was quite disgusting.

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

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

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

Anson Deer shrugged and said calmly:

"I know you asked Gu Qiu to hack all the surveillance in this area, but those people hired by Andre saw you walking into the tavern and probably took photos as evidence."

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

"The fact that you tortured and killed four players will be exposed soon." Ansonlu paused, "Moreover, your appearance now will also be seen by the whole world."

"Yes, so what?"

Ansenlu sighed softly: "Brother, you represent the law enforcement team. What is the law enforcement team? This directly symbolizes the official reputation of various countries. It is the only organization that can be unconditionally trusted in people's eyes. The result is that all the consequences are due to your fault alone."

Collapse.”

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

"It doesn't matter?" Ansonlu 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 long messy hair danced wildly in the wind.

"Cosimo is not dead, so there is no need for you to give up on yourself. There is still a long time to come."

"You can see that I'm already going crazy. If I drag it on any longer, my mental state will only become more severe."

"In China's national team, there is a player named 'Bamboo Shadow Therapist'."

"What on earth do you want to say?!"

"She can help you." Ansenlu covered his ears and said with a headache: "I am very familiar with people from the Chinese national team, and I can guarantee that she will provide you with mental treatment without leaking your information.

"

"No, I can no longer trust myself, nor can I trust the species 'human beings'."

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

"The Pope's sequence has given me an extraordinary sense of human emotions. You can't imagine what a despicable race human beings are in my eyes. They kill each other, plot against each other, are fragile, stupid, and dirty.

, Greed is simply disgusting.”

Anson Deer pointed at himself and asked shamelessly: "What about me?"

"I can't see through you, I can't feel too many emotions from you. You are special, but you are just a special example. There are many more scum like these four Russian players in this world.

, I cannot tolerate their existence."

"Oh, what about your brother?" Anson looked at Lorenzo and said almost word for word: "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: "Existences like him will only be abandoned by humans, because humans cannot tolerate such noble existences, and they are not worthy."

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

"It's too late." Lorenzo sneered, "Once this matter gets out, I will be abandoned by the officials, and they will eliminate me as an existence like 'David Kench'."

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

"Recover it, how to recover it?"

"Gu Qiu hacked all the nearby surveillance cameras." Ansenlu said, "Then, the spies deployed by Andre can confirm that you walked into this tavern, but they also saw me walking in.

"

"so?"

"I killed the person, that's all."

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

"I'm not crazy, we have to do it quickly, otherwise it will be too late." Ansonlu turned his head and looked at the other end of the street, "The reporters hired by Andre are already approaching the pub."

Lorenzo stared at Anson Deer blankly and remained silent for a long time before asking:

"Is it worth it?"

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

"

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

"I don't care. I don't represent the official government, I just play my own game." Ansonlu said in a calm voice:

"Please, it's just a matter of killing a few people. This is not worth mentioning. It's not like you. If your reputation collapses, it will be very difficult for people to trust the official again.

The world is in such chaos. If even the official government loses its prestige, then the earth will really start to go on a rampage. We don’t even need that snow dragon. Humanity is enough to destroy itself."

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

"Then what? It doesn't have any impact on me. At most, it's just a matter of moving." Ansonlu 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……"

"We don't have time, let's put on a show." Ansonlu approached him and teased:

"At least you should act more realistically. At least it won't be worse than what you did on TV. That 'Serial Interview' program really made me vomit. Your hypocritical face is so damn disgusting."

"You are still the same as always, hopelessly weird."

"This is what we at Hell Lighthouse are like, we are all weirdos."

Lorenzo laughed angrily. He covered his face and laughed crazily and repressedly for a long time. Then he took off his blood-stained gloves and said, "So...how are you going to act?"

"Uh..." Ansonlu curled his lips, "Actually, I'm really not good at this. How can I act well? Or will the former chess player go on a rampage and be killed by the captain of the law enforcement team?"

Before he finished speaking, he had already expanded his chess field, and the turbulent field spread out, covering the central area of ​​​​Arbat Street, and the nearby residents were plunged into a sensation.

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

Anson Deer has no intention of leaving a way out for himself.

"Anson deer..." Lorenzo said hoarsely.

"how?"

"Thank you." He said, "I owe you a favor."

"Let's save these polite words for later." An Senlu put his hands in his pockets, "Also, in fact, when it comes to acting, I won't lose much to you. At least it's easy to pretend to be a bad guy."

After saying that, he raised his brown eyes, the depths of his pupils were filled with violence and coldness, like a devouring beast.

"I'll let you get hurt, Brother Pope, but don't blame me later."

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

A blond boy wearing a hospital gown was lying on the bed. His curly hair was so messy that it was impossible to see.

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

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

Messy memory fragments flooded into my mind like a flood.

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

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

If he loses the "Cyber ​​Strike" sequence, he will return to his identity as an ordinary person. Then, his legs will also return to the state they were in before becoming a player - disabled.

With great difficulty... I was able to run again.

A line of tears flowed from the corners of Cosimo's red eyes. He gritted his teeth and wiped the unsatisfied tears with his hands.

But the more this happens, the more tears flow uncontrollably.

"Hey, little brat."

The sudden sound made Cosimo tremble with fright. He suddenly raised his head and stared blankly at the uninvited guest.

I saw a young man in school uniform standing against the wall.

"Long time no see." Ansonlu smiled at him.

"Anson deer?!" Cosimo exclaimed.

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

"No, what are you here for?" Cosimo stared at Anson Deer. He didn't know why the tears flowed more fiercely. He pursed his lips and said, "Are you going to laugh at me? Okay, you win."

Anson held his forehead and said with a headache: "Please, brother, although I am wicked, I am not so wicked as to come all the way to New York to laugh at you, right?"

Cosimo wiped away his tears and punched his unresponsive leg, "Here, I can't stand up anymore. I will be a loser from now on. We shouldn't be able to fight monsters together anymore."

"I can still stand up."

"What?"

"This thing is for you," Anson took his right hand out of his pocket and threw a black card towards Cosimo.

"Ah?" Cosimo took the card and asked in confusion: "What is this?"

Ansonlu raised his lips and said proudly: "This thing is called a 'sequence card'. It allows idiots who have lost their player qualifications to get their player qualifications back."

Cosimo froze on the spot, dumbfounded and unable to utter a word.

"Little brat, you can do the rest by yourself. I've been busy moving these two days, so I'll leave first." Anson Deer said, "Be careful next time. Kindness is a good thing, but you must know who you are targeting."

After saying that, Anson Deer disappeared where he was, seemingly using the travel voucher mechanism to return to his original city.

Cosimo looked at the card in confusion. Line after line of text gradually appeared on the black card.

【Serial card has been used.】

[Player name: Cosimo.]

[Sequence name: Cyber ​​Strike.]

【Welcome back to 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 trench coat, held a bouquet of flowers and opened the door. The moment his eyes touched Cosimo, his expression changed drastically and he approached the hospital bed in three steps and two steps at a time.

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

He stared blankly at Lorenzo's face, and now he cried harder, wailing like a child without any concealment.

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