I'm a villain, not a devil

Latiya is dead...

No, it should be that the owner of the first generation gene died in the dean's breeding device.

She died in Sean's hands, but it was suicide.

Outside the city, even from a long distance, you can see the huge fireball rising there.

Sean narrowed his eyes slightly, threw away Latiya's body, and said in a deep voice: "Go and search."

"yes!"

Soon, the report came.

There is a huge hole in the ground of [Academy], but there is nothing inside, not even the proliferation of the strong crimson man of [Academy].

There is an underground passage leading outside the city, which is the direction of the explosion.

At the same time, more things were found, including many corpses.

For example, the corpse that looks like Latiya, the corpse that looks like Wei Conggu, the corpse that looks like Qiong Ying...

Like... Sean's brand new, soundless body.

They were all lying next to a collection of abandoned artificial breeding devices.

The huge mushroom cloud in the distance was gradually dissipating, and the expressions of everyone present became solemn.

Only Sean was silent for a while, and then slowly showed a smile.

"I see... I didn't expect that you would learn all my plans..."

"It's just that there is something very sad..."

"We have the same goals."

…

Outside the city, a huge explosion completely reduced an area to ruins, which was the original resource warehouse of the [Academy].

Just like the explosion that had occurred at the [Golden Ghost] headquarters, the explosion here was trapped in an energy field.

Huge energy shattered the sky, the heavy snow falling all around stopped, and a huge gap appeared in the evil dome.

In the distance, Moza pushed up his glasses.

He saw the airship taking off.

Sure enough, as the elder brother said, there may be a real problem hidden here...

He took out a mirror and shook it in the direction of Paradise City.

Moza did not act rashly, because Sean once ordered that some things do not necessarily need to be blocked.

Even though the hot air flow had not disappeared, the airship took a desperate risk and took advantage of the air flow and the dissipating evil dome to completely rise into the sky at the edge.

Zhu Zhu's voice came from the mirror: "Sean told you to wait here instead of going to the airship."

Moza stood up and pushed up his glasses: "It's too late to go now..."

…

With the death of the first generation, the people affected by the white light seemed to gradually wake up.

They looked around in surprise and panic, wondering why they did what they did just now.

Some people with weak minds have gradually lost their breath. In order to repent of their sins, they killed themselves with sharp weapons.

People were panicked and helpless, but the fine traditions of Paradise City quickly made them react.

The houses of those who died began to be broken into.

And the prosthetic bodies on the corpses also began to be divided up.

Someone let out a loud laugh because he found a lot of valuable things, at least to the people on this street, they were valuable.

More people joined the carnival.

Even Dirty Snow was ignored. They quickly reacted from the controlled panic. After realizing that nothing unexpected happened to them, they immediately joined the plundering team.

Another good news came.

A rich man in a wealthy area committed suicide, and his bodyguards were sent elsewhere.

In other words, there were only frail slaves, servants, women and children left in that magnificent big house.

During this period of time, the "free shopping" wanted notice issued by Sean has been widely publicized in the city. People's enthusiasm has long been mobilized, and they have also seen the rewards that some lucky people get.

The first person couldn't help it anymore, and the second person joined in.

Then, more news came through.

The owner of the biggest nightclub also died, and his bodyguards started fighting among themselves because of the uneven distribution of the spoils.

The director of the Supervision Bureau also died. The fugitives in custody walked out of their cages and rushed to the director's home cheering.

The minister of the Civilization New Law Department was also dead. The clerk who was criticized just yesterday was the first to laugh.

More news of deaths came, more cheers.

Moreover, the [Golden Ghost] people did not appear, and they did not seem to care.

The people in the Supervisory Bureau have too much time to take care of themselves, and no one can stop this turmoil.

The people in the city went crazy, all at once.

One after another high-ranking and powerful people died, and one after another wealthy businessmen committed suicide. What is this?

This is the signal for dinner!

The residents of Paradise City have exerted their fine traditions and inherited the will of their predecessors!

No one cares about the potentially deadly dirty snow above their heads. With the first person comes the second, then the hundredth, then the thousandth.

A huge plunder began.

People turned into snowmen, transporting all kinds of things they could grab amidst the nauseating toxins.

There is only one last sanity they can maintain: don't touch those wealthy households whose owners are still alive.

The homes of those who died were overwhelmed by the influx of countless people.

The white light once made people realize their sins in their confusion, but after the white light ended, the evil in their hearts was magnified.

The frenzy of the crowd took away the last bit of sanity.

Paradise City was in complete chaos.

Bai Ye, who was well protected, was not illuminated by the white light, but she saw this ridiculous scene.

She looked at it all in disbelief, feeling that the world had gone crazy.

Ai Youqian and his son from the imperial capital hid in a heavily guarded room. The father and son looked serious. Ai Huaqian couldn't help but murmured:

"What happened...and Sean? Does Sean not care about it?"

…

Sean is standing on top of the mechanical giant, where Latiya once lived.

He looked at the place, looking at the female statue that symbolized the [Academy's] abilities and the balance of the prosthetic body.

After a moment, he smiled.

"Then let's make a big fuss, tsk, just to let more people see how hopeless this world is."

The snow is falling harder.

…

The people who were frantically grabbing and even fighting those around them did not notice that the color of the dirty snow had changed.

The dirty snow, infected by the poison gas of the Great Crack and the evil dome, showed other colors for the first time, and then fell one after another on the noisy streets and on people's heads.

No one cares why the snowflakes turn red.

They only know that by grabbing a few more things now, their stoves can become even hotter in the winter.

dead?

They don't care, the more people die, the better, so that they can grab more things.

Until something goes wrong with the first person.

He was a thin man. He only had three fingers on each hand. That was the punishment he got after being caught stealing things in the past. The price of prosthetic fingers was quite high, and he couldn't afford it.

However, this harvest would complete his hands, so even in the potentially deadly dirty snow, he worked hard to lug his belongings and hide them in his home.

"The third trip..."

He wiped his sweat and showed a satisfied smile.

Then he glanced at his hands.

At some point, something like granulation sprouted from the base of the bare finger.

Only then did he become aware of some itching and a strange irritability.

He subconsciously raised his hand and looked at it, smelling something.

Like...the flesh and blood of crazy beasts that haven't been cleansed of toxins?

Then, his fingertips twisted and his body twisted.