Meiman Killer Daily

109

"Dear passengers, what you are traveling on..."

When he got off the plane and left the tarmac, the sound of farewell sounded in the lobby. In the lobby of London Heathrow International Airport, Peter walked out carrying a backpack that was not very conspicuous. He did not take a taxi but walked on the road.

Walking aimlessly, relaxing and looking at the endless plains.

The walking speed is not very fast. This is a trip that just goes on and on. Although I have a purpose in coming to England, at least the time has not yet come, and I have enough free time to kill my life.

Peter always thought that he had no problem, but the second personality analyzed that he had a disease called mental depression. Of course, what he was talking about here was not schizophrenia, but a distorted value system and way of judging life. According to the explanation of the second personality,

He regards this world as a game. Although there is life and death, any moral issues will not be accepted and treated correctly by Peter.

Just like if you were in a game and massacred NPCs, would you feel ashamed for your behavior? When you were playing a competitive game, such as StarCraft, groups of soldiers died at the hands of the swarm.

Do you feel sorry for those Marines?

This is where Peter's coldness lies. In his low-key life a year ago, this hollowness in his character was not very obvious, but when Peter adapted to this society and this world, faced with powerful enemies, and his unscrupulous attitude to achieve his goals,

Start to spread this personality, deny all current life, and then treat them as NPCs in the game.

The best solution to psychological problems is to relax your mind for treatment. At the same time, you also need to find a good goal for progress. Earning points by completing tasks is the direction of Peter's life, but the second personality recommends that he should give up from now on.

It doesn't take long to solve problems with violence. Just travel for a month.

In addition to solving some tasks when he came to London this time, Peter planned to live a non-violent life, lurking among the crowd, integrating into them and becoming one of them, no longer looking at life in terms of objects, and perhaps taking a closer look at his own life.

Humanity will be replenished to a certain extent.

Peter knew his problems very well, but he couldn't get good changes and solutions. His heart ailments still needed heart medicine, but he couldn't find the so-called new medicine. In his previous life, he was an older young man who liked to play games and didn't like to talk about it.

When you are in love, you go to work step by step every day, and you only play mobile phones and computer games when you get off work.

My favorites are The Elder Scrolls, Warcraft, Civilization, Assassin's Creed, etc. Small people don't have big ambitions. The word "eating and waiting to die" is the most appropriate word to describe it. Of course, in my own country, even if there are not 10 million

, there are also eight million people who share the same philosophy and life style as me. Even if those people deny it, there is no difference.

Suddenly coming to this world is like restarting a game. The characters emerge and the tasks are highlighted. Life begins to change dramatically. There is tension, excitement, regret and nostalgia. The days of the past life and the present life gradually become blurred. What is my name?

Peter still has his previous name.

Why don't you feel scared when you kill people? Why do you feel stupid when you help others? Why do you think of idiot words as a hero? Whose talent is proficient in English? These things are something that you won't think about at first. However, the death of an ordinary family, three

Peter suddenly began to feel sick because a child had become an orphan.

It's not that I'm disgusted with killing at work, but I'm disgusted with my actions. I should have eradicated the root cause more simply. If I solved the three children, wouldn't the premonition of the crisis be gone? I deceived myself and others by taking the children out of Florida.

, and then watch them grow up to take revenge on themselves?

But he did it like this. He just used the most confusing and least optimistic way to push the so-called problems and entanglements aside. Peter wanted to do it and then did it. He just went back to do it because he wanted to.

Because I have strength, I am not afraid of those weaker than myself.

…

I walked from morning to three o'clock in the afternoon, and finally arrived in the urban area of ​​London. I took out a map to look for directions, and stopped in front of an antique shop. An old man just walked out, turned around and was about to lock the door. It seemed that

The shopkeeper here, Peter, stepped forward and asked:

"Mr. Guda!?"

The slightly bald old man looked to be at least seventy years old. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses and was a little hunched. He turned around when he heard Peter's voice.

"Who are you!?"

"I want to know where Peggy Carter is. I heard you are her protector!"

"I don't know what you're talking about, I've never heard of it..."

As he spoke, Peter walked into the old man, smiling through the phantom, looking naive. The old man couldn't see his eyes because of his sunglasses, but hearing the name of Peggy Carter still made the old man a little wary.

Some actions and reactions may seem undetectable, but they can still be discovered by Peter.

"I'm not here to chat with you and ask questions. You must understand this!"

"Who the hell are you!"

Aiming the pistol at the old man, the old man's expression became serious. He looked at the man in front of him and tried hard to think of the enemies in the recent S.H.I.E.L.D. files, but none of them could match the number of the man in front of him. Peter stepped forward and patted him in a friendly manner.

The old man's shoulder whispered in his ear

"I can only promise you that I will never hurt Peggy Carter, but at the same time, I also hope that you will not let me do anything to hurt anyone!"

"..."

The old man didn't regret his life, but because it was a pity to be killed like this. SHIELD had a plan to deal with this kind of thing, so the old man didn't panic and pursed his lips and replied.

"I can take you there! As long as you don't kill me!"

The old man surrendered very simply. Peter smiled and looked outside the shop, as if he could see through the blocked glass and partition walls and said again.

"As long as you take me to find Peggy Carter, I promise not to kill anyone, but if I find out it's a trap, I will slaughter the three children and two women in your store. Judging from their age, it should be you.

His wife and daughter!"

"You'd better not go crazy!"

The number of people was exactly the same, the gender was exactly the same, and the old man's heartbeat began to accelerate. Peter didn't know if SHIELD would have a trap, but it was always good to remind him of some things. For an old man like this now, he cares about

It will definitely not be glory. At the age of seventy, I want any glory but no family attachment is more important!

"It all depends on your attitude. This child is so cute. Blood stained red seems really bad..."

The old man's plan was completely disrupted by Peter's words. Worrying about the future is obviously the fatal weakness of all people. Some people cherish their loved ones, some cherish their family ties, and some do it for power. Anyway, these are the people with a purpose.

They all have absolute weaknesses that can be compromised.

The old man was silent and stopped talking. He walked indifferently towards the west side of the street. Peter followed him. With satellite surveillance, he could easily detect the enemies. Even if some people were well hidden, it was absolutely impossible to hide them all.

After being discovered, as long as there is a slight problem, he will immediately turn around, and the life in the store will be very sorry.

"Mr. Guda, I hope we will never have any misunderstandings!"

"Won't!"

…

In the suburbs of west London, a nursing home looked very beautiful, with a comfortable environment and a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere. It was a very suitable place for the elderly to live. Guda finally gave up on leading Peter into a trap and instead took him directly.

Peter arrives at Peggy Carter's residence.

"You promised me! Never hurt anyone!"

"I promise!"

When she opened the door, the nurse was feeding the elderly Peggy Carter. When she saw Peter entering and was about to speak, Peter took out his gun. The nurse looked nervous. Peter motioned for the other party to go out, while he stood to one side.

at the door to avoid any sudden attack from the nurse in front of you.

Because he was already in the room, Peter's face also looked like his original self. Although Guda didn't know who the person who could change his figure was, he had already guessed in the direction of a mutant. Peggy Carter sat down with the door closed.

around.

"I've heard of your name. Steve came to me some time ago and complained to me that you killed Bucky!"

Peggy Carter was quite calm. She didn't seem to be worried or scared when she saw Peter. Peter didn't pretend that he didn't come here to hurt anyone and asked him in reply.

"Don't you think he deserves it? Even if he is brainwashed, killing someone will always get the punishment they deserve. Just because it is an accident, you can't have no responsibility at all, right?"

"Peter Bucky is a good guy!"

"I didn't come today to talk to you about a dead man!"

Bucky is dead, and this matter is over. This is not the reason for coming here this time. He took a file out of his arms and placed it in front of Peggy Carter.

"The Ghost Project launched a special superpower transformer program thirty years ago. A total of seven people participated in this experiment. One of them was a boy named McCarter Wilder. He was only twenty-four years old. I want

Know whether he is alive or dead."

"..."

Peggy Carter was a little surprised when she heard the name. This was the first time she had an expression when she entered the room to talk to Peter. It seemed to be...

Guilty!

"Does my choice now represent your next target for revenge?"

Quickly adjusting and making inquiries, Peter stood up. There was no need to ask too much about the results of some words. He could already call back the old man who had been waiting for his son for more than twenty years. The rest was

It has nothing to do with the retired woman in front of me.

"He is only twenty-four years old. He cannot be trained into a weapon by you just because he has superpowers. SHIELD is not as much of a toy as you say!" (To be continued)