Sighing, Khalil plunged his blade into someone's heart.
He didn't care what their name was or whether they were in pain or not.In fact, before the victim grunted and fell to the ground, Khalil was running towards another target.
He ran, not forgetting to dodge the incoming bullets as they roared and angrily made holes in the wall behind him.The moment the bullet entered the wall and hit the powder, his blade entered a body of flesh.
The human body was truly fragile, with veins everywhere.
"It's the ghost!" someone shouted in the darkness, naked fear in his voice. "That vengeful, murderous ghost!"
He must be trembling.Khalil thought.The realization made him want to laugh a little.
Yeah, I'm coming.
And you guys......
There was a low laugh in the dark, pitch-black corridor.
This business of killing was too easy for Karil.He did it with ease, unbelievably natural, easier than breathing, almost becoming an instinct.
To him, killing was like doing simple math problems: one plus one equals two. Was it hard to calculate carefully with pen and paper?
Of course not.
But that doesn't mean he likes it.
He doesn't kill for the sake of killing.
Five minutes later, Karil finished off the last person in the long corridor by decapitation.
He stopped where he was, looked back at the corpses and broken flesh that littered the floor, took a few deep breaths, savored the blood-filled air, and began to wait.
Sensing the trembling coming from that end of the corridor, Kahlil wasted no time in jumping up, using his blade to climb briefly to the ceiling.
The sound of gunfire was loud, automatic rifles, shotguns, machine guns - someone was even firing a laser pistol at the place, which made him blink and lick his lips with emotion.
Half a minute later, after the deadly rain of bullets had whistled away, he landed again.
The sound of the landing was slight, but it was still noticed; it couldn't be helped, he couldn't be as silent as the Spectre, and the gang was sharp.
In fact, Karil felt that for a bunch of lunatics who spent their days on LSD or anything else that could cause hallucinations, they were a little too sharp for their own good.
As soon as he realized he was still alive, someone snarled and threw a crude grenade at him, and Karil smiled and kicked it back, moving as naturally as if he were kicking a soccer ball.
The gangs had given him a gift, and Karil, who considered himself polite, returned the favor with a violent explosion and fire - and of course the violent chaos that immediately followed.
The sudden explosion had solved about a dozen minor problems for Karil that would otherwise have required blades and violence, but he didn't think it was a good thing.
The sound was too loud.
Well......Mistake.
He thought to himself in the gap between his quick escape from the scene.
There was little room for argument in this case, it was just his job to always surprise people when they were caught off guard.
You never knew what the gang might pull out and unleash on you.
Clay grenades were already considered one of the less dangerous of the lot, something better than a rocket launcher capable of bringing down a building in one fell swoop.
Taking a deep breath, Kahlil tensed the muscles in his legs, intent on leaving.
He couldn't stay long unless he wanted to experience a carnival like the Spectre.
Half a second later, the cold blue light flashed in Karil's eyes again.
Immediately after that, he easily jumped out of the window, bending his knees the moment he landed, his muscles bulging, and surprisingly, with just a few vertical jumps, he instantly reached the top of a certain high-rise building several hundred meters away.
The wind whistled loudly in his ears, and the freezing temperatures almost made his skin numb, while he still kept his eyes wide open.
The sight of Quintus swept over his eyes, and it was only when they were completely gone that he finally smiled.
The feeling of touching the ground followed, which meant he had landed.
Slightly exhausted, he took another deep breath and Kahlil slowly sat down against the wall, his spine a little uncomfortable and he needed to lean on something to get some relief.
There were more than a dozen air filters on the roof of the building, running quietly, in good condition and obviously recently serviced.The people living in this building must have some relationship with the nobles, otherwise it would be impossible for them to get this kind of living treatment.
With this in mind, Kahlil began to pay attention to himself, but when he did, it was always painless.
Every single time.
After careful perception, Kahlil noticed that his leg muscles were very sore and his bones were aching.
Obviously, his body was protesting after a battle like the one he had just experienced, where he had to run away beyond the imagination of a normal person.
In other words, his body was dragging him down.
But it didn't matter.
The rain had stopped.
Khalil shook his head and decided to use his most annoying sense of humor once again, telling himself a joke to lighten his now terrible mood.
"Look away," he said to himself. "At least you returned those two motorcycles, right?Be polite and have integrity.It's not hard to borrow again when you've borrowed."
After telling this joke, Khalil waited for three minutes.
He didn't laugh; he never laughed.
I really have a terrible sense of humor, I hate telling jokes.Karil thought.
He sighed and then began to think, taking deep breaths as he did so.
The Great Purge is coming soon, he thought.
Once every twenty years was a cruel law of nature - the nobles would benefit from it. In fact, they would benefit whether the Great Purge took place or not.
This gruesome thing is more like a form of entertainment that provides diversion......What else can one say?It wasn't unusual in Nostramo.At least it was more normal than sewing up living people to use as mattresses.
The former is still profitable, the latter......If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Karil feared he would have dismissed it as a crazy fantasy.
Karil smiled.
There were nearly seven hundred gangs in Quintus, and he couldn't kill them all before he died. As long as the oppression of the nobles remained, the number of poor workers who chose to abandon their human identities would grow.
The world had changed, changed forever.How was he going to fix things on his own?
He hadn't even been able to build a decent organization to get help.The Nostramo mindset was completely warped, and there was no room for much good in this world.......
But killing to stop killing is not the answer, Khalil.
Yes, I know.
Khalil closed his eyes, completely shutting out distractions, and began to sink deeper into the recesses of his mind, digging deeper and deeper. Trying to make plans in a place like Nostramo was difficult, but he had to try.
The gang whose leaders the Spectre had killed was called the Sons of Union.
An inexplicable name.
Unlike all other gangs, these people always like to look up to the nobility.
The bizarre and embarrassing names were part of that, they thought they would one day be able to join the ranks of the nobles, and only a few of them came to the sober realization that the gangs were nothing more than dogs raised by the nobles.
Sons of the Union - Khalil began to search his memories for the name, he wasn't supposed to have it, but it didn't matter, did it?
Soon he had his answer.
One of the leaders of the Sons of the Union had recently joined Trembling Tooth.
Very well.
Tremendous Teeth and Skole Walker......
These are two long-established honorable families, and by now they should both be noticed in Quintus.What a good thing, I wonder if I'll be lucky enough to meet these honorable lords face to face?
Khalil scoffed.
The Skolewalks had a dead forensic scientist, and though they might have hundreds like them, the death of one of them was still no small matter.......
This family, the Skolewalkers, are extremely similar to all other upper class nobles, with only one thing that makes them seem more special.
They value 'rules' and 'honor'.
Ironic, isn't it?
But it is true.
Those who worked for them could get a lot of things, and by giving total loyalty, these people could get almost anything they wanted before they died.
This meant that the Skolewalkers would definitely try to find out who had killed the coroner.
As for the Shivering Teeth......They were a group of madmen who preferred the feast of blood and flesh and loved the stimulation of the senses, and they wouldn't let go of this great opportunity to come down to the Lower Nest for a hunt in all but name.
Khalil opened his eyes and smiled.
He already knew what he had to do, and if Tremulous Tooth was going to join forces with the Sklevock family to host an early dinner party at Quintus, then he had already gotten the invitation before the organizers.
Getting to his feet, Karyl leaned against the cold wall and let out a long, shuddering sigh.
The pain still wouldn't allow him to stand freely, and the brief relief was followed by an even greater, unrelenting frenzy of pain. It was the same every time; this power really sucked, but it also worked.
There was a reason he had chosen to retrieve the broken chair from the trash.
First, no one else wanted the chair, so he could take it.Second......He really needs a chair.
There is no day in Nostramo, only eternal night.Standing on the edge of the building, looking down at the view below, Khalil thought this.
All the cities on this planet were rotting because they had been built with abnormal materials from the beginning. He was just an ordinary man; he couldn't change them or them.
He also knew that he was being extremely selfish by letting the Spectre take the blame for everything, but what choice did he have?
"I didn't realize that statement was true until now."
Khalil smiled and muttered to himself, "Free will doesn't exist unless you swallow the barrel of a gun, turn on the gas, or jump off a pier............................................................."
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He refused again.
Isn't that right, my lord?
Yes. It seems he misunderstood me quite a bit.
You can't ask someone far away on the other side of the galaxy to accept yourcall request, my liege.for no reason.
......Maybe, but I'll try a few more times.The fate of Conrad Coetzee now rests in his hands.
Well, good luck, Your Majesty. Besides, I remember you saying only yesterday that the word destiny is very absurd.
"Yes, my friend."
A giant in golden armor opened his eyes and said, "But it does exist."
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