Apocalypse Forecast

"But some things must be done, even if the heavens strike us with thunder, right?"

After a long silence, Ai Qing asked softly, "Must it really be done?"

"It has to be done."

The teenager raised his eyes, looked at Qi Wen whose complexion had drastically changed, and calmly declared, "He has to die."

The last thing he heard was a sigh. The call ended.

Right after that, Huai Shi heard a crisp sound from the gun as the magazine smoothly slid out and fell into his hand.

Huai Shi was stunned. After a while, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Can you not do things that will make you an accomplice?"

After a long stupor, he finally sighed and reluctantly put down the gun.

"Congratulations, you're damn lucky..."

Qi Wen was stunned for a moment, then immediately overjoyed. But before his smile could bloom, he saw the surprise Huai Shi had in store for him: "There's a brand-new way of dying that you've never experienced before waiting for you."

In that instant, pale flames slowly ignited from the boy's raised right hand.

Within the Source of fire, strands and threads of substance rose, revealing an iron-grey texture. They entwined and riveted together, intricately weaving into a rope as thin as a pinkie.

He screamed, instinctively trying to push open the car door to flee, to run as far away as possible. He desperately sprinted through the rain, almost tumbling to the ground, scrambling forward on hands and knees.

But the rope, like a snake, slithered forward and silently twined around his neck.

Then, it suddenly tightened!

In his last moments, he heard the young man's whisper from behind him.

"So, before you die... you should empathetically experience my 'Sorrow.'"

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"Hurry up! Move faster!"

In the passenger seat, Director Fu was bellowing, roaring at the driver, "We're the damn Special Affairs Department! Fuck the traffic lights! Go faster!"

Driven by his urging, the recklessly speeding motorcade roared through the city, heading towards the elevated road. From afar, they could hear the rumble of collapse, along with loud blasts and gunfire.

"Screw the Astronomical Society! I should have fucking killed that little Wang Ba bastard from the start!"

Director Fu's eyeballs looked like they were about to pop out.

What was this? This wasn't just an explosion; it was endless reports and countless self-criticisms! This was a complete disaster! Forget promotion; he'd be burning incense to thank his ancestors if this mess didn't end up in an internal briefing.

He was now tempted to call Fu Yi and seriously ask her where the hell she found such a combative classmate!

But it was all too late now.

All he could hope for was that Qi Wen's men would hold out, not be wiped out by a single burst from Huai Shi; otherwise, it would all be over.

Clutching the last bit of warmth in his chest, he hurried onward.

When he finally arrived at the elevated road, his heart had completely chilled.

"Damn it, why..."

Anyone with eyes could see the young man on the broken edge of the elevated road. He sat quietly in the rain and wind, head bowed, gazing at the distant, slowly clearing sky and the evening glow.

Beside him hung a trailing rope.

And a swaying, aged corpse in the rain and wind.

His body, twisted by torment into a grotesque shape, was still from the convulsions that had killed him. His mottled white hair, soaked by the rain, matted over his suffocated, contorted face.

Beneath the open lapel of his suit, someone had used blood to write an epitaph for him on his white shirt:

'I thought this world was about winners and losers...'

As the breeze blew, the corpse turned slightly, revealing the bloody confession written on its back:

——[I was wrong]