Johnson remembers clearly,

The year I received the virus injection was exactly 43 years old.

In a sense, age is actually equivalent to the level of human perception of the world and surrounding environment. In ordinary and simple terms, it is "experience".

Forty-three-year-old men are no longer children who are addicted to their parents' arms, nor are they young people who are simple in thinking and act with their own courage alone. They know how to hide their secrets and know that some things can never be made public. They will choose appropriate occasions and say something that suits their identity, but will never expose their secrets. Especially for adults like Johnson who grew up in a family environment, fighting for power and crushing each other, he really sees too much.

Just Rockefeller, almost every family has similar situations. Police and judges will never accept such cases, and even if they die, they will not be able to find the body. They are either buried in a corner that will never be found, or stuffed into a crematorium to burn it, or they will use potions such as sulfuric acid to turn into liquid from head to toe, from nails to hair, except for names stored in memory, there is no evidence that he has ever come to this world.

The Rockefeller family prohibits internal strife. But in Johnson's view, it was just a meaningless nonsense and heir. This kind of thing was inevitable since the day the family was established.

Almost everyone is racking their brains for that seat. The head of the family, patriarch, power...

...These things are like drugs that make them unable to stop. Kill the first heir, and the second-ranked guy comes from behind. A new plot or accident will be abolished, and the third lucky one will be replaced again.

A cruel and bloody game that makes everyone with them enjoy it. But Johnson felt instinctive fear. The only thing he could do was to try to cover up his abilities, make himself look as clumsy as possible, and fundamentally eliminate the threat

..

Even the closest Tole and Mili don't know Johnxon's secret.

He always "sees" some familiar but extremely unfamiliar scenes when his mind is in a dilemma.

Johnson didn't know how to describe this strange phenomenon. The scenes and characters that emerged in their minds were not fantasy, but at a certain time in the future, they were in line with an event that was happening. The physical strength gradually evolved from parasitics to parasitics. Johnson "sees" more and more unoccupied scenes, and the frequency was getting higher and higher. But there was basically nothing worth noting about these events. A large part of them were what someone said at some point, or a daily part that was not important. It felt like watching an ordinary and unconventional family documentary in advance. As for the content, it was not about eating Italian meat paste noodles for lunch today, or about a hole in the niece or aunt who was hooked up, or even two or three-year-old children were fighting with each other, and chatting about who had eaten an extra sweet bagel on the table.

Of course, not all scenes are boring. For more than a century, Johnson has "see" two family heirs killed by other competitors for various reasons.

As time goes by, these events begin to appear in bloody true faces. They happen to him, and Johnson will no longer be suspicious of them. He begins to take all the events that he has "see" in his fantasy seriously. He also believes that this is a special ability that has not been discovered. No one can tell him, he can only hide his secrets and be a Rockefeller who is not valued.

If Johnson could make all this public, he would definitely know that this ability is actually called "prophecy".

Unfortunately, he didn't do that.

Johnson was not willing to accept this rescue mission. However, the order came from the headquarters in the Americas and he could not refuse it. It was not because of laziness, but because of the subtle meaning that Johnson always had an indescribable fear of the name "Doctors Association".

In the fantasy, he has seen more than once the scenes of death related to the City of Life.

The name "Doctors Association" is associated with it, with countless corpses and bones in the background.

In the past twenty years, the illusion scene has changed again, the content

It turned into a terrible scene that Johnson was incredible and desperate for.

There are more and more corpses piled up near the City of Life. The faces of the dead who have been "illusion" for decades have gradually become clearer from blur. Johnson did not know who the dead were, and could not find the city related to it. However, six years ago, among the stacks of dead people, Tole's faces and Mili's faces appeared separately. Finally, his own heads were his own.

Johnson didn't know if all this would happen. He couldn't tell others that this would be true. In addition to being treated as a boring joke within the family, it is likely to cause the vigilance of those guys who are strongly eager to be in the position of the head of the family. Johnson could only stay in his own residence in Migale City, and in the midst of crazy chaos, forgetting the chaotic memories that made him anxious and had been plaguing his thinking.

Reality is gradually appearing next to him according to the scene in the illusion.

When he received the order and set off with Tole and Mili, Johnson was almost scared to death. But he had no second choice at all. He kept praying silently, hoping that the so-called foresight would fail and that he could leave the City of Life No. 19. However, the cruel reality completely destroyed his fantasy like a sword.

From the moment I saw Yang Hua, Johnson already understood~

It is never possible for you to change something that is happening.

He has met Yang Hua.

It is not reality, but the pictures that have appeared countless times and have formed memories and have been firmly engraved in the depths of my mind. The most conspicuous one of the corpses stacked next to the huge eggshell-shaped building is this man named Yang Hua.

What happened next almost completely collapsed Johnson's nerves.

When Toller launched an attack, Johnson did not do his best. His fist touched Yang Hua's body but did not carry any strength. Because of this, Yang Hua was not killed on the spot when facing two parasitic generals, but was rescued by the ruling. Although Mili was seriously injured, Johnson also breathed a long sigh.

His disguise action was very clever and he successfully deceived his two other parasitic relatives. In Johnson's view, the potential crisis seemed to have been resolved. With the strength of Yang Hua's parasitic general, he could successfully escape from the No. 19 City of Life. As long as the scene in the illusion of immortality will never be realized. This also indicates that he can still live safely.

This should not be considered a rebellion and surrender to the enemy. Johnxon just wanted to do his best to change something about what was about to happen. Since I saw Yang Hua's body in the illusion, I would try my best to make him survive. As long as I showed that the scene predicted by the brain could not be combined with the scene...

The possible future will definitely undergo some extremely subtle changes in the direction you need.

When the old Fu of the Samurthohen family put the metal box containing Yang Hua's head on the table like offering treasures, Johnson was completely stunned like an idiot.

If it weren't for Tole and some other people present, he even wanted to twist the old woman's head, pick out her eyes and pull out her tongue, drink all her blood, and chew off her flesh. No one knew why Johnxon was shaking? Why was his face white? Why was he as if he was shocked, his whole body was stiff and he felt like ice.

He kept urging Tole to leave the City of Life as soon as possible. He threatened, pleaded, and even gave up his dignity and hit the ground with his head. But Tole's words were indeed very reasonable. "Mi Li was very serious and she could not withstand the long bumps. In this world, there was no better place to treat than the City of Life. Although we have achieved our goal, she must live."

Johnson no longer insisted.

It’s not that he was kind-hearted, but because he had a very wonderful idea.

Yang Hua's death is an irreversible reality. If you want to change your destiny, you must ensure that the rest of you survive.

Therefore, Johnson must keep Mili alive. He cannot imagine the consequences of his sister's death. This is like the ancient shaman wizards saw the so-called "miracle" through the burning of flames during dance and spirit chaos. It is a prophecy that no one can violate or change. There is always an instance where you can actually touch or even live and happen alively before you. Just like a signpost leading to the end of the abyss, which shortens the distance from the final end bit by bit, but you have no second fork to choose to circumvent, you can only be full of fear, but you have to accept the reality of dying.

If Johnson said that although Mili was seriously injured, as long as her life could be guaranteed to continue.

Perhaps, the terrible ending will eventually change into another appearance.

He can't see the future.

The only thing that can be done is to protect the girl who should have become a corpse in the illusion, trembling.

The storm-like artillery fire completely enveloped the No. 19 City of Life. Apart from the rising flames and thick smoke, there was no unnecessary content. Even the huge white arched building standing tall was dyed with a layer of dirty and messy black gray.

The streets and nearby houses are fragmented, with black craters at the edges of the craters, and the broken limbs of human internal organs that can't be distinguished. The bodies of countless replica soldiers are scattered on the battlefield, some are only half of their heads, and some can only find a palm-sized piece.

The flesh. Under the rapid and violent artillery fire, the ending that all life and dead objects can face is to completely crush it in an irresistible situation.

I don't know if "they" or "they" should be used as a synonym. The copyist has no last name and no name. There is only one number as production code. Combinations of letters and numbers such as a67, or c445, or even f22978. They have the same appearance and inner body as humans, but they must implement all the instructions that are infused into the brain without reservation.

"They" are machines that will not resist like humans.

A heavy tank dragged the rolling smoke and dust, roared and thrust from the east, rushed into the replica crowd in an extremely barbaric posture, and crushed a bright red road filled with flesh and bones in a series of screams. After the deafening metal hit, the neat striped road surface compacted by the tracks were still lying unexpectedly. The big tui or a part of the body was crushed, mixed with the soil, becoming a regular composition, but there were no soldiers who died on the spot.

"Kill all these damn scum, one"

Toller's eyes were filled with beautiful red gray-white eyes, which were completely filled with dense blood. His body leaned slightly backward, and his strong muscles suddenly exerted force, jumping out dozens of meters away like lightning, and rushed to the front of the tank that was increasing its horsepower. With powerful inertia, he clenched his right fist hard, like a high-speed train, directly collided with a heavy armored metal beast. Two extremely powerful energy, which collided wildly at the junction site. The iron-gray chariot armor quickly became hot and hot, and immediately turned into an incredible redness like magma.

It is impossible for normal humans to see the entire process of energy collision clearly. The soldiers gathered near the tank only saw Tole's agile figure not being crushed by the tank tracks, but being firmly blocked in front like a rock. The chariot driving at high speed seemed to hit an invisible steel wall, and the entire body suddenly shook forward. In the harsh metal cracking sound of "squeaking", the turret flew high forward and was shaken away from the body and flew irregularly into the sky. After nearly ten seconds, it fell to the ground and formed a piece of dirty mud mixed with countless flesh and blood.

Toller slowly moved his right arm, looking at the completely deformed wreckage of the chariot with his cruel cold eyes, and his heart's inflated anger was finally vented slightly. An abnormal pale flashed across his face, and the light in his eyes became bright and dark. He knew that destroying a tank would not change the entire battle situation. The only and most effective way was to find the high-level psychic troops of Emperor* as soon as possible, just like annihilation of the "Holy Blood Angel" and "Space Wild Wolf" legion, and kill them all.

He sniffed hard, and released his detection consciousness, and had found several unusual energy booms in the east. But Tole was not in a hurry to move there, but took off the assault rifle from his shoulder and shot coldly at several imperial soldiers rushing in front. It was not until all the bullets were empty that he twisted his neck slightly satisfied, and fiercely rushed to the nearest imperial officer. He grabbed the other party's neck, and under the gaze of extremely fear and despair, he stretched out his right hand to tightly clamp the top of the officer's skull. With a crisp "click" sound, he cruelly twisted the other party's head and body by 180 degrees.

About a distance from behind, Johnson also threw down a corpse that had become soft.

With the two strongest parasites as the core, dozens of direct knights of the Rockefeller family wearing the black skeleton logo in front of them quickly opened up a huge blank area. They were like a group of evil ghosts who had just crawled out of hell, crazily tearing apart all living things they saw. There was no extra thought in their minds except killing them.

Toler was not a natural warrior. But this did not prevent him from receiving a series of combat training and absorbing knowledge about tactics from books.

He had discovered that this time the imperial troops attacked the No. 19 City of Life was completely different from the two annihilated legions in front. The imperial soldiers who were killed by themselves were wearing completely different badges and symbols. They were stronger, and even ordinary privates were evolved from level 8 to ninth. This situation surprised Tol and a hint of potential concern was faintly generated.

"Did you find it? These guys are completely different from those who were the previous emperors."

Behind him, Johnson's slightly trembling voice came: "This should be a legion consisting of the lowest level 8 evolutionary psychics. We are

.It seems that we shouldn't continue to stay here."

Toller did not answer.

He is waiting, too.

Ordinary soldiers with low mass lethal combat power can easily attract the attention of the opponent's high-level psychics. It won't take long to go, the Imperial** official group will concentrate in this direction. Tolle was not afraid, he was even a little curious, wanting to see who the head of the army was?

Of course, this is not a sign of stupidity or courage. With the existence of a breath hidden instrument, he believes that even in the worst case, he can easily escape.
Chapter completed!