"It's a pity that I won't give you a chance."

"Scarface" pulled out the short knife from the boot, pressed against his chest, and said with a sigh: "It can easily cut off your hands and end my life effortlessly, so I will not be tortured by you, and you will not want to trample on my dignity. Maybe when you receive the bounty, you will brag to those idiots about how you killed me, but in fact you are just a coward, who betrayed your compatriots for money and life, and you are the shameless villain who slaughtered your companions for money and life. I curse you forever in a nightmare, and I will be your nightmare, laughing at your despicableness and cowardice all the time, until your instinct is revealed and you are torn to pieces."

"Stop!" Kum's face was pale, his complacent ambition just now was gone. He was guarded against the suicide of "Scarface". That was why he exhausted his ammunition and destroyed his will, thinking that this would make him fall into despair and let him mercy, but he missed the short knife.

The reason is very simple, it appeared too short. Although Koum was cut off both hands, the protozoa's instant hemostasis and reshaping allowed surprise to replace the pain. And when he picked up the gun, the "Scarface" had inserted the short knife back into the boot, which could only be restrained for 20 seconds. During this period, Koum's attention was on Modiz, so it was reasonable to ignore it.

But this little thing has now become a thorn in Coomb's throat. It is very likely, or it will completely deprive him of the only slaughter game he can control and most hope to implement. This is a fatal blow to him. Not only did his previous efforts be wasted, but he could not even control the right to life and death. Even if he became the final winner, he would have no sense of accomplishment. Therefore, he had to stop the other party's suicide, which is the top priority at the moment.

"Don't be impulsive, it's meaningless to die like this." Coomb lowered his posture, signaled the other party to calm down, and continued to comfort in a gentle and slightly begging tone: "I was just kidding you just now. Thinking about the only ones who survived now are you and me. If you die again, I will really become a despised bastard. You know, I don't want to do this, but in order to survive, I can only ignore my conscience. Those bastards behind the scenes want to use the experimental subject to kill each other, but they didn't expect that I could control it. If you don't believe me, please see!"

Speaking of this, Koum adjusted his emotions and began to display it systematically. He used his mind to drive the insect swarms on his body to build various patterns at different locations, including flowers, birds, fish and insects, text graphics, and even miniature landscapes. During this period, in order to avoid creating a tense atmosphere and then stimulate the "scarface", his manipulation demonstrations were limited to the visual range, and the amplitude was very small, and they did not look aggressive.

When he finally formed the contours of everyone on the team and arranged them in sequence to form a painting, the eyes of the ‘Scarface’ were wet.

"I'm sorry for doing something horrible to them. If it can be compensated, I hope it's now."

Coom said this with a sad expression and typed the three words "Sorry" at the bottom of the picture.

At this point, "Scarface" could no longer suppress the sadness in his heart. Tears burst out in an instant and rushed down his face. With tears in his eyes, the beautiful past of people gathering appeared in front of him. At that time, they always liked to listen to a song "i                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

In a trance, familiar music sounded in my ears again, and the "Scarface" slowly hummed with the melody: "cause                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

     and        forever,and        i        swear        that        i'll        be        there        come        what        may        ...        ...”

In the climax, Coomb also joined in and sang with him: "so                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

d        the        strength        to        keep        tryin',i'll        reach        out        and        take        your        hand.”

As the songs, the two gradually felt excited and lost. If time could turn around, today's situation would never happen. They would choose another way of life, or another life, to make the next days live as exciting as possible. There is no guilt or regret, and there is only all the beauty that can be thought of. Even a calm life is a yearning for people to be eager for.

Therefore, the cruel reality is life. When a song ends, someone immediately interprets all this with his actions.

"This is a great song, but I prefer the last one." Coomb said with a sly look on his face.

‘Scarface’ felt something in his words and asked vigilantly: “The last sentence? What exactly do you want to say.”

"There is nothing else, the last lyrics are what I want to say."

"That sentence is..." "Scarface" couldn't think of it out of thin air, so he repeated the climax part, and finally realized: "What did you do to my hands!"

He hurriedly looked down and found a red rope cover on his left wrist. It was secretly tied up when he was singing loudly, and now the other end of the rope was held in Koum's hand.

"You can't stop me like this!"

"Scarface" suddenly used force on his left hand, trying to stab the short knife into his chest, but the "red rope" on his wrist also tightened at the same time, preventing the suicide in front of him.

"It seems you're wrong," Coom looked at Scarface with pride and said slowly: "I have taken great pains to attract your attention. I have to demonstrate to you in a humble manner and sing with you with passion. This is really, really terrible."

"The singing just now didn't make you awaken."

"You tell me to wake up?" Coom curled his lips and said disdainfully: "What's the use? It can neither bring wealth nor avoid danger to save lives. The only thing that can be done is to get comfort in the mind before going to heaven. People like me are destined to have no chance of heaven and only go to hell, so awakening is shit in my opinion and is not worth a penny."

"Then you are so sad."

While fighting, the "Scarface" showed a contemptuous sneer.

"Look at yourself!" Coom suddenly roared: "How much better than me? At least I live for myself, but you are living for others. Isn't this sad? I think this is not only sad, but also ridiculous, so you are not qualified to say to me."

"It seems that you are hopeless, there is no cure..."

"Scarface" sighed to the sky, as if talking about the other person, or as if talking about himself. Next, he silently closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, as if something was brewing.

Coomb also felt the difference, staring at the opposite side, waiting for the upcoming changes.

Unexpectedly, the "Scarface" was preparing for death, because he had just thought of a way to complete death. He was to use his injured right hand to hit the hilt of the short knife, and at the same time to open his left hand to let the inertia send the knife into the heart. This method is very simple and convenient to operate, but it is very large. When he waved his right arm and made a blow, Combe immediately understood the intention, took the lead in exerting force, pulled the other party from where he sat, and threw it to the ground hard.

The Scarface lying face down, holding the knife in his left arm, and swaying his right arm behind him, looking very much like Superman's lift-off.

Without waiting for his movements, Combe jumped up and stepped on him, and took off the short knife in his left hand.

"It's not that easy to die. I'll let you know now, what is pain and desire to live!"

Raising the short knife in his hand, Comb inserted it hard into the left hand of "Scarface". The sharp blade penetrated into the ground, locking his left arm like a steel nail.

“Ah~~~”

Although he gritted his teeth and faced down, the pain from the "Scarface" still made people's heart tremble.

But Comb was quite happy. He slowly let go of his feet, squatted aside, and admired his masterpiece.

"I just woke up, have you awakened now?"

This sentence sounds sarcastic, but in a blink of an eye it was dispelled by the almost crazy laughter of "Scarface".

"Hahaha......"

Accompanied by laughter, the body of "Scarface" trembled like an electric shock, and it seemed that it could not be suppressed and was releasing it to the fullest. This made Combe very puzzled, so he pushed "Scarface" and asked, "Are you crazy?"

"Crazy? Haha..." Scarface responded in a laugh: "You are crazy. I'm awakening, completely awakening. It's a pity that you don't understand these things, so you can only watch from the side like a fool until I finish laughing at you."

"Damn it, you dare to fool me!"

Coom grabbed the right arm of "Scarface" in anger, rubbed his bruised wrist, pressed his broken index finger, and unscrupulously dispelled the hatred in his heart.

But when faced with torture, Scarface laughed louder. He used his crazy behavior as a good medicine to relieve pain, vent his emotions, and fight back against his opponent.

It was clever, but Coomb wasn't stupid either. He quickly figured out the reason and threatened loudly, "Shut up, or I'll pull your arm off!"

"Come on, coward, have you wanted to do this long ago?" "Scarface" tried hard to raise his face and expressed his disdain with ridicule again.

"That's what you want."

In the ferocity, Coom pulled off his right arm fiercely.

Blood flowers are flying, like paintbrushes, being swept towards the sky by the creators in order to color the world and create their own splendid world.

"Scarface" was almost stunned. He had already forgotten the time and pain at this moment, and stared at the red mist. Because on this curtain, he saw the big photo again, a person was vivid and vivid. They were waving at him, smiling at him, and singing the song "i                                                                                                                                                                                                                              
Chapter completed!