Chapter 807 Sin-Ridden Devil Whispers

?? For a long time, the captain's body has been maintained in a state that is almost perfect for humans. His strength, speed, and metabolism have always remained at the peak of human data. It can be said that when performing tasks or doing other things, he can be like a machine, absolutely perfect.

But now, an accident happened. I don't know why, Captain Ming just wanted to stop Clark and control him as quickly as possible. But at the moment when he rushed forward, a violent thought suddenly appeared in his heart. This made the movements of his hands become tough and fierce in an instant. And this immediately caused fatal trauma to Clark, a kid who had just become a high school student with a body as thin as a chicken.

His cervical spine was instantly broken into two sections by the huge impact, and this made him immediately fall to the ground like a rag doll, and he lost his breath immediately.

"No, no! Wake up, boy, wake up. Wake up!"

The occurrence of this accident caused the captain to panic immediately. He quickly lay down on the ground, checked the condition of this unfortunate young man, and started emergency rescue for him at the same time. But no matter how he checks and rescues, the reality is already doomed. This young life is gone, and he has become a real murderer.

This caused the captain's heart to turn into huge waves in an instant. Because this was the first time he had killed such an innocent ordinary person, it made him feel an extremely strong sense of guilt.

For a long time, the captain firmly believed that he was protecting innocent ordinary people. This is his belief and his mission. Although due to some accidents, they always caused the death and injury of some innocent people when they performed their tasks, but that kind of thing is completely different from the current one.

The current one is already a kind of murder, a serious act of harming someone's life for personal gain. Perhaps this is not the original intention of the captain, but everything has constituted reality. Moreover, whether this is his original intention or not, in fact, it is difficult for the captain himself to say clearly.

It was difficult for him to explain where the violence in his heart came from. <> I don't even understand why I suddenly have such a violent and destructive impulse towards this harmless young man. Although this kind of violence and impulsiveness was only a momentary thing, the captain felt it clearly, and he did have such thoughts at the time. At that time, I really had the idea of ​​wanting to kill him.

This kind of scrutiny of himself made him scold himself directly in his heart. And the burgeoning sense of guilt made him feel infinite self-loathing from the bottom of his heart.

He glanced at the boy on the ground. This is a young life, and his wonderful life has just begun. But now, it can only lie here as a corpse. And all because of his sin. And all because of his damn madness.

The more he thought about it, the more he blamed himself, the captain couldn't help but knelt down on the ground. At this time, he already had a feeling of despair. He thought about turning himself in, thinking about paying the price for his crime. But I don't know why, when he thinks like this, another idea always pops up in his brain, completely dispelling this idea.

This made him kneel on the ground, silent like a stone sculpture.

Time passed quickly, and the captain was still as numb as a stone. At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door of his room. This made him startled suddenly, and then growled towards the door.

"who is it?"

This obviously violent roar made the people outside the door startled.

But he still answered quickly.

"Mr. Wayne. I'm Old Kent, Clark's grandfather. I want to ask, have you seen that little bastard Clark?"

The voice outside the door obviously made the captain realize something. His eyes began to drift away, but soon, he made a decision.

"Wait a minute, I'll be right over!"

While answering this, the captain moved quickly and stuffed Clark's body under the bed. <> Then he came to the door with a smeared messy notebook and a pen, and opened the door to the room.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kent. I was writing just now, and my temper may be a little out of control for a while."

"It's me who should say sorry, for disturbing your creation." Shaking his head, Old Kent expressed his inner apology. Then he asked the captain. "It's just that bastard Clark disappeared suddenly. I remember that he said before that he would come to help you clean up the room, but he hadn't been seen for such a long time, so I came to ask, do you know where he went?"

"I'm sorry, Clark came to my place just now. But after he cleaned up the house, he said that he had something to do, so he hurried out. You know, I was busy thinking about it, so he didn't pay attention to where he went! "

Hearing this, Old Kent first glanced into the room, and after seeing no trace of his grandson, he yelled angrily.

"This little brat must be out to play again. I knew, just like his brother, this little guy knows how to mess around all day long!"

Hearing old Kent's words of blaming the child, the captain immediately felt a twinge in his heart. But he still made a helpless expression, and said with a smile to Old Kent.

"It's nothing, Mr. Kent. After all, they are in their youth, and boys at this time always like to play a little bit."

"That can't even forget about the business." Old Kent was still bearding and staring, but apparently he had temporarily let go of his mind. "Forget it, Mr. Wayne. I will settle accounts with him when he comes back. I won't bother you now, and I wish you a good night's sleep!"

After all, the captain's identity is a guest, and old Kent didn't want to embarrass him too much. So after a few words, he left here directly.

Seeing the old Kent's back disappear from his sight, the captain slowly closed the door. Then, as if suddenly losing strength, he leaned against the door and collapsed limply. <>

To deceive such an old man is really a tormenting thing. Although it was only a few words just now, the captain felt that it was longer than a whole century. Looking into the eyes of the old man several times, the captain couldn't help but want to confess everything. But in the end, he gave up this idea, and continued to disguise himself as Mr. Wayne, covering everything up.

He knew that this was a very wrong thing, and it could even be said that it could send him to hell. But this is a choice he made subconsciously. He thought of Bucky at that moment, and thought of his purpose. If he confessed at this time, wouldn't Bucky be dead? He still wants to rescue Bucky, and he also wants to let Bucky escape from Tony's clutches. If he exposes himself at this time, won't all this be in vain?

These were all excuses, and the captain knew it very well. But these excuses can give him a reason to temporarily bury the guilt in his heart and forget about Clark for a while.

But this is only temporary, he is very clear, and he keeps reminding himself that this is only temporary. Once Bucky is rescued, once he sets his friend truly free. Then he has to stand up and pay for what happened today.

He was responsible for Clark's death, just not now.

Once again admonishing himself in his heart, the captain silently mourned the corpse under his bed. He knew it was hypocritical, but if he didn't use this hypocritical way, he really didn't know how to express his apology to him.

"I'll give you an account, boy. I will! Only, not now!"

Done with condolences. The captain began to check his weapon again. For some reason, when he thought of tomorrow's trial, a flame suddenly ignited in his heart. This flame burned everything in his heart, making him quickly forget his previous self-blame and guilt. Even things about Clark were starting to fade.

This is very bad, but the captain is not aware of this problem at all. He just silently checked and waited, preparing to make a big fuss at the trial site tomorrow.

And just as he was preparing like this, in the different space, a person who had been watching him began to chuckle in his heart.

Mephisto has lived for countless years and witnessed countless heroes. But even so, there are very few people like the captain in his memory. Such people have their own persistence. Noble character, and not afraid of any temptation and threat. It can be said that no devil can shake the will of such people, and their hearts are harder and purer than any steel.

But now, because of some small tricks, such a hero has been dragged into the abyss of depravity little by little by himself. This is really a supreme enjoyment for a devil.

Yes, Mephisto played tricks on the captain. And it's not just ordinary hands and feet. Ordinary people, even with the secret provided by Smith Zhou, can only let the captain execute a specific order at most. But Mephisto found another way. He used this secret to create an evil method that could only be used by himself.

That is, after opening the barrier in the captain's mind and using the secret password in his brain to activate his brainwashing mode, he instilled his own evil devil's language into it. It is no longer a simple instruction, but to let the captain remember his devil whispers, and use this deceptive language to constantly lure and drive him to make the next wrong decision.

The captain is still the captain, but whenever he encounters a critical problem, the whisper of the devil will sound in the depths of his heart. Under normal circumstances, the captain is fully capable of restraining this evil psychic power. But because of that back door, he is now unable to resist the invasion of evil at all, and can only be reduced to a puppet under his manipulation. And the most frightening thing is that he doesn't know all this, and can only take it as a reflection of his own heart.

This made him sink, fall. Even soon, he will become an evil person who can never turn back. Mephisto is very sure of this, because everything is going according to his plan. Tomorrow is coming, a big show has been prepared, and he is waiting for the moment when this good show kicks off. (To be continued.)