Fight, fight with all your might, even if you pay any price, shoot!

One shot, another shot, the projectiles flew across the wind and rain. Ian Fleming, who was extremely manic, had clearly lost his mind and sweared while shooting:

"Bastard, don't try to stop me. You, an ignorant fool, can't stop you!"

"I'm delusional, go to hell and dream!"

“Go to hell, haha!

I don't care at all, I don't care at all!"

While roaring, thrusting his arms and shooting again, Ian Fleming's crazy laugh was simply horrifying, and a hideous smile appeared on his twisted face:

"Russians, you are hopeless and don't know the truth at all!

A mediocre guy will only waste his superpowers day by day, "eternal life", do you know, "eternal life"! Only I know this big secret, compared to this, everything else is worthless! A fool who only knows how to fight, how can you understand my grand plan? Victor Rezenov, today is your death date, and I will transcend life and death, and no one can stop it! Haha--!"

"eternal life?

Drink——, be your dream of a great future!"

The conspirator was hoarse and shouted in the thunder of wind and thunder. The young man holding his gun to confront him was very disgusted. He roared and shot another angry bullet.

The trigger was pulled, the striker was fired, the projectile was screaming out of the cavity, flying, and disappeared in an instant. Long Yun's eyes were wide open, almost spitting out fire. He stood majestic on the MiG fighter that could fall to the clouds at any time and was doomed, and shouted loudly at the violent Ian Fleming:

"Immortality,——Ph!

The devil who is causing trouble in the world, do you think I don’t know anything about your conspiracy?

Ian Fleming, you are such a hopeless bastard!

‘Eternal Life’, - Ha! What a tempting soap bubble, but it will only make you crazy and burn all your remaining sanity!

You didn't think about it, and with your cruel and crazy thoughts, what can you do if you never die? You just survive and rule a world like hell. I tell you that even if you live forever, you will not become God. You are just a Satan, a flame demon who will always be imprisoned in hell!!"

"shut up--!"

The words hit the nail on the head, swaying in the storm, with pale face, and distorted facial features, shaking, and shouting angrily with gritted teeth:

"Hell, huh, that's true. Who made a group of mortals live and die and make the world like this?

My world, listen, the world I ruled will be a thousand times better than now, ten thousand times better! As long as you kill the stumbling block like you, I have time. How can you know my grand ambitions? As long as I rule the whole world and step on everything under my feet, my will spread all over the world, and then—”

“—So what then?

Stop daydreaming, Ian Fleming!”

As he roared, he shot again. The gunshot was particularly erratic in the wind and thunder, but it was so clear that Victor Rezenov's voice was deafening:

"You poor man, you don't know the truth at all!

Domination of the world, haha, fantasy is probably just like that. Do you know where the superpowers that control consciousness come from? - Drink, you don't know, I understand and tell you that humans have long experienced such explorations and even have amazing achievements. This is the origin of you, me, all superpowers!

But do you know what this has caused? Use your brain. You are not the helm of the dream of ruling the world and becoming the helm of heaven? But you have never thought about whether humans should develop and whether the world should progress. If one day, due to the unprecedented development of technology, the secret of consciousness penetration will be revealed by humans. What are you doing? Will you let the virtuous and abandon the supreme power?

——Impossible, it’s impossible!

Ian Fleming, you realize that your destiny is destined and "eternal life" cannot be changed in the slightest.

No matter how you argue, shameless and high-sounding, you are destined to be a devil who hinders the progress of the whole world and is an enemy of everyone!

Your name is destined to be nailed to the pillar of shame of human civilization, despised by billions of people, and will never turn over—!"

"No--------!"

In the strong wind, Victor Rezenov's voice was like thunder thunder, bombarding the hearts of the conspirators one by one. Ian Fleming screamed loudly on the spot, but Venus appeared in front of him.

The flame demon in hell is about to face such an ending. Ian Fleming, a superpower who has been circulating the United States and controlling everything for many years, is a seemingly brutal demon in the world. The hope in his heart is shattered by his opponent's words. He struggles to support it on the outside, but his heart is shaking. Victor Rezenov's angrily rebuke is hitting a fragile life gate that intends to live forever.

Yes, immortality, a supreme pursuit, but what after that?

Rule a world of timidity and lifelessness, enjoying all kinds of wine and beauty, but how long does it take to go through such extravagance and debauchery, one hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years, or forever?

Oh my God, God is above. Not to mention ten thousand years, even for decades, thousands of days and nights of drunkenness and dreams in North America, indulging in the voices and destiny and doing whatever he wants, has long become a kind of numb and boring mental torture!

All pursuits in the world and all the meanings of being born into human beings are completely gone in the eyes of the eternal being. Such a life—

Such a life...

Will it be heaven or eternal purgatory that cannot be transcended?

The heart was unprecedentedly shocked, and the mind was never as chaotic as it was now. Ian Fleming's body was trembling and his spirit was trembling. He recalled the past unconsciously. The first scene he clearly remembered, the fire surged into the sky, the explosions, and the horror scene like hell on earth was the beginning of all his memories.

Who am I, where did I come from, what have I been chasing for for many years, and the meaning of my existence...?

No, I can't think of it, I have no way to think about it, what is all this for!

"ah--------!"

Unprecedented strong spiritual oppression, the last ray of reason was also soaring beyond the sky, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse, his expression no longer resembled the roar of a human conspirator. This sound was like a wild beast, which severely damaged the last whine before his death.

With such an echo, there is the bell of Viktor Lezenov, who descended to earth:

"Die, Ian Fleming!

Your obsession will definitely not have any future. Although this world is big, it is destined to have no place to live in you!"
Chapter completed!