MTL - Become Marvel Daisy Johnson-Chapter 251 distortion
When: May 13, 2005, 1300 pm
Location: In the north of the Middle East, in the land of a small country, in the north of Sokovia, in the wartime command post of the rebel army.
Weather: Clear and hot, blue sky, everything is suitable.
Beside the cistern in the house, a rough man with a beard was carefully holding a razor to shave off the foam on his cheeks. From the incomplete reflection of the small glass, one can see the appearance of an ordinary Middle Eastern man. The eyes are round and shy, a little dull, like a taxi driver.
The man looked in the mirror in a daze, and fell into the memories of the past, but what he saw in his eyes were pictures of a bright future. When I came back to my senses, I only felt that the surroundings were strange, that everything should not be like this, and that I was a little crazy.
Three years ago, you brothers came here with me.
Now, only myself and my brothers are left here.
Gunshots, cannons, roars, the war came so suddenly.
Flesh and flesh of brothers churned in this land, rotting and stinking,
God, how fertile this land will be in the future!
Am I crazy? It seems a little crazy.
The man thought too much, and couldn't help but put a smile on his face.
"Boss, the people from the United Nations have arrived at the entrance."
The guard outside the door reminded Saron.
He covered his cheeks with a wet towel, and walked out while rubbing his cheeks. The wide and fluffy white lining on the body is obviously not suitable for receiving distinguished guests. This is his pajamas, the mottled marks make the clothes look more brown.
He looked at the sky, nodded secretly, thought for a while, and asked him to send a message to the messenger guard who came to inform him:
"The bird people in the United Nations can only say that they can't do it, and use chicken feathers as arrows. It's better for the big guys to kill the ones who let us retreat. I hate these diplomatic rhetoric, let Zemo go. By the way, you also asked the third battalion to be extra wary of these people who come in."
The messenger guard saluted respectfully and left.
Saron leisurely returned to the attic room, ready to change into his outfit and prepare to meet people.
The house is incomplete and somewhat decayed. When you push the door open, you will see a row of books on the wall.
They were the insurgents who had been bewitched, but they were definitely not small-time rogues. Although the mutiny was initiated by others, at the beginning most of the troops in my army were knowledgeable and promising young people. Because he was angry with his own government for a while, he did something extraordinary.
Sa Long was originally from aristocratic background, and he liked reading books the most since he was a child, especially books written by a famous thinker from Hans Hu.
The content and identity of the book made Saron afraid of ghosts since he was a child.
The more afraid I am, the more I want to see it, and the more I look at it, the more afraid I become. The reading experience brought by identity is completely opposite. The idea of killing ghosts gradually turned into wanting to be ghosts. When he finally participated in the uprising, his family thought he was crazy.
Instigated by others, the uprising is just a whim. But while trapped in Sokovia, he and his brothers started planning. Before others betrayed, Saron felt that although the road was difficult, the future was bright and the future could be expected.
At first, Saron wanted to provide a general program for his troops, imagining a bright future.
Later, the mutiny happened around him, and the fight after seeing Qiongtu dagger made this strong man who should have a great future but became a gangster and tried to make a career suddenly wake up. It turns out that everything is just wishful thinking. One's own ambition is but a means, a weapon in the hands of others.
Even though the brothers around me still believe in me, people from other countries are unwilling to accept this group of people. Sokovia is a place of death, and the surrounding three countries are staring at each other. The rebellion has made this place a dead end, so who can redeem this group of people? What about people?
This is a huge problem.
Saron, who was in a slump, spent the whole day flipping through the books he usually read. In the middle of the night and under the moonlight, the big and strong man would often turn over and wash his face with tears. It was too quiet at night, quiet as if no one was here, but dozens of his brothers died here, they existed! Thousands of people under his command seemed to be dead too! this is too scary! He wanted to find a way out, a way to correct his mistakes. But how is this possible.
The ignorant are fearless. Conversely, the more knowledgeable a person is, the more he feels like an ant in front of the truth.
Saron's attempt to find a way out of the predicament of reality in philosophy books is so whimsical. The social road cannot teach him how to go out, and the capital thinking cannot teach him how to break the situation. Raise your glass and look around in a daze, the world is so cold in your heart.
In desperation, he began to believe in ghosts and gods.
His family members all believe in Christianity~www.novelbuddy.com~He has seen with his own eyes the reality of corruption in the family around him because of Christ. God bestows power, and power corrupts people. If there is a God, Saron despises such a god. So he didn't believe in gods and Buddhas at first, and he was the most loyal materialist. But the current predicament makes him see no hope, and practicality is his first priority. As long as he can solve the immediate crisis, it doesn't matter if he is a follower of Lucifer!
As long as it can keep him and his thousands of brothers alive, what's the point of being the devil's fangs!
With an attitude of trying, Saron started the life of a pagan. He prayed devoutly to all the gods and demons with names and surnames, and stared at the air like a fool for a long time. This symptom lasted for three months before Saron gave up.
Brothers outside were spreading rumors that he was crazy. After a long time, Saron also felt that he was crazy. Not long ago he smashed all clay statues, hand-painted portraits, and burned everything religious.
The so-called goodwill of the United Nations, Saron can't see a way to go, he hopes to improve everything!
Before going to meet the UN officials, he wanted to say his last prayers. At first, he just wanted to make peace of mind.
Striding forward, Saron entered the room and first observed the strangeness in the room. After confirming that there was no difference, he closed the door tightly, hurriedly changed into his combat clothes, walked quickly to the enshrining place in the inner room, and prayed reverently in the sky.
"No matter who you are, please reveal my heart of prayer, touch me with your hands, make me strong and courageous in all things, you are the source of my life, full of joy and hope in you, strong and strong. You It is my Lord, my direction, the answer to my life, and all my hope. I rely on You like a fish needs water, like a tree needs soil. Please supply me so that I can stand upright and overcome the enemy.”
ph’ngin…
