The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 580 - 573: Discussing Ideals

Chapter 580: Chapter 573: Discussing Ideals

Ram felt very uncomfortable, because he saw someone he didn’t want to see.

Knowing that he would eventually become enemies with Murphy, Ram had not expected that Murphy would appear before him tonight in such a manner.

If it weren’t for the lives of tens of thousands of people on his back, Ram would let Murphy go, even though he knew that releasing Murphy would mean Murphy would continue to be his enemy, but Ram would still do it.

But now Ram couldn’t because he wasn’t alone, he couldn’t just let Murphy go, that would be irresponsible to the Solar System Company.

What Ram could do was give up the opportunity to get a lot of information from Murphy, and if Murphy really refused to cooperate, then give him a quick and clean death.

It was helpless and saddening, all Ram could do was give his friend a painless death.

Of course, if Murphy were willing to defect, that would be the best outcome, but Ram thought it impossible.

Murphy had been the head of the Sanitation Worker in New York for over a decade, he was a staunch Sanitation Worker core member, the kind that wouldn’t waver or betray.

So Ram handed Murphy over to Number Thirteen.

Murphy and Number Thirteen had a deep connection, Ram hoped that Number Thirteen could persuade Murphy, and if not, he hoped Number Thirteen could end Murphy’s life painlessly.

In truth, Ram should have done it himself, but he was unable, so he had to avoid his responsibility and leave it to Number Thirteen to do.

Number Thirteen was unfeeling, a cold-blooded psychopathic killer without emotions.

Thus, Ram ended the fight completely and when he returned, he expected to see Murphy’s corpse.

Feeling incredibly heavy, Ram returned to the place where they had captured Murphy and saw Murphy alive, and of course, Number Thirteen as well.

"Ram, you damned bastard! Come here! Come over to me!"

Murphy’s shouts were filled with extreme anger and despair, Ram looked over to find Murphy’s bald head already swollen red, while Number Thirteen’s left hand played with a blade, his right hand striking Murphy’s bald head forcefully.

Murphy was extremely disheveled; his hands tied behind his back, just as he was trying to flee, he was kicked to the ground by Number Thirteen, so now he could only lie there, while Number Thirteen was squatting next to him, shaming him and torturing him blow after blow.

Ram walked over, first frowning, and said, "What does this mean?"

In extreme disarray, Murphy said, "What do you want to say? What do you want for what? Tell me, get this psycho away from me, fuck! Get him away!"

Ram looked at Number Thirteen and said, "What have you done? I told you not to torture him...

"Go away."

"Oh."

Half an hour had passed, a whole half hour went by, all the remaining enemies were cleared out, and Number Thirteen finally spoke his first sentence, and Ram really had to walk away again.

"Don’t go! Stop! Damn it, Ram you stop, I’ve saved you, I’ve saved you several times!"

At this moment, Number Thirteen finally spoke, his face grave as he murmured to Murphy, "Do you know what I’m doing?"

"You’re hitting me! Bastard!"

"Do you know why I’m hitting you?"

"How would I know your thoughts, you freak!"

Number Thirteen said indifferently, "I hit you because I think you’re stupid, don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I’m trying to wake you up. For a fool brainwashed by a cult, beating won’t wake you up, I just really wanted to hit your bald head, ever since the first time I saw you, I really wanted to hit it a few times."

"Is baldness a crime? Is being bald a mistake? Fuck! Get lost!"

Number Thirteen sighed and said, "I just think you’re too dumb, Murphy. You tell Ram to be on high alert, you tell me to hide in the mountains where no one goes, why would you warn us?"

Murphy roared, "I should just let you all die!"

Number Thirteen continued, "Actually, you know the Sanitation Workers are wrong, the Graycloaks are wrong, but this is your life’s ideal. You don’t want to give up on your ideal after fighting for it half your life, so you’d rather keep going down the wrong path because if you don’t follow it, you won’t know what else to do."

Murphy took a deep breath, then continued roaring, "The Sanitation Worker made me..."

Number Thirteen said dispassionately, "As a tool, you seem quite proud."

Murphy paused for a moment, then angrily said, "I’m not a tool!"

"Oh? Want some dignity?"

Murphy was about to explode with anger, he really, really was on the verge of doing so. He had guessed that Thompson would commit suicide because anyone who deals with intelligence knows that being unable to die is far more terrifying than death itself, but what he didn’t guess was that Thompson would simply shoot himself without shooting him first as he had hoped.

This was embarrassing. Murphy truly didn’t want to end up alive in Ram’s hands, let alone in Number Thirteen’s. These were things truly more terrifying than death.

With a look of helplessness, Murphy said, "What the hell do you want? Number Thirteen, what the hell are you doing?"

Number Thirteen calmly replied, "You know I’m not good at persuading people, I’m only good at killing."

"Yes, I know, so just kill me, will you? Play to your strengths!"

Number Thirteen raised an eyebrow, then continued to hit Murphy on the head.

"Fuck! Stop hitting me! Stop it! Stop it..."

Murphy was resigned, as Number Thirteen spoke calmly, "Apologize."

"I’m sorry! I said I’m sorry!"

Murphy was mentally prepared to be tortured, but he didn’t expect to be mentally broken by Number Thirteen’s almost idiotic methods.

Number Thirteen spoke softly, "What is your ideal, what is your dream?"

"I... You’re a killer, why are you asking me about my dreams now?"

Number Thirteen said lightly, "My dream has already come true. I found my sister, and now there are no regrets in my life, so I start to care about other people’s ideals. What’s your ideal?"

Murphy was taken aback for a moment, then said, "To save humanity, to eradicate the Graycloaks... no, no, it’s to eradicate the Graycloaks, to save humanity."

Number Thirteen looked curious as he asked, "Then why don’t you continue to pursue your dream?"

Murphy couldn’t help but laugh, but soon his face fell as he said, "Don’t talk to me about ideals. Can’t you just kill me quickly?"

Number Thirteen continued, "Why not pursue your dream? Eradicating the Graycloaks, saving all of humanity, isn’t that a good ideal?"

Murphy sighed, "Number Thirteen, the Aliens have arrived, we’re all done for. The Graycloaks have merged with the Sanitation Workers, what more do you want to do? What can I do? You’re a psychopathic killer, can you stop pretending to care about ideals?"

Suddenly, Number Thirteen spoke softly, "The person you guys wanted to kill, he’s an Alien, you get it? Now, only we can save humanity. So, if you join us, you can achieve your life’s ideal, eradicate the Graycloaks, save all of humanity. Isn’t that good?"

Murphy paused for a moment, then said with extreme confusion, "That’s great, but what does this have to do with you hitting my head?"