The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 581 - 574

Chapter 581: 574

Murphy asked a good question because Ram also wanted to know why Number Thirteen kept hitting Murphy’s bald head.

Number Thirteen fell into deep thought, and after pondering for a long time, he said calmly, "No reason. I don’t want to kill you, after all, you are my friend, but I can’t let you go either. If you insist on foolish ideas, then I’ll have no choice but to kill you. Until I figure out a solution, I’ll just have to hit you to alleviate the bitterness and anger in my heart, you know, I usually don’t get angry easily, and even when I do, I don’t show it."

Murphy, with a dumbfounded expression, said, "If you’re going to hit me, just hit me, why do you have to hit my head?"

"Hmm..."

This time Number Thirteen didn’t take long to think. He said seriously: "Your head is very shiny, and it feels good to hit."

Murphy’s eyes widened and then he said slowly to Number Thirteen, "Fuck You!"

Number Thirteen shrugged and slapped him again.

The reason he didn’t have to jump to slap him was that Murphy was lying on the ground now.

Number Thirteen said very seriously, "Understand the situation you are in."

Murphy couldn’t take the beating anymore. He suppressed his rage and said seriously, "Stop, stop hitting me, let’s talk about ideals, can we talk about ideals? You just mentioned aliens, is Pyro-thief an alien? No wonder he’s still alive after all that, well, so he’s an alien... it makes sense now, hmm, do you think he can save humanity?"

Number Thirteen watched Murphy silently, and when Murphy felt his skin crawl, he suddenly said, "Can we just not insult each other’s intelligence? Murphy? Even if I end up having to kill you, I won’t make it too painful, but if you try to insult my intelligence, I will punish you. You should know my values, my outlook on life, all my thoughts are different from that of a normal person. So even if you are my friend, were my friend, I will still make you die in extreme pain because I cherish our past friendship, but that doesn’t mean I will let you go."

Murphy felt helpless because he knew well how twisted Number Thirteen’s psyche was.

So Number Thirteen’s threat was not just a threat, he really would turn any threat that sounded unlikely to happen into reality at any moment.

This is the deterrent power of a psychopath, because you really can’t predict a psychopath.

Murphy sighed softly and then said in utter helplessness, "Just ask what you want to know, if you want to turn me, just say it. You keep hitting me like this, and it’s tough on me. Number Thirteen, in consideration of the many times I’ve helped you, can you give me a painless death? It wouldn’t be hard for you."

Number Thirteen smiled and said, "You’re not helping me; you’re using me. I did a lot of private jobs for you. No, I always suspected that you treated me as a research subject because other than me, you couldn’t find a more perfect subject. My psychology is extremely distorted, but I am extremely obedient. Just say you’ll help me find my sister, and I’ll do all the tasks you set for me. You think I don’t understand? No, it’s not that I don’t, I just don’t talk about it. I’m a psychopath, but I’m not an idiot."

Murphy was stunned for a moment and then said, "Number Thirteen, you... you really are a treasure."

Number Thirteen smiled and said, "You’re using me, you’re studying me, but at the same time you’re indeed helping me. I can tell the difference. If you were just treating me as a fool, I would have cut you into forty-six pieces a long time ago, not one more, not one less. Forty-six pieces, according to your body shape and the way it should be cut..."

"Stop, stop, were you pondering how to dismember me back then?"

Murphy’s expression was extremely shocked, while Number Thirteen replied with a calm face, "Not dismembering, disassembling you alive. There’s a difference."

Murphy took a breath and said sincerely, "Introducing you to Ram was truly the best decision of my life."

Number Thirteen fell silent for a moment, then nodded silently, and after thinking for a while, he slapped Murphy again.

"Stop, why are you hitting me again..."

Number Thirteen shrugged and said, "We don’t have time to waste on you. Ram doesn’t want to torture you. If he hands you over to Black Devil for interrogation, it will disturb his conscience, but he can’t let you go either. It’s the same for me. I don’t want to kill you right now, but as the most suitable words to persuade you don’t matter to you, you just want to look for an opportunity, trying to use the friendship between me and Ram to let you commit suicide or take us out. Hmm, I’m getting angry, more and more angry. So, I’ll keep hitting you until I truly believe I can’t change your mind, then I will kill you, so you don’t need to be too anxious."

Murphy was in despair.

Being captured and falling into Ram’s hands was one thing, but not interrogating or killing him and instead letting Number Thirteen find a solution with his twisted way of thinking was quite another. If there truly was no solution, they would kill him in the end.

When scholars encounter soldiers, reason falls on deaf ears, but that’s not the most frustrating thing.

It’s when faced with a complete psychopath, one who doesn’t reason at all, that’s truly despairing.

Murphy’s faith was shaking rapidly, without reason. He didn’t even know why his confidence could collapse so quickly without him having been mistreated.

Murphy turned to Ram, and then he said with a very helpless tone, "Ram, let’s talk about ideals. Tell me, how do you plan to save humanity?"

Normal people need to communicate with other normal people. The more Murphy studied psychopathic murderers, the clearer this truth became to him.

Ram thought that handing Murphy over to Number Thirteen was indeed a wise and masterful decision, a great decision.

"Er, evil aliens have invaded us, but friendly aliens are coming to save us. Murphy, Poseidon stole your Revelation, the Graycloaks preserved their Ark of the Covenant, but you know, the civilization that made these are coming to help us, they are here, he’s... he, you know."

At first, Murphy was astonished, then confused, and finally, he became very angry, incredibly angry.

After cursing a few times hoarsely, Murphy said with an incredulous face, "Why didn’t you tell me earlier, why didn’t you tell me all this earlier?"

Ram looked somewhat embarrassed, while Murphy yelled, "If you had told me this earlier, couldn’t we have cooperated happily? Sanitation Worker, Graycloaks, the gods we seek and believe in have appeared, so what are we fighting for? Why didn’t you say it earlier? Instead, you hand me over to Number Thirteen, this psychopath!"

Ram’s eyes rolled a few times, then he said with an apologetic face, "Sorry, I forgot, really forgot. It just slipped my mind."