NIKKE, When the Milky Way Blossoms

The bullet that left the barrel even ripped a hole the size of a thumb in his abdomen.

"You're not allowed to talk about him like that!"

With his eyes already bloodshot, Diesel held a pistol aloft, the dark muzzle trembling with his arm, perfectly reflecting the girl's inner world at that moment.

"You...I'm asking you...the person who used explosives to blow up the train back then..."

"Oh~"

Before Diesel could finish his question, the terrorist raised an eyebrow and a repulsive smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Are you related to those people?

As she said this, she realized her question was too stupid, so she changed her words to herself, saying:

"No, how could a relative of someone involved in the bombing become Nikki? Let me guess, you're one of the survivors I didn't kill back then, and then unfortunately, you were transformed into Nikki, right?"

Judging from your outfit, do you work on a train?

"A person who nearly died on the train is now being forced to continue working on the train after undergoing surgery by Niki. The three major companies really have a twisted sense of humor."

"..."

Every word Clau said, every word she uttered, coupled with her nonchalant tone, brutally exposed Diesel's long-buried and unhealed heart wound.

The girl had thought that the murderer would admit his mistake when facing the gun and bullets, and she had also thought that he would try to beg for her forgiveness, or simply cry and express his delusion that he did not want to die.

however……

She never imagined that the villain who killed her brother, forced her to become Niki, and caused hundreds of casualties would show no fear or remorse when facing a gun. Instead, he continued to mock her and ridicule her for continuing to work on the train after becoming Niki.

They massacred civilians, and then mocked those who survived...

Diesel wanted to ask the other person why they did this, but her trembling lips and tongue made it extremely difficult for her to even speak.

She's so bad with words; if only the commander were here.

If the commander were here, he would definitely help me get back at him.

"You dog of a mouth that can't utter a single tusk, you're just..."

Click!

As if hearing the girl's helpless cry, just as Anise, her face flushed with anger, was about to unleash her verbal attack, the suite's door lock suddenly interrupted her chanting.

"Where's Viper? I haven't seen her anywhere along the way."

The familiar hoarse voice, the familiar emerald green eyes, and the somewhat unfamiliar metallic limbs—the group turned around and stared blankly at their commander, their faces filled with astonishment.

"Heh, you're still alive with such a high level of modification, you really are..."

boom--! ! !

Gunshots rang out, interrupting Krau's words once again.

However, unlike Diesel, that bullet silenced the terrorists on a physical level.

pat!

“Chichichi…”

pat!

“Chichichi…”

The man, whose left cheek still bore burn marks, spoke as he walked step by step to Krau, squatted down, and slapped the man's face hard with his hand.

Finally, he used his metal fingertips to pry open the other man's shattered jaw, forcibly lifting Krau's disgusting head, and said:

"Who gave you permission to bark like a dog?"

Chapter 209 That's why they're getting anxious.

"What's wrong? Don't you like this gift?"

Looking at Diesel's big, teary eyes, Phoenix tossed Claudio's head aside as if he were throwing away trash, ignoring the other's disdainful gaze, stood up, and asked gently:

"If you don't like killing, I'll do it for you. Don't force yourself."

However, this person's question clearly shows a lack of understanding of the girl's thoughts.

"No, it's not."

Diesel reached out his right hand instinctively, wanting to touch the lieutenant's face, but then realized that Marian was still watching them from behind, so he hurriedly withdrew his hand and whispered:

"...The lieutenant's face."

"Face?"

Only after the girl's reminder did Phoenix suddenly remember the problem of his burns on his left cheek.

"Oh, these scars can be repaired, but there are many things to pay attention to when repairing them, and you need to have daily routine check-ups, so I plan to wait until I come back from the far north before doing it."

It's actually not that serious; it just looks scary.

He wasn't lying. Compared to the fact that his already limited good looks had been diminished, the man was more concerned about how to deal with the pile of trash on the wall.

"Do you want to kill him? If you do, then kill him. But if you feel that killing him won't be enough, I have an idea."

When it comes to torment, Phoenix's intuition has always far surpassed his experience.

"This thing can't stand seeing others doing well. We could make a kneeling bronze statue in the Municipal Gardens train station, put her head inside, connect her to a life support system, and let her watch adults and children having a good time every day."

Once she's almost used to it, we'll give her a "brainwashing" and get her to keep watching.

The lieutenant smiled and turned to look at Krau, whose eyes had subtly changed, and continued:

"If brainwashing technology can precisely erase memories of a specific period of time, I can go to the rehabilitation center and find a video of the suicide of the leader who walked into heaven."

Before each brainwashing session, I make her watch the video again to prevent her from secretly changing her mindset.

If conditions permit, washing every two days or even once a day is also acceptable.

"Sizzle—! Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!"

As the devil's words fell, the criminal nailed to the wall already had a hideous expression.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!"

The damaged sound module was still playing a noisy electrical signal, and just by listening to the fluctuations in the noise, it was not difficult to discern Krau's manic state at this moment.

Everyone has their own sensitive spots.

What fanatics find most intolerable is others denying the existence of God; what extreme racists find most unacceptable is resistance from the bottom of the racial hierarchy; what emperors find most intolerable is their will not being carried out by their subjects.

For Krau, a coward who only vents his anger on civilians, seeing the people of the Ark living in peace and prosperity is the most unacceptable scene for her.

She was born in a bloody and filthy outer district. She experienced all kinds of despair and pain. Her best friend committed suicide in the rehabilitation center. What she wanted to do most in her life was to make everyone suffer like her.

Happiness, in Krau's eyes, was nothing but a pile of excrement, so disgusting that it made her soul want to vomit.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!"

The electric microphone continued, and after losing the disguise mask called "indifference," Krau finally showed strong emotional fluctuations in front of everyone.

Not only was the act of kneeling in front of the citizens unacceptable to her, but the arrangement of having to watch a video of her best friend's suicide before each brainwashing session also stimulated the few remaining rational thoughts of this crazy woman.

Unfortunately, no matter how much she twisted her body, even though her expression was so horrifying it could frighten a child, the lieutenant, who was not afraid at all, remained indifferent.

"See, that's why they're getting anxious."

Seeing Clau's comical writhing, worm-like appearance, Phoenix turned back with satisfaction to Diesel, whose eyes still held traces of tears, and comforted him:

"Just keep her kneeling like that until her memory fails. Then you can shoot her in the head."

"……Um."

After hearing the commander's suggestion, the train conductor, who usually had the air of a friendly neighbor, nodded vigorously like a little girl, closed her eyes, and murmured:

“I…I want her to kneel on the memorial, to kneel before my brother, and to kneel before the dead.”

"it is good."

"Sizzle—hissing—!"

……

The matter of handling the follow-up matters concerning Krau has now come to an end.

Because Suite A was temporarily being used as a prison, Phoenix had no choice but to lead the group of Nikkis downstairs.

During this time, the lieutenant completely skipped over the life-or-death question of whether he would be sharing a room with Anis or Marian, and shamelessly asked a different question:

"What's the situation with Viper?"

Helen, who was relegated to the outermost circle, quickly replied seriously, "The mass-produced Nikis haven't been in good condition. Viper said he's going to personally go find treatments for obedience drugs."

Obedience drugs...

Oh right, there's still this thing I haven't taken care of...

Upon finding the keywords, Phoenix blinked, feeling somewhat weary.

"Helen, if you don't mind, let's talk privately."

"Eh?"