There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

"You brat, your hypnosis has worn off! Zack's dream is starting to collapse and rebuild again!"

Recalling the cataclysmic experience of being rejected in a dream, I know Old Man Hook must be feeling terrible right now, but I can only reply, disrespectfully, that:

"I'm not blind, I can see!"

Like a demon, Zack had his gaze firmly fixed on me, ready to settle old scores with me, harboring both new and old grudges.

At such close range, the berserk Zac's attack was imminent. If I hadn't come up with a plan, I probably would have only had time to choose a dignified way to die.

But Zach was held up.

On the ground lay a "corpse" with tattered clothes.

The respectable black suit was torn into tattered strips and hung there. Although there were no external injuries to the body, parts including, but not limited to, the palms, nose, half of the teeth, and a lower leg had all disappeared.

But this "corpse" coiled up like a snake and clung to Zach's body!

Zach braced himself with his arms outstretched, his taut, grayish-white muscles as hard as steel, and slammed into Noberty, who easily dodged the impact by swaying his body. As his muscles bulged, a splash of blood erupted from his back, spreading along the clothes he had just put on.

But the next moment, Zack's leg sank into the ground, and his knee slammed upwards, unleashing a burst of levitation power!

Norbert, like a leech, bit down on Zach's trouser leg with half his teeth, using his abdomen to block Zach's knee strike. After vomiting blood, he continued to entangle Zach upside down.

I've seen plenty of ruthless people, but this is the first time I've seen someone so ruthless it's inhuman.

After this series of actions, the berserk Zack finally shifted his attention from me to this annoying rat, flicking out his index fingers with a sharp, flowing light...

Finger gun!

Even the most flexible body cannot defend against a targeted attack that breaks through the entire area!

Norbert is currently occupying the body of Grant, an agent under Ada Wong. He is now like a tattered rag doll, his muscles straining against him, but many of them are breaking under the strain, making a sound like a bowstring snapping.

The two finger gun shots were like piercing a burlap sack, producing only a ripping sound and splattering blood.

But Norbert persisted, even though Zach had left him far behind.

Zach never expected such a crazy enemy, sacrificing himself a thousand times just to hurt him a hundred. And when Noberti was thrown behind him, his target was now very clear: the knife still stuck in Zach's back!

That sharp knife, still lodged in his body, constantly drawing blood, is his Achilles' heel!

As Norbert was about to land, his neck suddenly stretched out ten centimeters, springing out like a spring, his teeth barely managing to bite the knife handle. The price for doing so was a complete dislocation of his cervical spine!

The wound didn't widen, but blood gushed out again from the blood groove, staining the ground red!

He was only centimeters away from the knife, his muscles spasming, desperate to plunge it in just a fraction more. Blood trickling from Noberty's mouth even flowed back up onto the hilt of the knife, seeping into Zack's wound, but Zack's hand was already firmly gripping his skull, pulling him close.

On that terrifying face with bulging veins, there were a pair of bloodshot, grayish-white, lifeless eyes.

In the mutilated face, covered in blood, was a deep-seated hatred and malice.

Two monsters, both twisted in body and mind, neither of whom should be called human, stared at each other silently, like a demon and a yaksha meeting, a malevolent god reappearing in the world.

"That's the look in your eyes... Hahaha... You remember me!"

Norbert loosened his grip, his lungs gurgling like a bellows, and blood and foam sprayed recklessly onto Zach's face.

"Kill me! Kill me! Just like you did back then! Everyone must die!"

Norbert screamed in a shrill voice, "You remember everything! I'm your nightmare! I've got you!"

The murderous aura emanating from him had become so intense that death itself seemed like a magnificent embellishment, a grand feast before crossing the finish line.

The twisted, misty land beneath his feet bears witness that Noberti's eyes and soul burn with black, poisonous flames, seemingly etched deep into space, forever drifting in this cursed world.

Such murderous intent was like a moth drawn to a flame to the inner demon Zack, but in that instant, I actually saw a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

It is a demon of the heart composed of obsession and malice, an emotion that could never be possessed when completely dominated by instinct.

I watched in stunned silence as Zack let go and soared into the sky...

Chapter 650 There's still more to explore on the other side.

Flight, a dream of humankind for thousands of years.

In the grand epic of biological evolution, new species have continuously emerged, relying on methods such as flapping wings, gliding with membrane wings, riding air currents, and adjusting buoyancy to realize their dreams of flight, resulting in a diverse and ever-changing array of methods.

But even if future pioneers evolve ammonia-powered and fart-powered flight, they will inevitably be impressed by Zack's amazing method of spiraling into the sky by stepping on his right foot with his left!

"Kill me...kill me..."

Norbert, sprawled on the ground, was neither crying nor laughing; his severely damaged vocal cords emitted the howl of a night owl as he stared at the sky where dark clouds churned violently—and the white line that shot straight to the horizon.

White line... Could he really have "jet-like" ascension to heaven?

Norbert's struggle didn't last long; a hand had already grabbed his head and lifted him up easily.

"Want to die? It's simple. Just tell me if you want to."

A cold glint flashed in my eyes.

This guy looks too dangerous. Just that deep-seated hatred is like a bomb that could explode at any moment.

"Marcus, let him go first."

As I expected, Mr. Rhodes stepped forward once again.

But this time, even Kay wasn't willing to listen to his opinions.

"Sir, I didn't object when you fired at my grandfather; I trusted you when you ordered the bombing of the doomsday nuclear bomb. But can you give me a reason this time why you're protecting such a heinous madman?!"

Mr. Rhodes was not angry—the middle-aged man before him, as steadfast as a rock, always seemed to have his own will and rhythm, which could not be shaken in the slightest even if the sky were to fall and the earth were to crack.

He simply said, "You can't kill him."

"Over the past decade or so, Noberty's enemies have wanted to kill him, his competitors have wanted to kill him, his bounty hunters have wanted to kill him, and even within the contract bandit organization, countless people have wanted to grind him to dust."

“Every time they captured him, the victors believed it was the real person and tortured him to death using all sorts of methods. But to this day, he is still alive, while those who wanted to kill him are all dead. Do you know why?”

I stroked my chin, pondering for a while, before tentatively asking, "...Because his name is Yan Shuangying?"

Norbert, whom I was holding in my hand, grinned, his mouth full of broken teeth and blood, with a mocking and contemptuous expression.

Mr. Rhodes said seriously, "Many people mistakenly believe that Norberty's repeated escapes and counterattacks are due to his mind control techniques. They think he can always predict the opponent's actions and create and control countless stand-in assassins, so much so that no one has ever seen his real body."

"But if you've ever met Old Man Hook, he'll tell you unequivocally that Norbert has never studied or used mind control techniques! Even his reputation among the contract thieves is just a deliberate misunderstanding!"

hiss……

Kai and I gasped, realizing the weight of Rhodes' words.

Norbert isn't a contract thief? But didn't Mr. Rod have contact with the contract thief organization before getting Norbert to join the operation? Then who exactly is he?

But now, going over it all again, Norbert never explicitly admitted to being a member of the Pact organization or taking orders from anyone. He simply operated with a cold, calculating undercurrent and brutal methods, driven by reasons no one knows to this day, and a deep-seated hatred for Zach…

Even more interestingly, the giant ring-shaped aircraft created by "Project X" had hundreds of seats, but there was not a single place for Norberty.

He managed to infiltrate Kai's ship by controlling Stuart, eventually entering the waters around Kuroshio Island, which was a completely different route!

I can reasonably deduce that someone within the thief organization revealed the location of Black Tide Island and Zack to him. The motive, as Mr. Rhodes hinted, is most likely a subtle act of using someone else to kill him…

"What does this have to do with Old Man Hook? How can we ask him? He's already dead!"

Thunder rumbled faintly, and Kai's head seemed to throb again. He clutched his forehead and said in pain.

But Kay's words reminded me.

This problem seems unsolvable, but I can simply ask the audience for help!

[Moshi moshi, is Daddy home?! Come out and take your beating!]

After I mentally recounted the situation, Old Man Hook's weathered and exasperated voice rang out instantly.

[That brat Rod! Couldn't he just explain himself?! Yes, I told him about mind control, but I also told him it was invented by that old liar Yorkson!]

Good heavens! Sure enough, every conspiracy has a scapegoat, Old Yorkson. Tokiomi is nothing compared to him!

[What do you mean? Old Yorkson has a history with the underworld? Hung Hing or Tung Sing? No, it should be the Yamaguchi-gumi, that's why they recruit such an old double-flower red pole...]

Stop overthinking. The method of brainwashing and parasitizing someone was developed by Old Yorkson when he was captured. Due to the severe side effects, it was only used once to control the mine police and cover his escape. After that, he stayed with me in Mineral Town and couldn't possibly have participated in the Mafia.

Okay, Dad. Remember to take your medication for Alzheimer's and bipolar disorder. I'll visit you at the nursing home another day.

You brat...

The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later. (Beep...beep...beep...)

After receiving a clear answer, I immediately hung up the phone and regained control of the information.

“Mr. Rhodes, although mind control has serious side effects, I can’t think of any other way to control a person so easily.”

My expression was sincere, as if I were just asking a homework question in class, but it made Mr. Rod's expression even more serious.

"So you're the one who knows what happened back then... I thought old Kay would choose to tell his grandson about it..."

Needless to say, I already know what Mr. Rhodes meant.

The tragic destruction of Mineral Town many years ago has become a secret passed down through generations. Now, the only two outsiders who know the truth on the island have gathered here, which has a hint of fate playing tricks on them.

“Since Old Man Hook has chosen to tell you, I will no longer hide it from you. During my investigation of Norbert, I obtained many clues, but I only found dozens of used clone remains. I still cannot find his real body.”

"Disappointed, I took the body back to the University of Michigan Medical School research lab and sealed it up. The medical student who was working on an experiment that night mistook the remains on the table for his supervisor's test samples and rushed to finish the chromosome report. Then he discovered something—the chromosomes of these remains, which had died at different times and had not yet decomposed, belonged to the same person!"

Wait a minute! I've heard this story before!

Two skulls were discovered in Cao Cao's tomb. After identification, one skull belonged to Cao Cao, and the other to Cao Cao when he was a child!

...Will tomorrow's UC headline be "Shocking! Mitosis! The traitor Cao is actually myself!"?

"Don't rush to object. At first, I didn't believe the result either, thinking that Norbert had used a trick to escape. How could an enemy who hates someone so much that they would drown, burn, and disembowel a corpse not analyze the body's components to pinpoint Norbert's biological characteristics? And how could a person die so many times?"

"But after I re-examined them myself, I found that there were not many parts left in these remains, and the places where DNA could be extracted did have the same base sequence."

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind, and I offered my opinion: "Could they be clones? These controlled beings all share the same biological origin!"

But Mr. Rhodes also shook his head in denial.

"Professor Ellen Halsey has confirmed that these bodies show no signs of artificial induction and are unlikely to be the result of cloning technology, unless an underground organization has been continuously cloning a person for decades and waiting for them to grow naturally."

I stroked my chin thoughtfully and said, "If that person's name is Gendo Ikari, it's not impossible..."

"Forget about that. Professor Allen Halsey may have moral flaws, but his academic credentials are unquestionable. More importantly, after using his A10 neuron analysis method, we discovered that these remains not only contain the same DNA, but also a mixture of many abnormally missing parts. It just so happens that what was left behind are all the same DNA segments..."

The half-dead Norbert sneered, "Rhodes, after all these years, you're the first person to discover my secret..."

Rhodes twirled the bronze ring, his face expressionless.