Nietzsche once said - those who fight wild beasts should be careful not to become wild beasts because of this. If you stare at the abyss for a long time, the abyss will also stare at you.

Hatred can change a person, and sometimes, it can even make you the kind of person you hate.

The Marshal knew this very well, but he didn't care, even the disgusting changes were better than going with the flow.

The story about him is not very pleasant, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most tragic thing in the cross.

In the first thirty-five years of his life, the name of the marshal was Brian Martin. When he was a child, his family was very average. Although he was not hungry, he was not rich. He was admitted to university but did not go to school. There were many things like poor students who automatically gave up their admission opportunities because of financial difficulties. Besides, his grades were not the best, and no one would care.

That year, Martin was nineteen years old, and his ideal was like most young people. He hoped that through his own efforts, he could one day become like those nobles and royal families, with houses, cars and savings, and to harm young women as a noble career, and to engage in them until their retirement age.

But the reality is cruel. Some people don’t have to do anything. They have realized Martin’s ideals before they were nineteen years old. Others worked hard until they were forty-nine years old. They moved into second-hand houses and drove a second-hand car. They had a lot of savings without loans. The wife she married was a young woman who had been harmed when she was young.

In short, after Martin walked out of campus, he went to find a job. The job was very hard. His salary was very low and his social status was also very low. As for his future... he could see his future every time he closed his eyes.

Martin works in a toy factory, and walks in from the front door there. What he sees is not a factory building, but a semi-free museum. As a sunset industry, physical toys have been preserved with the use of a useless positioning of material and cultural heritage. You know, children these days will play with tablets before they can learn how to learn. Who still plays with those plastic things? Therefore, toy factories themselves do not make traditional toys because there is no demand at all.

Even so, the toy factory is still profitable. Because there is still a kind of toy that can be sold, that is, a figure. This thing is expensive, and is for teenagers and adult markets, with a very generous profit. It only involves a copyright issue. It must be authorized by a comic company to produce it, and it is strictly limited. The final distribution form of this interest chain is like... a big cake, the comic company is busy with it, and it comes to eat up all the cake; the cream is given to "

"Be filial to the department, although they basically did nothing. But who gave them the power to make you unable to do anything? The original author only gave one cherry on the cake, but he was only alone, so he didn't have a big appetite and endured it. Who knew that the cherry had not been put into his mouth. The relevant department ran over and bitten it, and then vomited it to the original author. He told him that this was called tax. When this good show was being staged, the toy factory that worked the most was chewing candles while playing.

After working for four years, Martin became much more realistic. He began to realize that his former ideal was very naive, and based on the current situation, it would never be possible to achieve it. His life was like this, it was plain and simple. Don’t get into trouble, and it would be no problem to have food and clothing. But something happened just when he was twenty-three years old.

One day, Martin was walking on the street and a familiar voice sounded: "Hey! Brian!" Martin looked back and recognized that it was Campbell. Campbell was Martin's classmate when he was elementary school, and the two were always in the same class. When Campbell was in high school, he went to schools in other cities, and their relationship gradually broke down.

After not seeing each other for seven or eight years, they naturally had a lot to say. They found a restaurant on the street, had a drink, and each told them about the hardships of life. Campbell's family was better than Martin, and at least his family could still support him in completing all his studies. However, after graduating from college, he was confused. Life was changed without a diploma, and hard work might not be more useful than flattering. Two weeks after graduation, his girlfriend recognized a godfather and sat in a sports car where he could only buy a steering wheel for a year's salary and left him. Listening to the talk of his childhood playmates, Martin just smiled bitterly. In this life, only the friends who can talk to him in a heart-to-heart manner may be the few that he knew since childhood. The two fell to each other and exchanged mobile phone numbers, which was considered to be a reconnection. They made an appointment to meet again next time when they had time. Who knew that this farewell would be forever.

A week later, Martin accidentally saw Campbell's news in a news that he was hyped. He died in a car accident. He drove a group of noble children who were racing at night. Martin could imagine how sad it would be to see the death of the only son. And he was more angry. Because the driving nobleman was sentenced to only two years in the end and was also suspended. Everyone knows that when the probation was over, everything had already subsided and the other party would not go to jail at all.

Martin spent some of his savings to consult a lawyer and also looked up many related cases of information. Just a few years ago, there was a case where a guy driving a black car crashed two cars and hit a pedestrian slightly injured. As a result, he was sentenced to endangering public safety by dangerous means, which was a minimum sentence of three years to death. However, the noble who hit his friend drove on the street and caused the death of pedestrians, was sentenced to only dangerous driving, and the maximum sentence was less than three years.

Martin found Campbell's family and wanted to persuade them to appeal and get a chance, but he got a surprise answer. Campbell's father told him that they would not talk about that matter again.

Martin is a smart man. He quickly understood what was going on. Just one sum of money can make people shut up forever. Campbell's family needs that sum of money because even if they don't accept it, they may not be able to appeal successfully. This is how the world works. When Tianyi persuaded the marshal, he also said similar words: law is just a tool. Maybe it is fair in itself, but you have to see whose hands it is in.

After that, Martin became taciturn as if he had changed his own person. He began to learn something about military weapons and other things. He found that he had a talent in this area and learned very quickly. The work in the toy factory also inspired him... Finally one day, he did extreme behavior. He pretended to be a courier and gave a bomb disguised as a teddy bear to the nobleman.

Martin avenged his friend, and he was arrested three days after the incident. He also became enlightened and knew that he might be facing the death penalty, but he did not regret it. Because from the bottom of his heart, Martin knew that what he did was not only for Campbell, but also for himself. He vented his despair and resentment towards the world in this way, and was willing to use death as his redemption.

But the development of things exceeded his expectations. The arrest was just the beginning of a nightmare.

Martin was indeed sentenced to death, but it was never executed because he was requisitioned as an experimental subject. It was not until the year he escaped from the laboratory that he realized that the place where he was detained was Blackhawk County. And that had been more than ten years later.

During these ten years, he was tied or bound almost all the time, inserted into the diversion tube into the stomach like a livestock, forcing him to eat. He could not even commit suicide. His internal organs were taken out more than once and put back for testing. He had been injected with various toxins and implanted countless human modification devices. In the last four years, an organization called Evo Lution took over this experimental base, and more cruel experiments that were beyond imagination were staged one after another. It can be said that it was a miracle that Martin could survive. More than 92% of the experimental subjects would die, and the remaining eight percent would almost collapse.

Escape originated from an unexpected opportunity. That year, Martin was turned into a child by a new drug, but this drug was not a elixir for rejuvenation, but a deadly poison.

Like many dynasties, the emperors of the empire had never stopped their pursuit of immortality since the first generation, and similar research naturally never stopped. Martin was injected with drugs, which was also a batch of failed products. Ninety-six percent of the experimental subjects died immediately after injection, and the remaining four percent would return to childhood, but their lifespan was not extended because they became children, and their appearance would not change again, and there was a possibility of sudden death.

Therefore, since then, the Marshal has been a person without a future, and he may die at any time, at any time. When he opens his eyes every day, he will be glad that he has made another day.

Becoming a child freed Martin from the shackles. Although his body was a child, his mind was an adult who was tortured and had an iron will. He could kill people without hesitation with anything he had. With some luck, he successfully escaped from the experimental base that day, naked, wrapped in an adult's coat, and ran into the blizzard.

Five years later, the "Toy Marshal" became famous. For a period of time, he was a major troublemaker in the empire, a complete madman, the maker of countless bombings and murders, and no one has ever seen him. The few times that HL successfully subdued his target, he only killed a few murder weapons that looked like humans.

A passage that Campbell once said has always been remembered in Martin's heart: "Brian, is there any older person who has told you that if people always follow the rules and look back when they are old, they will find that there are many things they want to do but have not done. Haha... But I said that even though I am still young and know my dreams, I don't feel that there is a possibility of realization at all."

There are some things that Martin didn't understand at that time, and he couldn't understand. Many years later, the marshal understood why the empire had reached this point? Why did so many people take the risk to join the resistance organization? On the surface, the nature of this war was the same as the change of feudal dynasties in ancient times. The oppressed people tried to compete for interests from the oppressors and live a comfortable life instead of the other party. But in essence, there were some differences, because today's empires looked much stronger than the ancient dynasties. At least they had seemingly equal laws, and at least few people would starve to death again.

Is it enough for humans to starve to death? No, dogs are like that. People are different. People have dreams. A large number of people's dreams are as vulgar as Martin when they were young. Of course, many people's dreams are noble and pure. But on the planet ruled by the empire, ninety percent of people almost completely lost the opportunity to realize their dreams from the moment they were born, thus earning a full meal. In fact, they are not resentment that is naturally divided into noble and low, but resentment that even the most fundamental "opportunity" is unequally occupied. The main theme of playing the war song of this era is not pain, but despair.

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"The fighting equipment is ready to launch, countdown for one minute." The marshal took the inside of the equipment and shouted at fate on his wrist: "Soul, set the Scarlet Demon Priest and prepare for the combination."

"That big jellyfish is very annoying. She only defends but does not attack, but does not leave the vicinity of the dome." said the warlock.

"Blast him with the pulses that come with the body." The marshal commanded.

"Hey, I'm using a solar power furnace now. The other party has a neutron jammer and the nuclear power is blocked." Warlock said.

"Do you think the Scarlet Demon has only two motivations?" the marshal sneered.

"Ha? No way? I look at this structural diagram..." the warlock replied.

The Marshal interrupted him: "Let your eyes widen and see what's behind the cockpit."

"Well... nothing... wait! That space is... no, is there a third power source in such a small space?" said the warlock.

"It is one of the fragments of the Eternal Core." The Marshal said: "Things that are big in fists only take up that little space."

"Oh damn! I really dare to put it on!"

"Stop talking, release the pulse cannon, seal the opponent's actions, and maintain the current coordinates. I have already positioned it." As the marshal spoke, the armor he was riding in rose up, and the launch track in front had also been unfolded.

"I have a feeling that he wants to shout, "XXX, let's attack..." Wei Sheng in the main control room whispered to the two people next to him.

"Do you think I can't hear you nonsense, do you?" The Marshal's voice rang, but he immediately shouted at the communicator: "Brian, attack!"

"Hey... this guy really shouted... Wait, Brian? So does he have a name?" Wei Sheng said.

"Nonsense, do you think someone would have a Toy named Marshal?" replied Stranger.

"Well... Actually, I thought his surname was Yuan, and his single name was handsome..."
Chapter completed!