My hero is myself

Chaotic slum neighborhoods.

On the roof of a tall building that was in disrepair, Roland took adequate measures to keep warm and looked at his small home where he had lived for a month.

The fierce flames mercilessly devoured the old house, as well as the furniture and furnishings that he had just become familiar with.

The distance between the two buildings was far away, and Roland couldn't feel any warmth here.

It will only tighten the zipper a little more due to the airflow caused by uneven air density.

"Are you deliberately irritating your brother?"

The bald old man Mike has set up a sniper rifle and is observing Roland's apartment, looking for targets worth taking action.

At this moment, he couldn't help but be curious and asked the young man beside him sideways.

He deliberately released the reporting materials to scare others, just to stimulate the Internal Affairs Department and see their reaction.

But this operation also caused him to disappear temporarily, and Leo was also stimulated.

As for Mike seeing through his mind, Roland shrugged and replied calmly:

"I just made him see reality more clearly."

Mike asked: "But the process will also be extremely painful, how can you let it go?"

Roland was silent for a moment and said slowly:

"Whether I want to let it go or not, it doesn't actually matter."

"This world is so cold. My brother's character is destined to be a paranoid man who will fight against the darkness to the end."

"Then only by making him a darkness deeper than darkness can he not die meaninglessly in the finale."

Listening to Roland's words, Old Mike couldn't help but sigh:

"You are really a mature and pessimistic young man. Sometimes I can't tell which of you is the elder brother and who is the younger brother."

"Thinking from a different perspective has nothing to do with age."

Roland pointed to his head.

As if to argue that I am just smarter, not older.

Old Mike shook his head and put away his gun:

"All the people here tonight are minions, none of them are worthy of being caught."

Roland didn't care:

"Don't worry, our battle has just begun. If you can't catch any fish, just put down the net."

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When Leo received the news of a fire in his home, his mind went blank.

He had no memory of how he got back downstairs at home.

The familiar apartment where I grew up is gone, leaving only the charred ruins.

The person in charge of the fire protection department was very respectful when he saw Leo wearing the uniform of the Internal Affairs Department:

"Mr. Kerton, although there are traces of burned organic matter at the scene, the damage is too severe to confirm whether it is your brother..."

"He was at home at that time, and the surveillance did not capture him leaving. Now he can't be contacted in the whole city. Where do you think he is...where is he?"

Leo broke out hysterically, suspecting that these fire officers and soldiers were deliberately delaying time.

The person in charge of the fire department had seen too many family members who were out of control. He waited for Leo to vent his emotions and sat down on the ground in collapse:

"No one could have predicted such an unexpected occurrence. Please express our condolences."

After receiving a phone call, they hastily concluded that it was an accident, packed up and left.

No one cares about Leo's emotions anymore.

Everyone already knows that he is a loser who has fallen out of favor and has no future, so there is no need to continue to fawn over him.

A red-haired female doctor hurriedly jumped out of the car, hugged Leo, and said softly:

"Go to my house and take a rest first. Your condition is very bad, and Roland doesn't want to see anything happen to you."

Leo looked at the ruins in ecstasy, his empty eyes regained focus, and he shook his head slowly but firmly:

"Erin, I can't go to your house."

The female doctor begged: "I know my father has a bad attitude towards you, but you need a place to rest now. I will ask my father to control his temper..."

Leo smiled: "It's not his problem, it's the fire. It's definitely not an accident."

"What did you say? Someone murdered little Roland?"

Leo didn't answer, and the light in his eyes disappeared little by little.

He has regained his composure and connected many clues.

No wonder no one in the department asked me to be on duty tonight.

They just want to get home on time to ensure they get on the train to hell.

Leo just happened to get a clue about a previous victim. He was excited to pursue the clues and he still hasn't returned home...

If not for this, the two brothers would have disappeared together and become some charcoal at the fire scene.

Leo's eyes no longer burned with anger and sadness, only the cold wind.

Those people want him to disappear, want him to shut up forever?

Then he won't!

He opened Irene's fingers and squeezed his fingers, his voice clear and serious:

"Eileen, let's break up."

"I do not like you anymore."

"We were born into different worlds. If we are forced to get together, there will be no good results."

Leo walked out of the ruins where the remaining warmth was blown away by the cold wind, and behind him came the confused and overwhelmed cry of the girl.

"Leo, you can't fight them. Let's change places and stay anonymous. You still have a long, long life..."

Erin begged him loudly.

Leo paused slightly, but did not look back. He just said in a slightly mocking voice:

"Let go of your dreams. The Ice Throne is so big. Where can we hide?"

No illusions, no more staying, no turning back.

Now that you have chosen to fight, you can only move forward.

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A conversation flashed through Leo's mind:

"He was a policeman and now he's a killer."

"so what……"

"He left me a business card. Maybe you need..."

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"Yes, I do."

Leo looked up at the sky and answered softly.

No brother, no family.

Naturally, we still keep the so-called bottom line and insist on procedural justice...

It doesn't make any sense either!

The business card flashed in his eyes, and the number on it became clearer and clearer...

He already had a super memory.

Although I can't achieve photographic memory, I can recall many things through association and recall the details, and I can even describe the patterns on them verbatim.

Large flakes of snow fell outside the window, and within seconds of falling on the shelter, they were dyed black by the towering chimneys.

This world is originally a mess.

Light must bring fire, blood and sacrifice to shine out and dispel the night.

After Leo typed in the numbers, his fingers froze slightly, and the world spun before his eyes, losing its sense of reality.

He knew he was running out of time.

Denying the past self is extremely painful...

But no matter how painful it is, it can't compare with the weight of losing the only relative in the world!

Leo pressed the dial button.

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On a new day, the temperature continued to drop, falling below minus [-] degrees.

But the work still has to go on.

The hunters returned from hunting at night, and the mines, steel plants, and greenhouses began to work overtime to produce the materials necessary for the operation of the Ice King City.

Under the establishment of the Ice King's capital, the icy wind and snow hit the ground, bringing back painful memories of people's precarious situation.

Even though it is no longer what it was originally, it is still the last refuge.

This is the last city, the last beacon in this dying world.

So they are still trying their best to protect this pure land.

If the Ice Kingdom also collapses, ordinary people will definitely not be able to survive in such a winter.

"The churches are still bustling and the hymns are sweet; the parliament is always busy and well-dressed."

Roland arrived at the city center of the Ice Kingdom and looked at the magnificent buildings surrounding the core pillars.

Especially the Ice God Palace that is in crisis and has no one to maintain it.

Because he had never expected the exile, he was never disappointed.

He was just thinking whether it was accidental or inevitable that humans still failed to unite under the crisis.

Those who are desperate for survival are still working hard, but those who enjoy life have forgotten to move forward.

Maybe it's because winter nights are so long, so long that they seem to have no end.

Among the people who had time to think, too much negativity was born, and the Ice Capital, which had only just regained hope for a long time, once again became a victim in the blizzard.

However, the Ice God is silent and supplies are in short supply.

At this time of crisis, priests and officials who have lost control are increasingly exposing the ugly side of human nature.

With ever-expanding and limitless power, the quality of life cannot be reduced even by being bitter and cunning.

Use faith to construct false hope, and use severe punishment to maintain authority.

When the Ice King City was in decline, the Council invested more manpower and material resources to maintain the authority of every order and ensure that the big shots' ideas were resolutely implemented.

There is no room for any discordant voices here. Those who violate the rules do not allow others to cross the lines they have set.

There was once order and beauty here, and the soil where heroes were born has been restored.

But now because of the upcoming disaster, the prologue of the hero's birth has been rewritten.

Without Roland's intervention, the fate of the Keton brothers would have been tragic.

Now that he is here, while performing his mission, he has not given up the operation and wants to lead his destiny to another river.

The majestic and sacred door of the cathedral slowly opened, and the devout Ice God believers filed in.