Making a Scene! Widowmaker Emily's Awakening

When night fell, Shen Yan did not study philosophy with Emily, but kissed her goodnight goodbye, and then lay quietly on the bed to sleep.

The time reached eleven midnight.

Emily, who was surrounded by Shen Yan, opened her eyes on time, turned her head and looked at her fiancé who loved her deeply with a complicated expression.

Blackclaw's intense mental restructuring allowed her to make the organization's plan her first goal.

But through the edification of Shen Yan in the past few days, Emily's strong humanity has begun to awaken.

In another hour, Blackclaw's transport plane will pick her up with the Iron Fist of Doom.

"Honey, please forgive me!"

Emily's painful face began to turn vicious, and she took out a delicate dagger from under the velvet pillow with trembling hands.

"I will definitely go to hell when I die!"

She slowly raised her dagger to Shen Yan.

"Amy, are you finally willing to start?"

The bright moonlight reflected Shen Yan's side face a little distorted through the cherry red window screen.

"Didn't you sleep?"

Emily's body trembled after hearing his words, and she said in a tone of seven points of pain and three points of disbelief.

However, at dinner, he put drugs that can make people fall asleep quickly.

"Alas!"

Shen Yan's voice sighed softly, and gently snatched the dagger from Amy's hand.

"Amy, have you forgotten my major when I studied abroad in Cambridge, England?"

"It's chemistry."

Emily's eyes began to moisten.

"You little fool, I knew from the beginning that you had been subjected to mental suppression and transformation surgery by Black Claw."

Shen Yan sighed softly again: "So I deliberately created an experimental accident and came to Fort Gillard with you in order to temporarily leave the security range of Overwatch agents." "

"One is to try to defeat the transformation of Black Claw with strong love."

"The second is that if I fail, I can create a safe environment for you to kill me."

"Too bad I failed, Amy, I know my pillow man can't sleep all night."

"Every morning I see tear stains on your pillow, do you know I have heartache?"

Saying this, Shen Yan's voice began to become choked.

"I don't blame you, all this is my responsibility, it was the black claw that extended its claws to you in order to kill me."

"It was I who didn't protect you well that made you suffer the pain of transformation."

"It's all my sin, so....."

Shen Yan looked at Emily who was full of tears affectionately.

Then in her incredulous gaze, she aimed the dagger at her abdomen.

"No... My dear! "

Emily exclaimed in pain and rushed up to organize Shen Yan's behavior.

But it's already too late.

The dagger had already pierced deeply into Shen Yan's abdomen.

Blood flowed down the blood trough.

Lying groove, deep down!

Shen Yan's heart was galloping.

"No, my dear, you can't leave me!"

Emily hugged Shen Yan deadly, crying in pain.

"Ahem!"

Shen Yan deliberately coughed twice, spurted blood droplets out of his mouth, and splashed on Emily's snow-white pretty face.

"Amy, I must die, as long as I live, I will definitely implicate more people I love and those who love me."

"However, you must remember that scientific theorems cannot defeat human nature."

"You have to hold your will and protect yourself."

"When you wake up, don't avenge me. Find someone who loves you and live your whole life. "

"One last thing, I hope you can satisfy me Amy."

"Honey, you say!" Emily said quickly.

Shen Yan laughed at himself, raised his left hand stiffly, and stroked Emily's pretty face.

"Remember that French ballad you sang for me when I was in love with you? Can you sing it for me again? "

"Well, I sing! I sing! "

Emily hugged Shen Yan tightly and choked up and sang.

Until Shen Yan's hand slipped down her cheek.

While singing, he held his lover's gradually cold body.

Emily felt her headache burst, and a stream of heat burst out from her heart and poured into her limbs.

She knew she had broken through the shackles that the black claws had imposed on her.

But what's the use?

His last nostalgia in the world has disappeared.

Twelve o'clock midnight.

In the town across Lake Girardburg, church bells ring.

The roar of the energy engine interrupted Emily's singing.

A low-lying Black Hawk-like transport plane landed on the terrace of Fort Gillard.

A group of black-clad and black-hatted mechanical soldiers surrounded an African-American bald man into the castle bedroom.

He looks tall and bearish.

But none of this is as impressive as the huge steel prosthesis of his right arm.

Doomsday Iron Fist Agu Ogudim.

The current Black Claw executive.