Whenever a huge steel beam penetrates the front of the train, the terrifying loud noise will echo throughout the semi-enclosed station.
The sound waves hit Schmidt's ears, always causing him to have uncontrollable convulsions.
He raised his left hand several times, raised it, and then put it down again, tears streaming down his cheeks, and he heard bursts of sobs coming out of his throat unconsciously.
At this moment, Schmidt finally understood Rishi - it turns out that suicide is something that requires courage.
He suddenly thought of the bite of Urian sweet shrimp he tasted a few hours ago. Its clear and sweet taste was so fascinating;
He thought of his corridor filled with paintings, the delicate or rough brushstrokes, the gloomy or brilliant colors... They were so beautiful and so expensive, reflecting his extremely wealthy family background and unique artistic taste;
He thought of his children and how they ran towards him from afar when they were young; he thought of riding a horse alone at the racecourse on a Sunday afternoon, the sunlight making it difficult for him to open his eyes, and the fresh tingling feeling... …
It turns out that his desire to live is so strong.
It turns out that just being alive is great happiness.
"Not enough..." Schmidt shook his head and buried his face in his left hand, "Not enough..."
New developments came from Avinash's earphones - his subordinates had collected enough material and it was time to retreat.
"You guys retreat first," Avinash said softly. "Take the equipment directly to Klieye Farm to find Victoria and see what they are doing. Please answer when you receive it."
"clear!"
Avinash looked at the entire train station. There was no one around in the station at this moment. Three mercury needles left the exit on one side, and the assassin ignored them.
It was sitting on the chandelier in the middle of the station, swinging leisurely. Although Avinash couldn't see its face clearly, he could feel that its eyes were always looking towards him.
"Everyone else should withdraw as well." Avinash whispered, "Go outside the station."
"Sir, you——"
"Please answer when you receive it."
"……clear."
When the other mercury needles were evacuating, a section of the cantilever on the right side of the station collapsed again, and one person lost his balance and fell from a high place - but he immediately felt someone catching him, raised his head, and faced the assassin Dark Black mask.
After a few moments, the assassin lowered him to the ground.
His entire face froze, and for a moment he still didn't understand what had just happened.
The assassin waved his hand at him rather kindly, indicating that he should go quickly.
The man stood there, first looking at the assassin, and then at his companions in the distance. After a few seconds, he fled like flying and disappeared into the vast night.
There were only three people left in the entire train station.
The assassin slowly turned around and looked at Avinash and Schmidt.
Avinash pulled out his gun and pointed it at the assassin's eyes.
The assassin tilted his head and expressed his confusion with exaggerated body language.
Avinash felt a chill running down his spine, and his rationality kept reminding him of the absurdity of the scene at this moment - he, a mercury needle who had been transferred to the coalition government, was now fighting alone against an aberration, or in other words, an enemy whose strength was close to that of the aberration. .
That he would choose to join the coalition government means that he does not care about the title of hero at all, but he still has some dignity as a human being...
It is despicable to abandon Schmidt directly at this moment without even making the slightest effort.
So Avinash suddenly burst into flames, carried Schmidt and ran towards the other exit.
In his peripheral vision, he saw that the assassin's stance had relaxed, with a slight stoop.
This scene almost makes Avinash really feel that the person in front of him is a chelate. Like many chelates, it suddenly loses understanding of normal human behavior, so it will spend time during the battle to do some research on the situation in front of it. Reasoning and thinking.
But this is absolutely impossible...
Suddenly, the assassin arched his back - he leaned down and made a running gesture.
At this moment, Avinash's heartbeat almost stopped. Although reason told him that this aberration had not hurt a mercury needle so far, and there was even a question mark on whether it was a chelate, but He still made the right choice——
Before Schmidt understood what was happening, the world in front of him turned upside down. Due to inertia, he rolled on the ground four or five times before stopping.
The concrete platform of Tan Yi North Station was so cold that after a burst of dizziness and severe pain, Schmidt opened his eyes blankly.
A hand wearing a black leather glove pressed on his shoulder from behind.
"...Avinash?" Schmidt asked tremblingly.
The person behind him didn't answer.
Suddenly, Schmidt shuddered because he suddenly saw Avinash's figure under the dim emergency lights. He was clinging to a protruding statue above the station exit and looking at himself.
Schmidt looked back in tears.
Looking from a distance, he did not realize how tall the assassin was. In the silence, he saw the assassin raising the steel bar in his hand - it was twisting the end of the steel bar into a hook.
In the assassin's hands, the steel bar was as soft as a cane.
"Please..." Schmidt murmured, a sad expression on his old face, "Don't..."
This sound made Avinash in the distance feel heartbroken. He raised his gun again with lightning speed and shot Schmidt in the back of the head - but everything was just as he expected, the bullet was directly caught by the assassin. Between the fingers of his left hand, a wisp of green smoke rose.
The assassin raised his head and threw it back with all his might.
Avinash's right arm was shot through instantly and he fell from the stone statue. In pain, Avinash felt that he had probably fulfilled all his duties, and he immediately left this place that was about to turn into a hell on earth without looking back.
Other companions were waiting for him not far away.
Schmidt had no time to care about anything else. From just now, his eyes never left the assassin's face - or rather, this pitch-black mask.
This person who already holds the power of his life and death is his God at this moment. Schmidt trembled and said many incomprehensible words, and his remaining left hand gently held the edge of the man's gray cloak.
"Are you scared?" A woman whispered coldly from behind the mask.
"Please...please..."
"Someone may have asked you this, do you remember?"
For a moment, Schmidt was silent.
The assassin leaned down and she patted the old man's withered face, "...now you know what this feels like."
The curved steel bar hooked Schmidt's neck. She turned around and dragged Schmidt deeper into the darkness.
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