Albert sat in the trunk and took out a storage bag from under his butt. At that moment, he really doubted his life.
Xu Chuan rolled up the car window silently, blocking out all the trash talk coming from the window, but don't mention it, the black brothers are really talented, and they can even curse in the street with the feeling of rap.
He took off his tactical vest and looked at the spot where he was shot in the chest. There was blood on his clothes, but luckily it wasn't his own. He felt other parts of his body and there seemed to be nothing wrong except pain. "I'm so tired." , I'll take a nap."
Xu Chuan fell asleep almost instantly while leaning on the seat, and his head hit the car window with a bang. Smith quickly grabbed him and asked him to sit down.
"How long has it been since he slept?"
Williams, who was driving, thought for a while and said, "I haven't seen him sleeping since I came from Aden."
"That's nearly 40 hours." Smith took out his cigar, not caring whether he could smoke in the carriage.
"Smith, I thought you would object to the boss killing Alassad?" Williams glanced at John Smith in the rearview mirror. Although he had entered Umbrella not long ago, he knew very well the veteran's feelings for the army.
"No one has the right to blame him in this matter." Smith took a puff of his cigar and put his hands on the car window. "He has waited too long and has done enough."
"So, what grudges do they have? Of course, if it can't be said, forget it." Williams thought about his words, worried that he would offend some sensitive inside information.
"Haha, there is nothing confidential. Many people know it," Smith sighed and continued, "That happened nearly five years ago. Bell was only 17 or 16 years old at the time. He was with some friends at some Volunteering in very backward areas..."
Xu Chuan felt that he must be dreaming. The dilapidated houses around him, the deserted streets, and the quiet and simple school in front of him had always been memories that he did not dare to touch.
"Chuan'er, don't be stunned." With an authentic Beijing movie voice, the person was pushed and staggered into the school.
The originally quiet campus suddenly became lively. "Xiaochuan, is the Internet good? Even if there is no Internet, can you play stand-alone games?"
! "
Xu Chuan unknowingly showed his brightest smile, "It's ready, let's play CS together?"
A group of local children ran over, and Xu Chuan took out the chocolate in his pocket, "Xiaochuan, why do you like chocolate so much? Be careful of diabetes." An uncle in his forties joked from the side.
"There's nothing you can do about it. You're young and your metabolism is better than that of some middle-aged people."
“Hey, kid, come here, don’t run away.”…
"Stop making trouble, it's time to eat"...
Xu Chuan stood in a canteen converted from a warehouse with a tray in his hand, "Aunt Liu, that's enough, that's enough." Looking at the food that had covered the entire plate, Xu Chuan repeatedly stopped him.
"That's right, Sister Liu, you are too partial." Everyone in the cafeteria was laughing at the drama that was going on every day...
Xu Chuan sat at the dining table and slowly ate his favorite scrambled eggs with tomatoes. The people around him left one by one until he was the only one left.
"Xiaochuan, you are the slowest every time." A familiar female voice came from the door behind me.
Xu Chuan ignored it and didn't look back. He put down the spoon in his hand, wiped his face, and pushed the plate away, "It's time for you to go."
"Let's go, let's all go. I have killed all the murderers, and the last one is dead. I don't owe you anything anymore."
The voice behind him slowly disappeared, "Xiaochuan, you should be happy."
“Eat less chocolate”
"Find a girlfriend quickly."
…
Xu Chuan couldn't hold himself back any longer, so he lay on the table and cried silently.
"After Bell returned that day, more than a hundred people in the school were killed, and only the bodies were left." Only the roar of the engine and Smith's deep voice were left in the car.
"Arasad did it?"
"Well, at that time he was just the leader of a not-so-well-known armed organization. He was thinking about how to make a big event and become famous every day."
"Bitch raised scum." Williams patted the steering wheel hard.
"It's so ironic. Alassad may not know why he died until his death." Smith turned back and looked at the storage bag thrown in the corner through the rear window.
Several cars were speeding in the dark night, and they couldn't go back to Sana'a. Koko arranged the evacuation route for HCLI for everyone. Before it got light, everyone finally arrived at this small town north of Sana'a. .
The helicopter that Nikita and the others were on had been disposed of on the road, and they were transferred to the vehicle prepared by Kou Kou, who arrived one step ahead of the others.
"Let him sleep like this. He basically hasn't had any rest in the past few days." Nikita looked at Xu Chuan nestled in the back seat and decided not to wake him up.
He looked at the deadly force people following him and said, "It's really thanks to them this time."
"Yeah, now it seems that Albert and I really can't stop the reinforcements." Smith smiled, took out the storage bag in the trunk, and threw it towards Vasily who was walking over.
"What is it?" Vasily held the storage bag in his arms and looked down... "Sukabule"
Smith bit his cigar, "Look who's wearing it?"
Vasily looked carefully. He had fought in Grozny. How could this small scene frighten him? "Alassad? Did you really succeed?", his surprise was palpable, and he was extremely careful. Holding the storage bag in his arms, others gathered around, talking excitedly.
Xu Chuan was woken up by the sun, which had already heated up the car door he was leaning against. "These bastards, even if they don't let you sleep in the house, they can't park the car in the sun."
Xu Chuan opened the car door and walked out. He looked up at the sky without any clouds. He stretched out his body and felt the breeze blowing. "Today, the weather is good."
