he's changed.
Every great battle changes the world, and those smaller wars change people.
Rowan looked at Colonel Haken's profile. The once rough and tough face had aged and was covered by the angry blood. He painfully discovered that the lion-like tough guy who could laugh boldly no longer existed.
The so-called justice, the compensation the veterans deserve, and the rest of their lives on the island are not what he described. His real purpose is to take revenge on this country.
"I don't need to negotiate, go to hell."
The colonel reloaded and pointed his thermite rifle at the hostages in the corner. As long as he pulls the trigger again, the tragedy will happen again.
boom!
Staring at the raised crosshair, Rowan pulled the trigger. The bullet passed through the barrel of the gun and hit the fragile boiler behind the dragoon's armor. A stream of steam poured out of the hole, like the last sigh of the deceased, and the power plant slowly stopped running.
"No...!" Colonel Haken roared and threw his iron arm at Dr. Rowan's face.
Despite losing the assistance of the power system, the huge force still knocked the former adjutant to the ground.
"traitor!"
Colonel Haken dropped the thermite rifle on the ground, grabbed Rowan by the collar, and pulled it up. For a soldier, "traitor" is the worst insult.
"I knew you would rebel, Rowan. You have never been a good soldier."
The old doctor closed his eyes and did not resist. A man named Corus Haken had saved him countless times, and it was time to give his life back to him.
Suddenly, a roar of broken metal came from the front. He felt the strength in his chest relax, and gravity dragged him to the ground.
Opening his eyes, he saw a butterfly-wing folding knife piercing through the steel and embedded in Ke Lusi's arm.
Quinn Forrester.
When she retired from the Bureau of Divine Investigation, she was still a shy and withdrawn little girl, but now she is able to stand alone.
"Surrender, Corus Harkon, and you will receive justice."
"Bah, I despise your laws!"
Corus Haken raised his iron fist, but Quinn easily dodged the heavy iron arm. He is too old and this armor is too heavy.
Should I take action?
The world was spinning before his eyes, and blood was pouring out of his nose. Rowan looked at the thermite rifle on the ground, but the memories of his former colleagues were recalled in his heart.
At this moment, another pair of young arms picked up this heavy burden for him, and the figure was extremely familiar——
Edgar Waikolo.
Is he still alive? Rowan really couldn't think of anything that could withstand a thermite bomb. This was so unreasonable...
The old man looked at the bullet marks. On the ground that had been swallowed up by thermite bombs, there was a gelatinous, syrup-like liquid flowing, like melted glass lenses.
The boy pointed the thermite rifle at Colonel Haken, and the heavy, powerless metal armor became a cage instead. The small metal ball with a sticky shell attached to the dragoon armor and was instantly excited and ignited by the ignition bomb.
The splashing flames instantly swallowed up Corus Haken. The red-hot metal burned every inch of his flesh and blood, emitting a foul burnt smell. This was torture.
However, the colonel still gritted his teeth and did not utter a whimper or groan. At a certain moment, he suddenly looked at Rowan with pleading eyes.
Rowan knew what he had to do.
Pulling the trigger in his hand, a bullet entered his old friend's brainstem from his right cheek. The man regained his composure and fell to the ground. The steel body slowly dissolved, and the hot metal merged with the medal on the ground, like a coffin made of gold.
358 people, Luo Wen thought silently in his heart, and he had another blood debt in his hands.
The merits and demerits cannot be offset, just as the dead will not come back...
…
Evening, loft restaurant. Ed sat in the corner seat and stared at the dimly lit street through the window glass.
"So, it was Eaton's plan to have Rowan go undercover?"
Quinn's voice brought him back. I saw that she was cutting the beef steak on the table vigorously, and the table was shaking slightly, as if she had a grudge against the cow.
"Of course, if it weren't for him, we wouldn't have been able to save those hostages, and we wouldn't have been able to defeat Colonel Haken so easily."
Ed picked up half a small tomato with a fork and put it into his mouth. After chewing it for a while, he said:
"The most important thing is that Rowan knows where the lost arms are buried. If those arms continue to circulate in the city, our troubles will only get bigger and bigger."
Of course this is not the actual situation, but this is the only way to ensure that Dr. Rowan does not go to jail. As a price, he must serve the Bureau of God again.
"In this case, why do we still bother to track down and investigate their targets? Just let Rowan tell us."
"It's not that easy to connect with an undercover agent, you know." Ed smiled and put the question away.
"By the way Quinn, why don't you eat the side dishes? I don't think I've ever seen you eat vegetables."
"Because I just never eat vegetables." Quinn replied quite proudly. She stretched out a finger to explain her theory, "We put so much effort into raising livestock, just to let them eat vegetables instead of us. ?"
"I guess Dr. Rowan must have mentioned to you the importance of a balanced diet."
"So what? Could it be more harmful than a silver-plated bullet?"
She put the cut steak into her mouth and took another sip of the red wine that accompanied the meal, with a disapproving look on her face:
"What's in the satchel on your waist? I smell a strong metallic smell."
"Me?" Ed put down his knife and fork and moved slightly, "Nothing."
"Stop hiding, I've seen it all."
"You really want to know?"
"Of course, why else would I ask?"
"Otherwise, you eat the side dishes first, and I'll show you what's in the satchel."
Quinn rolled her eyes at him and said, "I'd rather take the bullet."
"Forget it." Ed spread his hands and picked up the knife and fork.
After a moment of hesitation, Quinn raised her fork and pierced a piece of cauliflower, then swallowed it like a patient taking medication.
"How about it, it's not that bad, right?"
"Ahem..." She coughed and gargled her mouth with red wine, "I'm going to kill you, Ed."
"Here."
Ed placed the Wasp drone in his satchel on the table. Although the confrontation with Colonel Haken consumed a fragment of the Mirror of Illusion, he did not gain nothing this time.
This is the equipment he picked up casually. Although two of the rotors were damaged, he could use the Dream Catcher and Secret Keeper programs to make replacement parts.
"A piece of junk from the Royal Society? Why did you pick this up? Do you plan to sell it for scrap metal?"
Quinn smiled. She had a girl's red lips and teeth as sharp as a wolf.
"Study high-tech, live and learn until you are old." Ed shrugged.
When checking out, while Quinn was leaving, the waiter grabbed Ed. Ed thought something was wrong:
"Is there a problem?"
"I'm exempting you from the tip on this order. Can you tell me how you managed to change two girls in half a month?"
"..."
The other party obviously misunderstood something. Ed put the banknotes into the waiter's hand, patted him on the shoulder and said.
"This... you'd better understand it slowly by yourself."
