[I hear the sound]
[suddenly hearing the sound]
[Echoes beneath]
[The lingering sound echoes below]
[Angels and skylines meet]
[Angels meet on the horizon]
"What do you see?"
It was like a bolt of thunder that suddenly appeared, bursting out with flames of fear and anger, venting the long-repressed emotions in her heart to the world mercilessly like a volcano erupting.
Valentine slowly turned his head in the direction of the sound, turning his neck frame by frame, and his pupils slowly narrowed due to the strong light. He held a German long sword tightly in his hand. Under the sudden light, the pale red light became more dazzling, as if it was covered with a thick layer of blood. Xing Yihuang let go of the collar he was holding on to and stared at the huge flame in front of Valentine, with several blood lines splitting from the corners of his eyes. Her body was twisted like a ball of rubber, her bones were misaligned and tangled together, and her whole body seemed to turn into a huge spring and hit Valentine. Her heartbeat was rumbling at this moment, but she still couldn't suppress the malice spurting out of the flame.
The looming black mist around Ye Yan's body finally materialized at this moment and began to disperse to the surroundings, but it was still too slow compared to the malice directed at life. Red chains appeared out of thin air, but they couldn't restrain the flames at all. Just like the bullet that Valentine fired at the gangster that day, this flame is wrapped in the shooter's anger and hope, and its ultimate goal will be to ruthlessly crush Valentine's left eye and head .
The hook of the hidden lock has been shot, and the target is the shooter who only has two steps in front of Valentine. She can only take this step. The bullet etched by the Origin Stone is already close at hand. Unless time stops, there is no way to save it.
But Valentine did not feel any sense of crisis. Just like so many times before, he has become accustomed to the feeling of death, to the stagnation of time at the moment before life passes away, and to the sudden tricks of fate. In this brief moment, his eyes did not see Xing Yihuang's heartbeat speeding up, twisting his body and crashing into him, nor did he see the red chain extending from Ye Yan's wrist, nor did he see the hook thrown by the hidden lock. There was not even a fireball that expanded as big as a watermelon in front of him, even though the bullet was so close that he could hit it in the blink of an eye. What he saw was the attacker standing in front of him, behind the flames, the guy who had a surprise for him.
Valentin mobilized his Origin Stone skills for the last time, saw through the person's clothes, and saw the truest face under her skin. In the crazily twitching facial muscles and nerve currents, he found the answer to the question just now.
"I saw……"
His heart was still beating.
"She's scared."
"She's smiling."
[And I'm straining to reach]
[Eager to touch]
[The light on the surface]
[The shining light on the earth's surface]
[Light on the other side]
[There is another light]
Red covered the ground, and pain followed his footsteps. The flame finally hit Valentin's face, wrapped in the Originium-etched warhead and rushed into his eye sockets. The thin retina was burned to ashes by the Source Stone flame in an instant, with no residue left, but it still gave the bullet a resistance, causing the Origin Stone warhead to shatter into pieces in the eyeball, and exploded into pieces. Countless fragments continued to move forward, tearing apart all blocking tissues and bones.
Valentine's body lost its center of gravity and his whole body leaned back. Like a deflated rubber ball, his whole body softened, and the hand holding the sword hilt loosened. The blood-red sword fell to the ground, making a dull sound and splashing a trace of dust. Although the sword was blood red, it had not drank anyone's blood. In this empty stronghold, the four Valentines did not kill any Integration Movement soldiers, but they received the most ruthless response from the other party.
When death came to Valentine for an unknown number of times, while he was lying on the ground, he thought of the angel who had always been by his side, and of the sword that slashed across his neck two years ago. The turning point of fate is always sudden, like the fatal wound caused by the Avengers that cannot be healed, like Raphael who suddenly kicked open the door in his heart, like the blunderbuss that just suddenly appeared in the hands of an Integration Movement soldier.
But Valentine no longer wants to curse this damn fate, or complain about his short life. Before death was imminent, he only wanted to see that angel again and feel the warmth in her body and heart again.
Bright red blood gurgled out of Valentine's eyes, his heart trembled faster and faster, and his body temperature flowed to the earth along with the blood. But in his right eye, which could still see light, a figure made of light gradually took shape.
The light was bent and formed into her long golden hair. The originally gray sky became spotless and extremely blue at this moment, reminding him of the sapphires he had seen online. A bird flapped its wings and flew by, dropping a piece of feathers that swayed in the air, drawing an arc and tinged with a faint hazy light. All the surrounding buildings and people disappeared, leaving only a piece of green grassland. Valentine lay on it with his eyes open, looking at the face that slowly appeared in his field of vision.
A few strands of blond hair brushed his face, bringing a touch of warmth, like its owner.
Valentine's wish came true and he saw the angel before he died. Although he knew that this was just a hallucination caused by cerebral ischemia, this hallucination was extremely real at this moment. He could even feel the softness of the thighs pillowed under his head, and felt her hands gently caressing his hair. the touch of time.
It was really beautiful, so beautiful that he never wanted to leave or wake up.
But the sickle of death was raised again, and Valentine could only wait for the harvest of fate.
At least this time, he died with a smile on his face.
or……
[I feel the pages turning]
[Perception that everything is changing too quickly]
[I see the candle burning down]
[Candlelight burns out]
[Before my eyes]
[Right before my eyes]
[Before my wild eyes]
[In front of my frightened eyes]
As quiet as death.
After a loud gunshot, the entire Integration Movement stronghold fell into silence. Whether it was the integrated soldiers who had been tied up, the soldiers who were holding weapons to resist the attack of the Long-10 team, or the three Xing Yihuangs who had just been like a fish in water among the crowd, they all fell silent at this moment.
As enemies of each other, they suddenly developed a very coincidental tacit understanding. They all put down their weapons and moved their gazes to the location where the loud noise had just been made. They looked at the Vai mortals who fell on the ground and who were still tied up in chains. The integrated soldier who turned around his wheelgun stood silently.
"That's... Anfiya?"
An Integrated Movement soldier who was tied up and sitting next to the wall bumped into his companion who was equally miserable next to him, waking up the guy who was still shocked by the gunshots. His voice sounded hoarse and he seemed very old.
"Ah... it seems so." The soldier who was hit shook his body and responded.
"Why does she have a gun?"
"I don't know." The older Integration Movement soldier relaxed his body and lay on the ground like a puddle of mud. His cloudy eyes under the mask looked at Xing Yi, who was kneeling next to the fallen Vaifan like a sculpture. Huang, a few strands of turquoise hair leaked out of his hood.
"Do you believe in God?"
He suddenly asked his partner without thinking.
"Do not believe."
The companion shook his head. In the world of Terra, apart from Kalan and Lateran, the only ones who believe in gods are the madmen in Agor. Very few people in other countries or independent city-states have religious beliefs.
The man stopped talking, but closed his eyes and muttered something silently. After a brief silence, this small integration movement stronghold became alive again. However, the soldiers of the Integration Movement who originally had some fighting spirit threw away their weapons and ran out like crazy. No one chose to continue to resist. Ye Yan and An Suo also waved their weapons and pulled those people back one by one, tied them all up, and the two of them worked together to throw the prisoners to a relatively remote corner.
Xing Yihuang, who was kneeling on the ground, still made no move. She lowered her head, and her black hair hung down like a waterfall. The prisoners who fell on the ground could not see her face clearly, but they could clearly feel that something else was spreading in this stronghold.
It felt like...the God of Death who had just harvested Valentine did not leave, but turned around and looked at everyone present.
"What is this??"
The Integration Movement soldier beside the man kept dragging his legs, with a look of fear on his face. But unfortunately, his hands were tied and there was a wall behind him. He couldn't take a step back and could only face the threat of death that was slowly approaching.
The bloody sickle was held up in the air by the God of Death, and he slowly swung it towards everyone, unhurriedly. The soldiers of the Integration Movement used all their strength to run, but they could never escape the range of the scythe.
"God is merciful, and He will always accept the lost lamb, no matter how late."
The man's tone became a bit arrogant, turning a blind eye to the death in front of him, and he still had the time to chat with his companions beside him.
"Then what should I... do?"
The soldier had given up treatment. The rope tied to his body was so tight that it was impossible to break free. Only death was waiting for him. If he could be forgiven if he prayed to God before dying, he would still be willing to seize the opportunity that might allow his soul to go to heaven.
There is no escaping death, so you can only choose the better of the bad endings.
"Come, read with me."
The man smiled, and with the first believer he developed, he read out the all-too-familiar prayer.
——————Hahahaha, guess who this man is? ————————
Half an hour ago, Longmen slum.
Compared with the slums that were extremely quiet in the first two days, today's slums are rarely lively, just like when the integration movement first entered the dragon gate. Large numbers of soldiers of the integration movement marched forward in formation, leaving their strongholds and heading to the connection between the slums and the lower city to meet their compatriots who had retreated. The integration movement has lost this battle, but it has not lost ugly yet, and there is still a chance to escape - this is of course the wishful thinking of the soldiers of the integration movement.
But before Hei Li and the Longmen Guards Bureau entered the slums, at least things could be undone and their losses could be minimized. However, this does not mean that there are no losses. There will always be some small teams that deviate from the main force and are hindered, such as an Integrated Movement soldier who is currently fleeing madly in the alley, and the four men who look like menace behind her.
"You run! Run your horse to the Oriental Pearl Tower! Run!"
A Waifan man had a ferocious expression and followed closely behind the integrated soldiers. His arms were splayed out and he was holding a German long sword in his hand, shouting extremely authentic Yanguo swear words. Above him, a rabbit wearing a black trench coat waved the hook lock in his hand and threw it at the running soldier, but he was dodged by the other party. A jet-black cat squatted on the Carters man's shoulder and meowed, seeming to laugh at her accuracy.
"Hey, come down and run by yourself!"
Hidden Lock retracted her hook and threw it onto a thick branch and swung over, once again closing the distance between her and the integration soldier. Ye Yan, who had transformed into a cat shape, grabbed An Suo's back tightly with her two front paws and did not fall off. The witch hat on her head did not move at all as if it was stuck with glue.
"Has he always been like this?"
Ye Yan ignored Ansuo's complaints and looked at Xing Yihuang who was parkouring on a building not far away.
"..."
Xing Yihuang did not answer Ye Yan's question. He used his strength to fly over a bungalow that had been reduced to ruins, and successfully surpassed the integration soldiers who were frantically khakiing away from Tai on the ground.
"That's what it looks like."
Although Xing Yihuang didn't speak, Ye Yan could see the answer from the awkward look in his eyes.
"Hey!"
Looking at Xing Yihuang who had jumped off the roof, Valentine threw the long sword in the direction of the soldier, successfully attracting the other's attention. And just when he turned to look at the long sword arcing in the sky, Xing Yihuang landed on the ground silently and gracefully like a cat, extending his fist towards the guy in front of him.
"Well!"
The unlucky integration movement soldier's face hit Xing Yihuang's fist and he fell down on the spot. But she did not give up hope of living. Instead, she shook her head vigorously and supported her upper body with both hands, preparing to run away again. As a result, the long sword was inserted right in front of her.
It was Xing Yihuang who inserted it, and Valentine's accuracy wasn't that good.
"Keep running...run..."
Valentine stopped and stood in front of the soldier, breathing heavily. Although he looked tired, the arrogant expression on his face did not diminish at all.
"Uh... is it too late for me to apologize now?"
The soldier raised his hand, his voice muffled because of the mask he wore. This is a technician who integrates sports, a common ghost in the game. It's just that this ghost is not as helpless as in the game. Her combat effectiveness is still quite strong, because in reality, the ghost has an extremely important task besides being responsible for penetrating the enemy's defense line...
Control a drone.
Yes, most of the Frostbite, Dragon, and Explosive Feather drones in the game are controlled by Ghosts. They are not smart enough to choose their own enemy firing and travel routes, so these technicians spend most of their time They are all flying drones, and there are very few missions that really require them to penetrate enemy defenses to obtain intelligence.
In addition to the drones flying in the sky in the game, these ghosts are also responsible for controlling some drones running around on the ground, just like the cars in Rainbow Six Siege. This is how they obtain enemy intelligence. important ways. A few minutes ago, this ghost unfortunately ran into Valentine and others on the way forward, and a chase started.
At the beginning of the chase, this ghost was not driven away as badly as he is now. As a member of the Integration Movement who was recruited from Longmen, she is extremely familiar with the streets and alleys of this slum. She can run with her eyes closed. The four Valentines were slipped around, and she even had time. Play with drones.
As for why Valentine is so angry...
Because this ghost is releasing a car that can discharge electricity, and she only charges Valentine.
After all, Xing Yihuang cannot electrocute drones at high altitudes. As a Carter, Ansuo is extremely sensitive, and her hook is also very threatening to cars, so the ghost can only use electric cars to bully and bully Warren, who only has standard battlefield maneuverability. Ding.
The poor little dragons were electrocuted and screamed.
Then she understood a truth: playing with mobile phones is harmful to people.
While she was controlling the car with her mobile phone and happily electrifying Valentine, Xing Yihuang fell from the sky with a cold face, broke the glass and landed in front of the ghost. She was so frightened that she lost her mobile phone and had no time to pick it up. He ran away, twisting and turning on the road but unable to get away from the angry female dragon. It was not until he was surrounded that he had the chance to stop and rest.
"Ha, when you shocked me just now, why didn't you expect that you would end up like this?"
Valentine laughed evilly, pulled out the long sword from the ground, stretched out his index finger and flicked the sword body, making a crisp sound. The ghost's body trembled, and the expression on the mask turned into one of fear.
"Everyone is infected...the infected will not bully the infected!"
"Then what do you mean by calling me just now? Are you going to tell me about the peaceful and friendly family of infected people?!"
Valentine raised his hand and slapped the ghost on the head.
"Ah! I was wrong! Let me go!"
The ghost crouched in defense with his head in his hands.
"Tell us everything you know! Otherwise the one who hits you next time will be a sword instead of a slap!"
Valentin thrust his sword in front of her and threatened her loudly, successfully getting some information about the integration movement from a crying ghost girl. After reporting some useful information to Kelsey, they marked the ghost and threw it into a room, and sent a message to the Longmen Guard Bureau. Immediately afterwards, Valentine and his party came to this integrated movement stronghold with empty defenses, encountered a soldier holding a revolver gun, and lost their lives again.
Originally this was just a simple mission, really simple.
But you never know where fate will dig a pit for you, how deep it is, whether there are thorns in the pit, and whether there are oligos on the thorns.
————————I hope everyone is okay————————
The entire stronghold has been cleared, and everyone has been captured by Ye Yan and Ansuo, except for a few fast runners. They locked those who were tied up in a locked room, which not only prevented these people from escaping, but also prevented Xing Yihuang from going crazy and accidentally injuring him. Except for the murderer who killed Valentine - she still stayed beside Xing Yihuang, but she was no longer standing, but was kneeling on the ground, her body was shaking, and the revolver in her hand fell off. On the ground, it fell at Valentine's feet.
There is something called momentum in this world, and the soldier felt endless despair from the invisible pressure emanating from Xing Yihuang.
She was dead, unless a miracle happened.
In fact, the soldier only shot to survive at first, because Valentine raised the sword in his hand towards her. But if her nerves were not so tense, her eyes could see that the long sword was not sharpened.
Valentine had no intention of killing her.
But she killed Valentine instead.
Ye Yan and Ansuo did not approach Xing Yihuang, but stood far away, holding the weapons in their hands. Ye Yan took out the potion he prepared, and Ansuo tightened his grip on the hook lock in his hand. In just two months of getting along, they could understand the importance of Valentine to Xing Yihuang, and how terrifying Xing Yihuang's fighting power was.
But she couldn't leave like this, so she could only watch from a distance and prepare for the worst.
I don't know how much time passed, but Xing Yihuang finally started to move. She stood up slowly, turned to look at the Integrated Movement soldier kneeling in front of her, and clenched her fists. An Suo and Ye Yan sighed and closed their eyes.
The soldier kneeling on the ground looked at the dried tears on Xing Yihuang's face, and his eyes had lost their luster. She closed her eyes and waited for death to come.
But history tells everyone that in desperate situations, there is always hope.
One hand grasped Xing Yihuang's wrist and stopped her movements.
"Hey, don't worry."
Similarly, history also tells us that blessings never come together and misfortunes never come alone.
