"Take off your clothes."
Valentine was sitting on a chair playing with the revolver, his voice was ordinary. Just like he said something like "pass me the cup" or "turn off the light", he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with these words in this environment.
But soon, he noticed the sudden embarrassment in the air. Valentine raised his head and looked directly into the face of the soldier in front of him. Under the white mask, there was a hint of surprise in her eyes, but she quickly returned to her initial calmness, like a pool of stagnant water, as if she had already thought that she would end up like this.
"I mean," Valentine put down his gun and pointed at the mask on the soldier's face. "Take off your mask, gown and stabbing suit."
It is indeed easy to be misunderstood if you say something like that in this environment...
"Listening to you telling stories like this, your voice feels quite muffled, and don't you feel hot?"
Valentine pointed to the closed window behind him.
"Actually, you can open the window."
This was Anfiya's true thought in her heart, but she did not say it out loud, but raised her hands. At her wrist, a snake-like rope was tightly entwined, restricting her freedom in this small space just like the rope at her ankle.
The meaning is very simple, I can't take it off.
How about you come?
…
"It's like a slipknot on a rope. It looks tight and then comes loose as soon as you apply force. It has no effect at all."
Valentine picked up the gun again, threw out the bullet nest, and kept rubbing the bullet nest with his left hand, making it spin and make a clicking sound. As for the rope, he specifically asked Xing Yihuang to tie Anfiya like this just to test this guy. Although Anfiya shot him in the eye, Valentin didn't want to kill her because of this, not only because the other person started thinking with his second brain because he was beautiful, but also because he felt that this girl There is definitely a secret in him.
Before the bullet hit his eye, Valentin felt that this girl was not an ordinary person when he looked through Anfiya's face, not to mention that she had a gun in her hand. An Ursus holds a gun and can use it. How many possibilities can you think of?
Rich merchants or nobles, there is no other possibility.
Of course, military personnel are also possible. But judging from the girl's physique, Valentine believed she was a military enthusiast whose family was well-connected enough to buy firearms.
Although Valentin has been in a fishing state during those two years, he still understands some things in the business and political circles. The wealthy businessmen in Chernobog are generally related to those nobles, and they are orthodox nobles rather than service nobles. Most of them are loyal lackeys of the Ursus ruling class. There are also some rich people among the first group of people to evacuate. At this time, the sudden appearance of a guy who may be the son of a rich man in the integration movement is very suspicious.
Not to mention if they are nobles, there is definitely something going on inside. The story behind Anfiya may not only be a story about noble children surviving in the apocalypse, but may even involve a war between Ursus' service nobles and orthodox nobles.
Valentin believes that the surrender of Chernobog to the Integration Movement is absolutely inseparable from the Ursus Empire. The fact that Ursus officials have not even given a shit about this uprising is perfect proof. So, in a country where the ruling class is divided into two factions, will they unite on this matter?
not necessarily.
Unless this thing can bring enough rewards to the entire country.
However, judging from the information he has now received from Anfiya, this riot may really be acquiesced by the two forces in Ursus, as evidenced by the withdrawal of the orthodox noble and the service noble.
As for less important nobles like Anfiya's parents... they are probably sacrifices made by the orthodox nobles. Although the big goal has been set, class enemies are class enemies after all. Under the condition of ensuring unity with the outside world, it is still possible to engage in internal fighting that does not damage the foundation.
As a result, some orthodox nobles with low status stayed behind and became victims of the riots of the integration movement. Anfiya was the victim of this sacrifice.
So, what can happen that can make the Ursus ruling class put aside their internal fighting and make peace?
Something that can benefit an entire country...
Apart from war, Valentine could not think of any other possibility.
But speaking of war…
Do you believe that an established military power like Ursus would do such a stupid thing as secretly supporting an infected organization like the Integration Movement to attack other countries?
And he sacrificed a city in his own country first?
No one believed it, not even Valentine.
To sum up, Ursus wants to use the integration movement to achieve the purpose of "foreign war" and gain a lot of wealth through this war. And judging from the actions of the integration movement, Ursus's target is likely to be Yan State.
However, before the fact that Ursus and the Yan Kingdom went to war was achieved, there was still an important condition that had not been fulfilled.
A pretext for war.
But this excuse for war...
Valentine really couldn't think of anything in the Integration Movement that Ursus could use as an excuse for their war against the Yan Kingdom.
"We discovered that there are terrorists raging in your home, so we sent the army to help you eliminate the terrorists."
This kind of lie-blind excuse for war is probably only used by Colombia in the world of Terra.
Snapped.
Valentine flicked his right hand violently, and the bullet chamber of the revolver returned to its original position instantly, and the metal parts got stuck together and made a crisp sound. He put down his gun and stopped thinking about all the twists and turns.
No matter what Ursus wants to gain through the integration movement, the organization of the integration movement has inevitably entered a decline, and it will be difficult to rise again. The dawn of victory has already appeared on the horizon, and all we have to do is wait for the sun to rise.
As for Ursus' conspiracy, Valentine couldn't think of it and didn't want to think about it anymore. He is just an employee of Rhode Island, living at the bottom of the system in this world. What should he care about at the national level?
Although he has a mission to save the world, he must be able to save it. Before he truly becomes stronger, he might as well complete the tasks assigned to him by Rhode Island.
He placed the gun on the table, next to the bullets, as well as the robe and mask that Anfiya had taken off. It seems that when Valentine was thinking about life, the noble lady did not try to escape or anything, but obediently completed the task assigned to her, which made Valentine very satisfied.
Valentine raised his head, looked directly at the other person's face, and carefully studied the noble lady of Ursus. While in Chernobog, all the affairs of the gang and the company were handed over to Leonid. He was mainly responsible for preparing for tough work when the negotiations broke down. He basically never saw those nobles and senior officials. I don't know any of the noble children either. When he was on Earth before, nobles only existed in books and on TV. Now that he had the opportunity to observe these prodigals up close, he naturally would not let it go.
Just as Valentin imagined, apart from her tall and straight figure and outstanding face, Anfiya's temperament as a girl was different from those of the girls he had seen before, with a sense of warmth in her bones. Infused with nobility and elegance. Whether it was Xing Yihuang or Raphael, Valentin would never think that the other party was a pampered girl, but Anfiya gave him the first impression that she was born with a golden key in her mouth. Her exposed skin, body curves, soft long hair, beautiful eyes, nose, lips... all tell Valentine a message:
This girl is precious.
She should live in a big house filled with all kinds of expensive decorations, with dozens of professional maids to take care of her life. She should receive an excellent education from the time she can speak, and every word and every movement will be trained. Gradually she grew into a well-rounded lady who loved drama or flower arranging. Without this riot, Anfiya might have lived quietly like this, living in her small aristocratic circle. One day in the future, she would meet an aristocratic young master who was as well-educated as her and have a romantic conversation. love, hold a grand wedding, take care of husband and raise children, until old age and death.
But now, in those eyes that should have been as beautiful as Raphael, Valentine saw not only the elegance and humility of the nobles, but also a hint of exhaustion and madness.
It was as abrupt as a clean and precious sapphire suddenly stained with blood.
"You are beautiful."
Valentin looked into Anfiya's eyes and gave his own evaluation.
No other praise is needed, these three words are enough.
…
Asked Valentin to praise his girlfriend, he couldn't think of a few words, and now he was asked to praise a strange girl, what could he say?
That's enough.
"Thanks."
Anfiya simply twitched her lips, which looked like a wry smile in Valentin's eyes.
"Compared to Dr. Raphael, I pale in comparison."
Um?
Several small question marks popped up in Valentine's head.
"Do you know Raphael?"
"Of course I know you." The smile on Anfiya's face finally stopped being a bitter smile, and there was a bit of longing in her eyes.
"Her beauty I will never forget."
Oh, Raphael is the dream lover of a group of young men in Chernobog. Valentin understands this. He was the one responsible for printing and selling the original posters with the paper version of Raphael, and he sold a lot of them. Anyway, Raphael is his own, and he has no control over what those people think. However, this sister and her fan girl really surprised him.
Is this girl also a lesbian?
"Then do you know me?"
Valentin put his hands on the table, tilted his upper body forward, and closed the distance between himself and Anfiya, with some expectation in his eyes. As a man, who doesn’t want to be remembered by a girl, let alone a beautiful girl? This also illustrates...
"do not know."
own charm.
Gan.
Valentine wanted to throw his head on the table, but now he was the interrogator and the strong party. Doing so would completely eliminate his already scarce majesty. Therefore, Valentin resisted the urge to vomit blood and continued chatting with Anfiya.
"My name is Valentine. You must have heard of this name, right?"
That gang war was definitely a major event that was rarely seen in ten years in Checheng. It was also at this time that Valentin's name became known to the general public and became as well-known and infamous as Leonid.
"Remember this."
Anfiya nodded.
"So you are the public enemy of Qicheng."
There was a hint of chill in her voice.
Walter↑↓fa→……
"Why am I a public enemy? I haven't done anything harmful to the world. I also helped Qicheng deal with four gangs. Although the gray area under the management of the growler cannot be very peaceful, it is still much better than before. Oh, why do I still make you hate me so much?"
Looking back on what he did in those two years, to put it modestly, Valentine is definitely not a bad person, but the hat he wears is a little crooked. If he listed the things he did in Qicheng one by one, he could be called a good person. The gang reform movement brought a large group of lost youths back on track. The newly built factories provided a large number of jobs for Chicheng. Although the crime rate increased during the gang war, after the war, the Growler family was the dominant one. , Chernobog’s crime rate plummeted.
To sum up, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a good public servant of the people, at least he has done more practical things than those in the Qicheng government.
"In the first few months before the Integration Movement invaded, Checheng was full of rumors about you and Raphael. It is not surprising that you became the public enemy of the Checheng people."
"I mean, emotionally."
Looking at Valentin who was a little superior, Anfiya quickly explained. She no longer looks at this Rhode Island operator as she did at first, and feels much more relaxed, all because of Valentine's identity and the rumors of his name in Qicheng.
Although Valentin is still closely associated with the gang in the rumors, many of them are described in positive terms, just like the character Vito Don Corleone in the movie The Godfather. Those negative news cannot affect people's understanding of the gang. His positive comments.
Moreover, the things Valentin did were seen by people.
"..."
Valentin stared at this Raphael's fan girl, speechless for a long time.
Anfiya smiled awkwardly and politely.
"Okay let's skip the nostalgia part and move on to the next question."
Valentine tapped the table, picked up the revolver again, and played with the bullet nest of the revolver.
"You said you were preparing to escape Qicheng with this gun, so how did you join the integration movement?"
This is what Valentin doesn't understand the most. It stands to reason that there are only two fates for this noble girl. Either she runs out of Qicheng with a gun and goes to Longmen or there without any danger, and she will not stay in Chernobog; or she runs away. In the process, he was discovered by the Integration Movement and died tragically on the street.
After all, Anfiya has the title of a noble child, and what the integration movement hates most are those nobles who are above them. Now that a lonely aristocratic girl has entered the city they captured shivering, the first reaction of the integration movement must be to think about how much protein this girl can bring to herself after removing her head, or whether it tastes like chicken. .
But Anfiya took an unimagined path, holding a gun and joining the Integration Movement as a noble. She was also a member of the Integration Movement's attack on Longmen. She seemed to be completely adapted to the life of this terrorist organization. Valentine I can't imagine how she did it.
"It's a long story."
"Then pick out the important ones."
Anfiya glanced at the revolver in Valentin's hand, relaxed her body and leaned on the back of the chair.
"That was...I can't remember exactly what day it was."
"I only know that when I picked up the gun and was about to leave, I saw a scene that I will never forget."
————————Integrated Movement Changes? ————————
If you ask me who the Integration Movement is, I will tell you without hesitation that they are a bunch of thugs. And it’s precisely because they were a gang of thugs that I remember this scene so well.
Because I see the hope of reason among this group of crazy thugs.
The first natural disaster had ended when I escaped from school, but the sky was still fiery red with thick dark clouds floating around. It seemed that above the dark clouds there was a sky made of fire. I was lucky that I didn't encounter the integration movement after escaping from school, and I returned home without any danger.
Everything valuable in the house was gone and in tatters. The doors and windows were destroyed, and any normal person could have entered my home and looted it if they had found anything. Looking at the messy home, I wasn’t too surprised, nor was I broken down, because this was the most normal result I could imagine. The education I have received for a long time has made a contribution at this time. It allows me to suppress the emotions in my heart and allows me to think rationally about the current situation and make correct judgments.
I remembered that I had a weapon hidden in the vault at home, a blunderbuss.
As a child of a nobleman, combat training is actually on my curriculum. But that's just for show, or to strengthen my body and keep myself in good shape. What I learned cannot really be used in fighting, so this gun is my hope for survival. Fortunately, I opened the vault and my father did not take away the gun. It was still lying in the box with the red gold and diamonds. I was confused as to why my father didn't take these valuables with him when he left, but the sounds coming from outside didn't allow me to think any more. The noise of the integration movement comes from far and near, which represents the arrival of danger. I loaded all the bullets into the cylinder, clumsily pulled the safety, and left my house as quietly and quickly as possible.
I knew very well that I was not a qualified infiltrator, and I left my own footprints on the ground when I escaped. But I left the vault open, hoping the valuables inside would make these thugs ignore the message I accidentally left behind.
Facts have proved that money is omnipotent, they can buy life, at least my life was saved by those pure gold. In this city that has lost its order, money is just a pile of waste paper, but the thugs were still blinded by the yellow light reflected by the red gold, allowing them to ignore the abrupt footprints on the ground, and I was able to leave safely. But just as I was walking towards the city gate in my memory, a strange scene suddenly caught my eye, making me stop and stand there staring blankly.
Oh of course, I was standing behind a bunker, otherwise I would probably be like those people. As for the scene I saw...
It was a place of execution.
An execution ground where the Integration Movement executes the Integration Movement.
