Hiss - buzz.
Like a helicopter flying low in the canyon to avoid radar, the current with the unique burnt smell of Originium emerged from the generator and rushed towards the electrical appliances waiting to be worked. But unlike those ordinary appliances, incandescent lights are a little too crowded for the world's fastest elves. The thin, long and twisted filament like a roller coaster greatly slowed down the speed of the current, and it was also filled with various obstacles, so these silent and violent elves could not help but squeeze through, at the cost of being released. It uses a negligible amount of energy to make this black filament shine and heat.
The light emitted by the current passing through the tungsten filament is as full of energy as the temperature felt by the bulb glass, enough to light up the entire room. But when these rays of light that will never look back break out of the first obstacle of the dirty glass shell, they are no longer as bright as when they first appeared, and the heavy and twisted air outside once again robs them of their brightness. brightness.
It was as if winter was coming again, the temperature dropped sharply, and the air in the room was solidified and turned into a gel-like substance. The atmosphere as heavy as the dim light was the invisible pressure in this small environment. Enhanced again. Anfiya's face was still as beautiful as it had been all day and night before, but her eyes were more determined and crazy than usual. The TOZ-36 revolver she brought out was placed on the table in front of her. It was so close that the former noble lady could pick it up, aim it at Valentine's head and fire it in two seconds - if If there are still bullets in the cylinder.
The bullet chamber was empty because Valentine had taken out the bullet and placed it next to the gun. The unique countersunk bullets make these bullets not look so dangerous, but both Valentine and she understand how powerful these slender "copper pillars" are.
A spider crawls onto the surface of the incandescent lamp, blocking out some of the light and casting a distorted shadow on the table. Anfiya stared at the gun in front of her, and beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. What Valentine had just said was still echoing in her mind, and she needed to think about it before giving her answer.
no time limit.
On the other side of the table, Valentin crossed his legs and hummed an unknown tune, waiting for Anfiya's response very leisurely. His somewhat off-key humming echoed throughout the room, like The oil in the pot was the same as the water, and it didn't match the depressing and solemn atmosphere at all. If the environment in this room and Anfiya are only suitable for the kind of painting style with dark tones that can make people tell something wrong at a glance, then Valentine, who is shaking his chair now, is as full of surprising emotions as SpongeBob SquarePants. Color, and no sense of contradiction.
Except for the thing he was holding now.
The handle is covered with black polymer plastic, the overall silver-white gun body, the surprising size and muzzle, and the three grooves specially cut above the muzzle to balance the recoil...
This is a girl with the hottest temper among revolvers that are widely used on the planet. Her maiden family is the Smith & Wesson gun factory of the Eagle family, a wealthy family among revolvers. This outstanding-looking pistol also comes with two .500S&W Magnum pistol bullets, which are the "toys" that Valentine rented from Jiao Zhengyu.
The game Valentin is about to play isn't that fun, but it's definitely exciting. Whether this game can continue depends on Anfiya's answer.
There was still only silence in the room, and this huge gun did not bring much impact to Anfiya. To her, no matter what the gun looks like, it has only one purpose - to kill. The result is the same, nothing else matters.
Of course, when this handgun first appeared, she still took a few glances out of curiosity. After all, she couldn't figure out how Valentine could put such a big thing on his body without being noticed and take it out very smoothly... …
When she was still a noble, Anfiya heard some discussions about quirks among noble children, but because some of the words were too offensive, she couldn't stand it after just listening to a little bit, and started chatting with others about other things. topic of. But now that I think about it, what those words said seems to be a way for a person to hide such a big thing in the body without being discovered...
Valentin didn't know what Anfiya was thinking now. He was just playing with the M500 wheel in his hand to pass the time. Compared with Anfiya's TOZ-36, this hand gun from Earth is not that luxurious in appearance, but the materials used are not bad at all. Valentine's hand brushed the spring nest of the wheel, and his movements were as gentle as touching a girl's face. The twisted and regular lines on the fingertips and the subtle unevenness on the metal surface of the pistol were intertwined with each other. The subtle friction caused by it increased the dopamine secretion in his brain by a few points, making him feel more satisfied. Like the heavy weight of this pistol, it is also made of very sufficient materials. Every time the cylinder is ejected and every time it returns, the sound it makes is as clear and sweet as the song of a nightingale; the sound of metal parts rubbing when the hammer is pressed. The sound of the wheel turning was as fascinating as Raphael's words, making him imagine the wonderful scene when the firing pin hits the primer bullet and the flame bursts out together.
Believe me, for every firearms enthusiast, pulling the trigger and feeling the powerful recoil, listening to the thunderous gunshots in your ears, and watching the huge flames from the muzzle is definitely an experience that makes people have an intracranial orgasm. First of all, Great experience when shooting.
Moreover, not to mention that this is a revolver. The .500S&W Magnum bullet not only brings a large and round caliber and explosive recoil, but the flame of this pistol is even more unique-because of the rotating The peculiar structure of the wheelgun means that after the bullet is fired, the flame and remaining gunpowder will spurt out from the gap between the bullet chamber and the gun body to both sides of the gun in an instant, forming a flame like a pair of burning wings. Because of this, Valentin had the idea of giving this revolver to Raphael as a future birthday gift, but later, considering Raphael's working environment and the practicality of the gun, he replaced it with a Cantharid. Snake pistol.
The pistol is the last line of defense for a fully armed soldier. When using a pistol, it means that the danger is close at hand. A large and handsome pistol will not make you look less embarrassed, but will affect your speed of drawing the gun, causing you to lose the chance to avoid the death scythe. Therefore, in addition to appearing on the shooting range and hunting, the only place where this M500 should display its beauty is in the display cabinet of a weapons collector.
Silence is tonight's Cambridge, but Anfiya doesn't want to just walk past it. As if she had made a lot of determination, Anfiya picked up the blunderbuss in front of her, threw out the bullet nest, and put the bullets next to the blunderbuss into it. There are three bullets in total, which is exactly half the number of bullet holes. Valentine moved his eyes away from the M500 in his hand and stared at the fingers of the noble lady opposite.
When she was loading, her fingers were still trembling slightly, but her movements were clean and neat without any sloppiness. This not only affirmed her training on the gun during this period, but also showed her own determination.
"Think again, I'm not in a hurry."
Valentine put down his crossed legs and placed the gun on the table, next to the two huge-caliber bullets. Xing Yihuang and the others went out very early to recover the members of the integration movement they had just killed along the way, preparing to gather the prisoners in this small stronghold and wait for the Guards Bureau to come and receive them. Not long ago, Valentin got the news from his earphones that the integration movement had failed and he was fleeing to the slums. The small stronghold where they are located is far away from the escape route of the integration movement, so Valentine does not have to worry about other integration movements coming here.
And just three minutes ago, when Valentin was bragging to Anfea about how great Rhode Island was, a message from the snow monster suddenly came from the radio station in this stronghold, causing all the integration movements to move towards them. The location was evacuated, just on the other side of the slums, so Valentine didn't have to worry about running into these guys, and he had time to scare this little girl.
"Although you may be just an ordinary worker in Rhode Island, your life is better than in the integration movement. You can also earn money to buy ore disease inhibitors. Why not?"
He remembered what the guide said to him when he first entered Rhode Island.
...It seems that being an ordinary worker in Rhode Island is not much better.
But at least it wasn't like now when I was chased and beaten and my life was in danger. I had to eat canned food.
Thinking of the canned Integrated Sports Valentine he ate after becoming Teresa made his teeth hurt. Fortunately, Teresa has good teeth, otherwise she really wouldn’t be able to eat it.
Beef can be turned into stone, no wonder Ethan rebelled.
"I want... to stay here."
Click.
Anfiya clicked hard with her left thumb to return the TOZ-36's bomb nest to its original position. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was rock solid.
It only took a moment to fall from heaven to the abyss, but Anfiya survived. She has always been a strong girl. She originally thought that her life would be worse than death during the integration movement, but the reality has changed this former aristocratic girl's concept of the lower class people and the infected.
If Anfiya's former home was only stabilized by blood ties and weak family ties, then this "home" of the integration movement now completes her imagination of the word. We are all brothers and sisters, and resources are shared together. In her free time, there are various people performing shows to liven up the atmosphere, which allows her to see the family ties that transcend blood ties, feel the sincerity between people, and feel the rare warmth. .
Here, everyone is real, unlike the nobles who wear thick masks.
…
Yes, of course Anfiya understands what the Integration Movement has done, and also understands the anger these people have towards nobles and ordinary people. If she had not been infected, her end might have been much worse than it is now...
But, these guys are getting better, and so is this organization. Those thugs who committed crimes during the war have received their due punishment under the methods of patriots or in the operations of Rhode Island and Longmen. Those who joined this team because of impulse have begun to repent. During the many days and nights of the integration movement, Anfiya clearly noticed the changes in the people around her. From the excitement at the beginning to the silence now, she saw the regret of too many people.
People are always like this, regret only happens after impulse, but what is the use of regret now?
No.
But they are still alive and have a chance to change.
"To be honest, I really admire myself for obeying Rhode Island's orders and not killing all of you neatly."
Anfiya's silence was her attitude, and Valentin knew that this girl would not change her mind.
"The Qicheng incident will always be a hurdle in my heart. Even if your integration movement begins to improve slowly, in my eyes you are still a group of murderers."
His voice was slow and heavy, so heavy that Anfiya thought the gun was on her forehead.
"Maybe you would say that the people who caused that massacre are all dead, but whether they died in natural disasters or were executed by patriots, it was still your 'integration movement' that caused that tragedy."
Finished dead?
Valentin didn't believe what Anfiya said. Maybe the Patriots really executed a lot of thugs, but that day, among the integration movements surrounding Mephistopheles, there must have been guys who had died long ago.
"We just want to live well."
Anfiya raised her head and met Valentin's eyes.
Valentine's smile appeared in her eyes.
"Huh, are you starting to defend the integration movement now? If you didn't tell me, I would never have thought that you were a noble before and a member of the oppressor of the infected."
There was a sarcastic curve on Valentine's lips.
"Although now you are no longer a noble, you have become an infected person."
"I do not deny the crimes committed by the integration movement in Qicheng, nor will I ignore Ursus' oppression of the infected, nor will I watch the current integration movement die on the road to change."
Anfiya looked directly at Valentine's taunt.
Yes, change...change.
This is the most fucked up thing in the world. Just as Valentin once thought, the culprit of the Chicheng incident was not Tallulah, but someone else who controlled Tallulah's body. Tallulah was actually taken away, and she was also a victim. . Now that Tallulah is back to her old self, what do you think of her?
It feels really uncomfortable to see your enemy standing in front of you but killing her without any valid reason.
Valentin believes that if one day in the future the integration movement gets on the right track and becomes an organization that truly benefits infected people around the world without being anti-social, he doesn’t know what attitude he should take towards these people.
"Don't mention these, there are no more."
Valentine raised his hand, skillfully threw out the M500's bullet chamber, and filled it with the two bullets.
"Let me ask you one last time, are you sure you want to stay here? Stay in the Integration Movement?"
"right."
Anfiya nodded, her eyes firm.
"Well."
Valentine picked up the M500 and swiped the magazine with his left hand. The magazine instantly spun like a windmill. After a few seconds, he flicked his right hand and returned the bullet nest to its original position.
"You're lucky, Anfia."
"Escaped safely from the school, encountered the aftermath of the disaster on the road. Although he was infected with ore disease, he did not die. His home was ransacked but the gun for self-defense was still there. He was discovered by the integration movement but successfully joined them and became one with them. A bunch of half-brothers and sisters..."
"Even just now, Xing Yihuang was lucky that he didn't open your head with a punch."
Anfiya did not deny it. Valentin woke up at the right time. If it had been a second later, Xing Yihuang would have blown her brain.
"Luck is really a magical thing. A writer from Yan Kingdom once said: 'In the face of absolute luck, any strength and resourcefulness are nonsense.'"
"I think this is quite right."
Anfiya didn't know many writers from the Yan Kingdom, but she still somewhat agreed with the meaning of that sentence.
"But will Lady Luck always favor the same person?"
Valentine changed the subject.
"I think you should understand how difficult the future of the integrated movement will be. If you are defeated by Longmen, you can only escape into the wilderness. The leader treats you as tools and throws them away after use. Now he doesn't care about your life or death. Only the Yeti Team is here to help you. .”
"Actually, if it weren't for the patriot you mentioned, Froststar in the Snow Monster Team would have pulled Tallu to Yang."
Valentin remembered the plot of the game.
"If Froststar goes straight to Tallulah regardless of the Patriots' obstruction, I'm quite willing to give her some medical assistance, the kind that can't be beaten to death or burned."
Recently, his Origin Stone skills have taken off, and Valentin has become a little swollen.
"It's a pity that we can only think about this situation in our dreams."
He sighed.
"So, even so, you are not willing to join Rhode Island? I can't guarantee that you will become an operator, but ordinary staff can still do it. Although it is a bit tiring to work, at least you don't have to worry about life, and And oripathy inhibitors.”
"The scenery on the base is pretty good. The greenery in the B-level residential area is a little less than that in the A-level. Everything else is the same. Although ordinary employees live in collective dormitories, so do the operators."
"Why do you have to run blindly with this group of integration movements?"
"Because I don't think they deserve to die like this."
Anfiya thought of her brothers and sisters, the days she spent in the integration movement, and the sincere words those people once said.
As said at the beginning, the massacre in Kirijo was only partially caused, and most of the members of the Integration Movement were just ordinary people who wanted to survive. It is unrealistic for an ordinary person to pick up a knife and kill people, even killing dozens of people.
They are just ordinary people who want to resist their fate.
"I will stay here and live with them. Maybe the Integration Movement will find a right path in the future, maybe not. But at least, I will save a few people before they fall again. If I do better, maybe , I can help this organization go on the right path and never deviate."
It was great and ideal, reminding Valentine of Trotsky.
"Well, as I said just now, Lady Luck will not favor the same person all the time."
Valentin knew that he could not persuade Anfiya, so he gave up the idea of persuading her.
"The road you want to take in the future cannot be achieved without a little bit of luck. If Lady Luck is still on your side, of course I will let you go."
Valentine picked up the M500 revolver and pointed the gun at Anfiya.
"What if not?"
The incandescent light flickered, as if the voltage was unstable. In the flickering light, a smile appeared on the corner of Valentine's mouth.
"Pick up the gun in your hand, turn the cylinder, and after a few seconds swing the cylinder back to its original position. Then..."
"Take it and aim it at my head, just like I'm doing to you now."
Anfiya froze on the spot, looking at Valentine standing on the other side of the table, the shadow of the huge muzzle of the M500 reflected in her pupils.
"I only have two bullets in the magazine, and you have three bullets in the magazine. We each have a fifty percent chance of survival."
"If your gun goes off, I won't die, but you can't leave here. If my gun goes off, the price is your life."
"If the guns in both of our hands don't go off, then I will let you go and let you realize that great ideal."
"I'll ask you one last time."
"Join Rhode Island and become a low-level worker. Although you are busy and ordinary, your life is not worrying. You may also become an operator in the future. If you agree, I will terminate this game."
"Or go ahead and see if you can survive."
Valentine's voice was like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, with obvious viciousness. Anfiya took a few deep breaths, her body was trembling slightly, but she suddenly grabbed the TOZ-36 with her right hand, turned the bomb nest with her left hand, and after two seconds, flicked the bomb nest back into place and raised her finger to point at Valentine's Ajna.
She proved with her actions that what she just said was not a lie, but a true determination.
"Now, which side is Lady Luck on?"
Valentin and Anfiya's eyes looked at each other, as sharp as two beasts grinding their teeth. Adrenaline began to secrete, and Valentine's eyes became extremely clear. It was as if the emotions in the girl in front of him had seeped into her face. He could clearly feel the tension and determination of the girl in front of him, as if an awl had penetrated directly into her face. caught in his pupils, making him remember this girl who was just like Trotsky.
They pressed the hammer simultaneously.
Bang!
