Nine o'clock in the evening.

The last secret base of the Far Eastern Whip.

Cork was expressionless, as if he were a breathing puppet, sitting quietly in the deepest part of the base office.

There was a small red button in front of him, and as long as he pressed it lightly with his finger, the mechanism under Cork's seat would be triggered, and then the cannon buried underneath would detonate instantly.

If this cannon battle is detonated, not to mention that he will die if he sits on it, and the enemies who knock down the guards and rush into the base will also be crushed.

It was the last gift that Cork had carefully prepared for Mr. Wood.

In his original plan.

There is no need for this cannon that can only die with the enemy.

However, now he hopes that Mr. Wood will come quickly, preferably leading the team himself, killing the secret base, and then triumphantly mocking the failure of his plan. He will listen patiently, and then when Mr. Wood is smiling the most, he will gently press down with one finger, and let the genetic warriors who follow him disappear with Mr. Wood!

It's quiet outside.

The plan failed.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, there was not much news coming back from outside.

At six o'clock, there was no news from the base, as if it had been forgotten by the whole world.

Of course, Cork didn't think so, and when the first guard, who had a nervous breakdown from excessive fear, picked up a gun and shot himself in the head, several guards committed suicide one after another. He believed that among the remaining guards, there must have been people who were afraid of Mr. Wood and at the same time afraid of death as traitors, and they must have secretly reported the news, and it is even possible that they had secretly united to form a small group of rebels...... In other words, this only remaining secret base has long been exposed~ its secrecy, and Mr. Wood already knows about its existence.

Why hasn't he come yet?

Shouldn't he have led the genetic special forces to arrest him in the first place?

Genetic warriors like Fawkes, Kazama, Griffin, Jonathan, Remiga, etc., who are not from the ancestral dragon kingdom, aren't they in a hurry to grab themselves and flatter Mr. Wood?

The head on your neck should be very valuable!

"Boss, you, your coffee. The voluptuous secretary cautiously came in with a hot coffee.

She tried her best to pretend to be calm, but her trembling fingers and stiff heels still betrayed her inner fear.

She was Cork's favorite secretary, and he usually liked to shoot at her.

Never get tired of it.

It's just that I can't really get any interest today.

He waved her hand to let her go, and just as she was about to walk out of the door, Cork's heart moved, and suddenly she called out to her, who was frightened: "Susan, is there any news out there? Even if it's bad news?"

"No, if there is news back, I will report back to you as soon as possible. Susan brushed the hair from her forehead and replied with a strong spirit.

"How long have we known Susan?" asked Cork again.

"Three years and four months. Susan paused slightly, then replied quickly.

"Okay, what do you think of me?" said Cork suddenly.

"Boss, you are the most respected person in my life, and you are as perfect as a god in my world!" Susan laughed when she heard this, her eyes flashed with fanatical adoration like a brain-dead fan: "Boss, do you have any orders? I can do anything for you if you need to!"

"And what do you think of Mr. Wood?" asked Cork.

"Well, he's an Oriental, and he can be very good in the eyes of Orientals, but I don't like people like him. I don't like black hair, I don't like black eyes, my least favorite thing is yellow skin...... I think we white people are the best, maybe his success is due to picking up an alien computer, or something, it's not his intelligence!boss, he's just a student, and he can't compare to you at all!" Susan gave the answer in the most fanatical expression.

"Good. Cork picked up his coffee, he brought it to his lips, and suddenly said coldly: "Susan, then why did you betray me?"

"Ah......" Susan immediately jumped up in fright when she heard this, and trembled: "I didn't!"

"You didn't betray me, so why did you poison my coffee?" Cork wanted to know the answer.

"I, I, I didn't!" Susan denied, but when she saw Cork put her coffee down, the expression on her face was a little complicated......; I love you!"

"I'm listening, please continue!" Cork made a gesture of please.

"I love you so much, boss, you never know how much I love you, yes, you will always be a great leader on high and will never understand how I feel as a little secretary!"

"Is that why you poisoned me?" Cork shook his head unusually calmly, "Very special reason!"

"No, that's not poison at all, it's not poison at all, I'll never poison your body......" Susan yelled, "The Hades project has failed, why are you still sitting here? If you're a fool you can figure out what's going on out there, you're so smart, why can't you figure it out?The Hades project has completely failed, and that cunning Mr. Wood has dug a huge trap waiting for us, and we will never be able to defeat him in his turf and under his surveillance...... Why don't you go? Do you think you'll be able to pull it back at the last minute? Look at how many guards are left outside...... Boss, no, Cork, you don't know, except for me, there are only a few people left outside who have the handle to dare not surrender in the country, and all those who can surrender have left, and no one has stopped them, yes, you heard it right, no one has stopped them...... Everybody's desperate! Why are you still holding on? Everybody's broken, and now death is a great relief for them......"

"What the hell are you trying to say, Susan?" said Cork, frowning.

"I want to say, no one listens to you now, I am the only one left in the whole base to serve you, and the others either commit suicide or surrender, or pretend to be heroes and try to resist, so that the country can give their families a little more compensation! How can you get back such a situation? How can you still be Mr. Wood? I, the secretary who doesn't know anything and is only responsible for taking the cannon and making you happy, knows that you have lost, why do you still insist?" Susan grew louder and louder, and finally became a little hysterical.

"Susan, I have my reasons!" Cork remained calm, the expression on his face unchanged.

"Of course you have your reasons, you fool!" Susan erupted, she rushed to the desk, at her boss, at Cork and yelled, "You want to die with Mr. Wood, don't you? Press that red button and you can blow this place upside down, right? Do you think this will work? Mr. Wood will never come, he won't give you such a chance! He's not one of those brainless villains in the movie, he just wants to come, his subordinates won't let him take risks, your plan to die together is doomed to failure!"

"Get out, Susan, I don't need you to teach me how to do it!" Cork's face changed when he heard this, and he yelled at the secretary: "Get out of here immediately, get out as far as you want!"

"Cork, who else is going to die with you now but me?" said Susan, sweeping everything on the table to the floor, spilling hot coffee everywhere.

"Get out!" Cork stood up and slapped Susan with a hideous face.

Susan fell to the ground.

Tears welled up in her deep eye sockets.

However, she bit her lip vigorously and did not cry, but quickly tidied up her appearance and combed her blond hair with a little mess on the front of her forehead.

She stood up slowly, first carefully wiped away her tears with her fingers, then took out her makeup case and puffed on her slightly red and swollen cheeks, quickly and skillfully touching up her makeup.

Cork stared coldly at all this.

Not a word.

After Susan finished her makeup, she turned her face and smiled at him, "Let me stay, Cork!"

Kirk's hand slowly pulled out a silver pistol from under the desk and pointed it at her head with the muzzle of the black hole: "Goodbye, Susan!"

"Goodbye, I'll wait for you, I love you, Cork, I really love you!" Susan's tears couldn't stop gushing out, but she still forced a smile on her face, as if she wanted to let him see her most beautiful side at the last moment: "I know you're fake, but I still love you!" I knew from the beginning that you were a fake, and only you would use your strength on me......"

"You bitch~, Bi~Chi, who is cheaper than a dog, do you know what you're talking about?"

"Of course I know, Cork, I even know that you love me, and if you weren't a pathetic stand-in, you wouldn't live like a coward and wouldn't dare to be loved by me! Say 'I love you' and shoot me, I know you're stubborn and insist on carrying out that shit order from your brother, I know you're a great man who can sacrifice for others, I just hate myself for being nothing, just a little secretary who doesn't know anything...... I won't blame you, Cork, we'll see you in heaven!"

Bang!

The gun went off.

Susan wasn't shot, though.

The bullet grazed her cheek and flew past.

Cork, who was holding the gun, his big hands were trembling constantly, and his eyes were changing with all kinds of complicated looks.

"Let's go, Susan, just like we've never met!" Cork took a deep breath, and he slowly lowered his pistol, "Susan, you live alone, live well, along with mine...... I beg your pardon, I was born with a different destination, I'm afraid I'm going to hell, but even so, I wish you happiness!Goodbye, Susan, I'll press the button in half an hour, try to stay away, Susan, don't refuse, it's the only thing I can do for you!"

"I'm not leaving, Cork, you know I'm not going...... If you're going to hell, I'll walk with you!" Susan smiled.

"Really, then, I'm going to say goodbye to you, Susan!" said Cork raised his pistol again, pointing it at Susan.

Susan slowly closed her eyes.

She struggled to keep her composure.

Wait quietly.

However.

There was a bang, and it was still not her who was shot.

Susan opened her eyes sharply to find that Cork had shot herself in the temple and was lying straight to the ground, bleeding profusely.

On the desk in front of him, half of the table was filled with coffee that had been swept over by Susan's hand, and in the blank space of the desk, there was a line of traces written with fingers stained with coffee: I love you too! 2k reading net