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"It's over, he's going to be killed."

Bill's consciousness was clear, and he could imagine that the voices were talking about himself. There is no doubt that he is completely finished, dead, and his life is over, but unfortunately he has not had time to complete a vigorous curtain call. He felt his body lying on something soft and collapsed, as if it were being held up by a cloud. The sky overhead glowed a strange blue and a strange purple-red, wasn't it a sight only in heaven, I had never thought the sky would be this color before, and at first glance it looked like a dissolved colorful nebula.

Bill was a fighter pilot, and his flight certainly couldn't have been as romantic as the night mail pilot described by Saint-Exupéry. It's not so much about flying as it is about high-precision battles and fights inside the head-mounted display, where all the scenery is converted into a variety of altitude and terrain information by green reticles. Mountains, canyons, and airspace layers are not a charming scenery for warriors, but a field of life and death composed of several jù.

Having lost the head-mounted display, the lack of worrying about the head-up or multifunction display, or even the goggles, he just lay down and watched the vast sky with his naked eyes, and Bill suddenly felt that this was a magnificent view that only had been seen in heaven.

I'm going to die, Bill the wolf, wondered, but he didn't know when he was going to die. ┢┝To see╋╬Book╬w/w^w/.· 1-k=a^n·s'h-u'., c=cHe had thought about dying, but he didn't really care. Whether it was the First Sino-Japanese War or the post-war career as a mercenary in Nanyang, Bill, who didn't care about death, turned danger into a disaster every time, and it became a common thing to rub shoulders with death. The reason for this is not that Bill is blessed by the gods or that he is extraordinarily lucky, but that he is unusually tenacious and has an unbreakable will. At this point, many people in the mercenary army felt that Bill and Meng Zheng were really a very similar pair.

Most of the people who die have lost the will to live. And what can support the will is perseverance to the goal, and it is always difficult to kill a person with a firm goal.

However, he still died.

Bill was unwilling, couldn't let go, he couldn't figure out what was wrong. Now his brain is somehow extra clear, maybe it's a return to the light that people often say. What I had just experienced was clear, and it seemed that a reversed path appeared in front of me. Bill could even see time go backwards second by second, slowly recovering in the opposite direction, backtracking along the path of the fall, like a videotape playing backwards.

The sound of collisions and tears, and the slamming of his back, were the last impressions he had before he lost consciousness. The huge hole in front of him was probably knocked open by his back. Bill saw that he was not sure that he was "seeing", but he clearly perceived that there was a soft roof in front of him, which had been completely torn, and the supporting steel beams around him had been bent by stretching and bending. This high-profile form is supposed to be a makeshift tent set up by refugees. Bill had seen it before, and even once he was personally involved and collaborated with others to build one. ∧ ≥∥∨≡ to read? w╬ww·1kanshu·c·c is not that he wants a tent, but that he plans to do something boring to forget the troubles in his heart, or rather, he is playing time.

Bill's plan for the next phase is clear, which is to force Tronpu to come out and confess to the crimes against the Prince family, and then "execute" him. According to the head wolf's own words, they should use the "old way" of their southern family. Until then, the only thing that can be done is to wait, and disguise your anger. At this point, Bill didn't even confess to Casey, he thought that the Prince family's affairs should be left to his own. That's why Casey is so strange to Bill. Bill had already prepared for the worst for himself by entrusting her with the company's affairs.

He couldn't say what was on his mind, and he couldn't be impatient. In this unclear waiting, I had to do something that could effectively beat the time. When it comes to pitching tents, Bill has done a lot of it. The tent in front of him was Bill's first large, high-pitched canopy, which was thrown next to the main tower of Prince Company for refugees to use at will.

Bill remembered that he had fallen on the tent he had set up, and the impact of the fall had ripped out the big hole in front of him.

If I had known this, I should have made the tent stronger in the first place, and I wouldn't have let myself fall to my death now.

Before the qiē was over, Bill saw himself again, and the transparent other Bill was still rising, out of the tent hole.

He vaguely remembered that he was tinkering with the wingsuit components in the back unit of the robotic arm, where there were no clothes, just fast-deploying gliders. ∥∧ to see the ∈ book w╬w┼w╳·1┼k╳a╬n╬shu·c·c should have been equipped with a miniature turbine engine, but in order to participate in the party, Bill did not install these round and rough benzene propellers. If you know this, it is better to hit the motive, and when you fall, you can also use the motive to implement recoil reduction.

Bill wanted to go back and ponder the short process of his death. His body was still rising, gradually stopping, and his posture became strange, as if he was about to hold something invisible in mid-air.

He suddenly felt a little dazed.

The other Bill, who was transparent, seemed to be holding something in his arms, his hands around him.

What was I doing? He recalled, trying to piece together the fragments of memories in his head.

Remember, he was with Casey at the time.

At the last moment, he let go of his hand, which was the only way to save Casey.

However, Bill really didn't feel like he was dead. It's not a big deal to die, but I knew I would die so soon. Bill still has a lot to say to Casey, and there are so many things that he doesn't have time to say.

If you miss an opportunity, you can't get it back.

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Bill felt that he still had a lot of work to do, that he hadn't won the duel with Meng, that he hadn't secured the Prince Company, and that he hadn't given his comrades a better home than the Navy had been. I didn't keep my promises, and there were too many things that I didn't accomplish. The pursuit of strength and the pursuit of victory have not yet been realized.

Although it is difficult to let go, he has calmed down now. His eyes were appreciating the sky he had never seen before. Compared with the sky, the winners and losers, winners and losers, and the trade-offs between gains and losses all seem insignificant. If Bill had survived, he would have been a different person.

Bill still doesn't know if he's alive or dead, and just struggles to find evidence to prove his existence. He struggled to perceive where it was, and where it stretched out. Then he gathered his strength, he felt his right foot, and slowly forced, and his right foot seemed to move.

Immediately someone noticed: "God, he's still alive." ”

"Bill is alive! Fast! Guard the door. ”

"Report! Bill is alive, the Ministries hold on! "A man shouted over the intercom.

Gunshots and explosions continued to sound intermittently in the night sky.

Is it alive, it turns out that he is still alive. As soon as Bill reacted, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, he had never felt such a bone-chilling pain, the pain spread outward from the central spine, so much so that he didn't even dare to twist his body to stand up. If it is a lumbar spine injury, it is absolutely unwise to do significant activity at this time.

It took a while for Bill to regain his strength. He moved his fingers, then his left arm; Gently turn your head around your neck, and then bend and stretch your toes in turn. It's good that I'm not paralyzed. If the head wolf is paralyzed by a spinal injury, he will immediately ask God to end his life.

His senses were also recovering, and he seemed to smell some kind of sour smell in the air, and his ears were dripping, as if he had fallen into a garbage heap.

Bill Prince, the head wolf, is regaining his strength, and his confidence is back on his face. The tall, powerful body slowly sat up, like a colossus awakened from a deep sleep. He felt a mound beneath him that resembled a dumping place, and he reached forward and slid down the slope.

There were already a lot of employees and refugees of the Prince Company in front of him, holding all kinds of long sticks or other sharp objects as weapons, like a primitive tribe.

"Great, Mr. Bill." A scruffily dressed man approached him, "There is no doubt that our garbage dump saved you." ”

"Garbage heap?" When Bill looked back, he saw a huge, stinking pile of garbage, from plastic bags to rotten laundry and confetti. This is the cloud I just felt, but it is actually held up by the garbage heap.

"You fell, you should have banged, but no, our garbage heap saved you."

Bill laughed. Alive, the damaged non-powered wingsuit flight suit slows the fall, the high-pitched tent mitigates the impact, and the soft garbage heap catches itself. None of the links could save him, but this series of coincidences stacked on top of each other left him unharmed.

"Doomed, destined for me." Bill smiled, his teeth gleaming at the corners of his mouth. The right arm has lost part of its strap, like a broken arm hanging from its shoulder. He used his left hand to re-immobilize his right arm, the pain in his shoulder causing him to frown slightly. The communication and control systems were self-checked, and Bill saw that F36 had sent Casey to his secret location to the entrance to the underground maintenance yard as scheduled. He turned on the radio and said to Casey through the cockpit of the guò f36, "Are you okay?" ”

Casey's voice came across the radio, and she seemed to be in some irrepressible and complicated emotion, and the rough gasps and moans reached Bill's ears: "Damn it! Bill, you're damned! She said happily.

"Alright, Casey. The place where you stay is absolutely safe, I need to get the F36 back. ”

"Hmm." She replied over the radio, "I'm getting off the plane, and you have to make sure you're safe too." For me, Bill, you keep yourself safe for me. ”

"Okay. I promise you. Bill said as he began to reset the F36's navigation coordinates and command flow on the right arm panel.

Dense gunfire was heard again in front of them, and unidentified special operations teams were surrounding the main tower of the Prince Company, and the security forces were still holding out.

Bill Prince turned around and grinned with wolf-like fangs, "It's my turn." ”