Chapter 257: Walking on the Road to His Funeral (7)

Tiangong is really not beautiful, and it actually rained lightly at an inopportune time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info It seemed that the trench coat was already a burden, and I immediately threw it on the side of the road.

"I'm in a hurry," said Lothea with a smile, "and there is no chance of victory for ordinary people in a head-to-head battle with an artificial god in the endless wilderness. ā€

"Not necessarily," I beckoned to her, "that comrade lieutenant of yours in my last life did not defeat me, and this life will not be an exception. ā€

"What?" Lothea also put on a posture of "fighting to the death" just now, and put away her fighting posture when she heard "Comrade Adjutant".

"You don't know?" I smiled, "Comrade Ian has spent four years traveling all over the world and getting to know ten artificial gods, but I just sent you!" ā€

"How do you know?" Lotia glared at me, "Also, how do you know ......?"

"You seem to have forgotten about the four months before the fighting in the French Quarter," I sneered, "and there were only a handful of ordinary people in the North American theater who could defeat Ian before you were reborn. ā€

I don't know if it's racial talent, but all the gypsies and Jews I've ever met, are mind-shielders, and Lothea is in it.

But when it comes to controlling emotions, Lothea is not as good as Chen Tianjie. Chen Tianjie can do "change everywhere" at any time, I don't even know Chen Tianjie's existence; Lothea couldn't do that, and even when she was excited, I could still emit a life signal in my mind that was much stronger than normal like the light of an explosion in the night sky.

"Why are you telling me this?" Lotia looked up and asked with an unkind face, "Also, I'm sure Ian didn't tell anyone about it, how did you know about it, traitor?" ā€

"Traitor?" I tilted my neck and asked, pretending to be surprised, "Where did you hear that I was a traitor?" What are the credentials? ā€

"You...... What do you mean? Lotia glared at me fiercely and asked with a gloomy face, "Why do you do these things if you- well, even if you're not a traitor?" ā€

"For example?" I asked softly.

"They also blew up the escort plane, destroyed the train, and turned all the ordinary civilians on the other train into beastmen with genetic mutation weapons!" Lothea retorted angrily, "Four hundred! ā€

"I'd like to clarify," I replied with a chuckle, "Agaliber also killed 200 people, and I just recycled his 'masterpiece'; ā€

"Crooked!" Lothea clenched her fists angrily, the wings behind her taut, "How can Ian have a friend like you!" ā€

"Alright, Comrade Lothea, don't pretend to be high," I raised my chin slightly, "haven't you been on a top-secret mission, haven't you bumped into civilians during your mission, haven't you been silent since you crashed, or have you not suffered a serious loss for your kindness?" ā€

Presumably touching Lothea's sore spot, she was silent again. I sighed and continued, "I know Ian, you've done it three times, but does he hate you, or do you hate yourself? Or to put it another way, if Lomanov didn't give the order and let the gods arrest me for no reason, would I need to go to such great lengths? ā€

This situation is a headache for me. The street lamps had long since been scrapped, and Lothea's place had been in the dark, and I couldn't even make out what she was wearing. The raindrops on the body are getting bigger and bigger, and some of the rain even seeps into the eyes, and the wet clothes are really uncomfortable.

"Speaking of Comrade Ian...... I chuckled and continued to ask, "do you know why Lomanov only sent half of the artificial gods this time?" Where are the other man-made gods? ā€

Forget it, except for the Red Guards or the guerrillas behind enemy lines, no one will make it a habit to ask "why". Whether it's the storm team or the man-made gods.

"What's the matter with you?" Lothea clenched her fists in anger and asked, "Maybe you can defeat the others with trickery, but now that you have nothing to do, I will finish you!" ā€

"But you have to think about it. This will make you feel like you have made a lifetime of achievement. But you see, it doesn't matter if you throw me down to get revenge or send me to Warsaw. It's not a pity for me to die, but you'll hate yourself for the rest of your life. ā€

"What do you mean by that?" Lothea asked.

I deliberately sold a pass, put my hands together with her, stretched out my arms and asked with a smile, "Aren't you going to arrest me?" Then why listen to my quibbles? ā€

"Stop talking nonsense!" Lothea interrupted sharply, "Tell me why arresting you makes me regret it!" It's the most abominable thing to say only half of the words! ā€

"If you want to arrest me, there are six artificial gods in Pyongyang, one is the new leader of North Korea, one is my subordinates, and the other four are masters. Why don't you send you without informing them to carry out this mission? Willing to go far? ā€

"What do you mean......" Lotia asked in surprise, "you mean, ......?"

I chuckled: "Half of the other artificial gods are in Pyongyang. Although they are on a mission to 'eliminate Yuri X and prevent the creation of a new mind control switchboard', it is not a problem to arrest me by the way, but ...... Will they execute? ā€

Of course not. I can guarantee that if witnesses are needed at the Supreme Revolutionary Military Tribunal in Warsaw, they will testify for me without hesitation.

I don't know if there is a artificial god who is rigid enough to arrest me, but as long as Lomanov says that "Makjebka is suspected of being a traitor", no one will believe it based on the experience of the past few days of combat.

"You know, Lomanov has always been suspicious. Unless he is in a hurry, he can't trust anyone who might make a mistake," I said softly, "and he knows me too well." If I were in Pyongyang, the remaining half of the artificial gods would have testified that I killed Yuri X. In this way, Lomanov's plans were in vain. ā€

"Plans? Putting you on trial is the plan! Lothea retorted dissatisfiedly, "Even if you are really innocent, why don't you dare to stand trial?" Are you afraid that Lomanov will do something? ā€

"Who's to say it won't?" I asked rhetorically, "Why did you secretly arrest me when I was determined to be a traitor?" Shouldn't a wanted warrant be issued informing the coalition member states to prevent me from escaping overseas? The reason is simple, because Lomanov did not want me to go to Warsaw alive to stand trial! ā€

I made this paragraph up. Actually, I don't know which trick Lomanov will use. But I know that he will do everything he can to make my quiet death without a place to be buried.

"What do you think would happen if Comrade Ian knew that I had died in Lomanov's covert operations and that you were the one who prevented Comrade Makejebka from redressing his grievances?" Still tilting my head, I asked Lothea a question.

He ...... He couldn't have hated me......" Lothea tried to keep her calm as she could, but still wavered, "after all...... I'm ......."

"I know, you're his lover, his current lover," I let out a cold snort from my nose, "but do you remember why he joined the front-line troops?" That's to give his poor grandfather, who has been wronged for ten years, and wash away his grievances of 'rebellion'! ā€

Everybody knows that I did all this. Pravda and the Internet admit that it was "Comrade Makejebka's heroic battle" that made "Comrade Lomanov decide to re-examine the veracity of the so-called 'February mutiny'". It's no exaggeration to say that I'm gracious to Ian.

After looking for a lover for four years, the way to say goodbye was that the other party sent his benefactor on the road to breaking his soul...... I'm looking forward to this kind of unfolding, if I wasn't a participating.

Thanks a damn bit for this weather. Before you know it, the sky is clear. Not only did the rain stop falling, but I was pleasantly surprised to notice that I was here for five hours!

That's right. The clothes on his body had gradually begun to dry, indicating that the rain had stopped early. The watch tells me that the sun is coming out.

I thought there would be a big war, and there wasn't much time left to delay. But I moved out of Ian, and Lothea was stunned for four hours!

It's a pity that she finally came to her senses. I noticed that her wings, which had been shrinking, began to tighten again, and her fists began to clench.

"The Prime Minister is right, you have a great ability to deceive and interfere," Lothea whispered in annoyance, "I was almost fooled by you." ā€

"Oh, what a pity," I sneered, "I would have asked you to take me to Moscow and let me go to the Prime Minister." ā€

"If you really have a grievance, go to the comrades at the military court in Warsaw," Lothea took another fighting stance, "come on, let's fight in a dignified manner!" ā€

"There's no need," I replied, glancing at the glowing horizon in the distance, shaking my head, "because ...... You've already lost. ā€

"What?" Hearing this, Lothea's eyes widened and she began to look around. Looking east, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Sure enough. I jumped in the direction of the reservoir to the east. Lothea apparently didn't react and yelled "What are you doing!" Subconsciously, I also pounced.

On the distant horizon, the sun rises slowly. God help me.

I jumped up from under the guardrail and stabbed the dagger into Lotia's wrist. Then he let go of his hands and grabbed the base of Lotya's wings, kneeling on his legs and pinning Lotia to the ground. There was no dragging between the movements, because I knew that if I was a beat slower, I would die.

"You despicable villain!" Lothea struggled and scolded, "How dare you plot against me! ā€

"You don't get tired of cheating," I took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, "and you blame yourself." To owls, their eyes are more important than a bat's ears, how can you forget them when you get excited? And also...... It seems that there are many feathers on your wings. ā€

With a slight twist, Lothea let out another scream. Then, not daring to stop for a moment, I lifted up Lothea and threw her into the reservoir as well.

"It's really hard to fool the Mind Blocker...... "I said hello to myself on the bridge, looking down, "I wish you could find Comrade Eli...... Then again...... I hope Comrade Ian won't throw me in......"

Anyway, the battle is over. I knelt feebly by the concrete guardrail, gasped lightly, and pulled the satellite phone out of my pocket.

"The lost property has been claimed, but unfortunately damaged, and it has been completely scrapped after investigation, please indicate the next step." I sent this coded text message.

After I finished sending it, I threw it down, and the satellite phone spun around and fell into the reservoir.

Lomanov wouldn't have known that I sent this text message from Lothea's satellite phone.