"Don't get me wrong. Hey, don't blindly demonize our North American federal CIA. We're constantly fighting for budgets, competing with the NSA's bunch of paper junk, and the FBI's overstretched judicial dogs. ”

The smoke of the cigar never seems to go away, and the burned cigar will soon have a new replacement with the tail cut off.

"Why do we support you in doing this? Mr. Zhao Haiyang, if I were to list a lot of empty nonsense, what the North American Federation needs to regain control of the world of capital, hope that China will withdraw from the competition on the earth, and be tired of the financial war of the great powers, will you believe it? We thought so, so we did it, it's that simple. ”

"If you don't believe it, you can open the door and leave the Shangri-La Hotel, and go somewhere else to relax, and we will not stop you. Really, we're not interested in anything else in the other world, so I'll leave it here. ”

In the Lion City, where the lights are full at night, two people firmly grasp the devil's helping hand.

"Ding-dong-dong."

The previous doorbell almost frightened Han Deshan, who had just closed the drawer, but after a while, he heard three knocks on the door behind him before he calmed down, closed the door of the living room and walked lightly to the glass door of the health club.

"It's you."

Outside the door was Wang Liqun, a former middle school teacher and one of the survivors of the Elta tragedy, who was carrying two lunch boxes.

"Why, come to me again to borrow light?" Han Deshang's expression and movements after calming down for a while left almost no traces.

"I can't keep up with the topic of young people." Wang Liqun didn't say much, and began to take off his shoes with his ears holding two lunch boxes and bags in one hand. "Do you have space in your room today?"

"You're here, how can I leave no space? What does this mean? Han Deshang grinned. Do you want me to go down there and come up with two cans of beer and you watch the door for me? ”

"In the grid on both sides of my bag." Wang Liqun pointed to his backpack, "I know how good you are." There were also peanuts in the bag. ”

Han Deshang took out a folding table and two folding matzas from the room, and two men with unspeakable secrets sat at the table and began to unpack the boxes and stack the plates.

"Do you know what day tomorrow is?"

"The first anniversary of the Otherworldly Frontier." Han Deshang began to answer without raising his head.

A year ago, in May, the gates of another world were unkindly opened to a certain highway on Earth.

For the vast majority of the Elta people in Mendong City, and almost all the humans on the other side of the portal, the appearance of the portal has fundamentally improved the living and cognitive level of both, and this day is certainly worth celebrating with great fanfare.

But for a small group of people, this day is an eternal Good Friday for them.

"On the other hand, is there a memorial ceremony for the families of the victims?"

"Yes." Wang Liqun took out his mobile phone and pointed to the text message on it, "At the ceremony, I also praised the two of us as a typical example of 'repaying grievances with virtue', which is said to be disgusting to many people." ”

"It's disgusting! Did the dog officer in charge of this matter have Virgin Cancer in his head? When Han Deshang said this, his originally somewhat gloomy eyes seemed to be about to burst into flames again.

"You can save yourself a little bit. Anyway, no matter how disgusting, now the newspapers and websites are full of news from the southeast coast. Ordinary people can't see it, and they can't remember what day tomorrow is. Wang Liqun calmly put the mobile phone in his trouser pocket and soothed Han Deshang's anger with loveless words.

The health club where the two are located is separated from the bustling street scene outside, only by a thin double-sided glass window. The temperature inside and outside the glass window seems to be a dimension apart.

Outside, the people of Elta naturally had reason to celebrate this memorable day, a year in which the new century and the new life came with the opening of the portal, albeit with some twists and tribulations - damn it, this is even more worth celebrating! A victory that came with twists and turns was far more memorable than a victory that came smoothly, and many Elta people could shed tears from their hearts as they walked down the street looking at the banners.

But the more enthusiastic the celebratory singing and shouting, the more tormenting it was for the two sitting across from here. The celebrations have long since spread beyond the Elta people, but have spread to the Chinese staff - all units have left work early today to show their achievements in the past year with dinners and other means...... As for tomorrow, it's a public holiday.

Just as the most "flavorful" day is not the first day of the Lunar New Year but the Chinese New Year's Eve, as night falls, the atmosphere of the whole Mendong City begins to get closer and closer to the real festive atmosphere, with workers after work taking to the streets to set off the festive atmosphere, and special signs and special events ...... displayed in shopping places.

The great city began to be infected by the emotions and atmosphere of the people, and became lively and vibrant, except for two people who were willing to be abandoned by the current, completely excluded by the inhabitants of the city and the city itself.

"Liqun, remember when we were in a cage and sent to Garcia?"

"I don't remember, and I don't want to remember." Wang Liqun raised his head and took a sip of beer, in fact, he remembered it clearly.

Han Deshang understood what he meant, so he continued: "How many Elta people were around us and the loot at that time? Hundreds of thousands of people in the filthy imperial capital of Garcia? We crawled into the imperial capital like dogs at that time, and endured inhuman stares until we were rescued, and there must be some of them who are still alive and well, celebrating the first anniversary of the opening of the damned portal just like they did when they watched the excitement and the 'Elta Army's great martial arts......"

Their wives and daughters were once "paraded through the streets" indiscriminately, becoming toys for the nobility to ask for status and merit, and they themselves became the punching bags for officers to relieve the pressure of defeat at the front...... And some of the people who handled all this are still at large, enjoying the grace of the "Chinese goods" brought by the portal in the southern or eastern regions of Elta.

This is a fact that no bloody boy can tolerate. The censors didn't know how much of their experience had not been recounted, and naturally they didn't know about the blood feud that everyone was different and unwilling to speak.

In other words, if they had narrated all these facts to people other than the survivors in the first place, Han Deshang and Wang Liqun would not have had a chance to come to the other world at all.

"Why are you worried about this? Sooner or later, we will chop off all the hands that have touched our loved ones, gouge out the eyeballs of all those who despise them, and burn them in front of the graves of those we love. ”

As the morning drama renders, the flower of hope that blooms from despair? Don't fool people. In those ten days, the 100% pure despair medium condensed in the desperate ten days, the only thing that can take root and sprout is the black spores that will sow more despair.

Among the current survivor quartet, even the youngest Zhao Haiyang can say such things without changing his face. That's right, the reason why four of them supported two of them to come to the other world was revenge, revenge for the blood debt that the Elta owe them a hundredfold.

The other world should be completely emptied for immigration? Or let the "higher humans" on this side of the earth enslave the "lower humans"? These options are long gone, and even the question itself is irrelevant...... All the political, economic, humanistic, and legal systems have long been dwarfed into the most primitive human emotion in front of these two people: revenge.

Because the unquenchable hatred is there. Will money solve the problem? Not really. The compensation money received by Han Deshang and Wang Liqun has already been invested in this plan, and Zhao Haiyang has taken out his family to water the seedlings of revenge. In the face of real hatred, what else can the meaning of ordinary equivalents? It can probably only be used as capital for revenge.

"Liqun, you've got a good idea, I've got to write it down."

"I don't need to remember, I think when the time comes, you may be more ruthless than me." Wang Liqun didn't realize how bloody the topic he was talking about, and still stretched out his chopsticks to hold the meat slices in the lunch box. "You must have killed pigs in your army, right? Someone like me, who doesn't even have practical experience, can't compare to a veteran like you who has killed terrorists. ”

"Back then, it was just a simple pursuit-aim-shoot. They were enemies in Kunming, in Ningxia, and in various places, and I was very indignant and energetic. But compared to the current mood of wanting to kill, to bleed, to gnaw at their flesh and gnaw their bones......"

"Did you find out?" Wang Liqun smiled and tapped the tip of his chopsticks on the edge of the stainless steel bowl so that his friend could recover from his unrealistic meditation. "You and I are no longer ordinary people like outsiders and the people on the other side of the portal. For the Elta people, we are the devil. Uncompromisingly, looking forward to the bleeding of the devil. ”

"Even though you look like a fitness instructor and I look like a chemistry teacher in middle school, we can't fit into that normal world anymore. Old Han, we can't regret it, we have long had no way out. ”

"But what makes it impossible for us to go is the unjust world itself."

"Liqun, cheers to this deformed world and our great cause." When Han Deshang lifted the beer bottle, Wang Liqun could already see his old face, smeared with hatred and tears.

"Cheers."

The slight clatter of the can drew a look from a woman outside the window.

"Daviv, what are you looking at?" Ramaherti and Lumilana, each carrying a shopping paper bag in their hand, noticed something strange about their companion.

"Hmm...... Not...... What," Davieve shook her head, as if to drive something out of it, "I'm just amazed that there is such a terrible abyss here. But since it's human...... There's nothing strange about it. ”

The second half of the sentence only echoed in Daviv's head, and it was not spoken.

In the night street scene where the lights were on again, the three people who had hidden the elves' long ears gradually disappeared, leaving nothing behind.