"Let's go." A high-pitched shout was accompanied by a sharp bolt of lightning.

The sound of neat footsteps sounded, and the sharp blade of the bayonet looked particularly dazzling under the dark clouds.

"Summer is coming to an end." Standing in front of the window with his back in the sky, looking at the dark clouds in the sky, this should be the last thunderstorm, right?

I believe that after a few thunderstorms and irritable catharsis, the bleak autumn wind will blow, and autumn will come silently.

However, in Safe Zone 17, autumn is short-lived, it has arrived, and the long winter is not far off.

The window closed with a 'snap' and he looked back, and the wyvern was spread out on the couch like a waste, uninterested in the elite warriors walking by on the street.

But in more than a month, he looks a lot thinner, and his beard is even more decadent.

"It was Ahan who led the way." Yang Kong said this to the flying dragon lightly.

That Aham? At the beginning, he actively led the team to slaughter the civilians in the settlement, and he always grasped the moment of loyalty very accurately.

After hearing this, a hint of mockery hung on the corner of Feilong's mouth, and his hand groped on the messy coffee table, and finally found a half-deflated cigarette case and found a twisted cigarette roll.

Yang Tian walked over, lit the fire to the flying dragon, and asked calmly, "The action will gradually expand, will you also be on duty later?" ”

Wyvern squinted his eyes and took a puff on his cigarette and said, "Don't go." ”

"It's funny, how did you get away with it, you're the captain." He spoke in a loud voice, but his tone was sarcastic.

"Huh, Captain? I've been set aside. For more than a month, those who were not traitors were silently marginalized. ”

"Besides, even if I hadn't been hollowed out, I wouldn't have appeared today, do I want my hands to be stained with the blood of those who really have a position? No, I can't. ”

"So, I'm sick, I'm so sick that I can't go on any mission." The wyvern looked up at the sky, a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"Sickness, a good reason." Yang stood up, with a helpless sigh in his heart.

He can't afford to be sick, the only quasi-technologist in Security Zone 17, maybe he will have two situations in the future.

First, under much heavier pressure than the Wyvern, choose to take sides.

Second, it will be completely marginalized, and the forces behind it will 'parachute' real technocrats to Safe Zone 17.

But what his future is, Yangkong doesn't care anymore, he only knows that Security Zone 17 will no longer have an independent will from now on, and maybe from today onwards, it will officially become a subsidiary of a certain force.

Follow their will and become a puppet force.

More than 20 years ago, from the glimmer of hope more than 20 years ago, that touch of concept is getting farther and farther away?

Looking at the sky, the dark clouds are overwhelming, and it seems that there is no end to the light.

**

"What do you think you'll keep, Worf? A puppet's safe zone, plus a safe life afterward? ”

"No, no, no, maybe you will get more resources, and you will go to the next level." A deliberately exaggerated voice rang out in Wolf's office.

This office tucked away in the center of the Hope Cliff is very large, running through the entire Hope Cliff, and walking to the left to the end, you can see the entire ruined battlefield.

If you go to the right and go to the end, you will be able to see Safe Zone 17.

At this time, Worf's not strong figure stood in front of the huge window on the right, and from this window, he could see that the square in front of the Hall of Glory had gathered groups of elite warriors, each of which was led by a Purple Moon warrior.

And the commander-in-chief wore a scarlet cloak, which was one of the former detachment captains - Ahan, but soon, he himself would appoint him as the commander-in-chief.

Thinking of this, Wolf may also think that there is some mockery, and his fist is released and clenched, and a trace of black thread overflows, and then disappears again.

He slowly turned around and looked at the person who was talking to him: "Zuowen, is this how you speak to the city lord?" ”

"Wow, you're still the city lord? Do you remember this identity? Zovin didn't care about Wolf's appearance at all, and directly mocked.

Faced with this old guy who had been born and died with him many times, and whose friendship had lasted for almost forty years, Wolf was helplessly silent.

Of course, he still remembered his identity as the city lord, and he still couldn't forget that winter night, when the old city lord put his thin hand into his hand.

"Safe Zone 17 is my life's work."

"But I should not give it to my incompetent son, nor to my greedy and unruly brother."

"Just because, the biggest reason for its existence is to finally build a corner of the place where people in this era of wandering can hide from the wind and rain."

"Worf, I know there is still a lot of injustice, and I know what a miserable life the people in the ghetto are."

"Worf, I can't do any better, but I want you to continue my will and make things better."

"You know what? Continuing to that day, a group of people can live and work in peace and contentment in the No. 17 safety zone, and understand that all the suffering they suffered back then was for... In order to..."

"For future generations to be able to... To be able to be more... Be happier. ”

How many years ago was this, and the picture was still so vivid in retrospect, and now what shape the flame was in the fireplace in that room, and the wrinkled look on the old city lord's face, Worf remembered it clearly.

The bitterness spread silently in the bottom of his heart, he actually lived up to the hopes of the old city lord, he was not so capable.

Over the years, he has been constantly groping for the right path, and even in order to strengthen himself, he has become the umbrella of the No. 17 safety zone, and he has been out for 10 years.

It's a pity that he can't use his mantis arm as a car, he can only ...

Thinking of this, Wolf looked at Zovin: "I have to do this, I think you understand me." I..."

Worf strode over to the room's desk, where a delicate sword hung solemnly on the wall behind it.

Under the gaze of Zuowen, Worf took the sword in his hand, waved it twice, and said, "The sword of the city lord is still in my hand, and I am still the city lord, do you understand?" ”

"As long as you can't bring me down, completely defeat me, even if I am a puppet-like city lord, I still have the meaning of existence."

Zuowen's expression suddenly became extremely serious, he stood up straight, and said, "City Lord, you will make the last refuge, right?" ”

"What is the Last Refuge? Asylum will always be there. And I, on the other hand, will never fall. ”

"I'm going to see a safe zone 17 where the fire has been buried, what the hell is going to happen to that force?" Wolf's eyes sparkled with determination.

**

Under the familiar sound of music, Abel stood in front of the window with his hands in his pockets.

He liked the music so much, listening to it, witnessing today's actions, Abel would suddenly feel that he was the man standing on top of the mountain of corpses and blood.

Covered in blood, he looked down like a king, and said in a hoarse voice: "Killing? No, that was never in my heart. ”

10,000 people worshipped.

But that's not the shape of my heart, yes, isn't it?

Eber's eyes became very deep, and this scene today would not be his inner will.

Whose inner will would want to be a puppet? Even if it would be at the top of Safe Zone 17, it would be above 10,000 people, it would not make sense.

He Eber. Anse, with great talent, courage and wisdom, became his own master after all.

Moreover, it is a true master who is high up and has an independent will.

So, in the process, is the means important? Does history matter? History is written by the victors.

Of course, if it had been before, this period of life as a puppet would have become incomparably long.

But, what about now? He will quietly take a very important credit.

Puppet? No, it's better to leave it to the people of the Anse family, right? He will rely on this merit to make a request like the Star Council behind the forces.

Then, take this opportunity to really make progress.

When Abel thought of this, he couldn't suppress his excitement, he couldn't go wrong, and he had reached the last step.

**

Looking at the departing figure, Andrew narrowed his eyes, and he said to Henk beside him: "I always feel that Abel has his own plans, and I have become a pawn for him. ”

Henk didn't speak, he wasn't good at intrigues, power intrigues. So, he was just sorting out his marching backpack, combat uniform, and weapons, no matter what kind of strife was going on in front of him.

In short, there will be a very intense, completely different battle next, and he needs to prepare for this.

But Henk's calmness could not affect Andrew, who had always been calm and personable, and he became very irritable.

He stood up and kicked a long knife in front of him, which flew and stabbed into the cave wall with a whirling 'brush'.

As if that weren't enough, Andrew stepped aside, took a bottle of the strongest soju from the shelf, unscrewed the cap, tilted his head and poured a third of it.

He had never been a heavy drinker, and no matter what happened, he would exercise restraint.

But now he had no choice, he felt his own powerlessness, the frustration that no amount of wisdom, effort, or calculation could do anything when the opponent was much stronger than himself.

One hand grabbed Andrew, and he removed the bottle from his hand.

"What are you angry about? You know the gap between you and Abel from the beginning. Henk was very indifferent, shouldn't this fact have been accepted a long time ago?

But this sentence seemed to provoke Andrew, and he looked at Henk with angry eyes: "Wine, wine for me." ”

Henk hesitated, but handed the wine to Andrew.

Andrew took another sip and said, "I've never failed to accept the facts. However, I never thought the truth would be so cruel. ”

"Henk, Tang Ling has a problem, do you know? Tang Ling has a huge problem, didn't you hear those words just now? ”

"I hear you. Tang Ling should be a strong man. As he spoke, Henk couldn't help but look in the direction of the hall from the cave.

There was also a leaderboard of the first reserve camp on the stone wall in the hall, and Henk's name naturally firmly occupied the first place, while Tang Ling's name was still the penultimate one.

"The strong? No, no, no, these issues are not important to me at all. Andrew shook his head, took another sip of wine, and then continued: "The important thing is that Tang Ling is an opportunity. ”

"Got it? There is a big problem with this person, which also means that he is a major opportunity. But this opportunity was intercepted by Eber. Look at what he means, there will be no more credit for me..."The more Andrew spoke, the more excited he became, and finally the wine bottle was directly pinched and exploded in his hand, and he let the blood in his hand spill over, and then said: "The hateful thing is that I still have to do things for him and achieve him..."

"I, how can I be willing?" Andrew said in the end, and hugged his head in despair.

Henk was silent, took Andrew's hand, and treated his wound for him, and after a long time he said, "Since you are not reconciled, then why do you have to do what he says?" ”

Andrew's eyes were empty, but after hearing Henk's words, his eyes gradually regained some vitality.

He suddenly laughed, clenched Henk's hand all of a sudden, and gritted his teeth and said, "yes, why didn't I think of it?" If I just move a little bit on something, things will go completely different, and Abb's plan will be frustrated. ”

"Henk, it turns out that you are the one with great wisdom, and I am not as good as you." Andrew burst out laughing maniacally.

And Henk shook his head, he didn't understand what Andrew was going to do.

But what kind of shaking will this storm cause in the end?

**

Su Yao gasped violently, and his heart was almost unable to withstand the violent beating of his high-speed escape.

He has a huge secret in him.

Now, he must stay away for a while.

But Tang Ling, will Tang Ling have a problem? Judging from the secret intelligence, Tang Ling has not received attention and is safe for the time being.

Su Yao stopped, and when he arrived here, he should be safe.

Su Yao wiped the sweat from his forehead, and let go of the hand that had been clenching, and there was a piece of parchment inside, and there was only one line of words on the paper: "Cleaning begins, escape." Who are you? ”

Looking at this sentence and the two meanings expressed, Su Yao couldn't help but smile bitterly, sat down and waited until he was gasping and calming down, then he slowly took out a cigarette from his body and lit it.

As the smoke cleared, Su Yao began to talk to himself.

"How long has it been? Twenty-two years? Or twenty-three years? ”

"I'm afraid the people in this place have forgotten about me, right?"

"Oh, I'm about to forget myself."

While speaking, Su Yao frowned and took out something from his arms, it was an iron box, maybe it was a long time, and there were already rust stains on the iron box.

Su Yao's big hand caressed the surface of the iron box lovingly, with a nostalgic look in his eyes.

It was as if he had seen the sunshine of thirty years ago again, and saw the guy who was hanging on his head, dressed in a cloth coat with patches, squatting on the pile of firewood, holding a grass root, looking at him: "Hey, did you see it?" My clothes, it's real fabric, do you want to come and touch it? The texture of the cloth. ”

"Hehe, silly X." Su Yao smiled and broke the iron box with his big hand.

"Why are you so stupid, if you can't win, you run, what are you fighting with them? I'll see, X, there's blood all over his head. As he spoke, he tore off his precious cloth and wiped the blood on his head and the blood on his body by the way.

Run? Who doesn't know to run? The problem is that I can't run away.

Didn't that stupid X not run away in the end, and turned around and got into a fight with himself and that group of village tyrants?

In fact, why do so many people follow a person sometimes? Is it because he's strong? Is it because he has an amazing family background? Or is it because of some other favorable conditions?

Not at all.

At least Su Yao asked himself, from now on, he has no regrets to follow, it should be from the moment he turned around, he stood in front of him without hesitation, from the moment he ripped off his precious cloth clothes, wiped his blood for himself, and bandaged himself.

There are people who you follow and give life directly without complaint or regret because that person is like a stupid X.

"Huh." Su Yao smiled, his hand took out a liquid from the iron box, even in such a dim hut, this liquid also exuded a glowing brilliance, which made people can't bear to look away.

In addition, there was also a transparent thing, which was obviously carved with a high-quality crystal, which was also held by Su Yao in his hand.

The carved image is of a dog's head that is not very good-looking.

I'm afraid only that stupid X would come up with such an unprestigious, such 'creative' logo.

"You know the, this dog was a dog I had when I was a kid, and I picked it up in the woods. You don't understand its loyalty, the loyalty that has made it my life's will to protect me. ”

"And I'm also guarding. Guarding this era, guarding our planet. Hey, look, what a cute dog head this is. ”

"Dog's head..."Su Yao's fingers rubbed the dog's head repeatedly, and then gently held it, and his big hand slowly began to exert force.

The past is like smoke, floating like a dream, unable to grasp, but unable to disperse.

This silly dog head once shone in this world.

It's a long time ago, people have forgotten it, right?

But it doesn't matter... Green tendons appeared on Su Yao's hands, and cracks began to appear on the transparent crystalline dog's head, and then slowly shattered....

It's back.

There is a kid named Tang Ling, who also really appeared.

I hope he is not a stupid X, because that stupid X failed in the end, and the era should ultimately belong to cold-blooded, smart and powerful people, right?

But he should be stupid X too, right? There is no proof now, will there be a certificate later? He had the blood of that stupid X in his body after all.

**

Teams of elite fighters rampaged through Security Zone 17, from the inner city to the outer city.

At this time, the thread forged about identity inexplicably disappeared.

Because it doesn't matter if you're a nobleman or a commoner, the moment you're taken away, you're a prisoner.

And most of them are death row inmates.

"Lord Ahan, is Lord Morin also going to wear the gray shackles of a death row prisoner?" An elite warrior looked at Aran with some uneasiness.

Holding a silk scarf in his hand, Ahan seemed to be a little disgusted by the filthy smell in the market, he covered his nose, and under his deep eye sockets, some gloomy eyes looked directly at the warrior: "Do you sympathize with him?" ”

"No, I didn't, I just—" The elite warrior tried to defend himself, but the firm denial could not come out of his mouth.

Lord Morin is very beloved, he is one of the few nobles who does not despise the commoners, but will come to the outer city from time to time to bring some food and other things to the poorest and chaotic places in the outer city.

Even, he deliberately cultivated and educated these children born in poor and chaotic places, he was benevolent.

"Handcuff this guy too, I suspect he's a thief too." Ahan said lightly.

This young elite fighter was then put in shackles, the gray shackles that represent death row prisoners.

His body began to tremble, his face turned gray, and his expression was incredulous, but when he saw Lord Morin's calm eyes, he found a trace of inexplicable comfort in such a desperate moment.

"Let's go, if you don't clean it thoroughly, you don't know that there are so many filthy fleas in this city." Ahan seemed to complain that he was very tired.

Then, he said again: "I believe that the Glory Square will be very busy in three days, and a large number of death row inmates will be beheaded, will it cause an epidemic?" In this day and age, viruses are also very powerful. ”

This sentence made the faces of the death row inmates who were connected into a long line in the team even more heavy and ugly, but Ahan suddenly said again: "If valuable information appears, maybe not so many people will die." ”

As he spoke, he deliberately glanced at Morin.

Maureen was an old man with gray hair, but he was always calm and elegant, and there was kindness in his blue eyes.

The glance at Ahan's eyes made his body tremble inexplicably, but he quickly regained his composure.

Ahan is very proud, this stubborn old guy is scared, right? After that, if all kinds of valuable information are interrogated, his future will be extremely bright.

Although, becoming the captain of the purple moon is already a sure thing, but what if you can go one step further? For example, becoming a deputy speaker? Ahan had already begun to dream.

He didn't know that Merlin's slight trembling was not because of his threatening eyes at all, but the necklace pendant he hung on his chest seemed to shake and crack.

**

Legend of the blacksmith shop.

The boss was a small but unusually strong man, and he didn't seem to feel anything in the face of the sudden purge of Security Zone 17.

He and his apprentices are still building a batch of hoes, no matter what kind of drastic changes occur, some of the most basic tools will always be needed in the safe zone, and the boss's business will not be affected.

The sound of 'clanging' was as usual in the blacksmith's shop, but the boss was forging a sword inside.

I don't know if it's too hard, but with a scurry of his hand that he has always cherished, one of the beads that looked like obsidian cracked.

The boss stopped striking the iron, squinted his eyes, stroked the bead, and then suddenly strode out to the outer room.

"Guys, it doesn't seem to be too peaceful today, everyone put down their work and rest. I'm going to be closed for two days. ”

Mystery Garden Restaurant.

A high-end restaurant in the inner city that is popular with the aristocracy, it has several exquisite specialties that are impossible to eat without booking in advance.

The Great Purge began.

But the majority of people stay out of the matter, so the business of Mystery Garden Restaurant may have been affected, but the impact is not great.

Many aristocrats who had pre-ordered specialties waited patiently in the lobby, and when the private rooms of the Mystery Garden Restaurant opened, they could taste those few dishes that were so fascinating.

The owner of the restaurant appeared at this time.

He was really a man who most resembled an aristocracy, and his blonde hair was always properly combed behind his ears, and there was no mess.

The beard is also well groomed, thick and deliberately trimmed into a figure-eight shape, which looks very personable.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry. Hesitating that there are some special actions in the security zone today, in order to cooperate with the action, the restaurant temporarily decided to close. ”

"Of course, in order to show sincerity, the Mysterious Garden Restaurant will make double compensation to all distinguished adults, after all, the time you have to wait is also precious."

After saying these two words, the boss smiled apologetically and turned away.

Of course, his polite words and personable gesture were also forgiven by everyone, although there were some regrets.

Regrets? The boss didn't care about any of this, and he always held in his hand his favorite little piece, which seemed to be carved from jade.

If you look closely, there seems to be cracks on the small handle in his hand.

Outside the city, a secluded bar.

Normally, there is no business, but when today's purge begins, there is no business.

The boss is a weirdo, this is the evaluation given to the boss by Tang Ling, who has come to the door twice.

He was very weird, he never cared about his business, let alone all kinds of chaos on the streets.

The chasing soldiers, the various cries, the voices of those who resisted the arrest of the beaten and the cautious but inquiring chatter of the civilians.

He mixed himself a glass of sweet leaf wine, which is a specialty of the No. 17 safe zone, and no one knows that only this owner can make the most authentic sweet leaf wine in the entire No. 17 safe area, unless anyone has patronized this small bar.

Taking a light sip of wine, the boss repeatedly wiped a strangely shaped thing in his hand, it looked like a sword, but at the top of the slightly round sword body, there was a hole, like a muzzle.

If you can occasionally let people see this thing, they can't help but exclaim, "What the hell is this?" ”

Too much time has passed, and people are so forgetful, that there should be fewer and fewer people who can call its name, the snake attack.

The boss wiped a little distracted, he kept staring at the old clock hanging on the wine cabinet, this old clock that is occasionally not allowed to go, in fact, there is still something special, because at 12 o'clock, what appeared there was not the number 12 representing time, but a small red gem.

It's not in great shape, but it's a gem after all, isn't it?

But how did the gem crack silently at this time?

"It's time." The strange boss suddenly stopped wiping and stood up, and the moment he stood up, he looked a little lazy, and even his rickety body suddenly burst out with an amazing momentum.

The same scene was quietly played out in various places in Security Zone 17.

Some of them may be small aristocrats, some are gangsters in poor and chaotic corners, some are the proprietress of an inconspicuous pulp washing place, and some are even bustards who lead a group of helpless women.... They all chose to stop everything they were busy at this time and start waiting.

There are all kinds of broken things, but countless hands will peel away those broken things in secret places, and a laughing dog's head will be revealed inside.

As Wolf said, I want to know what will happen to Safe Zone 17, where the upheaval has finally ushered in, and the Safe Zone 17, where the fire is buried.

**

'Woo'''Woo'....

The Fortress of Hope let out a long whistle with a peculiar trill.

This is the long roar of the first level of combat readiness.

At this moment, whether it is a soldier who is still fighting on the battlefield, or a soldier who is busy on the farm, a mission, a rest... They all reacted immediately.

Return to the Fortress of Hope and an amazing battle is about to begin!

What's going on? Everyone's hearts began to feel uneasy, the long roar of the first level of combat readiness was almost a symbolic concept, and no one thought that it would really sound.

Because it has a very different meaning, I hope that not only everyone at the barrier will be able to hear it, but also the people of the entire Security Zone 17.

"What happened?" Sure enough, the people in the 17th safe zone, both in the inner and outer cities, began to feel uneasy at this time, and this long roar seemed to have some special infectious power, which made people involuntarily panic.

"What happened?" I heard this long cry in the sky.

"Here we go." Feikong sat up straight.

"Here we go." Wolf narrowed his deep eyes, and Zoven ran to the side where he could see the ruined battlefield, and suddenly clenched his fists: "So, in such a despicable way? It's a perfect fit for their philosophy. ”

"Here we go." Abel listened to the music in the room and began to dance with his hands.

"Here we go." The weird owner of the bar.

"Here we go."

"Here we go."

....

Now that it has begun, all that remains is to wait, to wait for everything that will eventually erupt, and for the results to appear.

", what's going on? Tang Ling, did I hear it wrong? The long whistle of the first level of combat readiness? Auston suddenly opened his eyes, and his first thought was to ask Tang Ling.

Tang Ling also opened his eyes, did he hear it wrong? The long roar of the first level of combat readiness?!

With this long roar, a sense of anxiety like a fire burning instantly spread through Tang Ling's body.

It's not a sense of crisis, it means it's something that can't be avoided at all? Tang Ling wasn't sure, what did this anxiety represent?

"Let's go, go back to the Barrier of Hope." Tang Ling stood up and put out the fire with a few feet.

"These..."The harvest in Mangrove always has to be cleaned up, right?"

"Don't." Tang Ling looked at the barrier of hope, and with just a glance, the anxiety seemed to turn into a substantial burn, making his whole body start to heat up, and sweat began to cover his forehead.

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