Subject 33 was still nailed to the wall with the dagger, but then a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, and she smiled freely, then pulled out the last lollipop in her pocket, bit open the package, and ate it.

"Uncle Resistance, this place is safe, and we have killed all the bearers of the star stripes." Subject Thirty-Three shouted weakly.

The dagger stabbed her right rib and pierced her right lung and pulmonary artery, blood kept running down her mouth and dagger, and she stood against the wall, the dagger pinning her to the wall.

Moments later, Commander Martin and the Resistance rushed in, and when they saw Subject 33 nailed to the wall, they rushed over, trying to pull out the dagger, but the dagger was stuck in the wall.

"How did the strawberry-flavored lollipop turn sour, how did it salt." As Subject Thirty-Three spoke, another mouthful of blood erupted and squirted onto a soldier's clothes.

"It's okay, it's okay, you're not going to die, medics, hurry up and stop the bleeding!" Martin tried to soothe Subject Thirty-Three in horror, but the rate at which she was bleeding was terrifying, with warm blood pouring from her dagger and blood spurting from her mouth.

Subject Thirty-Three struggled to bow his head slightly, looked at the dagger in his chest, and then raised his blood-soaked hand and gently grabbed Martin's collar, which stained his collar bright red.

"Uncle, talk to me, if I fall asleep, maybe I won't wake up." Subject Thirty-Three's tone began to weaken, but she still seemed to be free and easy, and she seemed so calm.

"Okay, little girl, what do you want to say, uncle listen, uncle listen." Martin's frightened expression had a hint of crying, and although they didn't know each other, he felt sorry for her.

"Actually, I have a name, but everyone keeps calling me number 33, and my name is Qi." Subject 33 coughed slightly, followed by another mouthful of blood.

"Uncle heard it, is your name right?" Martin excitedly shook the right hand of the thirty-third star stripe bearer, her right hand was cold, but it was stained with wet blood.

The crowd was full of tears, and they were about to cry when they saw this, and they knew that this girl might have a minute or two left in her life.

"Have you turned off the lights, why is it so dark all of a sudden, I'm a little afraid of the dark..."Subject Thirty-Three's tone became weaker, and his voice became very quiet.

In fact, the lights were not turned off, and the lights here were emergency lights, and once the power was off, these lights would automatically turn on, and these lights were not extinguished, and all this was just visual shock caused by her blood loss too much.

"Who's that, go turn on the lights!" Martin teary-eyed casually pointed at a man, and then the soldier chimed in: "Okay, I'll go and go." ”

"I... There's a friend who... Her name is W, and she's now my most... The best friend... Friend, a few words.. Speech... Help relay it to her.. Thank... Thank you" Subject Thirty-Three's vocal cords were silent, and Martin pressed his ear to the corner of her mouth to barely hear her voice.

"You say, you say, I will definitely convey it!" Martin immediately replied.

"Say to her..., I... I'm sorry I didn't live to resist... On the day of the army's victory, that... Nice... Generation.. I can't see the world anymore, but I... Hopefully she'll be... I remember having such a friend as me.., I wish she could put ... The chopsticks on her head... Give it to me..."Subject Thirty-Three's mouth was only a faint sound of airflow, which was very weak, but Martin still heard it clearly.

"I heard it, I'll tell her, don't worry." Martin replied immediately, clutching the palm of Subject Thirty-Three, as if she would be quiet as soon as he let go of her hand.

"Finally... I have a luxury... Extravagant wishes, I and they don't want to be buried haphazardly... Buried, we... Want a... A tombstone... Engraved... I... We.... Target... Codename, I .... Too sleepy.... Yes, yes... No... Rise... Big... Uncle..., I... Want... Sleep... The sound of air coming out of Subject Thirty-Three's mouth grew fainter and weaker, and it became more and more sluggish, until the last word, the sound of air flowed away.

The lollipop in the mouth of Subject Thirty-Three also slipped out of her mouth and fell to the ground, the lollipop fell to the ground and shattered in half, her head was down, but she still looked calm and free, she died.

"We, the big masters, want to avenge them, put all the ** we brought on these dormant pods, don't leave one behind, and blow up these star pattern holders!" Still clutching Subject Thirty-Three's right hand, Martin turned back to relay orders to the soldiers.