Ashron City, four a.m.

"So that's what you did." After a moment of silence, Sun ruthlessly said slowly.

After listening to the story of the white coat, he started from Billin City, went to Cheng Qingdi to find Guan Er and other partners, and then slowly developed and expanded "Nameless", which took twenty years.

The core knowledge and energy are controlled by Cheng Qingming, and it is the white coat that persuades immigrants from other countries to oppose the federation, and it is Zhong Liwang who is dealing with the government and secretly obstructing it.

His departure from the Federation fifteen years ago also officially stated that "Nameless" was fully fledged and no longer needed his help. And after five years of baptism, Bai Coat has also become a mature brainwashing expert. The illusion he created for people was so real that this hatred of the Federation was like a spark of fire.

At a time when the Federation had not yet put the whole country under its control, they found that there was already a reactionary force under their noses.

Everything that happened after that, Sun Wuru already knew.

The white coat's learning ability is also very outstanding, and the teleportation machine used to escape was built by himself with the help of Cheng Qingming. Because Zhang Lingqiu regained consciousness at the last moment, Cheng was captured by Lin Wei and is now locked up in Piris Prison, while the white coat successfully escaped back to Dongguo.

Since then, "Nameless" has been torn apart. Yan Yi took back all the authority of the white coat, and Dongguo took over the rest of the endgame, but Zhong Liwang still found the white coat again.

"He told me to do one more thing for him." The white coats looked out the window, there was not a single street lamp lit in Ashlon City, it was pitch black, and they sat on the top of a building a few hundred meters away, feeling that there was a huge abyss under them.

"That's it?" Sun asked ruthlessly.

After a while, the white coat sighed and nodded lightly: "I didn't know at first." All the resources, including Monaco, he prepared for us. I can confirm that the Lost Oasis is his next pawn, because the power that 'Nameless' can call on has reached its peak last year, and if he doesn't act quickly, he will be pushed away layer by layer by that federal brain. If we don't resist, we will become your whetstone, and under the leadership of the principal, we will completely withdraw from the stage of history. Resist or not, we will lose, because we are too weak and our ideals are too lofty. There will be no true freedom in this world, not before, and not now. ”

This sentence, the white coat said very lightly, and seemed to say it very reluctantly.

He guessed the end, but he still had to forge ahead, not only with his tired body, but also with thousands of warriors who yearn for freedom.

But he, in their expectant gaze, closed the door to the outside world, and used his illusion to turn back and paint for them the future they hoped for.

Because he knew that outside the door, there was nothing they wanted.

These things, perhaps, did not exist in the first place.

Perhaps, it was a fantasy from the beginning.

People have been looking forward to this year after year, from the ancient barbarian tribes, to the democratic Athens of Greece, to the inauguration of the Statue of Liberty, even if they are reduced to dust forever, they still have such a beautiful and noble ideal, that is, to fight for freedom.

Now, it seems that the road has come to an end.

"I hope you don't take this pessimism out of this room, those soldiers have guns in their hands, they can save lives and they can also kill. You're too young, and twenty years ago, I didn't know that. The white coat slowly adjusted his mood, and said quietly: "Moreover, I didn't really admit defeat. ”

"Can we still win?" In front of his powerful aura, Sun Wuru could only listen honestly. Even though the white coat sat across from him like a beggar, the past events that came out of his mouth, those thrilling intrigues of more than 20 years, seemed to be a microcosm of an era.

He is a man of the old era, but the difference is that he has the gift of the new age.

If he didn't care about those ordinary people, he could have lived a privileged life.

But once he made these choices, he not only had to risk his life, but he also had to become a sinner who would be remembered for thousands of years.

He killed a lot of innocent people, and he didn't protect his own people.

Because the people he wants to protect may be eliminated by this world. Smart people always follow the trend, but in this way, the white coat doesn't seem to be so smart.

"Of course there is a chance." "As I told you earlier, we have to create chaos. When the various forces fight, we have a chance. Not a chance for us to leave, but an opportunity for our reinforcements to intervene. ”

"Do you know who's going to save us?"

The white coat shook his head: "I don't know." Now I'm like you, I can't do anything, we can only wait. But I still believe it because of the addition of the Lost Oasis. No one is going to watch these people die, even if we arrest you for research, or if we take you back, we will definitely have a 1 in 10,000 chance. ”

Sun ruthlessly agreed with him and looked out the window. The sky seemed to have turned white, and the night that was pressing on their heads was not so heavy, but the burden on their hearts did not weaken by half a point.

"You can talk to your 'friends' directly." The white coat said, "I'm right. ”

After a moment's hesitation, Sun nodded ruthlessly.

"How do you stop them from collecting your location?"

"Zhongli Wang gave me a medicine that can suppress the gift, and the effect of the medicine is about two days." Sun ruthlessly took out the box of medicine from his pocket: "That's why when we were in the Principality of Monaco, the Federation discovered our whereabouts. ”

The white coat took it, opened it, closed it, and asked one more question: "There are four missing in it, but you have only been here for six days." ”

"Maybe it's dropped." Sun ruthlessly took it, and neither of them cared. It's been a very stressful few days, and it's hard to notice anything that has fallen on your body.

"I think it's going to be soon." The white coat was clasped to his chest with his hands, and he looked a little tired after not sleeping all night.

"What's coming soon?" Sun was ruthlessly puzzled.

"You count the days, there are only five days left, and the Federation will smash the ICBMs down."

"Are they really going to smash?" Sun ruthlessly said: "I would rather believe that this is a delaying tactic by the council. If, as you said, we are important enough that we will not die easily. ”

"I said when are you going to learn to be smarter." The white coat remembered Zhong Liwang's tone to him twenty years ago, and after such a long time, he finally became a seemingly stable middle-aged man: "Yes, there is a high probability that the Federation will not really do this, but since it is said so, there must be a purpose behind it, such as forcibly stipulating a time to completely solve the problem here." This is a notice to other forces, no matter how much power you have, how many chips you have, shake it out. And I think it's going to take at least three days for them to argue for a result. ”

"Arguments?"

"The side that dies, of course, is the side that loses." The white coat spread his hands and smiled.

As the two discussed softly, the sun's rays slowly shone on the land. For most of the world, it's just an uneventful day.

But Sun Wuru began to feel breathless. All the forces hidden in this city, Zeus, the Federation Mecha and the man in the East Country who can control the heat, every force can crush them like ants. They are peeping in the dark, but peeping does not mean fear, what they are worried about is the strength of each other, and Sun Wuru and others have nothing to do with it.

You can't hurt the meat, but you can't fail to eat it.

Sun's ruthless choice to abandon his "friends" and the Federation is tantamount to putting himself in such an unsolvable danger. He believed that even if the voice of his "friend" returned to his brain now, it would not give him a perfect escape. The probability of one's own death should be stable at 100 percent, and then it will not change. He once jokingly said that it was just a probability.

And now, the possibility of his survival is beyond the probability.

He's going to die, he believes he's going to die, at least he'll be more exposed to the scythe of death than ever before, and no one will save him. Even if he was saved, he already knew about the Federation's use of him, and the academy would erase his memory again, and he was still the guinea pig that was slaughtered.

Life is better than death.

"Prepare early, let them eat the rest of the food." "It's better to starve to death than to be shot to death." ”

Sun Wuru didn't say anything, rubbed his eyes as if they were burning, and walked out of the observation room with his heavy head. Sunlight began to shine through the colorful glass, sprinkling white light on the ground. If you don't think about why there is such a strong smell of blood in the air, this church is as holy as ever. The rabbi who was tied to the side began his morning prayer, his expression as reverent as ever, as if he had not been held to the head with a gun and that his life might be in danger at any moment.

Maybe it's because the person with the gun no longer has any murderous intent.

The white coat sitting in the observation room shrunk down, and the usually warm coat was already in pieces, and he was really unkempt like a beggar. He felt a little colder, colder than the city of Billin twenty years ago, and it was clear that they were on the edge of the Mediterranean Sea in the middle of summer.

Maybe it's old, he frowned, and muttered in a voice that no one could hear, "Who wants to die." ”

On the other side, as soon as Sun Wuru walked out of the room, the secretary came up, and it could be seen that he hadn't slept all night.

"What did Mr. Bai say?"

"The enemy's attack may be just around the next two days......" Sun Wuru was about to repeat the words of the white coat, but a sudden shock interrupted him.

It's seven o'clock in the morning, exactly seven o'clock, and the time is exactly the same.

In the wars of this era, combat plans are drawn up in milliseconds.

With a loud bang, Sun Wuru and the secretary subconsciously lay on the ground, and the endless light illuminated their vision, just above them, the ceiling of the entire church was completely lifted by a machine.

They were like hamsters in a cage, and outside the cage, hundreds of flying machines and Federation mechs were looking down on these tiny creatures.