At this point, Wen Zhong was still silent, he looked at Michael with a gun aimed at him, the chief of staff who had never had any military training was very nervous at this time, and he could clearly see the trembling arms and hesitant eyes, Wen Zhong shook his head lightly for this, he advised Michael: "Don't be stupid, Haydn, you won't want to do this, think about it, my death will not be good for you or anyone." ”

"Stopping your inflated ambitions, saving thousands of citizens who have been killed and wounded by the war between the two races, this is a great benefit to me!" Michael said angrily.

"You think you can stop this damn war if I die?" Wen Zhong shook his head and laughed. "You're funny, Michael." He called him by name.

"Really, I admire you, Chief of Staff, for in addition to your archangel name, you always remind me of my former self, the naïve Feather God believer...... This is also the fundamental reason why I transferred you from the small clerk of the Civil Affairs Committee to this position that is the envy of thousands of people. Wen Zhong said suddenly: "Everyone in the world knows that beauty is beauty, evil is evil, everyone knows that good is good, and it is not good." Believe me, Michael, if I wanted to kill you, you would have died many times by now. Believe me, even if I die, this war will continue, and no wise man who has reached the highest stage of the Silver Alliance can escape this fate. He was categorical.

But Michael was unmoved.

"I'm part of me, and for the rest, there will be people who will constantly challenge the powerful, and I'll be a role model for them." Michael took a deep breath as he finished his final job as chief of staff.

"Wait a minute, Michael." Seeing that the persuasion was fruitless, Wen Zhong hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him, he seemed to have made some kind of decision, and after a moment of silence, he nodded and said: "The matter has come to this, I have to tell you the truth, but if I confide in you this secret, I mean a big secret that only a few people know, you still have to choose to kill me...... It is only a matter of listening to it. In the face of the deadly muzzle, Wen Zhong did not have the slightest intention of nervousness, which made Michael suspicious.

He's going to say that spell, he's going to say that spell, Werner. Heisenberg used a spell to convince Wen Zhong and Shen Yuehe, and Wen Zhong used him to convince Luo Voli. Skaya, a raccoon dog, they're all raccoon dogs!

At this time, the two voices in Michael's heart were constantly arguing, one wanted him to shoot immediately, the other was curious to hear what Wen Zhong was about to say, and the rational latter finally defeated the madness of the former.

"Say it." Michael was still cautiously holding his gun.

"Before that, you must know, Michael, the strategic depth I just mentioned is not a joke, it is related to the survival of the entire human world and even the entire Silver Alliance." Wen Zhong closed his eyes, his long eyebrows hanging from the corners of his eyes were throbbing slightly, and he frowned, as if he was thinking about something extremely terrifying.

Michael looked at him puzzled, he didn't dare to move his arm slightly, and the muzzle of the gun was tightly pointed at Wen Zhong, for fear that he was playing all this.

"It goes back more than two years......" Wen Zhong suddenly opened his eyes at this time, and there seemed to be a trace of tiredness in his eyes. Warner. Heisenberg sent me and 12 other officials and business magnates of the Silver League a letter that was immediately burned after reading, and the letter reads......" Wen Zhong spoke eloquently, and in the next few minutes, he told the subordinate opposite him at gunpoint, and told everything as it was.

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"No, no, I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Michael was stunned after listening to Wen Zhong's long narration, and he stared at the other man's face carefully, trying to see the deception in his eyes, but Wen Zhong's calm eyes disappointed him.

"All this is true, and you know it in your heart, all the sacrifices are insignificant compared to this......" Wen Zhong's words struck Michael's heart again.

Kill him! That's nonsense! A frantic voice shouted in his heart.

"The sacrifice you are talking about...... That also includes York. Alex's? Michael asked suddenly.

"Yes, including his." Wen Zhong sighed and looked at his chief staff quietly. At this time, time seemed to stand still, and the two faced each other for a long time, neither of them spoke, and in the silence, they could only hear the bubbling of the stream outside the grass house.

"Okay." In the midst of the silence, Michael, who had finally made up his mind after the battle between the heavens and the man, suddenly straightened his arm, pointed the gun at the head of the white-haired old man, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

It was silent, but it couldn't stop the smile on Wen Zhong's face.

He shook his head at Michael repeatedly, but there was obvious sarcasm and contempt in his eyes.

No shots rang out, no bullets were fired, and no large-caliber automatic weapons were fired under the grass floor and roof beams.

Michael looked at the gun in his hand in confusion, and slowly opened his mouth, looking terrified.

In front of him, the hard ceramic barrel was gradually detached from the body and palm of the gun along with his five fingers, and the sharp pain struck violently, but before Michael's screams could come out of his throat, it was completely ended by the instantaneous eternity.

He finally saw the eyes, the legendary eyes, the same as the one Robert had described to him outside the morgue, only more scarlet and weirder than he had imagined.

The silk threads that danced like satin, twisted and unrestrained, passed through Michael's neck as if nothing were there, halting his thoughts, everything about him, creating a slanted wound.

His head slid down after a moment of pause, and the ownerless body spewed out thick blood, floating in the mud, on the calligraphy and paintings on the table and walls.

The head fell to the ground, the body was so soft that blood splattered the grass house!

At this moment, Michael's 40-year-old life came to an end, and the object of his assassination was now frowning, looking at his calligraphy and paintings, and his eyes couldn't help but be full of regret.

At this time, outside the grass house, the bamboo forest is verdant and the stream is jubilant.

One floor, one room, one person.

The angel is gone, and the evil spirit is revealed.