The seductive scent of orchids, the whispering of seagulls, he felt himself asleep, but the wooden door with carved picks and gold shattered into powder before his eyes.

He was staring at the two naked carcass, and she was staring at him. Breaking free from the entanglement of her limbs, the crazy lust in her eyes was rapidly cooling, and it was full of helplessness and pleading.

Torn love, twisted tenderness, he felt that he was still asleep, but suddenly smashed everything violently.

Years of hard work burned in front of him, he only felt that there was a force in his chest and abdomen about to explode, and the emotions that could not be calmed down were entangled around him for a long time.

......

In the early morning of a hangover, the rising Micah taunted his current form.

In the confused evening, the sea breeze in the mirror sea reminded him of his loss and grievances at the moment.

He felt that he was in his sleep, betraying such a woman he once loved so much for no reason, his heart was bleeding, but he didn't want to lick his wounds, he couldn't accept it, he felt that he would sink for the rest of his life.

…… It was the gentle voice of a brown-haired woman that soothed his unwillingness and humiliation, made him regain the peace and laughter he had lost for a long time, he felt that everything was alive again, but marriage made him fear again. Because he had a brutal past, he was scared, and that once familiar face of madness had been tearing at him for the rest of his life.

In his sleep, he felt a blank in his memory, but the big blue eyes were staring at him, it was Jonny, Jonny...... My son...... He muttered silently, feeling a burst of joy and pride from the bottom of his heart.

The blue eyes were as bright and clear as the stars of the night in Angel City, but the luster finally became cloudy in the early morning mist.

No...... My son...... I'm sorry...... Daddy I'm sorry for you......

To get away from you and your family...... For everything that came before ......

He struggled with his weak hand and stretched out to the sky, where there was his unwillingness, his remorse, and his beloved.

He suddenly felt his body shaking violently, and then rolling at extreme speed, he kept running, jumping, and colliding in a small space, and the sky in his eyes shattered, as if the sky had fallen.

The fern vine mist that permeated the place condensed into wisps of visible smoke and dust, drifting in all directions, and they gradually approached his snort, and after inhaling it, he felt a spicy suffocation, and he couldn't help but cough and open his eyes.

Robert's vision was blurry, he didn't know when he was in the car, but the car he was in was now completely overturned.

He could see the footrest in front of him, which should have been in front of the seat, while his body appeared to be lying on the top of the deformed carriage.

There was an unpleasant smell of smoke from inside the car, and the window glass was cracked into countless small pieces, scattered inside and outside the car. He knew he was in danger, but he felt so weak that he couldn't even move a finger, let alone climb out of the car.

Someone was groaning inside the carriage, and there was a brief 'aggressive' movement outside the car, which sounded like the silencer-wrapped gunfire in a movie, constantly resounding in the distance.

But with a soft 'pop' not far away, followed by the sound of a human body falling on the body. Soon after, there was a slight sound of footsteps, and a pair of ankles in black soft-soled multi-button shoes appeared outside the car window, the soles of which made a crunch against harmless glass shards.

'Po'...... The gunshots rang out again, and the people in the car who were groaning stopped breathing. Robert only felt his body dragged out of the car by a hand by the collar, dragging him dozens of steps on the ground full of shards of obtuse glass, and then gently let go and dropped him.

Robert looked up at the starry sky wearily, and a face appeared in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Lord Chair, I wanted to make things easier." The man's voice seemed apologetic, but it didn't seem to mean anything at all. "They're a bunch of veterans, and they're not easy to deal with."

"I ...... I've seen you......" Robert's voice trembled, but he recognized the face at the first time, he was well-defined and impressive.

"Zoroaster, yes, we've seen it before." He nodded, his calm face showing no expression.

There seemed to be a hint of helplessness and disdain in his eyes, and Robert immediately recalled the raging fire in the underground city of the Ahurakezmians, and those ruthless eyes revealed the same message to him as they did at the time.

I saved you again.

This may be the subtext behind this look.

"Kramer?" Robert once heard his teammates call him that.

"Hmm." William. Kramer nodded, leaned over and held out his fingers, placing them on Robert's neck. "The medicine is still working, Lord Lord, you are thinking clearly, but your body will have to wait a while, and we need to get out of here." He looked around.

"Please forgive my offense, but for your safety......" he took Robert's arm by the hand, and before the latter could come to his senses, he carried him on his shoulder.

Robert felt his body soar, the ground trembling in front of his eyes, and Kramer moving rapidly, seemingly unaffected by his weight.

They gradually distanced themselves from the scene of the incident, at this time Robert saw the whole picture of the black flying car just now, only to see the hood in front of the car disappearing, a cluster of fire was rising from the front of the car, not long after they left, the vehicle exploded violently, the final safety function of the flying car was finally fully activated, only to see a large piece of suppressive foam burst out of the car, completely enveloping the flying car and the nearby ground, the original strong fire disappeared, and a thin layer of smoke and dust wafted in the surrounding air.

Kramer stuffed him into the back seat of a cramped roadway, Robert knew that this old "Better Tomorrow" product, which had no guided beam receiving device and could only be piloted by manual control, and its excellent travel speed and nimble handling made it a big hit in the colonies, but it was quite rare in Puxing and Angel City, and only a few of them were owned by some fanatical flying car collectors.

"Where are you going?" Kramer in the driver's seat behaved like a full-time driver in the Union era.

"Go back to where I live." Robert said. He sat staggered, barely feeling his limbs, and had to rely on the tension of the seat belt to find his center of gravity.

Kramer didn't disagree, just pumped the engine on, and then took Robert out of the outskirts at a gallop.