Patrick didn't seem to notice his transformation, and just cursed the soldiers, "You guys can go!" The soldiers who had brought Aslan immediately saluted and exited the office. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The info room was barely closed, and Patrick asked eagerly, "What's going on?" What happened? ”

Aslan slowly approached his father. Patrick's gaze did not linger on his face for a moment, but he asked one after another, "—what about justice?" …… And what about freedom? Aslan did not answer, but asked his father, "Father, for this war...... Honestly, what do you think? ”

Hearing his son suddenly ask something that had nothing to do with it, Patrick was also vague for a moment.

"—what did you say?" This son should be like a programmed robot, acting according to his own expectations, cooperating and obeying his own will. Now that he didn't answer his own questions, and even asked with free will, Patrick looked at Aslan as if he were looking at a program error. His face was filled with simple suspicion, as if he had just been asked about some academic doubt. Aslan was very serious and continued to ask, "How long do we have to stop fighting?" ”

"What are you talking nonsense......!" Patrick came back to his senses, anger on his face, "Don't talk about this yet, what about the task I gave you?" Hurry up and report! Again, his voice was cold, not at all like he was treating his own flesh and blood. Aslan was no longer afraid.

"I ...... I came back to ...... because I wanted to have a good talk with you."

"Aslan, you bastard!" Patrick slammed the table and stood up angrily, "Don't talk nonsense to me!" A child who doesn't understand anything dares to speak to me in such a tone! ”

"Isn't it you, father, who don't understand anything?" Aslan replied passionately, "—Alaska, Panama, Victoria...... He who is slain will take revenge, and he who takes revenge will be killed...... Now this is just to expand the flames of war! ”

"Where did you hear this stupid idea? Isn't that the woman, Lux Klein, instilled in you? Aslan felt that the despair in his heart began to rise to his head. My father didn't even bother to say anything. But he still desperately stated, "Can fighting a war like this, just a hard-fought battle with military firepower, really end the war - father, do you really think so?" ”

"It's going to end!" Patrick summoned all his convictions and shouted rudely, "—destroy all natural men, and the war will end!" ”

Aslan gasped, as if frozen on the spot.

- Won't you......? Father turned out to... Do you really think so? Fear seemed to make his blood cold all over his body, and Aslan couldn't even say a word. Patrick walked up to his son, grabbed him by the collar and shook him violently, "Say! Aslan, what happened to justice and freedom? If you don't give me a good answer, I won't be able to spare you! ”

"Father......?" Aslan trembled and looked up at his father's face distorted with anger, "Are you serious......?" To eliminate all natural persons ......? ”

"That's what this war is for!" Patrick didn't care about Aslan's doubts at all, and asserted categorically, "We're fighting for this purpose!" Have you forgotten this? ”

In a fit of rage, he roared with excitement and threw his son out. Aslan slammed to the ground, unable to lift his head from the shock. There is not even the most basic understanding between them. He also thought that he could convince his father that he was really stupid. In fact, it has always been the case. The father never paid attention to his son's thoughts, and he never paid attention to those who contradicted him......

Feeling his father's footsteps walking back to the table and coming to his eyes again, Aslan slowly raised his head, but was stunned by the sight in front of him. Patrick had a gun in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against Aslan's head.

"Father's ......"

"-You stupid! Stop beating around the bush with me! Answer quickly! His eyes were bloodshot, "What about justice and freedom?" - If you don't answer, I'll arrest you as a traitor! ”

Aslan desperately held back tears and looked coldly at the person standing beside him.

- At the end of the day, this man was not a "father" in the first place......

He is just a pawn under his hands. Will a son of his blood, who has at least a bit of kinship, not hesitate to hold a gun against him?

A little bit would be fine, if he still loved himself-

Patrick was right, he was a hopeless idiot. believed in the family affection that had not existed from the beginning, and thought that it could change this crazy man; appealed to reason and moved with emotion, but it didn't stop him in the slightest. That's not going to work. If this man is allowed to sit on top and continue to lead the battle, there will be only one way to go—to kill each other until they die.

- You can't ...... it unless you stop it! A cold determination took shape in Aslan's heart. In his eyes, there was no longer the muzzle of the gun aimed at him.

"-Aslan!" At the moment when Patrick roared again, Aslan leaped and flew away.

The gunshot rang out, and a burning sensation was felt in the right shoulder. When he came back to his senses, Aslan had already been pulled away by the soldiers who had rushed into the house. They twisted his arms, and the gunshot wound on his shoulder appeared to be hot. The vision shook so much that many things came into view at the same time; The soldiers' hands on themselves, their bodies, their trembling hands and the drooping muzzles of their guns, the broken glass that had fallen from their office desks—the red pebble jumped out of its own neckline, dangling and shaking on its chest. A warm sensation was running down the inside of the sleeve.

"Don't kill him!" Patrick's voice resounded through the room, "There's a lot more to say about this guy!" ”

"—really?" A wryly laughing thought suddenly appeared in Aslan's paralyzed mind, "Is there at least that little bit of value to my father?" But what happens after that......? ”

"Take him away! Compel him to tell where justice and freedom lie! Despite the forced confession, don't be polite to him! What Aslan saw again was a broken picture frame that had fallen to the ground. It was his deceased mother and young self, smiling at him on the other side of the cracked glass. Patrick's footsteps kicked it away. While being handcuffed, Aslan felt a burst of darkness in front of him.

- Father pulled the trigger without even thinking about it......

He was dragged to his feet by the soldiers, and when he staggered out, his father spat out unwillingly, "I misjudged you, Aslan!" Aslan barely managed to squeeze out his voice and replied hoarsely, "...... Me too. ”

In this way, their father and son officially parted ways. As he was caught walking through the passage, Aslan's ears rang with the advice he had given him hours earlier,——You can't die yet......

Thoughts paralyzed by despair gradually returned. Yes, I still have a mission. He can't be locked up to confess, and he can't just be killed. He has to live, even if he has to bear great pain if he does—

His eyes fell on the red stone that shook in front of his chest.

It seemed as if the soldiers were going to transfer him directly elsewhere. They walked around him down the hall in the direction of the exit. The people in the hall stopped in surprise and cast surprised glances. As soon as I stepped out of the building, the prisoner cart used to transfer the prisoners was already waiting there. Once you sit on it, I'm afraid there will be no chance of escape. Aslan made up his mind.

"Go up." The soldier who was walking in front was about to open the car door, and the moment their attention turned, Aslan struggled to kick the soldier on his left, and then slammed into the other soldier on his right with his shoulder, and ran out.

"Hey, stop!" A soldier shouted a warning and then raised his gun at Aslan, who was trying to escape. Just before the muzzle of his gun erupted into fire, another soldier next to him knocked the man unconscious with the handle of his gun.

"Alas! What the hell, really! The soldier, who had just fainted his colleague, cursed as he hurried out to chase Aslan. The soldier, with his striking red hair, turned around and threw a grenade-like object at the soldiers who had started shooting. As soon as the object hit the ground, thick white smoke came out. It's a pod.

"This way!" The red-haired soldier grabbed Aslan's arm and pulled it hard as he shot at the soldiers who were shooting, then threw another cigarette bomb before grabbing Aslan and jumping into the back of the building. Aslan gasped as he looked at the man who had suddenly appeared, as if he had come to help him. A swarthy young face, a small red flat head—as if I had seen it somewhere——?

"Please turn your back to me. I'm going to shoot the handcuffs. The man said succinctly, and Aslan immediately complied. Only one shot was heard, and his hands were free.

"You're a mess too! Want to die? The red-haired soldier reprimanded as he drew his rifle and handed it to Aslan.

"—and kicked one of our guys......" Aslan noticed that they weren't the only ones doing the same as the man fought back. It seems that the person who was kicked away just now was also a part of the escape that came to help him escape.

"-You are?" Aslan asked at the sound of the gunshot, and the man replied in a loud voice, "That's what they call the Kleinists!" - Really! The plans are all messed up for you! ”

The other party complained so much, and Aslan couldn't help but pay for it, "I'm sorry...... I do not know. ”

"Of course you don't! - Really! Why am I always begging people not to mess around? You guys think about it for me, okay! "This man kept muttering. Aslan then remembered that he had seen Lux when he was talking to him in the theater before.