Guan Cheng is a small clerk.

The kind of small staff who are weak and honest in appearance, have ideals, but have little ambition, some ability, but not outstanding enough, IQ is enough, and EQ is almost so good, and can get along with people, but can not be left and right.

There are many such people on the streets of the city.

They seem to have the same appearance, the same taste in clothing, the same taciturn personality and even the same life trajectory.

They pass by you silently.

Or appear among your friends at a party, sit quietly with a smile that is a little shy and eager to fit in, and watch others talk and laugh.

Usually when the party is late at night, he will receive a call from home, and then say goodbye in a bit of a hurry and a little awkwardly.

But it may also be that one day, he is extremely depressed, and he will inexplicably get himself drunk, and then drunken and bragging, talking nonsense, or crying or laughing.

And when he sobers up, if he doesn't remember anything, he's still the shy little clerk.

If he unfortunately remembers his ugly appearance when he was drunk, then he will feel embarrassed and quickly disappear from your eyes.

It wasn't until much later that you were surprised by your name in the crowd and looked back, but you couldn't remember who he was.

Guan Cheng is such a person.

Now Chinese New Year's Eve seven-year-old he works in a bank, with a salary that barely guarantees his family's food? Although in such troubled times, it is already a very proud thing to be able to keep a job.

However, only Guan Cheng himself knows that this job is not as solid as his wife and children hoped.

If it weren't for the good heart of his boss, and the department needed someone like himself who worked hard and complained, I am afraid that this job would not belong to me a long time ago.

Guan Cheng doesn't smoke, so he doesn't smoke a cigarette in groups on the sunny side of the terrace like other colleagues.

When he needs to rest and change his mind, he likes to hold a cup of coffee, burrow into the terrace at the back of the company building, and stay quietly for a while.

Although the wind is strong and the scenery is not very good, it is better to be quiet.

On the patio, which is littered with clutter and few people come, he can have five minutes to his own, to get excited about a little extra bonus to his salary this month, or to take the time to think about issues like immigration, his children's education, and the growing strain on family expenses.

And on this day, when Guan Cheng walked up to the terrace and looked down with coffee, he saw a rugged military off-road vehicle parked in the familiar alley downstairs that he had watched in a daze countless times.

Between the waste heaps, several people confronted each other silently.

Seven men, a little boy.

The fat man with the little boy with a dagger in his hand? On the other side, there are five sturdy and capable men who seem to have the strength of a leopard, surrounded by a man in his fifties wearing a jacket.

Each of them was half-sided, with his right arm raised flat, and a black pistol in his hand, the muzzle of which was aimed at the fat man with the dagger in his hand.

Guan Cheng was stupid all of a sudden.

He grew his mouth, only to feel that his heart suddenly jumped to his throat, his feet were weak, and the blood in his body seemed to be coagulated.

He squatted down quickly, pressed his back, which stood on end, to a large cardboard box, and shivered to look down through the gap in the railing, the coffee cup in his hand shaking from the violent trembling of his body.

The spring sun shone down and was torn apart by the city's scattered skyscrapers and undulating rooftops.

The sunlight that poured into the alley was a slanting band of golden light passing between two skyscrapers in the distance, shining only on one side of the alley, cutting the whole alley apart, half bright and brilliant, half bleak and gloomy.

The metal, glass, and stagnant water in the waste heap reflect the light in the sun.

The metal frame of the billboard, the eaves, the shadows of the fat man and the little boy, are stretched long.

When Guan Cheng saw an armed man with an automatic rifle sticking out of the warehouse window across the alley, and saw the two vicious gunmen behind the garbage pile not far from the fat man's side, the two vicious gunmen who carefully hid their bodies behind the heavy metal garbage bin, he suddenly felt that this was not a dark alley behind the city building, but a grassland full of steaming heat after the rain.

Two antelopes, one large and one small, grazing in the sun, carefully pricked up their ears from time to time to monitor their surroundings.

Not far from them, several predatory cheetahs had silently made their way through the sun-drenched grove, encircling them in the center.

All it takes is a little wind and grass to get a bloody affair! Guan Cheng struggled to control his teeth fighting up and down, and trembled and took out his mobile phone, wanting to call the police, but he was afraid of getting into trouble, and after dialing three nines, he couldn't press the launch button.

In hesitation, he glanced down again.

This glance made him suddenly feel that the fat man was very familiar??" Say, bastard, how do you want to die??? When the fat man standing in front of him spat out this sentence from his mouth, there was a chilling smile on his face.

Hansford's heart sank.

A sturdy man with a flat head next to him immediately glanced at the two gunmen beside him with a solemn face, and the gunmen quickly turned around and probed around the alley.

"No need to go," the fat man said lightly, "No one else, just the two of us."

?Two? Hansford had a strange expression on his face, and the subordinates beside him were also stunned.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze.

No movement, no sound, and no wind.

There was a damp and musty smell from the depths of the alley.

The surrounding buildings stand quietly, and the golden sunlight shines down, like a waterfall that has been fixed in time.

"General, no one!" A gunman who had gone to investigate ran back and reported beside Hansford.

The other gunman who followed him, and the three men who had just come out of the warehouse door, blocked the fat man's back.

"How did you find me?" Hansford looked up at the fat man.

He looked a little haggard, his voice was hoarse, and his triangular eyes with loose eyelids were bloodshot and vicious.

It looks like a hungry old wolf.

"It just so happens," said the fat man, very frankly, "that I accidentally spotted you when I drove past here."

??“ Do you think I'm going to believe such a low-level lie? Hansford squinted slightly: "This alley is not open to traffic, and there is no second road except through the special passage of the parking lot in front."

However, that parking lot has been abandoned for a long time.

If you didn't know I was here, how could you possibly take this path??? Besides," Hansford's triangular eyes examined the expression on the fat man's face, with a hint of suspicion of danger, and tried his best to catch the signal that confirmed his suspicion: "Just now we heard the sound of the flying car, and immediately hid, and it is absolutely impossible for you to see us, let alone stop the car, and walk by without fear???? Hansford paused, somewhat disappointed and annoyed.

In front of him, there was only one look on the fat man's face - impatience.

"Analyze so much that you think you're a detective?" The fat man looked disdainful and sarcastic, how hateful and hateful it looked: "If I tell you no, there is none!" To tell the truth, it was encountered.

You want to have a few more people chasing you, but how many things do we have all day long, who the has so much spare time to deal with a lost dog.

??“ Do you know how many guns are pointed at your head right now??? Maybe it was stung by the fat man's words, or maybe it was relieved to know that there were no large troops around.

Hansford sneered, and his somewhat rickety body suddenly became straight.

The unique momentum of the superior person burst out at this moment, like a fierce tiger about to pounce.

"Then do you know," the fat man said coldly, "how many unjust souls are waiting for you on the Huangquan Road??? Hansford looked at the fat man, his gloomy eyes flashed, and after a long time, he said slowly, "Do you mean those people I executed??? The fat man gently raised his eyebrows.

"Hahahaha!" Hansford suddenly laughed: "It's just a matter ??of winning and losing, if I have to say something about my feelings, I can only say that they deserve to die." Deserve? "The fat man's eyes flashed?" Of course you deserve it! The one who deserves it most is Hamilton! Hansford sneered: "Do you think that if the winner of the war is ultimately the West Covenant, Hamilton's tombstone will not be spitted on?" I tell you, he will be scolded, hated, and left behind for thousands of years! Because he led this senseless war??" You mean, we should allow people to invade? The fat man asked patiently.

"It's just a different kind of rule, what's the difference for those of us who have worked hard to get to where we are now?" There was a resentment in Hansford's voice: "If I can find a reason not to be ruled by a mad emperor in such a small country, then why should we ???fight when the army of Western Covenant is overwhelming the border?" Privately, we had already contacted Westlö, and many of our conditions were agreed," said Hansford, "and what they want is nothing more than the Le Ray Passage."

Most of the top levels of the government and the military, they can keep it.

Although the power is not as great as it used to be, it is much better than a raged Leray??" But they didn't! Hansford laughed again and said sarcastically, "What do they think of this?? #42;。

Since they are against me, standing in the way, and trying to kill themselves, then I will fulfill them! People don't die for themselves, they deserve it! It's just hateful, that idiot Brody didn't listen to me, kill Mikhailovich first, otherwise, you can take back power so easily??" For this selfish reason, you launched a purge, brandished a butcher's knife at your own people, and killed thousands of unarmed civilians? The fat man looked at Hansford coldly.

"Selfish?" Hansford laughed wildly again: "I didn't expect General Tian to be so naïve as the first person in the Lelei military.

?? He wiped tears from his laughter and moved his gaze from the fat man's face to the little kid holding the corner of the fat man's clothes.

Kindly asked, "Do you think I'm particularly like a big badass??? Hansford didn't know the little kids.

At the beginning, the existence of the little kid was an absolute secret in the Leray Federation that only a few people such as Hamilton and Bernadotte knew, and Hansford, who was in the Military District, of course, did not need to know this.

Moreover, Hamilton was already wary of him at that time.

Therefore, at this moment, he only thought that the little boy was an ordinary little boy.

The little kid dodged his gaze a little frightened, then bit his lip and nodded vigorously, his childish face flushed: "You are villains, we will destroy you?? Hansford had just wiped the corners of his eyes and burst into tears with laughter.

He looked at the fat man, shook his head, and asked in a general way: "Whose child, it's a pity that he died."

??“ He? The fat man looked at the little boy and said lightly: "If you die a thousand times, he won't die."

??“ I don't understand," Hansford stopped laughing, and said to the fat man seriously, "You only have a knife in your hand, and you have a child with you?" And if I give an order, at least ten guns will fire at you at the same time, and you will be the one who dies, no matter how you look at it.

Why are you still so arrogant.

It seems to have eaten me.

??“ Because we stand for——! The crisp child's voice sounded in the alleyway.

This time, even the gunmen on the side couldn't help but look at each other, and they all had funny looks on their faces.

"This kid is so cute."

Hansford smiled at the fat man and said, "You don't think the same way??? A wicked man is his own hell! The fat man straightened his chest and spoke solemnly.

For a while, the expressions on everyone's faces became extremely strange.

It's both stunned and funny.

The sarcasm in the eyes of the fat man couldn't be stopped.

"To be honest, I doubt you're an idiot."

Hansford sighed and said, "Now I finally understand why Bernadotte was so hesitant to push you out as a hero in the first place.

?? He turned his head and looked at the flat-headed man beside him, "Have you made sure it's safe around you??? The flat-headed man nodded affirmatively, "I'm sure there's no one else here besides us??" So what should the two of them do? Hansford frowned slightly: "This is the city center, and if you use a gun, it is easy to alarm ——, cause unnecessary trouble."

??“ General Tian is a hero of the Leray Federation, born in special forces, and in the special forces, he has many legends.

The flat-headed man's sharp gaze looked directly at the fat man's face: "I have seen the battlefield recorder that recorded the live fighting of General Arita through internal channels, to be honest, if you are bare-handed, I am afraid that the twelve of us together will not be his opponent."

??“ Hmm," Hansford smiled slightly: "Maybe General Tian is the kind of idea he fought."

?? He turned his head to stare into the fat man's eyes and said word by word: "If we kill him with one shot, the whole Gariparan will be copied by Flavio and Mikhailovich, and we will not be able to escape."

And a living admiral means more to fugitives like us, so he has every chance to kill us all with a saber.

??“ So? The flat-headed man asked, "General, what do you mean ????" Sober was already overwhelmed by an army, and they couldn't bounce for long.

As long as we dodge this formation, we have a chance to turn over! Hansford smirked and said, "You can't kill him, but we can break his hands and feet with a gun first."

As long as you can catch this Federation hero, it doesn't matter if you get into some trouble.

Besides, ,—— get here, it's going to be a few minutes??" I see! The flat-headed man at the head of the gunman pointed the gun in his hand at the fat man's knee, and said in an emotionless tone: "General Tian, I'm sorry."

??“ You're going to hit me in the leg? "The fat man looked silly, looking left and right with some surprise?" We're no match for you in hand-to-hand combat," the flat-headed man had a sly smile on his face, "I had no choice but to make this decision."

You are more than twenty meters away from me, which is the safest distance.

Moreover, I will not give you any chance to get close to us???? As soon as the words fell, the flat-headed man pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!" With a burst of the pistol's energy blaster, the little clerk on the terrace, Guan Cheng, covered his mouth violently, and used all his strength to keep from screaming.

He had already recognized who the chubby young man was.

At the same time, he also saw that while the flat-headed man was shooting, the little blonde boy was actually in front of the fat man.

Looking at the little boy who was covering his chest and looking distracted, Guan Cheng was about to go crazy.

I had already dialed the phone number of the police station and put it to my ear, but I couldn't say a word.

"Chubby! I'm going to die! The little kid lay in the fat man's arms and looked at the fat man in pain.

"You killed him, you killed him!" The fat man looked at the flat-headed man with a sad face, and craned his neck and howled.

"Ahh The little kid began to aria: "What a beautiful world, but my short life is coming to an end."

???? #42; - Little bastard, you have lived to be 4,000 years old! The fat man said angrily, "Your life is called short, what the hell is Lao Tzu called?? Watching the performance of the two fat people, one big and one small, who are so rotten that they fall to the scum, listening to the unbelievable dialogue, everyone present is stupid? The smile on Hansford's face froze, and the flat-headed man looked at the gun in his hand in disbelief.

Only he knew the power of this modified Porta pistol.

One shot can blow off half of the fat man's legs.

However, hitting the little boy's body had no bloody effect at all.

Just when everyone was stunned, all of a sudden, the disgusting line stopped.

In front of him, two fat men of a white and fat size raised their heads at the same time.

A hideous smile hung on the corner of the big fat man's mouth.

The little fat man looked more like a little devil with horns on his head at the moment.

And, from his body, there was a sizzling mechanical sound.

In the blink of an eye, his arms, towards this side of his ass, were all cracked.

Two miniature missiles and several machine gun muzzles appeared in everyone's sharply constricted pupils.

Before the fingers of the terrified gunmen could pull the trigger, the sound of fierce fire resounded through the city in an instant.

Accompanied by this terrifying sound, there were several chains of light shooting in different directions, two earth-shattering explosions and two mushroom clouds that rose into the sky, Guan Cheng stupidly pinched the phone, and looked at the bright, colorful, like a storm of bullet curtains, which swept the entire aisle in an instant, washing over the bodies of the gunmen like a tide, breaking their hands and feet, shattering their bodies, and scattering bones and flesh and blood to peel off their bodies in an instant? The two gunners on the second floor of the warehouse were sent into the sky by miniature missiles directly connected to the warehouse.

The shock wave of the explosion even affected the open air where Guan Cheng was located.

The sun was still shining, and the wind that had been stagnant was being pulled in from all directions.

The main area was shrouded in blazing tumbling flames, and the sky seemed to be stained red with blood.

Except for that terrifying energy storm, Guan Cheng couldn't see anything.

When the gunfire and explosions stopped, and the flying flesh crackled to the ground like raindrops.

In the billowing smoke, Hansford was the only one left.

His spirit seemed to have completely collapsed.

His face was stained with the flesh and blood of the gunmen beside him.

He was trembling all over, and he looked into the eyes of the fat man and the little kid, filled with endless fear and despair.

And at this time, the fat man moved.

He grabbed the military hunting knife in his hand and charged towards Hansford.

The seemingly clumsy and fat body is as light as the wind and as vigorous as a leopard.

It only took him two or three steps to kick the ground, and he increased his speed to the extreme, like an arrow off the string! "You can't kill me! I command you! Stop it! Hansford exclaimed, hysterical, his red eyes completely bulging out.

"Stop??" Stop fart??" Burst!?? The snow light of the knife, with a stunning arc, swept through Hansford's throat, cutting a huge crack with thick blood? Hansford glared in disbelief, covered his throat with his hand, and staggered, refusing to fall.

He didn't believe he was dead.

He was in control of the country and had power unimaginable to ordinary people.

You can the prettiest woman, drink the best wine, live in the most luxurious room, and have the most expensive star cruise.

Can you control the fate of all people, watch them struggle in the palm of their own hands, beg, suffer, let people live and let people die? He had it all and lost it again.

He is not reconciled, he still has a chance.

He could wait for Sober to go south, and he could execute all those who opposed him, even the idiot Brody.

How can such a life just disappear? Hansford's throat made a gurgling sound, and large strands of blood flowed down his fingers? When he finally opened ?? The eyes of a fish go straight to the ground.

The fat man spat hard and turned to walk towards the ???? Cart? Hansford glared in disbelief, covered his throat with his hand, and staggered, refusing to fall.

He didn't believe he was dead.

He was in control of the country and had power unimaginable to ordinary people.

You can the prettiest woman, drink the best wine, live in the most luxurious room, and have the most expensive star cruise.

You can also control the fate of all people, watch them struggle in the palm of their own hands, beg, suffer, let people live and let people die! He had it all and lost it again.

He is not reconciled, he still has a chance.

He could wait for Sober to go south, and he could execute all those who opposed him, even the idiot Brody.

How can such a life just disappear? Hansford's throat gurgled and large streams of blood flowed down his fingers.

When he finally opened his eyes like dead fish and threw himself straight to the ground.

The fat man spat hard and turned and walked towards the buggy.

"Dog zag species! Deserve!??.