"Ha ......"

"Hoo ......"

"Ha ......"

"Hoo ......"

"Bang knock, bang knock ......"

The world is so calm that you can only hear the sound of breathing and heartbeat......

No matter how cruel the war was, no matter how tragic the past, after the rain, it became a daisy flower in Auschwitz......

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The gentleman in Sun's hand had already run out, and after the last bullet was fired, the bullet casing fell to the ground, and his eyes were full of exhaustion, the kind of exhaustion that could not be overwhelmed by sleeping for a thousand years.

Brandon still held the pistol tightly in his hand and aimed it at Sun's head, and the two lions fought fiercely until the end, and finally only one was left. Brandon's magazine......

"You fired a shot against Dracula." Sun looked up at the top of the underground waterway, where rusty pipes dripped down.

"Tick ......"

"Kill William, you fired a shot; When I attacked you, you countered with two shots. ”

"Just now, we fired two shots." In the final blow, the two bullets actually hit each other, and the warhead was twisted and deformed in an instant, losing its lethal kinetic energy, and catapulted against the wall.

"Now, you only have one bullet in your magazine!" Sun's eyes were like those of a king cobra, staring at Brandon's eyes of death!

"You didn't change the magazine, because you're the strongest man in Phantom!"

Brandon didn't shoot for a long time, and Sun seemed to know everything about him, perhaps even he didn't know. Such a fierce battle, fighting to the death, in the end, the decision is in his hands!

One last bullet, end the fight!

Dead silence, dead silence......

"Ha ......"

"Hoo ......"

"You're wrong, the strongest in the organization is ...... Z。 ”

"The last bullet is always reserved for yourself." Brandon's silent mouth opened lightly, and with the last pull of the trigger, he said the words, and put the gun in his hand on his chest. In his eyes, he seemed to be thinking about something, and seemed to be waiting for something......

"This sentence is Z... Zero, he told me. ”

"You mean, Glenn Fanot Wilkinson, the butcher of war in the Seventeenth Middle East War, the "war spirit" that terrified the armies of other countries! ”

Hearing this, Brandon aimed the sand eagle at Sun's head again, and the injury to Sun's lungs when he spoke became more and more dying, his face was pale, hot sweat turned into cold sweat, the wound was swollen and inflamed, blood was accumulated, and his mind became more and more blurred......

“En……”

Brandon's hand seemed to be pressed by a thousand pounds of iron, and he fell straight down, unable to lift it again, and the burden on his body had long exceeded the limit of what he could bear! Limits are destined to be surpassed!

"Who the hell are you......"

Brandon asked coldly, no longer deliberately driving the badly injured body to recover on its own, and his tone calmed down.

"I was commissioned to steal someone's life."

"Z......" Brandon tilted his head, as if he understood that Sun's client was ......

Fifteen years ago, the world thought Wilkinson was dead on the battlefield...... This man, whose soul is hated even by the devils of hell, is not accepted by death! And he can't go to heaven......

Wilkinson saved his life and hid in the shadows as a trainer for Phantom, who trained generations of cold, bloody, cruel, and vicious ghosts for Phantom!

Wilkinson's commission to Sun was:

"Even I have no right to interfere in SSS-level missions in Yemen, and the Supreme Military Council is directly responsible for the issuance of all orders."

"However, the involvement of the Rothschild family unnerved me, and I had a premonition that something was coming. You know, Rothschild was most proud of their intelligence system, but the funny thing is that I had already planted a worm that parasitized the very top of their intelligence pyramid, but I could only use it once, and then I had to cut off the connection......"

"This mission involves a person, you don't need to remember everything about him, you just steal his life."

Wilkinson handed Sun the passbook he opened under other false identities, the Federal Reserve and the promissory note of the Swiss Bank, which amounted to 1 billion US dollars, which was all he had fought with his life in his life!

What kind of person can make Wilkinson do this, even against the Rothschilds!

Wilkinson continues:

"I activated WORM and intercepted Rothschild's message, and it was actually ...... Walter Rothschild personally ordered! At this point, Wilkinson's expression froze.

"Their purpose is ...... Person. Wilkinson clenched his fists, and mixed emotions such as anger and fear came together like a flood.

"People?"

"A person cannot decide his birth, the people in Phantom, their whole lives, are also involuntary, they have no right to suffer, they are used to living without emotion, humanity. They are destined to be ghosts, and they can only sneak in the shadows forever......"

Wilkinson's expression immediately darkened.

"They want the top-notch, cold-blooded Knight of the Dead, and I knew who he was from the beginning......"

"But, he was not an orphan, he was never ......"

Sun couldn't believe that Wilkinson couldn't control his emotions at all and cried......

This muscular, fierce and cruel bloodthirsty executioner has struggled all his life in the pile of dead, bleeding, sweating, waterboarding, incontinence, and even jing liquid flowed out when he was electrocuted! Only in this life, I have not shed tears......

Sun's eyes, countless strange thoughts and feelings, looked at Wilkinson:

"Are you ......!"

When Wilkinson left, he said to Sun in a cold tone:

"The last bullet is always reserved for yourself."

"I'll steal it, but to whom?" Sun knew that Wilkinson he ......

"What do you say......" Wilkinson replied without hesitation. From beginning to end, he only asked Sun one question, and of course this one was not.

Sun, for a long time, was worried about this world, and the strangest creature in this world, people......

His mind turned back to the present world, Brandon, who knew everything Sun knew; He didn't even know what the name Glenn Fanot Wilkinson meant......

"Haha......" Sun suddenly laughed, not to laugh at Brandon, but only at himself.

"It's a pity that this time it's not ...... stealing"

"It's a robbery!"

Time-hunter, why can't you grab it?

"Z, mission ......" Brandon won't understand the cause and effect of all this, and he doesn't need to.

"That ......"

"Then you, how do you want to rob it?"

"it, get some sleep first, I'm already sleepy......"

Sun, fell asleep when he turned his head......

The whole Yemen operation, such a big game, turned out to be just because he was chosen......

It was not God who chose him.