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His body slammed into the rock wall of the tunnel, and Oliver felt his entire internal organs vibrate violently, as if he had been hit all over his body by the shock wave of a 155mm howitzer. Even the bones in his chest were clicking softly, slowly opening his mouth and exhaling a cool breath, his eyes were also horrified at Liszt, who was carrying him in front of him, and wanted to say something, but the squeezed lungs made him unable to breathe.

The spliced steel ruler had already fallen to the ground, rolling down a few steps along the downhill stone steps, but Oliver seemed to be appointed, and the fear and horror in his eyes finally turned to despair. He quietly closed his eyes, let his chest ache sharply, and subconsciously wanted to breathe, but Liszt had already left with his body on his shoulder, and his whole body instantly collapsed on the stone steps, and let out a low moan, obviously battered.

Struggling to get himself to his feet, a sharp pain that made his legs go limp, Oliver reached out and touched his sternum, a tingling pain that had already followed his fingers, causing his nerves to protest against the pain of his brain. Slowly opening his eyes, Oliver looked at the figure in front of him who was still smoking with his back to him, sniffed slightly in his nose, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in a low voice: "Mint-flavored cigarettes?" I always thought liked to smoke this. ”

"Well, many of the ladies I knew before did like to smoke this kind of thing."

Liszt turned his head slowly. I looked at this guy with a little interest, who was slumped on the stone steps of the tunnel. The cigarette in his mouth went into his lungs as he breathed. And according to the physiology, it spewed out in his nasal cavity, covering his face like a thick mist, and filling the tunnel with a choking, mint-smelling smoke: "What? You don't really like this cigarette? ”

"I love Texas cigarettes, they're very strong, and that's the kind of thing that real men can enjoy."

With a certain smile on his face, Oliver looked at the cigarette in Liszt's hand, and his brow was a little more nostalgic. A trace of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, as if it was involved in some wound, making him start to cough in a big gulp, and patches of bright red also appeared in his mouth and nose with the violent trachea vibration, and it took a while before it finally subsided, making him can't help but smile more and more bitterly: "The ribs are all broken, and the two fragments seem to have pierced the heart, it seems that this time I really want to see what God looks like." ”

"Actually, it's good to go to hell and see what the devil or the devil looks like. It seems to me that you are not yet a devout believer. The odds of going to hell are much higher than going to heaven. ”

Blowing out a puff of smoke, Liszt quietly looked at the Oliver who was slumped on the stone steps, the box of cigarettes in his hand gently popped out, and handed it to the guy's lips that were still bleeding from his mouth, and when he gently held it, and at the same time reached over with a lighter to light it for him, then shrugged his shoulders slightly and said: "Murder is not something a cultist would do, maybe those bad guys from hell will appreciate your behavior." After a slight pause, Liszt still showed a smile: "Maybe someone will accompany you." ”

Oliver didn't answer, and inhaled the cigarette in his mouth slightly, the mint fragrance made him squint his eyes, and the expression on his face was also a certain calm. The pain on his body had been suppressed by his reason, and he slowly reached out and flicked the cigarette ash, he looked up at Liszt, his face finally became a little serious, and his tone was a little self-deprecating: "In fact, I am really a member of the Enclave, but why do you think I will kill you?" ”

"You did choose to assassinate me, didn't you?"

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Liszt looked at the Oliver in front of him, who looked young but had a little wrinkles, and looked carefully but found that he was definitely older than himself, but he was well maintained. Squatting in front of him, Liszt reached out and picked up the spliced sharp-bladed steel ruler, bent it slightly in his hand, the soft but tough material made him raise his eyebrows, looked at Oliver and smiled, touched his head with his finger and said: "I said I guessed, the great sixth sense, do you believe it?" ”

"I still choose to believe it."

He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, but this action seemed to involve his wound, and he coughed out a large mouthful of blood. With a hideous pain on his face, he gritted his teeth slowly, but the blood gushing out of his nose was already spurting out with the cough, Oliver leaned his head against the rock wall in pain, and looked at Liszt with desperate eyes, and his voice was already inaudible: "But is it true? ”

"Really." Liszt nodded, he didn't hide much from this guy who was about to die, and even he didn't have much ill feeling about this Oliver, who had just met and was now facing life and death. After a slight pause, he looked into Oliver's eyes, and there was a little doubt in his tone, and asked slowly, "But why did the Enclave choose to give up on me?" From the beginning to the present, I have been exposed to many assassinations against me, or missions that are extremely malicious to me. ”

"Experimental City No. 3, the city where you once lived."

Oliver smiled mockingly, and he was happy to see that even though Liszt was deflated in front of him, he still gently exhaled the bloody smoke in his lungs, and his pale and bloodless lips already explained his state. After a moment of deep silence, he still looked at Liszt and slowly spoke: "Some people don't want the birth of the Anchorage Line, and they don't want a capable person to become a defense hero in Alaska. As he spoke, there was a bit of mockery in his eyes: "There are always some powerful companies that want to use the fall of Alaska to test the weapons they research." ”

"There are always careerists who want to fulfill their political demands through the fallen state of Alaska?"

Slowly lowering his head, Liszt looked at Oliver, who was gradually losing his luster in his eyes, he knew that this guy was definitely using a pseudonym, but he frowned slightly at this guy telling the truth before he died, he gritted his teeth, but couldn't help but ask: "What else do you seem to want?" ”

If there was nothing to ask for, this Oliver would never have told so much truth, and Liszt could also detect the meaning of his words, so he took the initiative to ask. But this Oliver closed his eyes slightly, as if he was dead, and slowly coughed blood, and his white chin was already red, and he seemed to have no idea where a force came, and opened his eyes and said softly to Liszt: "There are always people who are unwilling to be manipulated, so we begin to resist, although the strength of our resistance is quite ridiculous to them, but in the name of the Brotherhood, we will eventually break away from this shady organization." ”

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! (To be continued.) )