Late at night, in a silent and deserted alley. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The foul-smelling garbage churned, and Charles poked his head out, gasping for breath, looking around, and breathing a sigh of relief when he saw no one around.

Immediately afterward, he pulled Konstantin, who was almost fainting, out of it.

His face was blue from the stench of garbage, and he couldn't speak for a long time after he came out.

After they escaped from the scene during the day, they experienced another attack when they thought they were safe, but fortunately this time it was only a chance encounter, and the other party did not have time to contact a more powerful musician, and the two escaped with Charles's musicianship as a three-legged cat.

Jumping into a garbage truck to escape, to be exact.

Since then, it has been jolting with the garbage truck before being dumped into this foul-smelling alley a few hours ago.

After carefully probing that there was no one around him, and that he had escaped, Charles couldn't help but laugh out loud, laughing so happily that even the two rotten leaves on his face seemed to stretch out.

He fumbled into his trouser pocket and pulled out a pack of shriveled cigarettes, the last two.

"One?"

Charles rubbed his fingers together and lit the flames.

Konstantin took it weakly, but he didn't dare to suck, just gasped tiredly, his worn-out lungs like a blower about to burst.

The Charles had never experienced such intense aging alone.

Not just physically, but also from mental exhaustion and frustration, as well as despair.

"How many days have we been out of prison?" he asked in a low voice.

"II...... Ten days?"

Konstantin nodded and said suddenly: "Calculate the time, it's enough." ”

"Enough?"

Charles was stunned.

Konstantin chuckled in a low voice: "Twenty days is enough time for Gaius to clean the interior of the revolutionary army and uproot my people......

These days, they put me under house arrest and don't let me know about the outside world, right?"

He paused, lowered his head, and smoked Charles' cigarette.

"Looks like Gaius really wants to kill me. ”

He muttered softly, the smoke blurring his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

Charles was silent.

Perhaps, Gaius intended it that way from the beginning.

When he found Konstantin in front of him, he had already made up his mind. Even the last of his side was reluctant to say goodbye. Even if this person is an old friend who has been with him through thick and thin for decades.

Ever since Konstantin came out of prison, he has been on the verge of death.

Now, seeing the dagger, Constantine finally saw where the path that Gaius had pointed out for himself led, but there was no hysteria or frenzy of fear.

Just lost.

"That's fine. ”

Konstantin whispered: "I don't have to make up my mind and do useless things again...... Anyway, the outcome is already doomed, isn't it?"

Charles looked at him in silence and looked away.

He wanted to say something comforting, but both of them knew that words of comfort didn't work. He can't do anything for Konstantin, and nothing he says changes reality.

He couldn't even think of a joke to make the two of them happy.

All he could do was look away and stop looking at his embarrassed appearance.

It's good, it's all over now.

His undercover career is in vain.

Konstantin's hard work and hopes were also completely dashed.

Everyone seems to have fallen into the lowest point of life, the bottom of the abyss, and there is no way back.

In silence, Charles pinched off his cigarette and got up from the ground.

"Mr. Constantine. He said, "How are you resting?"

Konstantin shook his head, "Barely able to walk." ”

"That's miserable, you have to run. ”

Charles smiled wryly, "Otherwise, we might have to die here tonight." ”

Before the words fell, there were trivial footsteps outside the foul-smelling alley. The sound of steel grinding, the iron boots stomped on the ground and ran, and the chill spread from the sonorous sound.

Charles picked up Konstantin and rushed deeper into the alley, but after taking two steps, he found in despair that there was a high wall in front of him.

He looked at Konstantin in silence with a look of hope in his eyes.

"I know what you're thinking. Konstantin sighed: "But do you see that even if I am a bad old man who can really climb the wall, can I still pull you?"

Charles said, "It's good if you can run out." ”

"Forget it. ”

Konstantin smiled tiredly, leaned against the wall, and sat down on the ground: "I've been on the run for the rest of my life, and my back is full of scars, so let me leave a wound on my chest before I die." ”

Charr smiled bitterly, bent down, and picked up a stone from the ground, but after thinking about it, he reluctantly threw the stone down.

What's the use of holding a stone?

Looking forward to it being able to hit people, it's better to have a snack and give yourself a good time.

He also leaned against the wall and sat next to Konstantin, the two of them silent.

Footsteps approached.

Then the roar exploded.

The wall behind him turned to powder in the thunder, and several figures swooped out of it, jumping out like the wind, and their men mercilessly pressed the two to the ground.

"Don't move!"

A cold voice rang out, and in an instant, the blade was pressed against their necks.

Immediately afterward, Charles saw that the people who had attracted their attention from outside also rushed in, taking over the entire alley.

Not the Revolutionary Army!

Charles was stunned for a moment, and then overjoyed.

- That's the Holy City's Garrison!

The dozen or so soldiers were stubborn and armed to the teeth, and after thoroughly clearing the entire alley, they still did not let up.

Soon, the surroundings were secured. The captain of the team put his sword into the sheath, greeted the man in black who held the two of them, and then consciously walked away.

Charles subconsciously looked behind him, only to see a dazzling aether light, and the palm of the hand pressed on his shoulder, the cufflinks had a special style, déjà vu.

It is the symbol of the Silent Mechanism.

It's safe!

He breathed a sigh of relief, almost in tears.

Originally, he was ready to die in this gutter alley, but he didn't expect that at a critical time, the silent mechanism would come from the sky.

Thank God!

Thank goodness for that!

"We found them. ”

A voice seemed to be like a report from the top: "Yes, he is with Konstantin, well, safe and sound, there is no other danger for the time being, and then bring them back...... Ok ......"

The Charr did not resist, and allowed them to shackle themselves.

Even if the undercover plan fails, at least they can survive, and the silent agency has no excuse to find trouble for itself. Even if you are in prison for the rest of your life, it is better than continuing to go undercover or die in this gutter alley.

It's just that Konstantin's situation doesn't seem to be very good.

He's getting old.

After running so far and escaping for so long, I was nervous, and I finally relaxed, but I was frightened and stimulated, and when several musicians broke through the wall, they had already fainted.

Or rather, they do it on purpose.

Thankfully, after the examination, life was fine.

The leader of the group obviously knew Charles's identity before he set off, and although he didn't say it explicitly, he was not too strict with him in all aspects, even the handcuffs were loose.

"Good work. ”

As they passed by, the man patted him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear.

"Where, where, just do your best. ”

Charles subconsciously smiled, and was about to say two nonsense words like 'all for the Holy City', when he felt something warm spill into his mouth.

It's blood.

Charles froze.

Then, in front of him, the leader's head exploded.

A huge hole appeared in his forehead.

Through the hole, he could see a ghostly figure emerging from the darkness among the corpses everywhere.

The figure slowly withdrew its fingers, and the aether of destruction swelled around it.

And so all things were distorted under the turmoil of the heart.

Distortion level!

Another level of distortion!

As the old saying goes, there is no single line of misfortune.

Immediately after, behind them, above their heads, and even beneath their feet, there was a faint terrifying aetheric wave spreading.

The revolutionary army has already invested all its money in order to kill them.

Four crooked musicians!

In an instant, the soldiers of the Garrison Legion and the musicians of the Silent Mechanism fell to the ground.

Now, they're the only ones left. (To be continued.) )