Syllable!

Uncle Bian was expressionless, and poked an electric baton in Huai Shi's face, crackling in the burst of electric light, and Huai Shi twitched violently and screamed.

The electric baton is retracted.

Huai Shi gasped violently and spat out blood, as well as saliva.

Maybe it was too hot in the basement, and Uncle Bian, who was anxious in his heart, suppressed his urge to cough, bent down, pulled Huai Shi's hair, and his old face was hideous: "Speak, young man, tell me, what conspiracy are you hatching? What secrets are you hiding?"

"Mysterious, good-looking!"

Huai Shi laughed, choked violently, and asked curiously: "Uncle, you are a lot old, how do you think you are still ......?"

Burst of light.

Uncle Bian took a step back, slowly sat down in his chair, and stared indifferently at Huai Shi's embarrassed appearance of drooling and snot. The light illuminated his beast-like vertical pupils, indifferent and hideous in the shadows.

"The contact lenses are good...... Huai Shi spit out the saliva in her mouth and asked curiously, "Where did you buy it?"

"Yes? Thank you. ”

Uncle Bian touched the corners of his eyes and said calmly: "For so many years, it's the first time I've heard someone praise my eyes...... There is no need to envy, as long as you are born at the border, it is all free to give. ”

Huai Shi raised her eyebrows and did not speak.

"Listen, child, maybe you think you are righteous and Green Day is evil...... Actually, to some extent, this is also true. ”

Uncle Bian sneered softly: "You see, there are many people in the current world who will like western movies - free knights carry their guns and white horses to fight against gangs and injustice...... Romantic and hot-blooded.

In reality, the border is a place like the West, but not everyone can be born to be a chivalrous guest, and not everyone is qualified to be romantic and hot-blooded.

Most of the time, all we can play is the background wall saved by the heroes, and the impoverished people who have no sense of existence are just tools to inspire the hero's righteous indignation......

A lot of times, it looks like we have a lot of choices, but in reality, we don't have a choice. ”

He stared at the embarrassed Huai Shi, his face expressionless: "Just like me, just like you now."

We are enemies, young people, and we should not die—who made me live on the border, according to the rules, and deserve to die there?"

"Sounds really reasonable. Huai Shi sighed from the bottom of her heart: "I feel that you are all a group of hard-working people, just like me...... So since everyone is a difficult brother, why bother the eldest brother to make it difficult for the second brother, why don't you let me go and be friends together?"

Burst of light.

The electric baton left a charred black patch on Huaishi's chest.

"Listen, young man, I've said so much just to tell you that Green Day is not a bunch of psychos, even if we are seen as thugs, gangsters and terrorists, but more often than not, we keep our promises more than you do. ”

Uncle Bian stepped forward, coughed softly, and looked at Huai Shi's face: "I can promise to let you rest well and let you go back safely, but you must confess." ”

He stared coldly into Huai Shi's eyes and asked word by word, "What are you hiding?"

"What else can I hide? It's almost almost honest, right?"

Huai Shi was amused by him, showing his naked upper body, and asked rhetorically: "Didn't that guy tell you? My name is Huai Shi, male, seventeen years old, a student, a part-time action operator and confidential secretary of the Astronomical Society...... Sublimator, Second Order, a mountain ghost who can only grow grass, what do I have to hide?"

He also stared at Uncle Bian's face and asked seriously, "You have already nailed me here, do I still have anything to be afraid of?"

"yes, what's there to be afraid of?"

Uncle Bian looked at his face in a daze, and after a long time, he slowly got up, couldn't help coughing, and covered his mouth. The others tried to come, but he waved them away.

After a long time, he finally calmed down and lowered his eyes.

"I'm sorry, young man, maybe I'm wrong, right?"

He whispered, "But I'm afraid of you." ”

Undisguised weakness in the heart.

As he stared into those familiar eyes, he finally understood where his uneasiness was coming from.

Wasn't he once upon a time seeing such a look with his own eyes?

So calm, yet so indifferent, as if ignoring the weight of death, looking down on everything cruelly, without cruelty, but also without tenderness......

"Get ready for the live stream. ”

He suddenly ordered, "Rod, pack your things, kill him and we'll leave." ”

Rod was stunned for a moment, looked up at Uncle Bian in astonishment, and after seeing those indifferent eyes, he couldn't help but shudder, didn't say anything, turned around and obediently packed his things.

"This is going to kill someone?" Huai Shi laughed in a choking cough, "Aren't we friends?"

Uncle Bian lowered his eyes pityingly and stared at him: "Even if it's a friend, one day they will say goodbye, won't they?"

Death looms.

But the torture finally came to an abrupt end.

With the setting of the spotlight, the cold breath disappeared, and except for Huai Shi's gasp, everything seemed to become gentle.

In this rare silence, the boy seemed to be relieved from his pain, hung his head, imagined that there was an invisible string beating, and could not help humming the tune of the nursery rhyme hoarsely.

Peaceful and warm, as if saying goodbye to a dear friend.

Ah, never change, let's be friends for life...... On this day, we say goodbye to each other until the day we meet again......

"What is he singing?" the man holding the whip frowned, "I told him to shut up." ”

"Leave him alone, let him go. ”

Uncle Bian stood indifferently in front of Huai Shi, quietly staring at Huai Shi's appearance, until the song finally came to an end in the hoarse humming.

As the spotlight turned on, a teenager with lowered eyes appeared on the screen.

The live stream begins.

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At that moment, the sublimators who were running wildly towards the target in the city received a warning from Yao Qi'er: "Hurry up, they started the live broadcast in advance!"

The team leader was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly snatched another person's mobile phone, wanting to call the open delivery software: "Who is it this time?"

Yao Qi'er paused, and her tone became complicated: "Xinhai Operation Operator Huai Shi......"

Before the words fell, a blood-stained face appeared on the screen of the live broadcast.

Countless barrages flashed.

"666, the third one!"

"Didn't you say a word, but fortunately Lao Tzu went to the toilet quickly!"

"Wow, this time the person is very good-looking, it's a pity to die like this, can the anchor sell it to me, I will produce two essentia crystals!"

"It's confirmed, it's a younger brother!"

"Upstairs faggot, get out of the way. ”

"You look so sassy, is it the cowherd of the Astronomical Society?"

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

In the malicious barrage flowing, Uncle Bian reached out, took the gun from Rod's hand, and pulled the sleeve. The strong man holding the whip pulled Huai Shi's hair and forced him to point in the direction of the camera.

Uncle Bian slowly raised the pistol and pressed it against Huai Shi's head:

"Sorry, young man. He said, "I didn't want to kill you." ”

"I don't want to. ”

At that moment, Huai Shi grinned and smiled at him.

Then, in Uncle Bian's stunned expression, a hand slammed into his wrist, twisted, and crushed the fragile bones, and completed the standard action of disarming and grabbing the gun.

Then, he aimed at the palm of the hand that was grabbing his hair and pulled the trigger.

One shot.

Then, aim at Uncle Bian's knee and shoot twice.

In the end, he got up from the ground and broke Uncle Bian's hands, three shots, four shots.

As Uncle Bian landed and screamed, Huai Shi slowly got up, opened her mouth and gritted her teeth, pulled out the half of the nail nailed in her hand from the flesh and blood, and looked down indifferently at his frightened face:

"—and, I wouldn't do that. ”

Thousands of shouldn't, never should, they shouldn't think that they can bind Huai Shi with iron.

No matter how intense the pain is.

For Huaishi, this is all commonplace.

In the not-so-long bondage, those two iron nails, which may have been some border relics, had long since lost their effect under the decomposition of the captive hand and the alchemy fire.

With the boy's outburst, all the restraints were broken.

The turquoise flames ignited from the boy's shell, and there seemed to be endless poisonous fire surging in the cracks in his chest, and the darkness swept and spread, turning into a nightmarish mist.

In the gray mist, the evil spirits of the mountains stepped on the pool of blood on the ground and slowly moved forward.

"Come—"

The boy looked around at the shocked faces and snapped his finger at them mockingly, "Let me show you how powerful Green Sun is!"

In the severe pain, the strong man with the whip roared, and the whip lit up with electric light, and it was whipped towards Huai Shi's head.

Then Huai Shi aimed at his head and pulled the trigger.

BOOM！

Brains are flying.

"Idiot ......"

Huai Shi lowered the muzzle of the gun and retracted his gaze, "Next!"

In the roar of the gunshots, the iron door was kicked open, and the sublimators who were about to retreat noticed the situation in the room, took out the long guns and short cannons from the box, and pulled the trigger towards Huaishi.

At the moment when the trigger was pulled, Huai Shi could even hear the crisp sound of the hub rubbing in the chamber of the gun with the hook of their index fingers.

Almost panningly, he suddenly slid three steps out of place, raised his pistol and fired back at them.

Flames burst out of the chamber.

After two loud bangs, an empty hammer sound came from the barrel of the gun.

There are no bullets.

Huai Shi casually threw away the pistol that had become a burden, smashed it on the head of the rickety man Rhodes in the corner, and smashed him directly to the ground.

Then, facing the three ascending ascensions, he raised his right hand.

From the palm of his hand, the glorious light burst out with the steel, condensing into the outline of a spear—a spear of mercy that had torn through the wind and the moon for four hundred years, and across the long distance from Rome to the Americas.

With his swing, dragon blood splattered.

Everywhere I passed, pure white irises silently grew from the floor.

So gorgeous.