Chapter 112: Xiaguan Crazy Station (II)
The sound of gunfire and explosions not far away reverberated throughout the neighborhood. In the narrow space between the two houses, the protectors of the Polish branch of the ghost's right hand were silently confronting Dvoru, the blonde man standing sideways, his eyes slightly squinted in the lush sunlight, his perfect profile like a Greek sculpture carved by Polycleitos. The former Andrzej Vaznosawa, now the vice-deacon of the Brotherhood Templar Templar Cross of Thorns, had already paid off the debts of his previous life in the last battle, but for unknown reasons he was once again hesitating in front of his old friends. The long whip of the Flame Serpent hovered at his feet, scorching the dirt with a single swing that could reap the lives of the lowly ones on the other side, and Dvoru's eyes swept over the dividing line, deciding to keep waiting.
These people were not the target, as long as the son of the god who had risen from the dead was eliminated and the mission was accomplished, so why bother himself? Why is the sun so hot? And the girl on the other side ...... Why does it look so delicious?
"Can the second set of 'Bamboo Dragonflies' be deployed?" Eva asked in a low voice.
"Yes, but Terry needs time to rest. Beard quickly replied, "If he exceeds the limit, he'll retract into the virtual reality barrier." β
The clown hid behind the half-faced Guise, not daring to look at the blonde man opposite. During the encounter in China, his mind was hit like never before, but fortunately, Lao Zhao knew a little soothing massage method, and it took three or four days for him to barely wake up. "I can ......" Amber eyes flickered, and Terry said in a trembling voice, "Just use it, I'm fine!"
From the clown's point of view, Gisna's scarred half of face is twitching slightly, hatred scorching the juggler's one-eyed, and half of his face is preparing for the most powerful attack. Next to him, George patted him on the crook of the elbow to signal him to stay calm, but his fingers kept flicking on the trigger guard because of tension.
"Tactical...... That's it. Little Lori stared at Dvoru, and said in a calm voice, "We've rehearsed it many times, and when I give the command......"
At this time, the blonde-haired "lion" suddenly spoke: "If you don't mind, I'm in the mood to chat, it's still early anyway." We still have ...... Nineteen minutes of small talk. β
Eva's pupils narrowed like pinpoints, "Chat, what are you planning? When did the fraternity xenomorph become such a sissy?"
A smile tugged at Dvoru's lips, a sharp smile that cut the sun to pieces, "Some superfluous hormone is messing with my judgment, and this is the kindness that the Creator has given you, Candy." He turned his head leisurely to look back, and just happened to see the Bell helicopter appear over the battlefield, heavy machine guns pouring metal frenzy on the ground, "Look, your chosen ones are doing a good job." If you make a move on me, I'll take half a minute to get rid of you, and then I'll help my Son of God subordinate crush the Chosen One. Chatting is a very reasonable choice, his chances of survival will increase, and you will only hold him back compared to me. - I must admit that you are just ordinary mercenaries, and that the chosen one is a very remarkable mortal. β
Eva's face was expressionless, but the flickering of her eyes betrayed her fierce fighting heart, "Big sister." Little white-faced George leaned over and whispered, "This guy has a point...... The best option now is to keep no one at bay, contain each other, and let the boss fight another xenomorph with all their might. β
"Shut up!" Little Lori shouted, clucking her tiny teeth, "Even so, we can't believe what you say. Terry, will you be able to get in touch with that man?"
The Joker poked his head out from behind Kees: "I've been backtracking along the airship's data link since just now, and I should be able to shake hands soon, I need time." His eyes drifted over Dvoru's side, and he immediately retracted his head like an electric shock, his body shrinking like an autumn leaf.
Dvoru spoke, "Let's talk about the past, Candy." Painless memories, just right. β
After a few seconds, Eva made a decision, and the black patent leather shoe stepped back half a step, a little further away from the dividing line. She straightened up the princess dress on her body, inserted the two python revolvers back into the pink backpack on her back, folded her arms with both hands, and looked at the handsome man in a well-fitting handmade suit opposite her with big blue eyes: "Let's talk about faith, Captain." Why did you become a lackey of the Brotherhood, what did they tempt you, or did they simply stuff a pug's brain into your skull?"
The knight of the Templar Thorn Crusader looked at her with a little surprise: "What are you talking about, Candy, why do you use a derogatory term to describe the right choice? If you can see what I have seen, you will understand a lot, the world is not as simple as the ghost's right hand describes, there is no ideal society in black and white, and sometimes, if you stand a little taller, you will find that what you believe in is actually stupid. β
Little Lori shouted, "Fart, have you forgotten the oath you took when you joined the ghost, our career is the only right direction!"
Dvoru sighed softly and tapped his right index finger next to his temple, a looming "drift net" enveloping his head, tiny arcs of electricity crackling in the air, forming an electromagnetic barrier against radio waves. "The next words are against the Brotherhood Code, and if they are found out by the Corrections Department, I will be punished quite severely. He said this, and suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly: "I should be the one in charge of punishment." It's a very irritating thing to have too many chips to tube. Well, I'm going to tell you a few things that you probably won't take ......"
"Say it if you want to!" Lori puffed out her chest.
Dvoru said lightly, "First of all, I want to ask you some questions. Why do ghosts exist?"
"I won't answer. Eva looked at him warily.
"This body once belonged to Andrzej Vaznoshawa, Andrzej Beta Coppermine, to be precise, the high caste of the Ghost's right hand, one of the most promising young men in the entire Copper Mine. If the Polish branch hadn't been exposed to that battle, he would probably be a high-ranking official at the Copper Mine Headquarters by now, or even a member of the Ghost Core, one of the few who would have influenced the direction of the entire organization. Dvoru said, "This body knows a lot more than you lower castes, and if you guess correctly, you should be Eva Gamma Minus Copper Mine by now, while the others are only Delta, and even Epsilon exists." β
Little Lori didn't make a sound, and her partners had different expressions, and for a while the field seemed very quiet.
"Have you ever wondered what this strange caste system within the ghost, the level of secrecy tied to the caste system, the way it is managed, the vague instructions, the hidden listeners, and the inexplicable program of action, what is the purpose of the existence of the whole organization, why are you here, and what does the man over there have to do with you?" Dvoru stared at Eva with burning eyes, forcing little Lori to look away.
"To protect the candidates is to protect the future of the world, and that's all we believe. Eva looked at the ground and replied stubbornly.
"No, the ghost is just trying to use the candidate for a purpose. The lion shook his head slightly, "The man who is dying over there is a pawn, a tool, a hound, an arrow, he doesn't understand what he can do, and the instructions you receive are only to protect his life, and the only one who knows everything is the listener who hides behind the shadows." He knows everything that happens in every corner of the world, but he humbly hides behind the dark curtain of time and space, and lets you poor creatures go forward and give your lives one after another. β
"You're talking nonsense!" Little Lori raised her head like an electric shock and shouted, "Even the listener can't give accurate instructions, the candidate can do anything completely on his own will, we didn't take advantage of him!"
Dworu's eyes became gentle: "Candy, candy, you are still so naΓ―ve and cute." You're completely mistaken, the ghost isn't the savior you think you are, you've been fooled by a narrow, zhuanzhi, brainwashed education, and what the Brotherhood does is the only right choice. For the sake of humanity's tomorrow, these variables must be removed, and the death of the individual must be exchanged for a certain bright future for the whole world, which is the most glorious epitaph for a higher animal...... In the long course of time, this is only the most insignificant sacrifice. β
"Why does the Brotherhood think of itself as a savior?" Eva asked aloud, "Why?"
This time, Dvoru did not answer directly, "Tram problem." The philosopher Philippa Ford proposed the paradox that if five innocent people were tied to the tram tracks, and if the switch lever was pulled, the tram would enter another track with an innocent person tied to the other track. Would you pull the lever for five people to kill one?"
Little Lori was silent for a while, "I don't know. She said.
"To pull or not to pull, both options are immoral. Under this premise, we would rather bear the sin and become the greatest utilitarian in the history of mankind. Dvorul's eyes stared straight into the sunlight without evasion, "The Brotherhood will not hesitate to pull the lever and run over another for the lives of five people." ...... No, crush it hard. β