"Dvoru?"

A call came from nowhere. The man listened, and the voice disappeared. He felt a little bored. He sat in a room where there was nothing, furniture, doors, appliances, carpets, nothing, the floor was black walnut that had become shiny over the years, and the empty wall had a small window that cast a flickering light on the dark floor. It was a never-ending thunderstorm, rolling thunder that was muffled, and with each flash of lightning, Dvoru closed his eyes and let the light cast the pink hues of his eyelids and veins.

He didn't know what it was, and he didn't know what he was doing here. In fact, he didn't even know who he was. There were no mirrors in the room, and he couldn't see his face, and it took him a long time to look at his long, slender, smooth-skinned hands, and still didn't come to any conclusion. He didn't feel hungry or thirsty, and he didn't want to sleep, he was able to breathe freely, even though the window was firmly closed. For a while, he felt that he could stay in this room for a long time, until someone came to take him away. But at other times, he pounded every inch of the wall frantically, trying to dig a way to the outside world. There must be a door, right? How did he get in without a door? The window was too small for an adult to pass through, and his shirt was dry and smelled of laundry detergent.

"Dvoru?"

The voice sounded again, and the man jerked his head to stare at the blank wall, this time he heard it clearly, the voice was coming from this direction. He walked slowly to the wall and pressed his ear to it. The wall had no hidden tunnels, and was a sturdy reinforced concrete structure that could not be destroyed by manpower.

A distant voice came through the cold wall, a conversation between two people, one old and the other young: "Khormir!

"The Duke and I have reached the D118 position, and through the diffuse reflection of the ventilation shaft, we can temporarily connect to the spirit grid, and the Deputy Speaker, Lord Dareel Ambrose, and Ammasa are chasing the Chosen One, deeper under the bunker, and the Duke and I will continue to follow the signs they left behind. When we arrive at the central power distribution room, we will turn on the communication system of Panshen Cellar, so that through the signal interpretation of the terminal, we can connect all the Brotherhood cadres on the battlefield to the spirit grid. ”

"I see, how long will it take?"

"About ten minutes. There was some resistance on the way, the ghost's armed forces had not yet been cleared, and the guardian knight Belenko had already died. By the way, Lord Ambrose has already used the 'Necromancer' to create three mutants, and from the information he left behind, the mutants are still under control, and there is not much danger of overloading. ”

"Understood. Can you find Dvoru's location, Homir?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't search for psychic coordinates extensively from this angle, and the lion's body is covered with strong electrical charges that interfere with the access to the psychic grid. If he stays in point-of-t, I won't be able to lock his spot, Vice Speaker. Ah, we're leaving the ventilation shaft area, communication will be temporarily interrupted, and in ten minutes I'll be connected again through your personal interruption......"

The young voice disappeared, and the old voice sighed and shouted in a loud voice, "Dvoru, come out quickly, Dvoru! hell, we need your strength!"

The man in the room looked confused, he didn't know who this name was Dvoru, but it felt a little familiar, as if he had heard the name somewhere. He walked back to the center of the room and sat down, staring at the wall in confusion as he thought about things, his head empty and nothing to reminisce about. "Virtue ...... Voro scribbled with his fingers on the wooden floor, and a line of letters appeared in the thin dust, which he recognized as Dvoru's Polish spelling, and began to wonder why he knew Polish, a language that few people were familiar with.

The rain outside the window suddenly intensified, and the raindrops crackled on the glass window, and the man couldn't help but walk to the window to watch, and he couldn't see anything outside clearly through the flickering thunderstorm. A large, round drop of water hung in the corner of the window frame, and lightning streaked across the sky, reflecting a pale and distorted man's face on the droplet. Even if the shape was distorted, the face could still be faintly discerned, and the man was suddenly stunned, groping his hands for his mandible, the bridge of his nose, and his long golden hair, and muttering a name in his mouth.

Andrzej Vaznosawa. ”

He didn't know why he said the letters, because he didn't think it was his name. He returned to the middle of the room and wrote down the second name in the dust, still in Polish. The juxtaposition of the two names made him feel a little dizzy.

Without warning, he remembered something, and the fragments of memory associated with the name Andrzej Vaznosawa revived. He remembered that at one point, a man of medium stature with a beard on his upper lip had stood in a corner, fiddling with a rag and a wine glass. No, it's not in the corner, but behind a bar counter in the corner, the bar counter is also made of black walnut wood, the surface is pitted, I don't know how long it took to use; behind the bar are two large wine cabinets, the left one is stuffed with wine, the right one is full of glasses, and there are draft beer machines and ice machines hidden under the bar, and the ice machines are always out of order, so there is also a household Xiaoice cabinet in the corner of the bar against the wall, which is full of frozen ice cubes with forty ice grids, and a few bottles of frozen red wine used for Halloween parties to fix people.

The man was amazed at the many details of his memory. "What to drink?" asked the man behind the bar, wiping his whiskey glass clean, and with a deft flick of his backhand, it spun and flew into the wine cabinet with the finesse of a juggler, who, indeed, was a juggler.

"Guise?" said the blonde man in surprise, "why are you here? You, your face and body are healed? I remember you were so badly injured that you were only half of your face and almost died......

Guise glanced at him: "Captain, are you drunk? We haven't been on a mission for a long time, and the Polish branch is simply a forgotten corner of the organization...... Why don't you like sweet cocktails, but you got the best sugar cane juice today, with your favorite Bacardi white rum with lemon juice, mint leaves, soda, sugar cane juice and ice...... All right. ”

A refreshing and tempting drink is placed on the bar, and a dense mist quickly forms on the surface of the glass. Naturally, the blonde man walked over and sat down on the barstool, took a sip from his glass, "Oh, it tastes good." It has a summer feel. ”

"Summer in Cuba. Guise smiled, "When my circus went on tour of the Americas, I drank mojitos and Cuba Libre in Mexico, Cuba, Colombia for three whole months, and I can't forget the taste when I come back." ”

The blonde man drank half a cocktail in one go, "Great." ...... By the way, what's my name?"

"What's wrong with you, Captain," said Guise, "Captain, you look weird, and you'll be laughed at by Eva." She'll wake up at any moment, she's been sleeping all day. ”

“...... Eva?" The man covered his head with his hands, feeling an inexplicable tingling pain. He suddenly remembered that at some point, a little girl with a golden ponytail had slept soundly in another corner of the house. No, not in the corner, but in the corner of the billiard case, she likes to roll up a thin quilt and lie on the green velvet snooker table, and sleep all day.

"Ah, bastard, woken up by the two of you!" the man shouted anxiously, and the man turned around to see the girl sitting up from the billiard table, with the words "Sheffield Sports Institute Snooker Professional" on her cheek with a velvet table blanket. The table she had acquired from an import-export company was the first assignment in the Polish section, and the candidate was shot through the chest by a Brotherhood killer and died in the docks warehouse, half of the table red with blood flowing from his chest. Afterwards, Eva bought the table and put it in the bar, and wiped it all day, as if mourning the innocent man who died on it.

By the way, this should be a bar.

When Eva jumped off the table and walked towards the bar, there was suddenly a lot more stuff in the empty room. A dim lamp hung from the ceiling, the walls were half-naked posters, neon signs, small chalkboards and dartboards for wine specials, and a few small round tables filled the rest of the room, the smell of alcohol and tobacco wafted through the air, and the radio played old Tom Witz songs.

The blonde girl jumps on a barstool and asks Gise for a matini of an apple without ice. Drinking the wine in the glass in one gulp and chewing on the red apple pieces, Eva said vaguely: "Captain, have you seen those newcomers? Then again, it's all gamma minus, don't worry too much. ”

The man was stunned for a moment: "Newcomer?"

Several people appeared in the bar, standing stiffly, hands clasped.

"Bote, nicknamed Beard. "I can do a little bit of everything, whether it's driving, repairing firearms, electronic warfare, or using a sniper rifle." ”

"George. The white-faced boy said, "I—I'm not afraid of death!" No matter who I fight, I'll rush to the front." ”

The blonde man hesitated, "You guys...... Do you know who I am?"

"You're the captain of the Polish branch of the Ghost 'Iron Mine', sir!" replied the white-faced George aloud.