Machine guns were firing, and human screams were heard from time to time.
Far from the dramatic emotional sounds in film and television works, when people are pierced by bullets and their internal organs are torn apart, they often do not seem to be the sounds made by humans, but the weird howls of wild animals.
The pain of ringworm in his legs made Colin a little lame. He staggered through the narrow streets under the dim lampposts. He wanted to go to Irina's place, a sanatorium on Staten Island in the edge of Liberty City.
She needs to be moved to a safe place before things are revealed.
I don't know why, but the most wonderful time since then is conflicting in my mind.
He had forgotten how he insulted that woman. Since one day, Ingrid became hysterical, insane, and her behavior became weirder day by day. She soaked herself in a bathtub full of ice water at two o'clock in the morning.
, or get angry without warning and chop everything in the house to pieces with a kitchen knife.
Over time.
Colin couldn't bear it anymore.
He has forgotten the face he hated and all the unpleasant words he said at that time.
The night is cool.
Colin finally arrived at the nursing home in Staten Island. He now doesn't even dare to use his personal cell phone. The Countermeasures Bureau will conduct an intensive search for his whereabouts.
While Irina was researching in the second department, she learned about Colin's defection from the first department and his collusion with SCT. At least that's what the official news said, and she had to spare no effort to find him.
So she has been waiting in the nursing home, overlooking the door and walls of the nursing home from the high-rise window, knowing that Colin will definitely come.
When she saw a roll of wire hooked on the fence, Irina was 100% sure that it was Colin and hurried down to pick him up to prevent others from seeing her.
The scenery in the sanatorium was like a wealthy man's resort. Five minutes later, Irina took Colin to a secluded material warehouse. Seeing that Colin was in extremely poor condition, the vision had backfired to an extremely serious level. If not
Deal with it as soon as possible. In less than a month, no, maybe even two weeks, you will be swallowed by the abyss, go crazy and die violently.
Irina thinks that Opal Pim's matter must have been discovered, otherwise Colin would not be in this situation.
After confirming that she was not exposed, Irina looked at Colin's injuries. His shoulders were bleeding faintly, and there was also a very cold hoarfrost spreading. Just standing next to him, the temperature seemed to be low.
Several dozen degrees.
"Who hurt you like this?"
Irina knows very well that Colin's ability is not something that a small character can deal with.
"He's the deputy director of the Countermeasures Bureau."
"Luca."
Thinking back to the weird ammunition, Colin still had lingering fears, but there was no time to talk about it now.
"Where's Ingrid?"
Colin asked.
"Don't worry."
"Procedurally, she is already dead. I have also assigned a new identity to her. People from the Countermeasures Bureau will never be able to find her."
Irina probably guessed Colin's purpose of coming here.
"I want to take her away."
"Even so, I'm still worried."
"People from the Countermeasures Bureau, they are everywhere, and everything in this world is invisible."
Since they could find the refuge hut on the lonely peak, they would definitely be able to find Ingrid.
"You have to... think about it."
"Her condition is already very serious. If she is taken away forcibly."
"Maybe it won't last long."
Irina had no intention of stopping Colin, and it was up to him to decide.
Colin was silent for a while.
"You and I have a connection. We both worked in Section 11 before. Your situation is also very dangerous."
"Take you with me and continue your sleep therapy."
Colin made this decision and told Irina the truth about the specially-made ammunition, which is tempered from the cerebrospinal fluid of ordinary people. These bullets are made of living people.
But there was nothing unexpected about Irina's expression.
"I know."
"Or maybe I've never believed in so-called neurotoxins."
"The infection is not organic, but mental."
"I secretly studied the ingredients of bullets and found some impurities in them that had not been completely extracted, which are human brain secretions."
Irina's eyes dodge a little and she spoke calmly.
"Now that you know."
"Isn't there a little... psychological burden?"
Colin asked.
"Many times there is no room for consideration, but it has to be done."
"Otherwise, all ordinary people, ordinary employees in the countermeasures bureau, are just lambs to be slaughtered when faced with infected people."
"Furthermore, sleep therapy requires not only researchers like me, but also the support of large-scale equipment and a peaceful and calm environment."
"You can understand that you can't take her into exile and have efficient treatment at the same time."
"Besides, I won't leave here."
"Unfortunately...I am not a warrior."
"It's very safe here. You can rest assured. I am now the main staff member of Section 2. Although my authority is not very high, small things like this will not be exposed. As long as I am alive, your wife will be absolutely safe."
Although Irina did not help Colin make a choice or persuade her, given that woman's condition, as long as she leaves here, she will soon become worse than Colin now.
Colin leaned against the wall a little weakly, not knowing how to make a decision. He still couldn't rest assured because it was too dangerous.
"If you take her out."
"How long can you live?"
Colin has no intention of giving up.
"If the situation is optimistic, it should take about two months."
"It involves a lot and is a little complicated."
Irina looked at her watch. There were still eleven hours until Di Bong's public trial.
"What's the shortest?"
"If it's the worst case scenario."
Colin hesitated a little.
"Ten days."
"As long as she falls into the memories of the past again, remembering who she is and the various stimulations she has received."
"It will collapse quickly, and the vision will swallow her up in an instant."
"Not everyone has the same... willpower as you."
Even if Colin didn't speak.
But looking at the slightly desperate face, Irina had already guessed his choice.
"I can..."
"Take a last look at her."
"Just looking at it from a distance, this shouldn't affect the sleep therapy."
As Irina said, if Ingrid continues to stay here, there is still a glimmer of hope for her, waiting for the day when the abyssal disease ends. If she is taken away blindly, she will be dead.
"sure."
Irina led Colin through the mountain-like nursing home, and finally came to a three-story building, with Ingrid's ward upstairs.
When walking to the gate.
Colin suddenly stopped.
Perhaps it was Irina's illusion, but Colin suddenly changed his movements for a moment. It was a very strange phenomenon, as if the frame had dropped.
"Can I trust you?"
He asked extremely solemnly.
"If you trust Gray."
Irina answered calmly.
"Yeah."
Say it.
Colin did not enter the building and quickly left the nursing home.
Irina came to the ward on the third floor and saw Ingrid in a hospital gown standing by the window, looking at Colin's leaving figure.