Is the death row plan really complete? Is the so-called death row plan really necessary?
Gareth was thinking about the future of the old Dunling, but suddenly found that the expected future had already gone astray. It was heading down a dark road, and he had no chance to save it.
"Probably... As you know, I'm not very good at planning," Percival said seriously. She is only good at executing orders. "I will do whatever you say."
"Can you carry out my orders with absolute loyalty?"
Gareth looked at her. He was not Arthur, but as the defender of the Broken Dome, he also had the power to order the knight captains.
"Of course," Percival said, not understanding why Gareth suddenly acted like this. "Isn't this natural?"
"Absolutely loyal, without any room for doubt, or even blindly loyal?"
Gareth continued to ask, his eyes burning, eager to get something from Percival.
At this time, Percival realized that something was wrong with Gareth, she put away her smile and asked seriously.
"What are you questioning? Gareth."
This familiar colleague has always been very stable, so he can rationally control the entire Old Dunling through the Broken Dome, and make all departments of the purification agency run at full speed.
"Something's wrong, something's not right, Percival."
Gareth kept saying it over and over, feeling that he was about to find it, find the loophole that he had not noticed until now.
"Death row, old Dun Ling, riot suppressor, demon..."
The direction of the battle continued to evolve in his mind, and in the end Gareth denied everything.
"There's no need for this."
As time went by, Gareth, like Lorenzo, felt more and more uneasy, but unlike Lorenzo, Lorenzo himself "privately" formulated a new plan, while Gareth
Feeling panic before this unknown.
"There is something wrong with the idea of 'death row'. Why should we build a shelter in Old Dunling? Just because it is at our core? There are obviously more suitable and secluded places."
Hearing Gareth's words, there seemed to be thunder in Percival's mind. She seemed to have been pacing in a small circle before, and with Gareth's words, a gap opened in the small circle, allowing
Percival got out of the misunderstanding of his thinking.
She felt a chill and couldn't help but shiver.
"I can understand starting a war in Old Dunling. We can quickly deploy troops here. As long as important departments don't fall, we can fight the monsters in this city for several months, but...but..."
Gareth could hear a small cracking sound, and the thing that had been holding him back was about to break.
"The man behind the death row plan was Lorenzo Holmes."
Percival's expression was serious and his eyes were full of tension. The origin of all this weirdness was because of this plan, and the maker of this plan was Lorenzo.
"Do you doubt Lorenzo?" she asked.
"Lorenzo..."
Gareth recalled this guy named Lorenzo Holmes. Because he lived in the Broken Dome, Gareth had almost never had close contact with Lorenzo. In his memory, the longest time between the two of them was
The exchange was also when this madman drove the airship away from Old Dunling.
He began to doubt Lorenzo, but thinking of what Lorenzo had done, Gareth felt that he should not doubt it.
"I don't know. The more I do it, the more I realize something is wrong. More importantly, it seems that no one else has noticed this." Gareth walked towards his office. "For example, you, you didn't realize it before.
These vulnerabilities exist, don't they?"
"The death row plan seems to have no problem, but if you think about it carefully, it still has too many loopholes. How can loopholes exist in the purge agency?"
The more Gareth thought about it, the more frightened he became.
"Most importantly, Percival, do you remember that you were involved in discussing the plan?"
Percival froze on the spot.
Yes, the death row plan involves the entire old Dunling. Such an important matter should go through a long period of planning. But in Percival's memory, the death row plan suddenly appeared without warning, and everyone believed in this plan.
, proceeding blindly.
"How is this going?"
Percival murmured to himself.
Gareth stretched out his hand and placed it on the doorknob. Just as he was about to turn the door open, he thought of something again and whispered.
"Zuo Zhen..."
The old man's face came to mind. This strange Jiuxia man always had a faint smile on his face, as if he was wearing a false mask.
Gareth realized the key to all this, and it was at this time that he opened the door to the office.
There is a cold wind blowing.
The glass was shattered, and among the debris on the floor, a stranger was sitting in his seat. Next to the table was a twisted iron-grey sword blade that looked like a long nail.
No words or prompts were needed. The first moment Gareth saw this man, the instinct from the depths of his soul was screaming. It was warning Arthur and urging him to
get away.
"who!"
Percival also saw the stranger rushing in. She pulled out her pistol and pointed it at the stranger, ready to pull the trigger at any time.
"So...that's it..."
Gareth stood there, muttering to himself.
The moment he saw the stranger, Gareth not only felt fear in his heart, but also felt pure whiteness that exploded in an instant.
The dusty mystery collapsed, revealing its original appearance.
He understood everything, and in this moment, all the conspiracies and tricks revealed their original truth to him.
This is the real "death row".
Gareth couldn't help but sigh for Lorenzo. He even wanted to clap his hands and applaud him to praise the decision made by this lunatic, but... he seemed to have no chance to praise Lorenzo.
"run!"
Gareth pushed Percival away and yelled.
"Believe it, absolutely and blindly believe in Death Row!"
"What?"
Without an answer, under Percival's confused eyes, Gareth punched the alarm placed at the door, smashing the glass cover with it.
Blood dripped, and the piercing sirens resounded throughout the Broken Dome.
People were stunned at first, looking around blankly and at a loss.
This is the Broken Dome, a pure land that has not been touched by demons since its establishment. The same goes for the alarm, which almost never sounds.
But soon, they became nervous and fearful.
This is the core of the purification mechanism, and now the core has been invaded.
At this moment, time seemed to slow down. The two looked at each other. In each other's eyes, with the tacit understanding of many years of work, they knew each other's intentions.
Percival's expression showed a hint of reluctance, but he did not hesitate.
She looked at Gareth intently, remembering his appearance deeply in her mind. Her leaning figure stabilized with the furious stamping of her feet, and Percival's figure bounced up, moving very fast towards the corridor without looking back.
Running wildly at the end.
At the same time, the heavy gate began to fall, sealing off the locations where the alarm sounded one by one.
"How decisive. Are you Arthur?"
The stranger stood up and stood there, looking at Gareth with a smile.
Gareth shook his head. He was in a very calm mood at the moment. Perhaps he was too scared and could no longer feel other emotions. Even the so-called fear became pale and numb.
"No, Arthur is not here often," Gareth looked at the stranger, "You can call me Gareth."
He took a deep breath and called the devil's name.
"Roger Cruz."
Roger seemed a little surprised when Gareth called out his name. He picked up the spike and said with some confusion.
"I guess we haven't met before, right?"
"Lorenzo said that Edron kills people very quickly and usually doesn't talk nonsense. Roger is the one who talks nonsense." Gareth said calmly.
As he spoke, his hand slowly moved to his waist, trying to touch the firearm stuck in his waist.
"Lorenzo? Oh, the one who holds [Final Echo]?"
With the information deliberately leaked by Watson, this information had already been known to Roger. However, Gareth, who was unaware of all this, felt a burst of pressure at this time. He did not expect Lorenzo to be exposed so quickly.
Their tricks pale in front of absolute power.
"Hmm? Do you want to resist? I can give you this chance."
Roger noticed Gareth's little move and didn't pay attention at all.
Just as he spared Lorenzo at the end of the world, he likes to give people a chance, a chance to fight fairly.
Just like smelting metal, no matter what kind of fire it goes through, there will always be a trace of impurities. The same is true for Roger. No matter how infiltrated by the unspeakable, there is still a trace of the will of "Roger Cruz".
If I'm wrong, then try to deny me.
Gareth shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"I have no chance of winning, it's just a futile effort."
"Give it a try. This is the end of your life anyway," Roger encouraged.
Gareth remained unmoved. The next moment, a sharp sound cut his eardrums, and the twisted spikes were reflected in his eyes, constantly amplifying, and thrown towards Gareth.
Spikes penetrated the wall, and Gareth was knocked out of the office in the smoke. After the alarm, the place was completely sealed. There were not many places where he could escape, so he could only run in vain.
"Yes! That's it. I've seen many people like you, and they all look down on death. But when death comes, they still can't help but cry and beg for mercy."
Roger took off the spike and walked out of the office, followed by Gareth.
He liked this, watching these guys who upheld their ideals collapse and howl under the threat of death, throwing away all the so-called dignity and morality, leaving only a pitiful soul begging for mercy.
Gareth gasped, like a dirty rat hiding from the light.
He raised his pistol and fired back. Roger didn't even have the intention to block. The bullet landed on the dark armor and bounced off sparks.
It felt bad, Gareth knew exactly what Roger was doing.
He is playing with his own life, wanting to see all the bad qualities he will produce under the weight of death. He is looking forward to his own collapse and his own wailing.
Too bad, the last time Gareth felt like this in his life was when he was locked up in prison. At that time, his future was gloomy... But that time he was waiting for Percival.
What about this time?
"Sure enough, I've always had bad luck."
Gareth muttered half-jokingly, counting the remaining bullets. He controlled the extent of the chase and made Roger enjoy it as much as possible.
He watched his hysterical rebellion, and when Roger got tired of it, it was his own death.
Death is approaching.
Gareth stopped, turned around, and under Roger's gaze, adjusted his clothes to make himself look as tidy as possible.
"Just give up?" Roger asked.
The spike shot through the air again, streaking along Gareth's cheek. The hideous scar exploded, and his left eye turned scarlet.
Gareth did not retreat. He endured the pain and stood firmly on the spot.
"Did the ten seconds you fought for just make you decide to give up completely?" Roger was a little disappointed, "So...the so-called 'Knight Commander' is like this? It's really disappointing. What are you going to say next?"
, begging for mercy?”
In Roger's eyes, Gareth was just a miserable maggot. He thought there would be a pleasant hunt, but the prey escaped a few steps before being completely crushed by the pressure. He began to doubt Gareth's position.
Did you get it through the back door?
"So sublimation is right, abandoning these bad qualities and becoming a greater existence."
Roger whispered, like a magic spell, hypnotizing himself.
"No, I just decided something in these ten seconds... As you said, many people take death lightly, but when death really comes, they will still tremble non-stop."
Gareth laughed at himself. He had tried very hard to stop his hands from shaking, but they were still shaking and he couldn't even hold the gun.
He had stayed in the Broken Dome for too long, so long that he had forgotten the fear of death in his comfort.
"It sounds easy, but in fact it's really difficult...it takes a lot of courage."
Gareth had no chance of winning, but he still picked up the pistol tremblingly and did exactly the opposite of what he said.
"I just hope I don't die too ugly."
"I can grant you this wish." Roger said.
"I'm not talking to you," Gareth raised his other hand, combed his collar and straightened it, "I was just talking to myself."
A smile appeared on his face.
Roger realized what Gareth was going to do, but Gareth didn't give him the time for [Gap] to invade.
Gareth should have done all this in the office, but Roger was right, Gareth was one of the "many people" who would be afraid to make a decision.
So Gareth needed ten seconds to calm down, to calm down his violently beating heart, to tidy up his clothes, to manage his expression, so that he could once again have the so-called dignity and accept it all calmly.
Finally... finally, let's recall some good things.
Gareth's hand stopped trembling and became as steady as steel. He suddenly raised it and pointed the gun at his temple.
Pull the trigger.
Along with his own brain, memory, and life, they were all shattered and penetrated.