"I think we are friends. We are connected to each other and love and hate each other... more real friends!" With an awkward tone and some gestures that could not hide the emptiness in his heart, although he sat there quietly
When he stated himself, in fact, even he himself didn’t quite believe what he said.
The listener observed the words and expressions, but his face was expressionless. He just smiled in response and asked: "Then what do you still care about?"
"What?" The comfortable recliner did not give him a sense of security. He sat up and turned his face sideways with doubtful eyes.
"Haha, I was too abrupt. What I mean is, what makes you think that what you are doing now may ruin this...friendship that you cherish each other?"
"Tsk...hiss!" He took a deep breath and gestured his approval. He thought about it calmly, and then suddenly laughed.
The final reply was a piece of paper placed in the hands of the listener.
The reason was written straightforwardly on his brow: "Draft on the final disposition of the descendants of the Empire."
Then, although he probably knew something terrible, the listener remained calm and composed. He only kept his eyes on the document for a second and then put it down. He also sat up and faced him face to face.
It seemed that he was not used to being so close to being looked directly into the eyes. He escaped for a moment, and finally looked calmly into the eyes of the listener.
Those blue, starry sky eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything.
"It's more real. It may just be conveyed from your own heart. To a certain extent, all of this is the result of self-conjecture. So..."
Upon hearing this "so", his pupils instinctively narrowed a lot.
"So, Mr. Runk, maybe your friend is not actually your friend! At least it is limited to your self-identification, not his!"
This was not the first time he heard such an answer. Steven Lang laughed, but this time he really smiled happily, disappointedly, and sadly.
"So, you always think that I am taming a wild beast, but my wild beast friend is actually just a friend of mine?"
The listener shrugged noncommittally and said, "Who knows, maybe when it's not so hungry, you can safely put your arm in its mouth, but that doesn't mean it really won't bite!"
Langk understood. He stood up, gave an official smile, and shook hands out of courtesy, and left the elegant room.
As the listener, he took off his mask, closed the door with a stern face and returned to the living room. He hurriedly picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.
Listening anxiously to a string of notes that seemed to be separated by a lifetime, cold sweat inevitably broke down on his forehead.
"Hello!"
After an unknown amount of time, the call was finally connected. He hurriedly said: "Go quickly, take them and get out of there! Everyone!"
But there were no doubts or strange inquiries on the other end of the phone. It was just a quiet moment before a low voice came: "I really feel sorry for you...doctor!"
This sound sounded as abruptly as a death knell.
Time suddenly froze, and then he discovered the document that had been "accidentally" forgotten on the table...
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Three minutes and fifty-two seconds after Lange left, a muffled sound of falling to the ground came from the locked room.
Then the old housekeeper who was concentrating on driving looked at the rearview mirror and said: "The house has been cleaned, sir!"
Langke was closing his eyes to rest. After hearing this, he just nodded slightly.
The black motorcade advanced slowly through the city. No one knew who these people were or what they were going to do. But when passers-by looked at it, a solemn and solemn feeling with a bit of mystery stirred people's imagination.
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"Two hundred and sixty kilograms! Well... thirty-two sains!" The sloppy fat man calculated the price, not caring about the hard work involved in the bloody fingerprints on the ore.
"What?! It's only thirty-two seins! Cigarette butts, two hundred and forty pounds last time were worth forty seins!" The worker who crawled out of the dark corridor just now complained. He felt that although he had survived, he was still alive.
I saw the sun, but my heart was driven into hell.
"Hmph! The recent business has been difficult, and I don't know how much dirt has been stuffed into these mineral materials by you bastards. Giving you thirty-two Thains is an advantage! Don't waste time, get it to me quickly.
Get out of here, money!"
The thin worker still wanted to struggle. In his opinion, even giving him one more Thain would be good, but the cold muzzle turned towards him. He reluctantly picked up the money, squeezed through the crowd and left silently.
"Next!"
The cigarette butt coughed out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and he stared at the tunnel irritably, but after a long time, he didn't see the next worker crawling out.
So he tilted his head at his men. The big black man holding the exploiter took a closer look. He saw a figure shorter than the thin worker before who was struggling to crawl out. He looked small because he was kneeling.
He walked forward slowly, because he carried much more things than the others, so he could only use his hands and feet, kneeling on his knees, and slowly climbed up.
But the light was clearly right in front of him, only less than four or five meters away, but it was extremely far away for this thin figure.
The big black man seemed to recognize the man. After hesitating for a moment, he took a peek at the boss who was drinking water, walked quickly down the tunnel, and raised his hand to help him drag the mineral out of the tunnel.
The dust had covered his appearance, and all he had was a pair of bright eyes, and his chapped lips were covered with blood stains. He said a hoarse thank you, and then pushed the mine cart onto the scale alone.
Cigarette Butt never looks at the appearance of the workers, only staring at the blood-red numbers in front of him.
Then he opened his eyes wide and muttered: "Uh... four... four hundred... four hundred and fifty-five pounds? How is that possible!?"
The workers waiting for others around them also stood up in surprise. Only a few people in the corner smiled as usual.
"Brother Sen is still so powerful, he can drag something weighing more than 400 kilograms!"
"That's right, after all Brother Sen! And Brother Sen is no better than us. One person can eat enough and the whole family won't be hungry. It's reasonable for him to work so hard!"
"Oh, from what you said, it sounds like you could drag out four hundred kilograms of mine even if I gave you my whole wife!"
"Uh...hehe...I don't have the ability to marry a wife!"
Everyone laughed after hearing this.
The other side of the cigarette butt was still surprised, but after seeing the appearance of the worker dragging out the ore, he stopped talking.
He sat down and did the math, and said: "Four hundred and fifty-five pounds, fifty-six sane!"
The unkempt Lin Sen took the money, said nothing, walked through the crowd and walked out of the mountain.
Several people in the corner saw Lin Sen leaving and hurriedly followed him.
Although Lin Sen knew this group of people, they were actually not very familiar with them. The reason why they waited for Lin Sen to go with them was not purely out of emotion, because deep in the mine far away from the dome building, there were only Lin Sen and his group.
There has never been an accident. This is really rare and weird without weapon protection, because not even one of those bloodthirsty beasts hiding deep in the mountains and rivers can be seen.
So gradually more and more people chose to go home with Lin Sen.
Now there are more than ten in a row.
Because he had long been accustomed to Lin Sen's taciturn demeanor, no one bothered him on the road.
Lin Sen didn't talk to them, and just walked in front silently. When he arrived at a familiar place, he washed off the dirt and changed clothes. Everyone became cautious, because not far ahead was the Cerberus Dome.
There are countless slums scattered around the periphery, and before entering these parasite-like slums, you have to pass through a surveillance barrier patrolled by the Wings of Freedom Guards of the Federation.
Although the towering surveillance barrier is not as breathtaking as the Wall of Sighs, it is still an impossible task to climb over it. Therefore, Lin Sen and his party have only one way to pass through it, and that is to drill through a tunnel dug out of the cannibal sand skull.
tunnels, and also have to find the exact time point to avoid the patrols of the coalition guards.
"Everyone, hurry up! The patrols of the United Government will be back in ten minutes, and the sand skull will wake up after sunset!" The oldest middle-aged man in the team urged, but Lin Sen still left
At the front, he was the first to get into the tunnel dug by the skull.
After about ten minutes of groping in the darkness, a "ding-ding-ding" sound came from near and far. Lin Sen was the first to pass through the ten-meter-thick wall, and then took the fastest steps.
Speed through the open surveillance area and run to a safe place.
Then the second, the third...
As the number of people gradually increased, and the increasingly clear "ding-ding-ding" sound of deceleration occurred, the people still in the tunnel began to become impatient.
"Damn, hurry up! They are coming, I don't want to stay here for another half hour!"
But no matter how much you push, the second half of the manually dug tunnel can only accommodate one person crawling forward. So when the last person climbed out of the tunnel, before the smile on his face was full, he heard people in the distance shouting at him.
Said: "Squat down quickly! The patrol train of the enc is coming!"
Then, before the poor guy could hide, dazzling lights shrouded him. In the open surveillance area, the limping guy whose feet were entangled in vines in the tunnel seemed to suddenly become a big star.
Still surrounded by lights!
He smiled miserably and uttered a few words: "Take good care of my brother!"
He slowly turned around and became the center of attention in that desolate place.
Then just a moment later, a rainbow light flashed, a sharp cry came, and he turned into a ball of blood mist and exploded. The people hiding in the dark did not hear even the slightest sound from him. One person just like this
It dissipates, then the lights move away and the dance ends.
As a series of ding-ding-ding sounds gradually became more urgent, the patrol train began to move slowly...
Everyone was stunned for a while, and then there were a few sighs, some laughed at themselves, and some smacked their lips. Only Lin Sen was indifferent and did not look back. He walked silently far ahead, because his home was not far away.