"What's your look?" The night watchman stared at Anger in a daze. At this moment, he even woke up his drowsy head.
Anger shook his head and placed the wine glass on his lips and took a sip. "How long has Beowulf lost contact?"
"Four days. It seems that we have been here for four days." The Night Watcher was not particularly concerned about this. He just knew that Beowulf had lost contact since entering Tokyo.
"Those old guys can't help it after only four days? Why are they not confident about that old guy?" Anger raised his brows.
He never stood by the group of old guys who were afraid of hands and feet and hesitant. Perhaps they were once the pillars of the same era, with fearless and wise edge.
But time is destined to be a ruthless carving knife. He can carve wrinkles little by little, and erode wisdom little by little. Now these old guys sitting in the Temple of Heroes have rarely seen the wise wise men of the past, and they have the only ones.
Capital only has valuable experience that was once the only one.
But what they didn't know was that what they used to support them to turn these experiences into themselves was decisiveness and bravery. These were the things they lacked the most.
If Angers had done this, he would have directly asked EVA to launch a general attack when Beowulf lost contact, and would not give any chance to react to the Eight families.
And if you choose to endure...
He would not endure it. When he decided to attack the Bajia of the Snake Qi, it must be the moment when he realized the time was ripe. At that time, nothing could stop his will, even if he had broken his sharp knife on the battlefield.
If he goes up, he will also kill a piece of meat from the enemy.
"It cannot be compared to the same day. That place is the real den of a dragon and a tiger, and it is the only place where EVA has hindered penetration." The night watchman's rare calm analysis.
"They should also be confident in Beowulf. That is the oldest mixed-race species in the Secret Party, and theoretically the most powerful mixed-race species." Anger took a sip.
"What if they really can't help it?" the night watchman questioned.
"That's what happened seriously?" Anger spoke easily.
"What serious incident?" the night watchman continued to ask,
"Old guy, you're putting me in a pit step by step." Anger had a smile on his lips, and he looked through this guy with a clumsy method.
"Tell me, what happened? What could make the guy who could just drink and watch the erotic paintings all day long, look away and turn to the table of rights?" Anger spoke.
The night watchman smiled bitterly, "You should be mentally prepared."
"Hahaha, old guy, you really don't look like you. Where is the Vladimir I know who is unruly and can still ride on the Valhalla to pee on the head of the Valhalla?"
"Angers, you should know what I guessed I was going to say." The Night Watcher's voice became a little bit serious.
"Let me tell me." Angers hooked at the other party.
"Beowulf is dead."
The night watchman's voice is very short,
But the atmosphere in the air shook. At this moment, even the sunlight tilted down the roof became dim. Clouds covered the sun and the sky became cool. Anger held the wine glass and crossed his legs without moving.
Sitting there,
He is graceful, gentle, he is casual, natural.
But she sat there motionlessly, her eyelashes hanging in the shadows were like exquisitely carved wax figures.
Three seconds later, Anger gently raised the wine glass in his hand, and then sprinkled the amber-toned wine on his cherished floor.
"The warriors who accompanied him have also died." Angers spoke slowly towards the Night Watcher.
"Only Gilgamesh survived."
Angers' mouth emitted a grey obscure language, which was ancient Hebrew, and this was their last pious blessing to the warriors who died on the battlefield.
After the ceremony, the atmosphere in the room began to relax.
Angers put down his wine glass, laying his arms behind his head halfway on the chair, his eyes crossing the ceiling and looking towards the sky.
"Although you often have many disagreements in political views, they are consistent from the fundamental starting point..." The night watchman said stumblingly, obviously he was not suitable to persuade such things.
Anger reached out to interrupt the night watchman, "No need to say these useless words, I really don't feel happy about him. The interests have influenced a warrior into a politician. This is the tragedy of the times. I even wanted to slash with one knife for this.
Death him, but I cannot deny his strength. His original intention to the Secret Party has already made his outstanding contribution to the Secret Party.
Tell me if he ends up like a warrior.” Angers slowly poured himself a glass of wine, which symbolized the blood of Jesus in this Bible.
"I don't know that the academy did not get specific information about that period, but in Gilgamesh's description, there was a shocking battle.
I think he should charge forward furiously like his personality, and then die with glory in the arena where he fights with the dragon clan. He is a hero, and he will always be a hero."
"That's good." Anger poured the wine into his body in one mouthful and stood up.
"What are you going to do?" The night watchman stared at Angers who was walking towards the door.
"Relax, I, the old man, can't stand such a serious atmosphere." Angers stretched out, and the wind blew through his silver hair, and the old man inside became gentle and kind again.
"But Beowulf is dead!"
"I know, but I've just finished praying."
"The academy needs you to come back. They are about to go to war with the Eight Snakes. EVA has invaded the military's nuclear weapons! Those old men are already crazy."
"Isn't this something you can care about?" Anger turned his head and stared at the Nightwatcher.
The night watchman's eyes stagnated, and the unshirkable aura of his body collapsed in an instant, "Oh, forget it, my unlucky son will die."
The night watchman secretly glanced at Anger who turned around and wailed, "Although he looks older than me, he is bald at a young age, and has two glasses bigger than dark circles, but he is my son after all."
, It seems that I can only bear to bear the black-haired man to send the bald man…”
As Angers got closer and closer to the door, the night watchmen screamed louder and louder.
When Angers took his hand and was about to touch the door handle, the night watchman fell to the ground with a loud bang, looking like he was in pain and my life was over.
Click!
The wind blew through the open door. Anger turned his back to the room and sighed helplessly, "Old guy, you are still as shameless as ever. Your son's face is about to be thrown away by you.
”
"What's that? When I was chasing him, I could dance naked on the street."
"Didn't you talk about the Chacha dance last time?"
"Oh, that's why I remembered it wrong."
Anger's mouth became even more helpless, and finally sighed,
"It's the decision made by Frost, that guy. It seems that I'm not in the Secret Party, and the Gatuso family has begun to do it freely, but it doesn't matter,
They are all a bunch of damn old guys. I am not surprised at all no matter what stupid decisions they make, as long as they bear the consequences for their actions.
This matter has nothing to do with me, but I will convey your concerns about Professor Manstein truthfully.
If I, the principal, still have weight in his heart, don't ruin my beloved floor next time." Anger stared at the dirt that had been ground into black by the night watchman, and he said it was very uncomfortable.
"You may have guessed wrong this time, it's not the dog thief of Frost." The night watchman pried open a bottle of brandy and blew it against each other.
"oh?"
"You would never have thought." The night watchman exclaimed.
Valley Temple
"Pompeii?" Anger frowned.
puff!
The brandy in the night watchman's mouth sprayed on the floor instantly, and the flowing liquid gradually eroded the book door below, and Anger's brows frowned even more.
Seeing the night watchman's reaction, Anger knew that he had guessed correctly. He slowly walked forward, and his back disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.
...
...
Lu Mingfei lay quietly on the bed, his spiritless eyes staring at the ceiling above, with skin exploding on the ceiling, and strange-shaped skin exploding.
He stared at the pattern above, and in his mind, the scene of the baby in the garden coming and going in the water. They chased each other, met dolphins, jellyfish, and also met tender flowers on the growing mountains, and met the black who was inserted into the entrance of hell.
sword……
He smiled, and under the unswerving eyes, the corners of his mouth were smiling silently.
The snow-white color around it seemed to have wings for his thoughts, and countless eyes appeared on it, disappeared, appeared, and disappeared again.
at last
Click!
The door was suddenly opened.
Lu Mingfei suddenly woke up, and a trace of color was injected into Wu Shen's eyes.
He woke up like a dream and wanted to get up, but what came immediately was a stinging pain, and the whole body was extremely stinging.
It was like breaking apart the whole person, and the cells in his body were splitting. He screamed and roared in pain, like a wild beast.
The nurse who opened the door quickly accelerated her pace, then grabbed the tranquilizer on the bedside table and stabbed Lu Mingfei's body.
She was very quick and skillful, just like she had practiced countless times, but in fact she had also operated many times.
From the moment they received this patient, their worldview was also destined to be subverted in the treatment surgery.
He was escorted by police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances. In the process, she even saw the family helicopters, which surrounded the most middle vehicles from afar, and countless gun barrels.
Pointing vigilantly at the ambulance in the middle.
When the man was sent to them, the nurse once thought that the family had asked their medical department to send the man to the morgue.
Because he was dead, no one could survive the wounds of the bowl-sized wounds in his chest, and even half of his heart was cut off.
What's more, his injuries were not only that. His face was extremely pale, and the blood in his body had already dried up during the transportation process.
But the order from their medical team was to treat!
Make every effort to treat it!
No one disobeyed the family's orders.
So, the operation began.
She, a young nurse who had just entered the family, was deeply shocked. She never expected that such a number of bullets could be stored in a person's body.
No human characteristics could be seen on his back, it was like a piece of rotten flesh squeezed into a piece of wound. The first thing he took out was a sharp shrapnel that was long enough to be a finger.
Such a large shrapnel is stuck in the body, for ordinary people, it must be stored in the body for a lifetime, because almost no doctor dares to take out such a large shrapnel.
The second one.
The third one.
...
Until the first pot of blood-soaked bullet shells were sent out of the operating room. The second pot was ready...
All the doctors were shocked, and even the attending doctors in charge of the operation turned pale. They could hardly imagine what kind of tragic battles had happened on this man. This number of bullets was enough to instantly kill a person.
Muddy.
They bandaged the man's body and wrapped it in a bandage like a normal patient, ready to finish it.
They had no other emotions except surprise during the whole process, and they didn't even have the usual tension.
Because no one can be nervous about a dead person, should we be nervous about worrying that he will suddenly come back to life?!
Just kidding! The little nurse swears with her little finger that if he can survive, he will serve him on the spot!
It may be because of God's mercy, or it may be because Lu Mingfei's angry grasp of the opportunity.
After 0101 seconds after the little nurse swears.
Lu Mingfei's heart beat.
Plop!
Plop!
Everyone who was about to leave the operating room was stunned.
They turned their heads together and looked back, then were stunned.
No one can be calm when he sees half of his heart beating, just as no one can focus on what underwear his horse is wearing when the prince comes on a white horse.
The surgeon exploded!
Everyone was blown up, they fled out frantically, and then were blocked by the law enforcement officers at the door.
Now the nurse knows that the real surgery has really begun since then.
The awakened man screamed loudly like a lion, screaming endlessly, as if all the pain was bursting at this moment. They injected him with sedatives and frantically injected sedatives.
It was at this time that the bandages wrapped around him began to leach blood. They wet the sheets along the bandages, and then dripped down like spring water...
The doctor was frightened. How could a guy who had already dried up his blood still have so much blood? This extraordinary thing disrupted the doctor's decades of surgical experience, but fortunately his professionalism is still there.
A series of equipment was piled on Lu Mingfei's body, and the bandage was torn off.
They were stunned again.
The wounds recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye in front of them, and the granulation stretched, interlaced, and fused like growing bean sprouts.
They watched this scene blankly, without even having to do anything. They just injected a few tranquilizers and painkillers when the medicine failed and when the man screamed wildly.
After this cycle, even the law enforcement officers at the door were exhausted.