"Your pistol misfired just now. I didn't see you pulling the slide to eject the bullet. I didn't see any complete bullet on the ground. In other words, your pistol cannot be fired now." Gu Tieqian further. say.
"Then why don't you shoot me." Zhuoligetu said nonchalantly.
"Because your left hand is holding that poor guy's kidney." Gu Tie took another step forward. "If your gun can fire, why don't you shoot me."
"Then you will be chopped into pieces by your companions." The Mongolian thumbed the hammer of the Type 54 pistol. "Don't go any further. Also, let your followers go away. The further away, the better."
Gu Tie turned around and yelled at Eva: "I told you, go away. This is an order."
The little Loli shouted back with a straight face: "I refuse to carry out your order. You are kidding with your own life."
"I can save him." The Chinese pointed at the unconscious pretty boy George. "You are kidding with George's life."
"Sacrifice is noble. Since the day we joined the Ghost, we have always been mentally prepared." Eva rubbed her neck persistently and protected her petite body in front of Gu Tie. Her eyes passed over the unknown life and death. There was a touch of sadness in the eyes of George and Keith.
Gu Tie turned around and looked around at everyone. Bot and Joker were also surrounding him. The Chinese shook his head and sighed: "You guys..."
Before he finished speaking, he knocked down the little Lolita with one palm. With a clasping palm, he wrenched the mini-submachine gun from Hubot's hand as fast as the wind. "Bang." He hit Bot's chest with his shoulder and Luhu flew away. He jumped up and flew out. He fell down. The heavy blow to his solar plexus made him faint before he could express his surprise and anger. "What about you? Do you want to stop me too?" The clown looked at the clown who was stunned on the spot. .Gu Tie asked in a deep voice.
"Actually, I quite agree with your choice." Terry spread his hands and began to back away slowly.
"Ah. Very good." Zhuoligetu narrowed his eyes in appreciation. "This way we have an equal basis for conversation."
"I'm impressed by your acting skills." Gu Tie continued to approach the enemy.
The Mongolian looked a little ashamed: "That's not acting. The answers to the questions you asked me are all true. I just avoid bad associations."
"Zoligetu. A 42-year-old homeless man. A graduate student in the Biology Department of the National University of Mongolia. A member of the Red Owl Brotherhood. Putting so much real information together is really impressive." The Chinese applauded.
"I am an observer for the Lord of the Flies." The tramp said frankly. "One of many observers. Also, please don't come close to me anymore. My fingers are already very tired. I may not be able to help this brother stop bleeding anymore." …”
Gu Tie still approached at a leisurely pace. "What are the responsibilities of an observer? I guess shooting and killing people is not within the scope of your work. Right."
Zhuoligetu became wary: "Stop. Observers can increase the entropy value of suspicious characters. But they have no right to directly interfere with the operation of the 'Prophet'. You guessed it. I can't kill you. But I can interrupt your hands." leg."
The corners of the Chinese man's mouth turned up and he revealed an evil smile: "I told you that your gun cannot be fired. Since you didn't use your teeth to pull the slide open, I guess there are no bullets in the magazine at all, right? .Here. Look. The pretty boy’s assault rifle is not far away. Go pick it up.”
The nonchalant expression on the Mongolian's face finally changed. "Stop. If you take another step forward, I will crush this guy's kidneys."
Gu Tie sighed softly and said: "Don't you realize where you went wrong? Zhuoligetu. You thought that if you delay for a few minutes, more Mongolian soldiers will arrive. But in fact, you can't afford the delay. They are the hostages in your hands. They are useless. The Mongolian George is dead."
"You're kidding," shouted the fraternity observer. "I can still feel the pulse of his arteries with my fingers."
"That's just an illusion. Look at his face. Look at his eyes. Look at his lips. He's dead. Completely dead. Look at it like a biology graduate student. You have nothing to threaten me with. .Brother." Gu Tie gradually increased his speed, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
The Mongolian's eyes moved to George's face. His bloodless cheeks, purple lips, and dilated pupils. All the signs were consistent with the characteristics of a person who died of bleeding. He began to be visibly shaken. His eyes wandered around, and finally solidified in On the SIG556 assault rifle two meters away.
"One more point. You don't know who I am. You don't know if I'm the person the Babu of Belusa is looking for. You don't know if your bullshit 'prophet' is interested in me. But you can kill me. Mr. Observer, you are eager to kill me. Otherwise, you would not have fired at me continuously with that antique pistol. Now that you have lost your chips, what are you going to do to play this stud game with me?" Gu Tie began to laugh and took long strides. run.
Zhuoligetu finally pulled out his blood-stained left hand with a "pop" sound. He threw away the Type 54 pistol and rushed toward the assault rifle not far away. As soon as he left George's body, Gu Tie's arrow quickly jumped out three meters away, knocking the two of them away. The distance between them shortened to ten meters. "Whoosh." The Chinese pulled out the dagger from his waist and threw it out. The lightning-like flying blade penetrated the Mongolian's palm with a "puff" and nailed the homeless man to the bloody muddy ground. on the ground.
"Uh ah ah ah..." Zhuoligetu began to wail loudly. His right hand was only 20 centimeters away from the assault rifle. But he could no longer move an inch. Gu Tie ran to George's side in two or three steps and took it out of his pocket. Take out a shot of epinephrine, tear open the package, penetrate the clothes and plunge directly into the heart of the pretty boy. Three seconds later, the dying man lets out a long sigh. A sickly flush appears on his face. The hormone will speed up his bleeding. .But it can temporarily save him from dangerous hemorrhagic shock. Gu Tie does not need to look back. The footsteps behind him tell him that Ava, Bert and the Joker are coming quickly. Since there is adrenaline in Beard's warehouse-like coat. There must be a first aid kit or even emergency plasma.
The Mongolian suddenly gritted his teeth and pulled out the dagger. He put his hands on the ground and crawled towards the rifle. Gu Tie's figure appeared behind him. He said coldly: "Last point, your leg was injured. Otherwise, you should have been injured earlier. I ran away. I guess a stray bullet from the Mongolian soldiers wounded you. Your judgment flowed away with the blood. You couldn't even tell that I was planning actions to my friends in sign language. You thought time was your friend. But You are wrong. Time is your worst enemy."
The thin black homeless man was squirming weirdly on the ground. There was indeed a bloody bullet hole in his knee joint. Before his fingertips touched the handle of the gun, Gu Tie swung his hips and hit Zhuo Li with a low kick. The Mongolian, who weighed less than a hundred pounds, flew up from Getu's lower abdomen and hit the wall with a thud.
Behind him, Bert had already started first aid on George. After Eva confirmed that the situation was under control, she turned to rescue Giss. Zoligatu leaned against the wall and gasped violently. Blood flowed from his mouth and nose: "The Mongolian army will soon It will come. You can't escape. You can't escape..."
"Actually, I'm curious." Gu Tie knelt down and stared into the homeless man's eyes. "How could a biology graduate student not see the difference between hemorrhagic shock and death?"
"I'm not a doctor. You idiot... My research project is the study of the biochemical characteristics of the brain in vitro. In the most glorious days, my project team in Japan had 300 researchers and thousands of experimental subjects. Until. Until ..." Zhuo Ligetu spat out a mouthful of blood, with a strange smile on his face.
"Japan." Gu Tie frowned.
"Until someone walked into the laboratory and told me that everything I did was meaningless. The plan was completely rejected. Haha. I still remember the expression on the Japanese face...haha..." Mongolian His pupils began to dilate. His poor health made him unable to withstand a large amount of blood loss. The life of this middle-aged man was slowly passing away.
The Chinese became nervous. He held the other man's jaw with one hand to prevent the brotherhood members from biting the poison capsule and committing suicide. With the other hand, he took out another adrenaline pill from his pocket and stabbed it into the Mongolian's heart: "First Don't die. Tell me clearly about the Japanese. Hey, hold on."
Stimulated by hormones, Zhuoligetu suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Long live the first world... The goal has been completely different... All dissidents have been exiled... I am willing to give my whole life in exchange for returning to that mysterious place." A chance to witness a miracle in the garden. That place is the highest miracle of life science in the world. The billions of rays of beautiful brain nerves... In the first world, they are the happiest and happiest people..."
Gu Tie couldn't understand his dying murmurs at all. He pinched the other person's shoulders with both hands and shook them: "Tell me what the Japanese are doing. What's going on with the women in the operation cabin. Aziwei... do you know?" Where is the woman named Aziwe?"
"Second World. That was a shorter-lived project. The technical results were applied by Asmodeus. But the service only lasted a few months. Haha. Haha. They thought they found the truth. It was not a failed exploration... "Dark brown blood clots came out from the corners of Zhuoligetu's mouth. It was obvious that his organs had been damaged. The Chinese pulled his hair regretfully. Who would have thought that this brotherhood member was so weak and couldn't even bear a kick. "...The Lord of the Flies saved me. I...I like this kind of life...You will all die. Everyone will die...It's just...just a matter of time..." The redness on his face faded. The Mongolian burned his life away. The last bit of heat. The slender neck can no longer support the weight of the head. The voice gradually becomes fainter like a candle in the wind.