There was a calling voice coming from nowhere. The man listened carefully, but the voice disappeared. He felt a little bored. He was sitting in a room with nothing. Furniture, doors, electrical appliances, carpets, nothing. The floor was black walnut. The wood has become shiny after years of use. There is a small window on the empty wall, which casts flickering light on the dark floor. It is a never-ending thunderstorm. The rolling thunder made a low sound, and every time the lightning flashed, Dvoru closed his eyes, letting the light fill his field of vision with the pink color of the eyelid blood vessels.
He didn't know where this place was, or what he was doing here. In fact, he didn't even know who he was. There was no mirror in the room, so he couldn't see his face. He spent a long time looking at his eyes. His long, smooth-skinned hands still didn't come to any conclusion. He didn't feel hungry or thirsty, and he didn't want to sleep. He could breathe freely, although the window was firmly closed. For a while, he felt that he could stay here for a long time. He stayed in a room until someone came to take him away, but at some point, he beat every inch of the wall frantically, trying to dig out a way to the outside world. There must be a door. If there is no door, , how did he get in? The window was so small that it was impossible for an adult to pass through, and there was thunder and lightning and heavy rain outside, but his shirt was very dry and smelled of good laundry detergent.
"Deveru,"
The sound rang again, and the man turned his head sharply and stared at the blank wall. This time he heard clearly that the sound was coming from this direction. He walked slowly to the wall and put his ear against the wall. There was nothing on the wall. The secret passage of the mechanism is a solid reinforced concrete structure, which is impossible to destroy by human power.
Distant voices came through the cold wall, a conversation between two people, one old and the other young: "Homier, how is the situation down there?"
"The Duke and I arrived at location D118. Through the diffuse reflection of the ventilation shaft, we can temporarily connect to the mental grid. The Vice Speaker, Lord Darle Ambrose and Anmasa are chasing the chosen one deeper underground in the bunker. Go, the Duke and I will continue to follow the road signs they left. After we arrive at the central distribution room, we will open the communication system of Pan Shen Wine Cellar, so that through the signal interpretation of the terminal, all the brothers on the battlefield can be The cadres are connected to the spiritual grid,"
"I know, how long will it take,"
"About ten minutes, we encountered some resistance on the road. The ghost's armed forces have not been cleared yet. The guardian knight Belenko has been sacrificed. By the way, Mr. Deputy Speaker, Mr. Ambrose has used the 'Necromancer' and created three The mutant, judging from the information he left behind, the mutant is still under control, and the danger of overload is not great,"
"Got it, can you find Dvoru's location, Homer,"
"I'm sorry, from this angle I can't search for mental coordinates extensively, and the lion's body is covered with strong electric charges, which will interfere with the access to the mental grid. If he maintains a charged state, I can't lock his position, Deputy Speaker Sir, ah, we are leaving the ventilation shaft area, the communication will be temporarily interrupted, and I will establish contact again through your personal interruption in ten minutes..."
The young voice disappeared, and the old voice sighed and shouted louder: "Deveru, come out quickly, Devereux, hell, we need your power,"
The man in the room looked confused. He didn't know who this person named Develu was, but he felt a little bit familiar, as if he had heard this name somewhere before. He walked back to the center of the room and sat down, confused. Staring at the wall and thinking about things, his head was empty, there was nothing to recall at all, "De...Vulu" he scratched on the wooden floor with his fingers, and a line of letters appeared in the thin dust, He recognized the Polish writing of Dvoru, and then began to wonder how he knew Polish, a language that few people were familiar with.
The rain suddenly intensified outside the window, and the raindrops pattered on the glass window. The man couldn't help but go to the window and look. He couldn't see anything outside through the flickering thunderstorm. Water droplets hung in the corner of the window frame, and lightning flashed across the sky. A pale, deformed man's face was reflected on the water droplets. Even though the shape was distorted, the appearance of that face could still be vaguely seen. The man suddenly froze and groped with his hands. He touched his mandible, bridge of nose and long blond hair, and murmured a name.
"Andrzej Vaznosava,"
He didn't know why he said this string of letters, because he didn't think it was his own name. He went back to the center of the room and wrote down the second name in the dust. It was still in Polish, and the two names were listed side by side. At the same time, this scene made him feel a little dizzy.
Without warning, he remembered something. The memory fragments related to the name Andrzej Vaznosava revived. He remembered that at a certain moment, a man of medium build and a beard on his upper lip once stood. In the corner, he was playing with a rag and a wine glass in his hand. No, it was not the corner, but behind a bar in the corner. The bar was also made of black walnut, with pits on the surface. I don’t know how long it had been used. Behind the bar were two There is a large wine cabinet, the one on the left is filled with wine, and the one on the right is filled with glasses. There is a draft beer machine and an ice machine hidden under the bar. The ice machine always breaks down, so there is also a household appliance in the corner of the bar against the wall. The small freezer has forty ice cube trays filled with frozen ice cubes, and a few bottles of frozen red wine for the Halloween party.
The man was surprised by the many details in his memory. "What would you like to drink?" the person behind the bar asked, wiping the whiskey glass in his hand, then flipping the glass deftly with his backhand and spinning it into the wine cabinet, as delicately as a juggler. ,,,In fact, he is indeed a juggler.
"Geece," the blond man said unexpectedly, "Why are you here? You, the injuries on your face and body have healed. I remember that you were so seriously injured that only half of your face was left. You almost died. Die..."
Giese glanced at him: "Captain, are you drunk? We haven't been on a mission for a long time. The Polish branch is basically a forgotten corner of the organization... Come over and have a drink, a Mojito." How about it, I know you don’t like to drink sweet cocktails, but I happened to get some good sugar cane juice today. Use your favorite Bacardi white rum, add lemon juice, mint leaves, soda water, sugar cane juice and ice. The block...is ready,"
A refreshing and attractive drink was placed on the bar. A dense layer of water mist quickly formed on the surface of the glass. The blond man naturally walked over and sat on a high stool, picked up the glass and took a sip, "Oh, It tastes good and feels like summer,”
"Summer in Cuba," Guise laughed. "When my circus went on tour in the Americas, I drank mojitos and Cuba Libre for three months in Mexico, Cuba, and Colombia. I will never forget this kind of thing when I come back." Taste it,"
The blond man drank half of the cocktail in one breath, "Great,...by the way, what's my name?"
Keith asked strangely: "Captain, what's wrong with you? You look so weird. You will be laughed at by Eva. She will get up at any time. She has been sleeping all day."
"...Eva," the man covered his head with his hands and felt an inexplicable sting. He suddenly remembered that at a certain moment, a little girl with a golden ponytail was in another corner of the room. She slept soundly, no, not in the corner, but on the billiard table placed in the corner. She liked to curl up with a thin quilt and lie on the green velvet snooker table, and sleep all day long.
"Ah, bastard, I was woken up by you two," an anxious shout came. The man turned around and saw the girl sitting up from the billiard table, with the words "Sheffield, England, UK" printed on the velvet table blanket on her cheek. "Sports Academy Snooker Major" was written on it. She got this table from an import and export business company. As the first mission of the Polish branch, the candidate was shot through the chest by a brotherhood killer. He died in a dock warehouse, and the blood from his chest stained half of the table red. Afterwards, Eva bought the table and put it in the bar, wiping it all day long, as if to mourn the innocent man who died on it.
By the way, so this should be a bar.
When Eva jumped off the table and walked to the bar, there were suddenly many things in the originally empty room. A dim yellow lamp hung on the ceiling, and there were posters of half-naked girls on the wall, neon signs, and a small shop selling special drinks. A blackboard, a dart board, and several small round tables filled the rest of the room. The smell of alcohol and tobacco hung in the air, and the radio was playing old songs by Tom Waits.
The blond girl jumped on the high stool and asked Keith for a glass of apple martini without ice. She drank the liquid in the glass in one breath and chewed the red apple chunks. Eva said vaguely: "Captain, then Have you looked at the new recruits? Let’s talk about whether they are suitable or not. Don’t keep them waiting. The headquarters is waiting to issue dispatch orders. After all, they are all gamma minus, so don’t pay too much attention.”
The man was stunned for a moment: "Newcomer,"
Several people appeared in the bar, standing stiffly and holding hands.
"Bot, nicknamed Beard," said the bearded man, "I can do a little bit of everything, whether it's driving, repairing firearms, electronic warfare or using sniper rifles,"
"George," said the boy with a very pale face, "I, I am not afraid of death. No matter who I fight with, I will rush in front."
The blond man hesitated: "You...do you know who I am?"
"You are the captain of the Polish branch of the Ghost Iron Mine, sir," George the pretty boy replied loudly,