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His body hit the rock wall of the tunnel heavily, and Oliver felt that his entire internal organs were violently shaken, as if he had been hit by the shock wave of a 155 howitzer.
Even the bones in his chest were crackling softly.
He slowly opened his mouth and let out a breath of cold air.
He looked at Liszt who was carrying him in front of him in horror.
He wanted to say something, but then His compressed lungs made him unable to breathe.
The spliced pointed steel ruler had already fallen to the ground and rolled down a few steps along the downhill stone steps, but Oliver seemed to be appointed, and the fear and horror in his eyes finally turned into despair.
He closed his eyes quietly, letting the severe pain emanate from his chest, and subconsciously wanted to breathe, but Liszt had already left while carrying his body, and his whole body instantly collapsed on the stone steps, letting out a low scream.
Moaning, it was obvious that he had been hit hard.
Struggling to stand up, a sharp pain made his legs weak.
Oliver reached out and touched his sternum.
A kind of tingling pain had already followed his pressing fingers, making his nerves react to his.
The brain protests in pain.
Slowly opening his eyes, Oliver looked at the figure in front of him who was still smoking with his back to him.
He sniffed slightly in his nose and couldn't help but smiled bitterly in a low voice: "I always thought that only women like mint-flavored cigarettes.
Smoke this."
"Well, many ladies I met in the past did like to smoke this kind of thing."
Liszt slowly turned his head.
He looked at the guy lying limply on the stone steps of the tunnel with some interest.
The cigarette in his mouth entered his lungs as he breathed.
And it was sprayed out in his nasal cavity according to the physiological structure, covering his face like a thick fog, and filling the tunnel with a choking smoke with a little mint flavor: " Why don’t you like this kind of cigarette?”
"I like Texas cigarettes.
They are quite strong.
They are the best that only real men can enjoy."
With a certain smile on his face, Oliver looked at the cigarette in Liszt's hand, and there was a little nostalgia in his eyebrows.
A trace of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, as if it was involved in some kind of wound, causing him to cough heavily, and patches of bright red appeared in his mouth and nasal cavity as his trachea vibrated violently.
It took him a while to finally calm down, and he couldn't help but smile more and more bitterly: "All the ribs were broken, and the two fragments seemed to have pierced the heart.
It seemed that this time I really wanted to see what God looked like. ” "Actually, it's good to go to hell and see what the devil or demons look like.
In my opinion, maybe you are not a devout believer yet.
The chance of going to hell is much higher than going to heaven."
Breathing out a stream of smoke, Liszt quietly looked at Oliver who was slumped on the stone steps.
He gently popped out a cigarette from the box of cigarettes in his hand and handed it to the guy's lips, which were still bleeding, and waited for him to gently Hold it gently, and at the same time, use a lighter to reach out to him After lighting it up, he slightly shrugged and said: "Murder is not what a believer would do.
Maybe those bad guys from hell will appreciate your behavior."
After a slight pause, Liszt still showed a smile: " Maybe someone will go with you."
Oliver didn't answer, and slightly puffed on the cigarette in his mouth.
The refreshing scent of mint made him couldn't help but squint his eyes, and there was a certain calmness on his face.
The pain on his body had been suppressed by his reason.
He slowly reached out and flicked the cigarette ashes.
He looked up at Liszt, his face finally became a little serious, and he asked in a self-deprecating tone: "Actually, I You are truly a member of the Enclave, but why do you think I will kill you?"
"You did choose to assassinate me just now, didn't you?"
With a smile on his lips, Liszt looked at the Oliver in front of him.
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He looked young but had some wrinkles.
Looking closely, he found that he was definitely older than himself, but he was just better maintained.
Squatting in front of him, Liszt reached out and picked up the spliced sharp-edged steel ruler, bending it slightly in his hand.
The soft but tough material made him raise his eyebrows, and looked at Oliver and smiled.
He touched his forehead with his finger and said, "I said I guessed it.
It's a great sixth sense.
Do you believe it?"
"I still choose to believe it."
He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, but this action seemed to involve his wound, and he coughed out a large mouthful of blood.
With a look of ferocious pain on his face, he slowly gritted his teeth, but the blood spurting out even in his nose had already spurted out with the cough.
Oliver leaned his head against the rock wall in pain, The eyes with despair looked at Liszt, and his voice was already inaudible: "But this is true."
"Really."
Liszt nodded.
He didn't have much to hide about this guy who was about to die.
He even didn't have much ill feelings towards Oliver, who he had just met and was now facing life and death.
After a slight pause, he looked into Oliver's eyes, with a little doubt in his tone, and asked slowly: "But why did the Enclave organization choose to abandon me?
From the beginning to now, I have been exposed to people who are interested in me many times.
Assassination, or a mission that is extremely malicious to me."
"Experimental City No. 3 is the city you once lived in."
A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Oliver's mouth.
He was happy to see that even though Liszt in front of him was deflated, he still gently exhaled the bloody smoke in his lungs, and his pale and bloodless lips were gone. explained his condition.
After pondering for a moment, he looked at Lister and slowly spoke: "Some people do not want the Anchorage Line of Defense to be born, nor do they want a capable person to become a defense hero in Alaska."
As he spoke, his There was also a bit of ridicule in his eyes: "There are always some powerful companies who hope to test the weapons they research through the fall of Alaska."
"There are always some careerists who want to fulfill their political demands through the fallen state of Alaska."
Slowly lowering his head, Liszt looked at Oliver, whose eyes were gradually losing the sparkle in front of him.
He knew that this guy definitely used a pseudonym, but he frowned slightly at the fact that this guy actually told the truth before he died.
He gritted his teeth, but I couldn't help but ask: "Do you seem to have any other wishes?"
If there was nothing he wanted, this Oliver would never tell so many truths, and Liszt could also sense the meaning of his words, so he took the initiative to ask.
But this Oliver closed his eyes slightly, as if he was dead, slowly coughing blood, which turned his fair chin red, and he seemed to get a force from nowhere, and opened his eyes.
Eyes spoke slowly to Liszt: "There are always people who are not willing to be manipulated, so we began to resist.
Although the intensity of our resistance is quite ridiculous to them, in the name of the Brotherhood, we will eventually break away from this dark organization." 515 is coming soon, and I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list.
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