It's night.
Fan was lying alone on a barren and dry mound, looking up at the stars in the sky.
Not far from the mound, there were tents stacked up one after another, and bonfires were burning outside many of the tents, adding to the quiet night.
Bring only a trace of warmth.
He was controlled by the Gendarmerie, but Van knew very well that they were there to protect him.
The result of the conflict during the day was actually completely beyond Fan's expectation.
He never thought of killing Mohan, even if he had insulted himself.
But that's all.
There was no deep hatred between them.
But why did it turn out to be like this?
Looking at the stars in the sky, Fan fell into deep introspection.
Everything stems from Mo Han's words.
When his desire for the Silent Ripper was exposed without any concealment, the sudden rise of rage led all of this to happen.
In fact, the aiming position of Fan's last shot was Mo Han's hand holding the gun.
However, the moment before pulling the trigger, his uncontrollable anger affected him to lock the sight on his body, so when he pulled the trigger , he already knew the final result.
But where did this unknown anger come from?
Fan couldn't help but look at his left arm, where there was a short knife and a new consciousness.
With that stunning blow on the battlefield that day, the power in the Silent Ripper was basically exhausted.
The dagger without energy is just an ordinary dagger unless the energy is restored, but this process is long, just like Brahma wants to generate a drop.
Purple blood is so long.
Could it be that his new consciousness affected him?
Otherwise, how could he explain his sudden rage?
But all this can only be speculation, and he does not have enough evidence to prove this.
While his thoughts were wandering, a sound of footsteps came along the ground.
"Something on my mind" Fan turned his face slightly and shook his head.
"Why don't you have a drink?"
The second lieutenant with a broken arm took out a wine bottle from his arms.
"Why not" Van smiled.
The second lieutenant opened the wine bottle with a grin on his face and poured a full glass for Fan.
The spicy alcohol just hit his throat.
Fan's body burned like it was on fire.
"How about it?
It's good enough."
Fan wiped his mouth and said, "Not bad."
The ensign chuckled.
"Of course it's good.
This wine is quite old."
"By the way.
I haven't told you my name yet, my name is Baku."
"K."
"Ha, I've known your name for a long time, and I'm afraid no one in the entire camp doesn't know it now."
Baku licked his lips, "To be honest, it's really satisfying that you can kill Mo Han.
One thing, that guy is shameless and annoying.
Even though the brothers want to get rid of him, Dilier is really powerful. " "Of course," Baku said, taking a sip of wine, "I can't compare with you."
"Is there any smoke?"
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Fan Que suddenly asked.
"Uh no, I don't smoke."
Fan nodded, and the alcohol entered his throat again.
"Do you think I should kill Mohan?"
"This" the second lieutenant was obviously stunned by this question.
"There was no grudge between us, but now he has been killed by me."
Although Fan's tone sounded calm, it always made people feel a little strange.
The second lieutenant's face straightened, "In that situation, if you didn't kill him, he would definitely kill more people, and he wanted to kill you, so it is natural for you to kill him."
"But if I tell you, I know he can't kill me."
"What do you mean?"
Baku couldn't understand for a moment.
"I said, he can't kill me, even if I give him another hundred bullets, he can't kill me."
Baku was speechless for a moment, and Fan's expression showed no signs of joking at all, and was full of seriousness.
"It's like a man without legs holding a sharp knife.
He wants to kill you and swings at you desperately, but you know he can never hurt you.
In such a situation.
Do you think you should kill him?
he" "But" Baku wanted to defend, but found that he couldn't speak at all.
"Is it because he wants to kill me?
I must kill him."
"But if you don't kill him, he will definitely find a way to kill you."
"How do you know?"
Fan couldn't help asking.
"I" Baku has never been speechless again and again like tonight.
But he had to admit that if he followed Brahman's logic, what he said was indeed correct.
However, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't place it.
"Then didn't you kill him in the end?"
"That's what I've been thinking about, why did I kill him."
Baku took a swig of wine, and the spicy alcohol stimulated his brain.
"It's wrong for you to think like this.
If you want to survive in this damn apocalypse, you can't be merciful.
If you don't kill him, he will."
I'll kill you, don't ask me why I know, I've seen this kind of thing many times."
"So if you kill me and I kill you, the apocalypse will never end."
Fan said calmly.
"Ha, it's good to be alive.
Who cares when the apocalypse will end?
This damn apocalypse will never end.
You can't kill all the bugs in your lifetime."
Baku took another sip of wine.
"It's not that we can't kill all the bugs, it's that we have already killed all our own people before we finish killing the bugs."
"ha" "Think about it, whether more humans will die in your hands or more Zerg will die in your hands."
Baku was suddenly stunned and couldn't say a word for a long time.
Yes, which one he killed more was a terrible result that he had never considered, which made him almost unable to hold the bottle.
Looking at Baku with confused eyes, Fan gently patted his shoulder and drank all the wine in his glass.
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Then the two of them fell into their own silence.
"Hey."
Baku suddenly smiled sarcastically.
He glanced at his empty left arm, "This kind of thing has nothing to do with me now.
I will leave the gendarmerie soon.
If I'm lucky, I should be able to get away with it.
I'll go to the head of the frontier outpost.
Fortunately, I've saved enough money over the years, otherwise it would have been a disaster."
"You need to leave" "Yeah, my hands are all gone.
The empire doesn't support idlers."
Fan nodded and said nothing.
"Hey, I almost forgot about the business."
Baku slapped his head, "Here's this for you."
He put his hand into his clothes and took out a huge and exaggerated-looking pistol with great effort.
"I can no longer use this thing.
In fact, even if I have good hands, it would be difficult to use it.
Its recoil is not something I can bear."
Fan paused for a moment and took the giant revolver from the second lieutenant's hand.
Fan used it that day and killed Mu Han, a high-level cybernetic warrior, with one shot.
The entire gun was half as long as an arm, and the body of the gun, which was painted dark black, still bore traces of the passage of time.
"It's called Wild Elephant.
Doesn't it fit his characteristics very well?"
Baku smiled, "This is something my father left to me.
The old guy's peak level was as high as level eight, but he was just unlucky.
He was killed without even getting a decent title.
The old guy had used this gun to kill opponents of the same level, so you can imagine how terrifying it would be if his power was fully displayed.
This thing will only be buried after me. , I can’t fight anyway, so I’ll just give it to you.”
"This thing is very expensive, but it is indeed what I need now.
If you need anything, please tell me and we can exchange."
Fan has been looking for a thermal weapon that suits him.
He cannot always rely on close combat.
If necessary, He must save his energy when the time comes.
"Ha, I told you it was given to you.
You saved me and so many of my brothers."
"Also, this is a box of special bullets.
Use them sparingly.
This thing is not easy to handle."
Looking at the twelve giant bullets handed over by Baku, each one as long as a finger, Fan still felt that this "thank you" was a bit too heavy.
"Okay, don't think about it.
If I say I'm giving it to you, I'm giving it to you.
I'm leaving, so take care of yourself.
After this period of time has passed, you will be free."
Baku stood up, patted his butt, and walked slowly down the hillside until he reached the bottom of the hillside and completely disappeared into the depths of the night.
Fan did not say any words of encouragement or retention.
This kind of ending in Baku is already considered a good one, that is, there is enough money to live on, and a relatively decent position, and at least there is no need to worry about livelihood.
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In this chaotic apocalypse, most people will not be as lucky as him.
Everyone yearns for the title of marquis, but only a few people who can actually achieve it are actually alive, which is a grand ambition in itself.
Fan sighed quietly and looked at the stars in the sky
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