i am your guide

On the dark return journey, the past scene was infinitely enlarged in his heart, and the hostility between Sith's brows became more and more intense. He clenched his fists, kicked away the stones on the road, and roared in an empty alley .

The same statement as coercion, an unquestionable attitude, sincerely thinking that anyone can agree to it casually, why don't you want to consider the situation of others?

Join the army to overcome obstacles for you, and perhaps die bravely as a matter of course, give up a peaceful life and go to a distant place.

But he doesn't want to.

Taking a deep breath, Sith unknowingly walked to the door of his building, stood below and looked up at the building above, he stretched out his hand, patted his cheek hard, trying to wake himself up.

He thought to himself: Go home and sleep, and everything will be over.

The Sith's mental victories often allow him to temporarily put aside pain, and in a sense, he's very good at doing so.

"Household Number 0975: Mr. Sith Kevok, welcome back."

When Sith walked to the door, the electronic sound recognized by the door system sounded; the sliding door slowly opened to both sides, and the rubber-covered slideway made a slight sound, and everything was quiet as usual.

Passing through the foyer and into the teleportation cabin, Sith watched the rising numbers and began to let himself go.

Just as he was thinking about what to do back home, the lights in the teleportation cabin suddenly flickered.

Like a blockage in the cut-off of energy supply, the pale light appeared intermittently like lightning, and then returned to the palpitating darkness, like a searchlight in a cell in a horror movie that had been in disrepair for years, exuding a terrifying aura.

Looks like it's not bad in the morning...

Sith narrowed his eyes and looked up at the lamp above.

Has it aged to this extent?Obviously, it was only repaired once last month.

While thinking about it, he rolled up his sleeves and touched the upper wrist screen with his fingers to send a message to the administrator for repair.

Strangely, at that moment, his wrist screen also went on strike.

No matter how much he clicked, he couldn't open the interface. It was so dark that he could clearly see Sith's own reflection, and his heart trembled.

The ground under his feet began to tremble, and the rising speed gradually slowed down. Sith raised his head and looked at the floor numbers on the teleportation cabin.

Doubt germinated from that moment, and then grew infinitely.

When he was three floors away from his home, the teleportation pod stopped.

Behind the sound of "Ding Dong" that arrived, Sith could clearly hear the sound of electric current surge and the sound of the particle gun being loaded; small but extremely crisp, Sith's heart was lifted instantly, and he subconsciously rushed to the left.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sliding door of the teleportation cabin opened in response, and at almost the same moment, high-energy particle bombs were squeezed into the opened door, and the flickering blue light rushed to the opposite wall at a speed beyond the naked eye, like a silver needle falling into the water. , Embed three charred black bullet holes the size of soybeans into the wall.

The shooter's marksmanship is absolutely accurate. Unlike conventional particle guns, the guns in the hands of the shooters are modified guns with super power and explosive power. Looking at the positions of the shots, all of them are critical; if these three guns can hit, I'm afraid Sith is not far from death now.

"It must be put to death."

Sith glanced at the bullet marks, his heart turned cold, and his eyes were cold. He clenched his hands into fists, took a deep breath, and looked solemn.

The person outside the door probably also saw that he missed the target, his shoes rubbed against the ground slightly, making a dull sound, Sith leaned down slightly, and jumped out in an instant.

The corridor that also lost its light source was extremely dark, and only relying on the distant lighting outside was far from enough to change the dark environment of the battlefield. Sith saw that it was a man in black, and the black hood covered most of the man's face. He was holding a small particle gun in both hands, but the magazine was obviously much larger than normal specifications. The man was dressed in black, and seeing Sith rushing out, he quickly aimed the gun at his target.

Sith became ruthless, took a big step close to the ground, pressed his left hand on the ground, exerted force with his whole body, and swept his right leg mercilessly; just as the man in black was about to pull the trigger, his right foot was suddenly caught With a strong impact, the whole person took a wrong step backwards, and by the time he realized it, Sith's knee kicks and fists had already slammed down like a torrential rain.

Sith slashed the man in black's wrist with a knife, and the particle gun in the man's hand flew out and fell far away in the corner; Sith punched the man's chin with such force that he could even hear the bones shatter. sound.

But what he didn't expect was that Sith, who thought the battle had turned and was relieved, heard more intense footsteps in the distance.

Disorganized, it sounds like there must be at least a dozen people, ranging from light to heavy, and probably armed with lethal weapons like the pioneer; Pick up the particle gun on one side from the corner, and push open the escape ladder leading to the top.

He remembered that there were still five floors to the roof, which was only five meters away from the roof next door.

But... Could it be that the road to the top has also been ambushed?

Wouldn't that be catching a turtle in a urn?

After hesitating for a moment, Sith realized that the reality had forced him to make more choices.

Because he followed the gap between the handrails, he could vaguely see a group of black people rushing upwards; when he looked up, it seemed that there was still nothing.

While running upwards, he took out the particle gun he picked up at random, looked it over and over again, and probably could find the structure of the gun: the bottom plate is probably a strong wind 60, but there are changes in the details, the gun circulating in the black market, A relatively common model; the original body is relatively easy to use, but after the transformation, the requirements are much more stringent.

In the pitch-black corridor, a battle of speed between life and death was staged.

The already narrow corner was piled up with daily sundries, brooms and basins scattered about, huge earthen pots for pickling sauerkraut filled the entire aisle, and some unknown clothes filled the gaps; Sith was almost tripped while running , he hastily jumped onto the handrail, and after taking a few steps lightly, he reached the last short flight of stairs leading to the rooftop.

Occupy the escape route privately!Must, fine!

Sith cursed secretly in his heart, and basically didn't have time to condemn the immorality of some family in his heart. He pressed the white handle of the outer door hard, and the cold tentacles made him gasp slightly, and his palms sweated a lot due to tension. , pushed the door violently, only to find that it was locked.

Sith took two steps back abruptly, retreating his right leg, and said in his heart, "Offended."

In the next second, the whole building trembled slightly, and there was a loud noise from the roof. Sith's calf went numb, and the recoil extended from the sole of his foot to his thigh. And kicked away, the stones on the left half of the wall fell rustlingly, as if being chewed by a monster, filled with white ash.

There is wind on the roof above, but the night is not too cold. From the small door opening, you can see the dark night sky outside. There are not many stars, but it has a special charm.

Of course, a fleeing person doesn't seem to be in such a good mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery at this time.

It is paved with low-quality bricks and tiles, and some depressions still have accumulated rainwater. There is no fence on the roof, which is probably related to the locked door: no residents can come in, and naturally there is no need for any protection measures.

Sith stood at the door panting heavily, stunned by the sight in front of him.

The night sky is the best setting. From the gap of violent dismantling, there is no clean place on the ground extending forward. There are countless men in black lying upside down on the ground, with pistols, daggers, throwing knives... all kinds of things. Sharp weapons were scattered all over the place, and there were more than a dozen people in sight. Some were motionless like corpses, and some were still struggling to stand up, but they were stepped down by the person standing in the center.

The blood-stained ground and the blood-free wind gently lifted the man's hair.

The golden hair dimmed against the background of the dark night, and the simple dark sportswear perfectly portrayed the slender figure of the man, his back was straight, his hands were in his pockets, and he looked casually at the man who had been put away. The fallen assassins pursed their thin lips slightly, and turned to look at Sith after hearing the sound.

Unrestrained, relaxed, as if nothing had happened, Keweier smiled slightly.

"We meet again."