Longmen Memoirs

Yes, how could a fox outplay him?

Kazdale, Victoria, Rhode Island and even Longmen are all inextricably related to him. Even if they have not been in contact for a long time, even if he is dead, as long as he is still alive, there will be people standing by his side. side.

The truth was difficult for the fox to accept.

There was a surge of anger, anger and unwillingness in the fox's heart for no reason, followed by compromise-like discouragement. She took two steps back and leaned against the window sill. Raindrops fell on Wolper's body outside the broken window.

The sky in Longmen was so dark and gloomy that no stars could be seen, and the city was even stranger than usual.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if it was about to fall into her orange eyes.

Wolper let out a soft breath.

"Son of a bitch," she cursed.

"I agree." Crow suddenly said: "Snake is indeed a cold-blooded bastard."

Chapter 141 Because none of us can be good people ([-]) The lonely tyrant

Is resisting fate considered part of fate?

in the case of.

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What's the point of resisting?

Of course there is, at least it can prove that you have done this before, that you have lived, that you did not choose to kneel down to it and beg for mercy, and that you did not let it make a mess of your life, so even if you fail in the end, you can be calm. Face it instead of regretting and wondering what if.

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Below the Bagongkou River Wastewater Treatment Plant in Yexiacheng District, Longmen Outer Ring Road

The woman who walked into the wastewater treatment plant lifted up her cloak. Under the wet cloak was a head of silver mid-length hair, and her red eyes looked around in the dimness.

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Green-black moss grew on the damp ditches and walls, and the rusty pipes overhead trembled under the load. Water flowed through them, and water seeped out of the joints and dripped continuously on the dirty concrete.

There was only a dim light in her hand in the corridor, and there was endless darkness in front of her. Her figure was reflected on the wall. In the darkness, the sound of water flowing in the narrow corridor kept colliding with the Bishan mountain, and there was a heavy echo.

Sewage collects between cities and is eventually brought beneath the region's wastewater treatment plants through intercity pipes and intricate sewage systems.

No wonder those Sakaz chose to hide in this place.

Her footsteps did not change, and a faint light gradually appeared in front of her.

In a maintenance worker's rest room, several Sakaz were guarding the room and saw her pushing the door open.

One of them, Sakaz, stood up, his eyes resting on the long sword on her waist, and used his eyes to signal the remaining people to close the door.

The door was closed, but the echo of the water outside could still be heard.

"You should have contacted us three days ago." The Sakaz spoke, and as he spoke, he received hideous scars on his face and trembled slightly: "And you also privately attacked people from the Guards Bureau. "

There are several disassembled short muskets and scattered ammunition lying diagonally on the table. Sakaz will mostly leave a few muskets, but more people will choose to sell them on the black market for a reasonable price.

The people here belong to the former, after all, they lack long-range means.

There was an unarranged pair of cards on the box further away, a dagger stuck on the edge, and their weapons leaned against the wall.

"Then……"

Her voice was so calm that no warmth could be heard, and her eyes slowly swept across Sakaz in the room, finally settling on the face of the person in front of her.

"You should at least tell us what you want to do."

"Just you?" She raised her eyebrows and showed a disdainful smile: "A group of homeless dogs hiding in the sewers and lingering."

"you……"

There was an angry expression on Sakaz's face, and the ferocity and anger in his eyes were undisguised.

Several Sakaz in the room grabbed their own weapons, and they all chose daggers. In this small room, the opponent's long sword was obviously not as flexible as the dagger.

There is no doubt that they may tear the woman in front of them into pieces at the next moment. The Sakaz people have rich combat experience, but most of them are madmen and thugs. They will not have any mercy because the person in front of them is a thin-looking woman. .

But he didn't.

"Stop!" Sakaz, the leader, raised his hand to stop their behavior.

Because he knew that the other party could burn everyone present to ashes in the blink of an eye. She could do it, and she was a madman crazier than everyone present.

She won't have any scruples.

So Sakaz had no doubt that the other party was already prepared for this at the moment they took action.

"You shouldn't stop them." Her words were a little provocative.

"Then let you kill them all, including myself." As the Sakaz man's expression changed between anger and humiliation, he put down his hand dejectedly.

"Don't forget, you are the same as us." The Sakaz said, turning around and telling the other Sakaz: "Put down your weapons and open the door."

The wooden boxes and sundries piled in a corner of the lounge were removed, revealing the hole in the back. When the light came in, the rusty rails on the ground could be vaguely seen.

There are many abandoned places like this in Longmen, and there is often another tunnel connected to an unknown location outside a wall. This is probably the product of the merger and connection of mobile cities in the early years. They have existed even longer than the Guards Bureau. It has therefore become a temporary hiding place for stowaways and unregistered infected people.

She jumped into the tunnel of the railway track, turning a blind eye to the eyes that stared at her angrily. She turned on the electric light in her hand. She heard the curses of the Sakaz people behind her, which were quickly buried again by the lights of the lounge.

The sound of water in the sewer could no longer be heard, only the sound of her footsteps echoed in the railway tracks and corridors.

Deep darkness and silence enveloped her whole body.

Maybe 10 minutes, maybe longer.

The scene in front of me finally happened【<*

In a waiting station that was built decades ago, there are rusty carriages lying at the end of the tracks, pressed to the ground by the rubble of the collapsed dome that blocked the corridor. From a distance, they look like the corpses of monsters.

The railway track broke, and the Sakaz people occupied this place. They built a temporary residence tens of meters deep underground. They thrived here like rats in the sewer, carefully sharpening the weapons in their hands. .

The red pupils reflected the Sakaz people coming and going, and some bad memories took root in her mind. They were all very similar to the scenes in front of her.

The people who fled and migrated in embarrassment built new homes on the vast land like ants, the sand and dust of the Sakaz warships wandered around, and the heavy snow fell from the sky.

She was finally not bound to the past, but took steps to walk into it, passing through this group of Sakaz people who were not worthy of pity.

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The heavy rain in Longmen will inevitably bring back some not-so-good memories in people's minds.

She walked silently on the street with an umbrella. The cool night breeze lifted the corners of her coat with raindrops, revealing her fair and smooth calves and the short boots that were stepping on the puddles on the stone slab under the coat.

There were ripples, but they were quickly drowned by raindrops.

She didn't like the rainstorm.

I don’t like this city even more.

She came back with only one purpose, to destroy this place, this disgusting city that caused all kinds of chaos. She wanted to know what happened to that seemingly aloof man when he saw the city he built with his own hands collapse. What kind of expression will he show?

Maybe it's anger, maybe it's fear, maybe it's regret.

People always have to pay for what they do, and she has nothing to lose.

She didn't leave many memories worth cherishing here. All this city left her was loss, and the loss contained a pair of eyes that contained contempt and contempt.

She can endure it, she has been enduring it, and she has been waiting, but...

How did they treat me?

She will never forget the day when they coldly and ruthlessly deprived her of all the good things that belonged to her, and she will never forget the fact that every time that man appears, he will take away her precious things.

This city coldly rejects everyone who shouldn't belong here. It looks bright and bright, just like the eye-catching slogans and declarations on the streets, but it forgets those who live a hard life in the downtown area, and also forgets corpses abandoned in the corners of the city.

Just because they are unimportant and unpopular, they fend for themselves.

They live here, and all the prosperity here has little to do with them. They just take some mercy that the city does not want, and they must be grateful for it and continue to survive.

She was not dissatisfied with this kind of life. There was even a moment when she wanted to take root in this city called Longmen and try to integrate into its prosperity and ordinaryness.

She had no idea of ​​crusading and protesting for those people.

Maybe it used to be, but it's gone now.

In fact, she is the same as those people, but the difference is that while they hate this city, they can't live without its protection, hoping to one day be integrated into its embrace.

And she no longer needs these pities.

She is no longer so naive.

Whatever was lost, she would take it back with her own hands, and whatever was deprived of her, she would make him repay with her own hands.

She has gradually become distorted and deviated from her original path, and there is nothing left in her heart except the increasingly surging anger and hatred.

Maybe there was something in the past that could occupy a place in her heart and tell her what was right and what was wrong.

But that happened so long ago that she almost couldn't remember it.

She wanted to get back what was rightfully hers, and she wanted to kill the impostor who had the same face as her. She was different from the homeless dogs who were kicked out of Kazdaele's shelter. She didn't care what Ursus would do. I don't care about those people's so-called purposes.

She chose to stand up with the homeless dogs simply because they wanted revenge, and she had the same idea.

She told herself so.

No one can stop her.

— That's all.

She and the group of homeless dogs have never been on the same line. They just temporarily pretended to be snakes to each other in order to achieve each other's goals.

The only thing that she didn't expect was that the impostor actually dared to come to Longmen in person. She had to admit that the other party was quite capable. At least her daring to come to Longmen was beyond her expectation.

But it just made things a little more troublesome. Even if she didn't come to Longmen, after the matter was over, she would go to Chernobog to deal with her in person.

It would be better to say that it is a good thing for her that the other party comes to Longmen, whether it is to blame the things that happened in Longmen on her, causing conflicts between Longmen or even Yanguo and Dayan, or to kill her here with her own hands and take her with her. The infected people in the integration movement have the same goal in liberating Longmen, and even the latter is much easier.

Perhaps because of the heavy rain outside the building, this old apartment is quieter than in the past few days. Longmen Lower City is different from the Upper City. This kind of temporary shelter does not require any identification and can be found as long as you have enough money. So many.

She carried the folded umbrella and walked up the stairs of the apartment. The sound of the soles of her coat colliding with the ground resounded in the stairwell, waking up the voice-activated lights at every corner.

She stopped on the fourth floor and walked out of the stairs.

The safety exit sign glows with a soft green light. In front of you is a long corridor with slightly dimmed lights. On both sides of the corridor are opposite doors. Some doors have a layer of iron gates installed outside. The door has a sticker left last year. The couplet below.

She couldn't help but think of the child, so she quickened her pace while taking out the keys from her bag.

Maybe this is the original story.She thought, maybe if nothing changed and she continued step by step, she would do the same thing one day.

But there are no maybes or ifs in this world.

No one can change what has happened, and she is no longer the ignorant little girl she used to be. She cannot stop once she chooses a path, nor can she treat everything as if nothing happened.

There is only revenge and death waiting for her, and either way, she can accept it happily.

She stopped in front of the door and inserted the key.

After breathing softly, he took out the teddy bear from his coat bag, his indifferent expression softened, and he opened the door with an almost forgotten anxiety and tenderness.

Chapter 143 Because none of us can become good people ([-]) Fate

Thunder is a weapon made from a whole piece of Originium obtained from a disaster-stricken mine, doped with special metals. It is very different from the weapons inspired by the internal Originium array commonly used in Originium technology. .

The prerequisite for using this weapon is mental strength and physical fitness that are far beyond ordinary people.

The Source Stone is a deadly thing. The more powerful it is and the more dependent it is, the easier it is to be corroded by it.

Rather than a weapon, Thunder is more accurately positioned as a staff, a staff whose appearance and craftsmanship resemble a long sword.

The body and blood of everyone on the earth contains a part of the gift of the Origin Stone, but not everyone’s energy of the Origin Stone is enough to activate the ability of this weapon. Therefore, in the entire Black Steel International, no one has ever truly been able to Use it and leave it on the shelf.

Now, this weapon with harsh conditions of use, like its owner, can no longer exert its former power.

Chen Mo sat quietly on the sofa in the room.

The broken knife leaned against the sofa at his feet.

The etched bullets are pressed into the gun's magazine one by one.

He is waiting.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, raindrops hitting the glass, and the slightly swaying shadow of the curtains in the dark room covered his body.

Without pausing, he inserted the magazine into the gun and placed it flat on the coffee table in front of him.