Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

Not like a dungeon, but a wooden warehouse on a farm somewhere.

When his eyesight was fully restored, when he looked at the guy covering his head, his pupils dilated suddenly.

"...you have today too, bastard."

Jim stared at him coldly, and threw the empty bucket in his hand casually, making a crisp sound in the darkened space.

"Comrade Kremlin won't let me lynch you - but one!

"Boom!"

He slammed an old punch to the noble in front of him. Although the movement was deformed after a few days of torture, and the force was not enough, he still gave Jazz a nosebleed on the spot.

"...It can't be down to personal grievances, so be it."

After shaking his hands, Jim turned his back and walked out of the door unhappily:

"Comrade, he left it to you."

The wooden door was pushed open with a creak, and the huge body occupied most of the blurred vision. Jazz, who was still in severe pain, felt cold in his heart, and did not dare to raise his eyes to look at the terrifying man.

"...Even if you don't cooperate, it doesn't matter, because you can't play a decisive role in any of our actions."

Kremlin walked in front of him with his hands on his hips and an unlit cigarette in his hand.

As if he had seen through the thoughts of the spy chief, Dake put on an appearance of not caring at all, and his tone of voice could not hear the meaning of threat at all:

"I could even release you immediately, if you have the guts to go back and report to MI[-] - which would actually do me a little favor."

"...Are you kidding me?"

Jazz's face was ashen: "Even if I can go back, my colleagues will not believe that I can escape from the Revolutionary Party without paying anything.

As an agent, as long as he is released or exchanged once, it means that he basically retires. In non-international situations, especially in the environment dealing with the Bolsheviks, this kind of "retirement" is even more thorough.

At his age, he couldn't support the time needed for a makeover and comeback - he has the status of an aristocrat and can continue to serve in the government department, but this status also means that he has a conflict of interest with some people in the cabinet, and he has been "released by the Revolutionary Party". With his background, coupled with the enemy's downfall, he definitely missed the front line and promotion.

Detective Albert is dead, and now only Jazz's body remains, lingering on his last breath.

But at least he really saved his life.

"Of course it's not that you don't have to pay anything. You paid for your social status and reputation."

Da Ke's statement-like tone sounded extremely mocking to Sir: "Today, Comrade Elizabeth was invited to attend the public trial of the Revolutionary Party, but the subject and the guest have not come for a long time. This is very difficult."

Jazz choked again and again from the bottom of his heart, as if his self-esteem was broken to the ground.

He suppressed the urge to bury his head in the ground, and analyzed what Dake's address to the leader of the fleet just now meant.

Then he saw the Soviet man pick up a tablet from the table next to him, and click on the video - it recorded the scene of Albert raising the flag and surrendering from the height of the sniper point.

"Tsk tsk. It looks like clothes worn by Yankees. Your nephew has good taste."

Albert was still grateful for his good death, but after seeing the video on the tablet, his entire face turned pale.

"Or would you like to stay and contribute to our revolutionary cause?"

Dake threw the tablet on Albert's lap, fiddled with the cigarette in his hand, and became more and more cheerful: "That nephew of yours has promised to serve the British people all his life, just to save your reputation—how filial."

"That jerk, Riley... Ugh."

"Please don't mind me saying this - I don't think there is any difference between you, you want to live, no Hanzhen."

Da Ke stuffed the cigarette into the mouth of the drenched man, and took out the lighter to help him light it: "...you think about it, if you haven't made a decision by tomorrow morning, we'll let you go, that's it , have a relaxing night."

"Wait, uh"

His hands were tied and he couldn't pinch the cigarette holder. Albert almost shook the cigarette and dropped it on his lap. He whimpered in his mouth, but saw that Kremlin ignored him at all, and just walked out the door, very intimately. Close it for him and give him a private space to examine himself.

Outside the door, Jim Tommy, who had been tortured for several days, was waiting for him.

These two comrades, who are not particularly old, now have stubble all over their faces. They have dehydrated a whole layer in three days, and there is very little fat on their bodies.

And it can be seen that they are not satisfied with Dake's method of dealing with the spy chief.

"With all due respect, comrade, I am afraid that nothing good will come of your treatment of those vampires so gently."

"At least we should get some more information out of his mouth."

"He will tell us when the time comes. This is also the first step he must take in his labor reform."

Dake returned a look of understanding to the radicalism of the two comrades.

"Killing people is easy, but how to kill a person's persistence and belief is very difficult. We have now pinched his two weaknesses, and he has to consider working with us - what is needed is not torture, as long as performance It is enough to show a kind of boldness that we are very generous."

"With all due respect, he is a reactionary."

"Naturally, but he cares about his reputation and social influence. Even though he is a spy chief who needs to keep a low profile, he hasn't changed his bad habit of gaining fame... Although he chose life first between life and fame— ——This is still usable for us, people who care about others’ evaluation of themselves are generally easy to reform, as long as they are alive and well, they will still want to be famous, after all, people are greedy.”

Da Ke patted the shoulder of the British comrade beside him: "Comrade Jim, I promise that he will compensate for all the atrocities he has done to you in other ways, and you will retain the right to hold him accountable. This is my promise."

"...are you trying to threaten him with that video?"

"His nephew said that his wife and daughter are living a glamorous life in Kensington—they are 'noble hostages', they can be the wives and daughters of traitors, or they can join the revolutionary ranks halfway. , How to operate depends on whether he works hard to cooperate with us."

Da Ke took out another cigarette, put it on his nose and sniffed it: "...I just leaked information to him, Elizabeth is one of our people - this should have a positive impact on him. For this kind of person, as long as the revolution is from top to bottom, he has a fluke mentality that he has not betrayed the country or his relatives, regardless of how bad his perception of Jianniang was before."

"Our cause is not treason - it's about making Britain better.

"That's right, so we wait for him to convince himself and we're done."

Da Ke is an old psychology teacher, and at the end he suddenly sighed: "Compared with that detective, I am more worried about Comrade Kewei, the psychological shadow she left behind is not usually heavy, it seems that my 'British self-care strategy 'It's still pushing her too hard, we should prepare more cushions... After all, she is not an iron-blooded comrade."

"This is the first time we know...ship girls can also fire at humans...

Tommy's attitude towards Da Ke is more fanatical than Jim's, but he is afraid of the ship girl who participated in the rescue—even if he knows that the comrades in front of him led the ship girl to attack the reactionaries.

"Don't be afraid of it, Comrade Tommy, she fired the cannon to save you... Distinguish between friend and foe, and fear will be transformed into a strong spiritual support."

Da Ke saw his worry and warned:

"Many iron-blooded and heavy-sakura ship girls I know will not feel any guilt for killing people, and actively use force to gain power. It can be seen from the comparison that there is no doubt about the purity of the fearsome comrades. The cabinet government has tempted Countless times, they wanted them to attack innocent civilians and dye them black, but they withstood the pressure and dyed their skirts red with their own hands to show their resistance. You should welcome them to join the right cause and stand for their sanity and kind and proud."

"Yes."

Tommy quickly gathered his thoughts and nodded in agreement.

Comrade Kremlin is not the kind of leader he imagined standing high on the stage. He came to the front line and rescued himself and others with a gun. This kind of perfect general seems to only exist in ancient poetry...

What they don't know is how much thought Dake put in to carry out his promise of "using only the power of ordinary people" to rescue them. The person did it himself and planned it, and the two kicks of Dake carefully controlled the force, otherwise the person and the car would be crushed.

"Come back to see our guests at six o'clock tomorrow morning. He will definitely think all night tonight... Prepare some high-sugar and high-nutrition food... I'm going to the attic to see how they are."

The 40mm solid bullet flew out of the anti-aircraft gun, and the bloody scene of hitting the human body lingered in Terrible's mind.

I really used the weapon against the Sirens to attack humans. If some women from Iron Blood and Sakura have gradually overcome their instincts over a long period of time, and dare to threaten or even attack humans, then Afraid of this kind of girl, she really never thought that she would cause death.

No graceful stop, no declaration of war, no ability to destroy key parts to forcibly paralyze the opponent, leaving him alive——

For the Siren, the power of the 40mm gun can't even knock down their cemented carrier-based aircraft, but human life only needs one ammunition, and a short roar will dissipate, which is extremely fragile , far weaker than a siren.

She accepted this fact and knew that it was not her fault, but she still couldn't calm down her guilt.

"...frightening... Ceng Ceng."

As a backup member of the action team, Cheshire did not experience all that, but she could feel the heavy pressure that made it hard to breathe from the terrifying outflow of mental fluctuations, so she buckled her limp body up, trying to let the Awesome and comfortable.

"Cheshire... It's a good thing you weren't the one who raised the cannon to humans... Otherwise, I can't imagine what you would become."

Kewei embraced Mao Mao's arm, absorbing her scent, pearly tears dripped on her cuff: "I will apply to the commander to transfer you from the combat team... This is too cruel for you , I can't let you get in touch with those terrible things..."

"In this operation, everyone has made their own decisions and made great efforts, Comrade Awesome, you have survived, but if you don't want to repeat this process, I allow you and Cheshire to leave the combat team .”

When Cheshire's joyous energy was about to be overshadowed by terrible sadness, Dake pushed open the door, forced a serious face, and walked quickly to their side.

Although he was also very sad at this time - he never thought it was a "helpless" thing to kill the same kind for the right cause, he also thought that these beautiful elves were sitting in the warm noon sun eating desserts and drinking Black tea, cuddles and hugs add pure beauty to the world, but he must respect the wishes of the ship girls to "reduce casualties and destruction", and provided the simplest advice.

"Let's leave the frontal battle to the men. It's what we should do."

"No, I'm going to go on, but Cheshire and Cygnet..."

Kewei was still crying, her body was trembling violently, and she exerted a little force on Cheshire's hand, hugging the cat so that it let out a painful grunt.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry - I don't want you to be like me, Cheshire..."

"Clap."

Da Ke's broad arms held the two girls together:

"...my poor girl."

Da Ke has a sore nose, he behaves tough in front of people, and can lobby Albert with a calm and sarcastic tone, but at this time he can no longer use a formulaic and enthusiastic tone to explain the fear.

"You must be suffering in your heart, but you have to think about it. Today you saved two comrades. They are sincerely grateful for your dedication. You saved them from pain at the cost of your own pain."

Da Ke's forehead was against the dreaded hair: "Sometimes we can write freely, but most of the time we can only do multiple-choice questions. The world does not revolve around us. If we don't kill that agent, Every moment he is treated like a dagger by the cabinet government may lead to the misery of our comrades, we can try to contact and let the individual leave the hostile violent machine, not the enemy of the people, such as Albert and Riley - but they are There are too many sharp knives in the world - we have to shoot many times if we want to ensure our own survival, and there is not enough time to instigate all enemies."

Dake felt the terrifying cold forehead, and said softly: "This situation will happen many times, including those sirens who will not feel guilty no matter how you kill them - many of them have self-awareness and life needs. 'Humans' with relationships...don't get overwhelmed by your guilt, awesome."

"How can I not feel guilty..."

Kewei murmured that even at such a fragile moment, she was still as beautiful and lovely as a ray of moonlight on the ground.

She is so illusory yet real, making Dake feel pity for her.

"Then keep walking with guilt, so you won't forget what you fought for."

Da Ke ignored Cheshire's embarrassed expression, and continued to squeeze their bodies: "When you feel that you have deviated from your original goal, you might as well stop and reflect on it - you must never let those enemies who are defeated by you, and The comrades who sacrificed are meaningless...they will be your burden and will also spur you."

435 Nobody’s Suffering Is Tiny

The first ray of sunlight in the morning fell into the warehouse along the grille-like window bars, making Albert realize that it was already morning.

When he was young, he had the ability to determine the time through changes in temperature and light, but as he got older, these awesome abilities disappeared with him. The only thing he can be proud of is his industry experience far surpassing that of a young man. They are also being phased out by refurbishment of high-tech products.

He squirmed his lips, and finally shouted thirstily toward the door: "I figured it out! I want to see the Kremlin!"

However, to his embarrassment, there was no one guarding the door all night, so he called out lonely.

This weird situation lasted until six o'clock sharply, and the dewdrops in the hay were also transpired.

The winter in Scotland is also difficult, but the simple wisdom of the peasants saved the noble-born "lord" from the cold, and his clothes had long since dried up. The hateful man looked at him with infinitely calmer eyes, as if he was a pickled radish soaked in water, not a living person.

"Comrade Kremlin invites you to breakfast. Come with me."

Some vigilance is still necessary. Jim is not confident that he can wrestle with a well-trained old agent, so he does not uncuff his handcuffs, but only removes the iron chain that binds him and the chair.