[Overwatch fan] Your devout soul

It's early autumn, and the trees on the streets of Zurich are beginning to lose their emerald green color.A gust of wind carried a little bit of coolness, blowing off a few withered leaves, and blowing up the loose white hair of the lady standing quietly looking into the distance.

The drooping bangs blocked her right eye.She looks a little old, but the figure under the windbreaker alone can make people think of her heroic appearance when she was young.Except that she wasn't carrying a travel bag, she looked no different from the ubiquitous foreign tourists.

There are a lot of tourists coming to Zurich this season, but very few people will come to this remote park, let alone the cemetery of the former Overwatch victims.

People nowadays seldom mention the dead who are buried in the cemetery.No matter what brilliance and achievements they had during their lifetime, they have all been reduced to a pile of loess, and they have also carried a disgraceful reputation.On several occasions, the municipal works even wanted to move the cemetery to a more remote location, but it was delayed by more important matters.In a blink of an eye, so many years.

Some local residents who got up early and ran in the morning approached in good faith to strike up a conversation.They thought she was lost or was looking for someone, and offered to help her, but she refused one by one with a smile.

The early morning sun was bright and dazzling, and she was bathed in the sun, her silver-white hair shining with gentle light, like a beautiful statue of a god.

I do not know how long it has been.The people who jogged in the morning were gone, and those who were rushing to work had already started their day's work.The park was silent, save for the occasional chirping of birds and the wind blowing the leaves.

Someone was walking over steadily and slowly, as if deliberately lightening their steps.The voice gradually approached, and finally stopped not far behind her.

It was a tall and strong man. Although his hair and beard were all white, his muscles still seemed to have the strength to overturn a truck.There is a conspicuous scar on his left eye socket, which makes him look more rough, but what doesn't match all of this is his gentle eyes staring at the silver-haired lady.

"Do you know how short a person's life is?"

She didn't look back.After a long time, she finally answered softly:

"I know. That's why I'm back."

The man walked towards her.Slowly at first, then gradually the pace began to pick up.His breath was urgent and urgent, wrapped in an irresistible meaning.The silver-haired lady stood where she was, and slowly turned around as he approached.

They stared at each other face to face.Time seemed to stand still between them.The man raised his right hand tremblingly, like stroking a baby, and his fingertips lightly touched the lady's hair.He raised the bangs that blocked his eyes, but his gentle movements froze when he saw the blind right eye.

She reached out to hold the man's kind hand, closed her eyes peacefully, and slowly leaned her face against the man's palm.

His voice choked as expected.

"Anna..." He murmured her name, closed his eyes, and tried hard not to cry out.

"We all thought you were dead...I thought, I thought I lost you forever."

"I'm really sorry, Reinhardt. I need time to recover after what happened."

She raised her head and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of the man's eyes.Reinhard held her in his arms, so she didn't say anything, but hugged him firmly and forcefully.The two hearts were beating next to each other across the chest, making each of them feel the fact that the other was still alive.

After a little reassurance, Reinhard finally let her go.Anna stared at the familiar face, showing a relieved smile:

"I have to say, you look good. I'm glad you've been doing well all these years."

Reinhard looked at her for a long time, and also smiled:

"And you are still as charming as before."

They walked side by side in the park.The cemetery of former comrades-in-arms was only a few steps away from them, but none of them had any intention of approaching them.The recent situation has become more and more turbulent. It took more than half a month for Reinhardt to apply for a visa to Switzerland before it was approved. He instinctively noticed that the United Nations has stricter control over these former Overwatch members than before.

The reason, he thinks he still knows something.

"I don't know if you have received..."

"I know." Reinhardt nodded and answered seriously.

They all looked in the direction of the cemetery in unison.The call signal of the Athena system rang their personal terminals a week ago, and they all stared at the familiar name "Overwatch" on it and lost their minds for a while.

"They still use the old channel." Anna said, "At first I thought it was too rash, but after thinking about it, I realized that no matter how secretive the means are, they will still be discovered. At this stage, being able to contact everyone is better than keeping a low profile. more important."

Her eyes were shining against the sun, just like when they fought side by side many years ago, it seemed that she had never aged.Reinhardt understood why she was getting agitated.He had always liked Anna very much now.But now, he just felt like there was some heavy stone pressing down on his heart, which made him unable to breathe.

"So, you think the rumors are credible." Reinhardt said hesitantly, "You also think that the Siberian intelligence center that popped up suddenly is true?"

Anna didn't expect him to ask such a question suddenly, and she looked a little surprised.

"The United Nations picked up the signal from the intellect. I've studied the sources of omnic conflict, and they don't look fake. I don't think there's anything to suspect."

"Siberia." Reinhardt repeated the name mechanically, his hoarse voice sounded a bit sour.

"Anna, after you... you, died in our own headquarters, I asked someone."

He turned his head slightly, as if he couldn't bear to look into Anna's eyes.Through the trees, he could still see a statue of former Overwatch leader Jack Morrison standing in a corner of the park.There was a determined smile on that face, as if to say that a true hero is never defeated by the enemy.

"Nobody's gonna tell me the truth. They're all saying Overwatch was terrorized, but that doesn't explain why you, Jack, and Reyes all died in that bombing in one day. The two of them are fine, but you... …It’s a sniper! When the three of you went on missions together, you were never in the same house as them.”

Anna said nothing.In the years since she claimed her death, she has repeatedly recalled that tragic experience.She picked up the gun tremblingly more than once, but found that she no longer had the self-confidence of the past.She used to be a sniper who defended her teammates in danger, but she missed the most important mission and fell under the enemy's gun.

She couldn't figure out how all this happened.The order was directly issued by Morrison, and the mission location was absolutely hidden. It was impossible for anyone to find her location so easily.

"They said that you were on a secret mission and you died during the mission. I thought it must be related to that mission, so I spent a long time investigating. It was not easy, after all, I had reached the end of my retirement by then. Age. A lot of people are telling me to stop, but they can't stop a veteran from seeking justice for his comrades."

He took Anna's hand.His palms were cold, and even his body was trembling slightly.

"I asked Torbion, he took the time to inquire for me when he delivered weapons orders to the governments of various countries. Everyone didn't know much, but he still managed to get a little information: Morrison had issued an order before his death. I had a mission related to the Siberian intelligence center. Torbjörn also found out that the news about the intelligence center came directly from the higher-ups. You were there at the time, Anna. Is this true?"

Anna didn't speak, but gently shook Reinhard's hand, expressing her affirmative answer.

Reinhardt turned his head and stared at her, but there was no joy in his eyes for a positive answer.

"Over the years, I have wished countless times that I have found out the truth, but I have also wished countless times that the news Torbion told me is all false. Because... I can't imagine anyway, if it is true, So what happened to you... because this matter has been tightly sealed. It is an intelligence center! Such a terrible threat, but after the explosion, no one mentioned it again."

"So...you have been to Siberia." Anna said softly, turning her head to look at Reinhardt. "Is it right?"

Reinhard looked at her sadly and nodded.

"so……"

Anna lowered her voice.She suddenly lost all the composure and calmness she had before, and she knelt on the ground as if losing weight.Reinhard hurriedly squatted down and supported her body with his powerful hands.He closed his eyes tightly, and tenderly embraced the woman he loved all his life, but tears rolled down his angular cheeks involuntarily.

"Yes," he said softly, stroking Anna's sobbing back.

"For seven years, I have not been able to find the so-called intelligence center."

Reinhardt's voice was low and trembling, and he couldn't tell if it was sadness or anger.

"It just... doesn't exist, we've all been lied to."

In the night sky, mysterious stars twinkle and flicker.This view will never be out of date for human beings, even for those who are currently in spaceships.

However, the Secretary-General of the United Nations has no intention of admiring the beauty.Just ten minutes ago, he was just woken up from his dream and told of an unprecedented emergency:

The Journey Aviation Industry Group in Lijiang, China, was forcibly broken into by a militant.He effortlessly knocked down nearly two companies of security personnel, and sneaked into the core of the control tower alone.

He used the contact signal of the control tower to get in touch with the United Nations spacecraft, and demanded a direct dialogue with the Secretary-General of the United Nations, otherwise he would blow up this aviation center that condensed countless human wisdom crystallizations.

"Do you have any detailed information about him?" The Secretary-General asked the leader of the ground contact team who came to report as he walked towards the meeting room of the spacecraft.

"So far, we don't know much." The team leader replied, handing a tablet computer to the Secretary-General: "This is the latest image sent over there. The other party is very good at concealing himself, we only took a group of very blurred pictures Photo."

The Secretary-General stared at the back of the man in the photo, looked at the number "76" on his jacket, and fell into thought.

"We suspect that he is the 'No. 76 Soldier' ​​who has frequently appeared around the world in recent years." The team leader said, "The last time was in Cuba, and before that it was all over Europe. China."

"What's so strange about this." The Secretary-General said lightly. "Now there are only three signal towers on the earth that can directly contact the United Nations spacecraft, two are in North America, and the third is the Lijiang Tower. I guess he is an American, and he is afraid that he will be more likely to be detected by DNA in the local area. His true identity, so he did not hesitate to travel across the ocean."

He pondered for a while, then asked again:

"He said he was going to blow up the Lijiang Tower. Did he really have a bomb? Did he have a criminal record?"

The leader nodded heavily.

"In October last year, he threatened the German government with a bomb and forced them to hand over some confidential materials. That time he caused a lot of commotion, and there was even a stampede in Frankfurt, killing and injuring dozens of people. The German government vowed to arrest I tried to arrest him and bring him to justice, but in the end it didn’t work.”

"After they handed over the materials that soldier No. 76 wanted, they followed the instructions and found an electromagnetic pulse bomb that could instantly paralyze the entire city in an inconspicuous shop in the downtown area. No one knew how he did it No one knows how he got out of these things. He is like an elusive ghost, a ghost from hell."

"A ghost..." the secretary-general repeated the group leader's words.

The meeting room was in front of him, he stopped and pushed open the glass door.

The image from the earth was slightly delayed, but it was clearly magnified and presented on the projection screen in the conference room.A muscular man in a fire-resistant jacket sat slanted on a chair in the control room, contently holding his pulse gun.Seeing the secretary-general finally walk in, he looked up.

He wears red tactical goggles and a smoke mask so no one can see his expression.

"Long time no see, Nathan."

There was a smile in his voice, but there was a deep chill in his voice.

The Secretary-General of the United Nations stood there for a long time, staring silently at the masked face on the screen.

"Close the door." He turned his head and said to the staff. "Cut off all the signals connected with this place, and turn on the highest level of confidentiality. I want to talk to him alone."

"But sir," the staff seemed a little hesitant, "the Chinese side requested to intervene in this incident..."

"Tell them, I promise to take care of this matter." He said in a low voice, "I promise with my life."

The staff closed the door behind him, and in the huge meeting room, he and soldier No. 76 were the only ones left looking at each other for a while.

"Bombs, armed raids, terrorist threats. What can I say about you, you were a hero and look at you now."

The Secretary-General paced the room.He walked very slowly, deliberately letting the people on the opposite side see that he was not making any small moves. Soldier No. 76 didn't answer, just watched him silently.

"You once made an oath to protect the peace of this world, have you forgotten, Jack?"

Hearing the secretary-general call his name, soldier No. 76 shook his head nonchalantly.His hair was completely white, and even the hairline had receded to a place where long bangs would not block his vision.But he acted like a naughty teenager.

"Sir, you know very well that as a strengthened super soldier, I have a much stronger memory than ordinary people. There is nothing in this world that I can't remember after seeing it once, let alone saying it myself if."

Morrison sounded hoarse and tired, but the Secretary-General would never have mistaken that voice.Ever since he first heard about the bad deeds of soldier No. 76, he began to have doubts.The height, weight, and age were all the same, and the way of fighting and the weapons used were absolutely the same, but there was one thing he couldn't figure out.

"You still know that I am your chief." The Secretary-General said in a low voice, "Then what are you doing now? Since you are not dead, why don't you contact me as soon as possible? If you contacted the UN headquarters earlier, To clarify what happened at that time, Overwatch would not be without a leader, and the scattered members caused so many troubles around the world, forcing us to take pains to ban this organization that has made great contributions to mankind. Jack Murray Sen, do you know the responsibilities that you must undertake as a leader?"

He asked a series of pressing questions, but in the end it just turned into an echo in the conference room.Morrison watched him silently, waiting for him to finish.

"Oh, Nathan. Please, don't talk to me about this," he said softly.

"If you haven't contacted me for so long, you don't want to know how I survived?"

The Secretary-General did not continue to speak.He found a chair near the screen and sat down, watching Morrison quietly, waiting for him to continue.

"In these seven years, I will always think of the explosion that happened at that time repeatedly." Morrison said lightly, as if talking about something that had nothing to do with him. "It came from too strange, and the composition of the bomb is too special. It is not the electromagnetic pulse bomb that is commonly used in our era, but a thermobaric bomb that can cause the oxygen in the air to burn, thereby triggering the high temperature of the explosion. If someone wants to interfere with our ongoing There is absolutely no need to use this method in the implementation plan, not to mention that it cannot completely destroy the data stored by Overwatch."

"So, that's why the files given to me were tampered with in the first place. Because, this bomb has only one purpose - someone wants us, all of Overwatch, dead."

He rested his chin in his hands, looking thoughtful.

"But, who would want to do this? He didn't even hesitate to use living people to bring the bomb in, and even planned a whole confusing plan that seemed flawless in a short period of time?"

Seeing that the Secretary-General stood up and seemed to have something to say, Morrison slowly made a silent gesture.He changed the position of the pulse gun in his arms, and glanced at the real-time monitoring screen again.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm rambling. But since I'm in charge now, how about some patience?"

The Secretary-General nodded and sat back down again.Morrison let out a chuckle and nodded appreciatively.

"I have to say, as a battle-hardened veteran and also as a commander, this is the worst loss I've ever lost. I should have paid for my poor decision-making, and I should have died in the In that explosion."

"However, this may be God's will. Just before the explosion, I noticed that something was wrong. Your snipers failed to kill Gabriel Reyes, the best agent of Shadowwatch. Before dying, he tried his best Come here to tell me about the impending danger."

Morrison fell silent.The Secretary-General noticed that his breathing suddenly became a little short, as if he was forcibly restraining his surging emotions.He put one hand on the tactical eyepiece and bowed his head in silence for a long moment.

"I have a tactical move that I have studied in actual combat, and I rarely use it at ordinary times. Not only does it have the risk of being unsuccessful, but the rebounding shrapnel will also hurt myself. But at that critical moment, I didn't think too much about it. Much room for thought.”

"At the moment of the explosion, I pointed the muzzle of the gun to the ground and fired. The explosion shattered all the glass, and the reaction force of the pulse shell threw me directly out of the window. The whole building was in front of me... one floor It exploded layer by layer, turning into ruins bit by bit."

He gazed into the eyes of the Secretary-General of the United Nations and said softly:

"I saw with my own eyes that everything I cared about was destroyed at that moment. Nathan, I have lost everything. Now I just want to know the truth."

They stared at each other for a long time, until the Secretary-General finally sighed.

"We searched the ruins thoroughly, but we didn't find your body." He said coldly, "It seems that everything is like the old saying, the things you want to get rid of the most are often deeply rooted. You started from the 12th floor He didn’t die from falling from a tall building, so what else can I say?”

Morrison stared at him, but he didn't seem relieved that he was finally being honest.

"I fell on a tree," he whispered. "Go ahead and blame the Swiss government for insisting on so much greenery."

"So, you have gone through so much trouble this time just to have a face-to-face chat with me?" The Secretary-General suddenly smiled. "Jack, we have been old partners for many years. I personally promoted you to the position of Overwatch leader. No one knows you better than me. If you have any requirements, just say it."

Morrison was very quiet and didn't seem surprised by the Secretary-General's straightforward question.

"All these years... I have always, just wanted to ask you a question."

His voice became hoarse.On the screen, Morrison's figure zoomed away.He sat back in his chair, staring at the Secretary-General of the United Nations in the spaceship in Earth-moon orbit through countless satellites and radio signals.

"Why... why did you do this?"

The Secretary-General looked at Morrison quietly.Overwatch's former commander looks much older than before, but he is still an indomitable fighter.As long as he answers one sentence wrong, maybe the other party will press a button hidden in a certain pocket, detonate the entire Lijiang Tower, and destroy those priceless data at the same time.

While observing Morrison's reaction, he conducted command operations under the chair that could not be seen by the opposite screen.During the time he procrastinated, the special agent team responsible for transferring data and disarming explosives had arrived on the scene.As long as he gives an order, one of the teams will snipe Morrison from a long-range position in an ambush to ensure that he will never get out of the Lijiang Tower alive; while the other team will rush to the information room to ensure the safety of the data.

He knew Morrison would never press the detonation button.He was all too familiar with Morrison's style of conduct.

Morrison just didn't want to understand, he wanted to fight with his life to get the final answer before he died.For him, that's enough.

As for the Lijiang Tower, it had nothing to do with this matter, it was just a tool he borrowed.He understands the value of those data and uses it to blackmail the United Nations, but because of this, he will never destroy them with his own hands.

The Secretary-General thought to himself, but his face remained silent.It will take some time for the agents to arrive at the designated location, and he will continue to delay for a while.

"Do you remember when we first met?"

"You mean, the time Gabriel and I escorted you?" Morrison snorted coldly. "Like I said, sir. I never forget."

"I asked you back then, what kind of organization do you want Overwatch to be."

"And my answer is the same as always," Morrison whispered. "We will be the sword to protect world peace, and we will be the embodiment of equality, fairness and order. As long as Overwatch exists, oppression and discrimination will not be allowed in the world. We will unite all human beings and live together. Omnic Crisis, then, together build a future of freedom."

He spoke slowly and earnestly.It seems that taking off his tactical eyepiece, he can still see those young and ideal eyes.

However, before he could finish speaking, the Secretary-General interrupted him.

"After so many years, you have not grown at all. Morrison, you really let me down."

Morrison said no more.He just sat up from the chair and stared at the Secretary-General's expression coldly.

"I saw the potential of a leader from you when you were young. You have ideals and ambitions, which are all very good. Only with ideals can you have charisma, and you can condense a disc of loose sand into a force. But I didn't expect that you would actually overcome won the omnic war forever."

"If it's not about winning, why did the United Nations establish Overwatch?" Morrison asked. "You brought us from all over the world and told us that Overwatch is the last hope for mankind. We are doing everything we can to protect all Man. What did we do wrong?!"

"You ask me what I did wrong?" The Secretary-General asked indifferently, "Why don't you ask yourself, what are you doing with the most terrifying fighting force in the world after the war is over?"

"Although the war is over, there are still people who survived. Countless families handed their sons and daughters into my hands, and their blood was spilled all over the world. The sacrifice of heroes is only for the survivors. To bring about a better future, I cannot live up to their trust."

"A better future?" the Secretary-General repeated Morrison's phrase. "Have you ever thought about where the food and technology you send to the Cuban slums come from? Why does Russia want to distribute its oil to Eastern Europe? How many people's interests have been harmed by the so-called new order you established? Are you really Do you think they can always let you use the name of the future and destroy the existing social structure like this?"

"The existing social structure?" Morrison looked finally exasperated.He stood up from the chair and slammed the pulse buqiang on the ground. "Are you saying that an existing society like the Onika Group has been cultivated that refuses to recall the problematic intelligence center in time for its own self-interest, and then plunges all mankind into crisis? If everyone thinks like you, There's no way we're going to win the omnic war!"

He took a deep breath, and continued: "I don't even need to list all the regions, just Latin America, in order to win the war, how many young people they sent to Overwatch, do you know, and how many of them came back alive? No Excellent next generation, how do you let them survive in the existing social structure?!"

"Who cares! How their ancestors survived, they have to learn how to survive. Morrison, Morrison, why don't you understand? The so-called eternal peace, the equality of all human beings, they never existed, and they will never exist." Impossible to exist! Human beings are always seeking benefits. And without a hierarchy gap, there will be no real benefits!"

Seeing that Morrison didn't answer, he seemed to be on the spot.These facts may have been too shocking for him, and the Secretary-General was not surprised at all.This is Jack Morrison, a perfect soldier who is not suitable for this cruel world.

At the same time, he received a signal that the secret service team was ready.

He glanced at Morrison for the last time, said the last sentence word by word, and gave instructions to start the mission.

"Jack, you are wrong. As a leader, you are too naive."

He waited for the sniper's gunshot to sound, but he waited for an unexpected explosion.

The blue light soaring into the sky was the last image he saw on the screen.At the same time, the signal was interrupted, and the screen returned to transparent.

The Secretary-General of the United Nations stood up from his chair and grabbed the edge of the screen like crazy.He yelled in disbelief: "It's impossible, it's impossible!"

Staff rushed into the room.Everyone's face was ashen. They knew that the task of the action team arranged by the Secretary-General had failed.The No. 76 soldier, who came and went without a trace, saw through their plan in advance and pressed the detonation button before the gun went off.

This is indeed unbelievable. Soldier No. 76 has indeed threatened the governments and companies of many countries in the past, and there are many cases of bombs, but those are just threats.Each time, whether he got the information he needed or not, he revealed the location of the bomb at the end.Because of this, Soldier No. 76 has an extra title of "Grand Thief", just because he never really hurt civilians.

Although this time, the victim of the explosion could not be regarded as a "civilian", but this was the first time he lost control.

"Sir," the team leader in charge of operations came to report, "China..."

"No, it's impossible." The Secretary-General was still muttering. "But... In this way, he can't escape himself, and he chose to die together!"

"Sir," the other party was still persistently calling out to his sanity.He turned his head and looked at the person blankly.

"China just sent a message. It turns out that before soldier No. 76 got in touch with you, he had already backed up the core data of the Lijiang Tower on the hard disk. The box containing the important data has just been sent to Journey Aviation Industry by himself. Headquarters, except that he left after delivering the box and we didn't catch him."

"The Lijiang Tower..." the secretary-general asked hoarsely.

"They said it doesn't matter if the Lijiang Tower blows up, it can still be rebuilt, so don't worry too much."

The Secretary-General stood there silently.While feeling surprised, a bad intuition floated in my heart.

Knowing that former Overwatch leader Jack Morrison is still alive and a much more dangerous figure hits him a little bit.But he is not worried, a lone veteran is not a decent threat, starting today, he will be wanted worldwide, one day, he will be caught, and get him back in 7 years What he deserved before.

However, is his meticulous action and plan this time just to meet with himself, and then hear the truth of the year with his own mouth?

Their data transmission is specially encrypted, and even video equipment cannot capture this imagery.The Secretary-General is not worried that these conversations will be leaked out. What's more, the current mainstream media is controlled by the governments of various countries, but Overwatch has long been a history.No one would dare to spread this kind of thing outside.

He thought over and over again, but couldn't figure out the possible hidden meaning behind Morrison's behavior.

The secretary-general walked back to the conference room and sat down again in the position he had just taken.He stared at the blank screen, recalling the conversation between them just now, and the unexpected explosion at the end.

He suddenly realized that he had never known Jack Morrison.

Morrison woke up from the big hotel bed.He was awakened.

This room has a simple kitchen function.The loud noise he had just heard came from the kitchen, as if someone had dropped a pot on the floor.

He rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the bright sunlight streaming in through the window.It had been a long time since he had slept for so long, and he felt refreshed and full of energy when he woke up.The only fly in the ointment was the hangover headache. While beating his head, he looked for Reyes in the room.

As expected, he soon found the source of the loud noise that woke him up:

With his back turned to him, Reyes was working on something in the kitchen.

"Gabi," he softly called the other person's name, "what are you doing?"

As soon as the words fell, he regretted it.All this beautiful and warm scene had dulled his reflexes, so that he was only now remembering what happened last night: Reyes had suddenly lost his memory.

If he hadn't regained his memory, how would he feel when he realized that the scar on his face wasn't special effects makeup?

Morrison broke out in a cold sweat.He got out of bed in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to put on his slippers.Reyes woke up earlier than him.How long has he been up?Had he deteriorated to the point where he had forgotten who he was?

The closer he got to the kitchen, the more anxious he became.Finally, when he finally got behind Reyes, he found that he didn't have enough courage to call out his name.

Reyes didn't seem to notice his approach.He was naked, wearing only Morrison's jacket, and was shaking the frying pan with gusto.Morrison noticed that there was a flat corn tortilla at the bottom of the pan, which was being baked by the hot pan, making a sizzling sound.

"Are you awake?"

Morrison froze for a moment before realizing that Reyes was talking to him.This tone sounded very calm, which made him feel a little relieved.

"Um... Gabby, what are you up to? What is this?"

"This is our breakfast!"

Reyes' spirits were running high.Seeing that the heat was almost ready, he took the corn tortilla out of the pot with his bare hands, and then took out a bottle of hot sauce from the bag next to it.He evenly sprinkles peppers and shredded vegetables of various colors on the noodles, and each layer is packed with sauce.After a while, the whole cake was filled with thick stuffing.

He stared at his work with satisfaction, then folded the pie in half into a half-moon shape, turned around and handed it to Morrison expectantly.

Morrison was stunned.He froze for a moment before taking the enchilada from Reyes.

"Ah, it's hot—"

It seems that the perception of the god of death is quite different from his.If the calluses on his hands were not thick enough, he would have almost spilled this unexpected breakfast on the floor.Seeing this, Reyes quickly brought him a plate.Morrison put the burrito on the plate, and with this unexpected food, he thought about it for a long time.

The corn tortillas were baked golden and crisp, still slightly steaming.The sauces and veggies sprinkled on top are rich in color and look very tempting.He had heard of the delicacy of local Mexican tacos for a long time, not to mention that this was the first time in his life that Reyes made him breakfast, how could he not cheer on him?

So, without hesitation, he took a big bite.

"Oh, it's so spicy——"

Morrison hastily put down his plate and rushed to drink