【Moneng】stay gold

*A private setting, the angel's sister is named Messiria.

Summers in Kazdale are sweltering and the cobblestones are muddy after the rain.

This is the border city of Sarkaz, where a large number of people infected with ore disease gathered here, struggling to survive in the slums of the lower city.Hundreds of kilometers away from the dirty moat where they live is the square in the city center. On the dark square stands the famous Holy Church. Mercury lamps illuminate the glazed rose windows. The top is hidden in the night.In the distant past, before the ore disease appeared, countless glamorous tourists gathered here.

An off-road vehicle quietly drove into the square, and Mostima looked at the Holy Church. She was wearing a dark anti-riot suit today, and a sliding device tied to her legs had a guardian gun on each, "I have to say, Saka The architectural style of Zizi people is really beautiful.”

"Beauty is built on bones." Messiria, who was sitting in the driver's seat next to her, shook her head. She took off her academic attire, and her long hair, which she had been wearing all the time, was coiled neatly. She was also wearing a riot suit , "You know when this holy church was built..."

It started again.Mostima smiled, and her knowledgeable friend began to introduce the history of a certain place to her like the most authentic local tour guide.Long ago, when they were rookie recruits, Messiria would always talk about some local customs on the way to perform tasks, which is a good way to relieve stress.But this time Messiria was more excited, perhaps because he had been doing theoretical research for a long time, and he was a little unfamiliar after not going to the battlefield for a long time.

Thinking of this, Mostima couldn't help feeling weird—Messeria shouldn't be here.

A few years ago, Messiria was decapitated in an operation against the terrorist attack of infected people, moved the cheese of the above people, and withdrew from the front line and went to the Summer Palace to do theoretical research on ore disease tactics. In reality, she just let it go, even though the PR report said she was transferred voluntarily - which of course wasn't the case.Now I don’t know why she was suddenly used. When Mostima received the red-headed document, he was very surprised to see that the team members had the name of Messiria.

"I also feel that something is wrong. I have been doing my best after the summer palace." Messiria said.

"Is it rejuvenation?"

"Of course that's good."

Messiria has always had a deep affection for the notary, but she has no obsession with Lilu. On the contrary, she has a martyr's temperament, eager to climb up to save the people she can get.Mostima used to tease her about being tired.Both had deep Lateran beliefs, but Mastema was far more rebellious.But of course, she was delighted to be fighting alongside her best comrade again.

"Have you gone to find Aneng?" Messiria asked.

"The last mission was on the way, so I went to see her graduation ceremony. Why did you say this suddenly?"

"She wrote me. Said she loved the gift you gave her."

Mostima hummed vaguely, and asked again, "Didn't you tell her you're rejuvenated? She doesn't seem to know what you're busy with."

Messiria shook his head and sighed, "A confidentiality agreement."

The car drove into the corner of the square and stopped next to two buses. The buses were well-regulated and inconspicuous, and one of them had the words "Cazdale Travel Agency" posted on the body.

Picking up the tool bag and gun case, the two came to the innermost bus.Several people in the car were looking at the map. As soon as they arrived, the man who heard the tone of the captain said that everyone had arrived.There were very few people in the group raid, and mostima swept them away, and they were all unfamiliar faces—this group was assembled temporarily, and this knowledge made her feel a little uneasy.There was a lingering smell of sweat and gunpowder inside the car.

After introducing each other, the captain began to divide the tasks.The target this time is a citizen of Sakota who escaped to Kazdale, named Divor, who smuggled blood samples from patients with ore disease in Rutland and provoked a terrorist dispute.After his crimes were exposed, he fled to Sarkaz, where he transformed into a sanctimonious orator who defended the living rights of those infected with ore disease.He often gave speeches in front of the Holy Church and had many fans.

Sakota and Sarkaz have always been at odds, and the extradition work has been delayed for many years without any progress. This time, the notary office intends to take advantage of the chaotic situation in the Sarkaz civil war and escort many fugitives including Divor back to the country by force.

"For this operation, Messiria, you are the negotiator. Divor has a good impression of young and temperamental female intellectuals. In case of failure, Mostima, you are the assaulter. Kazdel St. Church has only one main entrance , When we rushed to the door, we used a lead-filled smog shotgun, and other people had to deter Divol with force, and everyone had to ensure that the channel signal in the group was unobstructed."

"Divore is the only one in the church? Where's his leg hair?"

"The information provided by the informant said that his fans should prepare the Midsummer Eve ceremony at home. Tomorrow is the Sarkaz's Midsummer Eve Festival, and they will pray collectively in the Holy Church tomorrow night. At this time, Divol should be in the church There may be a few confidantes following him, but not many. Tomorrow he will incite the Kazdel crowd to hate the Sakotas. People don't spit out their bones."

Messiria sighed, "Only in this kind of troubled times will such thugs get a chance."

"But now he's in our hands," said the captain.Suddenly a voice came out of the communicator, it was the command, "We found the convoy a few streets outside the Holy Church, with the badge of the Sarkaz government on it. Is there anything unusual on your side? Over."

"No. Over."

"Received. Over."

The captain put down the communicator, "We have to keep the Sarkaz government secret from this operation. Violence is not allowed unless it is absolutely necessary. But armed deterrence must be done. I repeat the discipline again, be vigilant against Divor using any bodily fluids on you, Saliva, or urine. It is very likely that he has carried the ore disease virus. Messiria, keep a safe distance when comforting him, and do not take off the protective clothing and mask at any time, he may bite. Proceed When arresting him, pay attention to whether there are origin stone crystals on his body surface. Well, wait for the signal, and we will act as soon as the signal starts."

Everyone took out the guardian gun, pulled the hammer, locked it, started the engine of the car, and each team went to the determined position to stand by.

Near midnight, the lights of the Holy Church were finally extinguished, and several figures came out from the main entrance. The tall and thin person walking in the front was Divor, his halo was pitch black, followed by two children.Duvole took a little girl by the hand and was about to go down the steps.The captain's voice came from the wireless headset, "The target has come out, and all units are ready to act."

Messiria got out of the car first, and as soon as she got out of the car, Divol's eyes found her.The bus behind her turned on the headlights, and the light shot towards Divol. Her gun was aimed at Divol, but her attention was on the child beside him, "Divol! This is the police officer of the Sakota Notary Office ! Let go of the child!"

Unfazed, Duvole knelt down between the two little girls, stroking their long hair.Both little girls were Sarkaz with pitch-black horns.He picked up one little girl with one arm, led the other, and slowly walked down the stairs, "Don't be afraid." He said to the child, "According to our rehearsal..."

"Stay where you are! Divol, stop resisting! Put down the child, come to me..."

Divol didn't stop, suddenly a bullet shot out from his leg, Messiria's voice stopped abruptly, and she was shot in the unarmored part of her abdomen.She fired at Divol, and at the same time the little girl in Divol's arms pulled out a pistol from her clothes, and Mostima saw the reflection and shot immediately.Several gunshots exploded at the same time.Divol fell down.

Out of the corner of Mostima's eyes, Angie, standing behind the shield, knelt forward as if she had been punched hard in the back. When she turned around, she found a Sarkaz in the arched window on the second floor of the church. While reloading, she flicked the guardian gun, and the man fell from the window.

At the same time, chairs collided suddenly, random and hasty footsteps came from the church, and more and more heads appeared on a certain corner of the arched window of the church. Mostima reacted quickly, and she shot again and again. , When changing the magazine, the previous magazine has not landed on the ground, and the new magazine has been loaded with a "snap" and replaced.

"The information is wrong! The information is..." The voice of someone in the headset stopped abruptly.

The bullet passed right next to Mostema's face, and Peng shot through the car window behind her.The glass crashed and shattered.She immediately realized that her position was exposed, squatted down and rolled into the bottom of the car, and several bullets flew past her movements.

The vision under the car suddenly narrowed, and she saw Angie fell to the ground, Divol fell to the ground motionless, the halo disappeared, and the little girl who shot was lying on her body, with a big puddle of blood under her body.The inside of the helmet of another person was covered with splattered blood, and it was impossible to tell who it was.Without Messiria, she turned her head with difficulty to change her sight, and saw Messiria being dragged into the church by several heavily armed defensemen.Someone else fell.

"Damn..."

Mostima wanted to rush into the church, but the dense barrage made it difficult for her to move. She heard sniper rifles ringing, children crying, the ground shaking, and her vision was in chaos. Strong smell of gunpowder.

They were ambushed, natural targets for the angel's halo in the dark night.

Mostima took a deep breath, biding his time.She turned over and hid in the car, covered the halo with a black raincloth that exuded a strong smell, and jumped out of the car and rolled away from the center of chaos. She came to the wall of the church, raised the butt of the gun and shattered the arch The window, she climbed the window and got in.

The sight in the church was dim, and the chaotic human voices suddenly became much quieter. Mostima had no time to pay attention to the glass shards caught in her hair. She rolled over and stood up, looking around. The moonlight shines through the huge colorful rose window When the light came in, the ground was covered with waves, the chairs near the gate were overturned and trampled, sawdust rolled everywhere, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air. Several Sarkaz and Mostima saw each other at the same time , but Mostima reacted faster than them.Another few lives.Mostima trotted around the hall and looked around, but he didn't find Messiria.Suddenly, she raised her head suddenly, and saw not far above her head, in front of the bright mural, there was a human figure with its head hanging down and its hair covering its face, staying in mid-air.A straight black line connects the figure's feet to the ground, and the figure's hands are outstretched and its wrists are pinned to the wall in a pose that resembles the Passion of the Son, but it's not a painting—it's Messiria, who was nailed to the wall.That black line is blood in the moonlight.

Mostima rushed over and jumped onto the stage frame where the choir hadn't been removed. She held Messiria's head in her hands and shouted her name loudly, but Messiria could no longer respond.When she took her down to catch Messiria's fallen body, she felt something pinched her arm. She looked down and saw a small dagger pierced into Messiria's chest.Only a black hilt of the dagger was exposed, and the rest remained in the chest cavity.Mostima recognized this kind of knife, the bloodletting knife of the Syracusans, the blade was made of cut sides of Origin Stone.Death's toy.

The Sarkaz used a knife to carve a few words on the Sakota's collarbone: "A demon without horns".

Suddenly, the walkie-talkie on Mostima's waist rang. She picked up the walkie-talkie, her voice trembling uncontrollably, and she paused for a while because she couldn't breathe, "Yes."

"I found her."

"She was badly hurt."

After the simple communication, Mostima lowered her hands. She wanted to press the end button, but unconsciously pressed the call button of the group channel. For a moment, the intercom at Messiria's waist buzzed loudly, and Mostima Startled by the sound, she looked down and saw her best comrade's nearly broken hand dangling in the air, as if she was going to answer the walkie-talkie.

Mostima gritted her teeth in pain, and walked out holding Messiria.She heard a cry, and when the tears stung her eyes she realized it was she who was crying, and heard her cry echoing through the church, growing louder and finally coming down like thunder.

The next day, Mostima came to Sakota's mansion in Kazdale to await arraignment.She could have waited decently in the hospital, but she would rather stand at the door early in the morning, waiting for the mansion to open.She had swollen ankles, bruised elbows and bruises on her back and ribs.Standing there with her gun case on her back, she looked like a humanoid weapon that was about to be scrapped.Some civil servants who came to work did not dare to look at her when they entered the door. Everyone knew that weapons that were close to being scrapped would become more dangerous due to the increase of uncontrollable factors.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Kazdale, a march against Sakota was brewing.

An official car stopped beside Mostima.The captain got out of the car and walked up to her. Mostima didn't greet him, and she stared blankly at a point of emptiness in the distance.The mansion finally opened, and the captain and Mostima entered the hall one by one.The captain disappeared around a corner, and Mostima was waiting in the waiting room, and a pretty blond angel poured her a cup of coffee, which she didn't touch.

Behind the waiting room wall is the council hall. Mostima looked at that wall. There was a red brocade hanging on the wall, on which was embroidered Sakota’s coat of arms. There was a row of tassels in front of the badge. There are two vases of lilies on the left and right.The sun shone on that wall, the emblem was brilliant, and the lily was holy and beautiful.Behind Shengjie, there was a dull quarrel, and Mastema couldn't hear it clearly. She had been ringing in her ears since she woke up this morning.

After an unknown amount of time, the blond angel told her to go to the conference hall.Mostima picked up the gun case, "I'm sorry, officer, but you have to disarm..." She ignored it.As she walked through the corridor, a picture flashed in her mind: Messiria was lying on the cold ground, and a Sarkaz woman with white horns and a black robe was treating her.People from the Sarkaz government quickly took control of the scene.

She knocked on the door and entered the conference room.

The topic of this meeting is how to deal with the major incident of the failed extradition of Kazdel fugitive.Mostima walked to a chair facing the round table with its back facing the window and sat down. Some people looked at her and her gun and showed displeased expressions.Mostima looked around indifferently at the people sitting in front of her. They were about to decide the weight of Mostima's statement today and her future life trajectory.She saw the special operations captain also appearing opposite, and he avoided her gaze.

Mostima understood.

After the lengthy report of the meeting, there was a push and pull between several parts. In a practical sense, this was a pot-sharing meeting.Mostima didn't speak until she was asked the question, she was very calm, but anyone could see the madness hidden in her calmness, she was in an extremely dangerous balance, like a woman pushed off the edge of a table The cup is crumbling, and if the cup breaks, it will inevitably cause injury, but the problem is that no one knows whether the cup will fall, and when it will fall.

"Mostima, you shot Divor that day, along with thirteen Sarkaz citizens."

It finally started.

"I just carry out the tasks I accept."

"The mission requirement is to extradite Divor peacefully and escort him back to China."

"When the mission was divided, I was tasked with bringing down Divol by force. But we were betrayed, someone exposed our plan (someone made a stop motion, but Mostima didn't care), Divol Come out first, Messiria gives him two chances to stop fighting, he refuses, both Divol's little girl and Messiria shoot at each other, Divol dies, Messiria suffers Seriously wounded, Angie then fell, Messiria was dragged into the church in the chaos and nailed to the wall. I did kill a lot of people, and if I didn't kill them, they would kill me."

"Both Messiria and Angie are dead, no one can prove the authenticity of your words."

Hearing that name, a crack appeared on Mastema's cold expression.

"Who raised the gun first, Messiria or Duvol?" the question continued.

"Mr. Devore."

"Did Angie die before or after their conflict?"

"After that. As soon as the negotiations collapsed, the snipers immediately opened fire."

"Did you have any definite evidence to prove that the Sarkaz people who died in your hands were all Divol's accomplices?"

"…I can't be sure. No intelligence to back it up, but they shot at me."

The questioner showed the expression of a wolf smelling meat, "You were not sure of their identities before you shot?"

"Yes."

The inquiring people exchanged a understanding expression with each other.

"Can I make some more statements?" Mosttima asked.

The other officer frowned, but said, "Of course."

"Someone leaked the secrets of this operation. Divor was obviously prepared, and there were snipers supporting him. No one told us that there were a large number of Sarkaz armed civilians and children inside. Our support was simply not enough. And Sarkaz The government arrived within half an hour, and someone leaked the information to Divor and the local government. Ironically, it was Sarkaz's pardoner who first treated the wounded of our team."

"There is no evidence to prove that the personnel in the notary office leaked secrets."

"Yeah yeah, that's why I'm sitting here as a scapegoat, isn't it? You need to throw a piece of flesh at the Sarkaz to extinguish their public opinion, and am I that piece of flesh? Me, holding it in one hand Agent Rutland with thirteen lives, a woman, and pretty—a perfect fit."

The real ugliness is not in the weapon, but in the face of the person.

"Mostima, we don't need any more sacrifices..."

"My sacrifice in the future file is voluntary, I know. It's like Messiria was voluntarily transferred from the front line to the summer palace, and from the summer palace was voluntarily died in Kazdel." She paused and looked at The clerk, showing a beautiful and thrilling smile, "You are already writing that, aren't you?"

The clerk trembled, and the pen slipped from his hand and rolled to the floor.

Mostima laughed.

There was a whisper in the interrogator, and the interrogator announced that the meeting was suspended, some people went out, and some people were smoking. At this moment, the special operations team leader came over, and he came behind Mostima and pressed her shoulder. , bent down and said that if Mostima pleaded guilty, then they have a way to bail her out. This incident will not have any impact on her future resume, and the biggest demerit is equivalent to being late for a meeting.She can find a job suitable for a woman, and she will get benefits no worse than the government pension for the families of dead soldiers.

"Is that what they were talking to you about then?" Mosttima asked.

The captain froze.

Mostima opened the gun case and took out her guardian gun and the emblem of the Sakota Notary Office. She stroked the body of the gun, "You should have stood with me. But you sold yourself. You are not worthy Be a fighter."

The captain blushed, "I still have a wife and children."

"Misseria has a younger sister who has just grown up, and Angie has parents. The reason why I stand here is to seek justice for them. They can't die like this without knowing why."

"Okay, okay, you are the most noble." The captain left angrily.

The meeting resumed after half an hour.

Mostima waited quietly until everyone was seated, she stood up without waiting to push and pull again, "You think you have the capital to play the game, the rules of the game are specified by you, and you bargain with the Sarkaz government , me and my comrades-in-arms are just a pawn on the chessboard, just to keep a few bureaucrats, you are going to sacrifice me, just like Messiria and Angie were wasted, just for the benefit of your respective groups. Intimidation , Suppression, that’s the way it is anyway. You think I don’t have the courage to continue, don’t you? Even if I talk hard today, tomorrow you can threaten me, my family, my friends with other things, until one day Turn me into another person, you think I can't play with you in the end, don't you? But I will tell you the answer now-"

She raised her guardian gun,

"I refuse to play the game."

Mostima stood far away under the black tree in the cemetery, and the funeral was being held in front of the tombstone in the distance. She was wearing a wide black hat and a black skirt, and she was not quite used to her newly grown tail and horns.

"Who is it today?" The woman with red hair and long horns walked up to her.

"Today is Alice."

"What happened to her? Can you tell me this?"

"There were many children on the battlefield. Some survived. When she went to organize the evacuation of the surviving children, she was stabbed on the back of a knife made of origin stone by a little boy. The wound was not serious, but she knew what the fate of ore disease was— — she killed herself after the evacuation was over."

The two stood silently under the tree for a while.

"How many more days?"

"Two more days. Tomorrow is Messiria, and the day after tomorrow is Captain. He is the last."

"But the superior has assigned a task, so I have to leave today."

Having said that, neither of them moved.

"I heard that you killed your captain?"

"He rushed up by himself. I didn't mean to kill him. He has guilt in his heart."

"If you had killed a senior official at the meeting that day, you wouldn't be standing here today. He's protecting you."

"He's a softie. He couldn't bear the fact that he betrayed us, so he told me about those dirty things, transferred the pain to me, and asked me to bear the pain for him."

"..."

Mostima was silent for a moment, but said something completely irrelevant, "You know that this blood-drinking holy church was actually built on top of the alien temple of Sarkaz's previous dynasty. You can discover the cultures of other peoples. The buildings were burned down, rebuilt, burned down, and rebuilt, and finally became the Kazdale Church we see now. Different beliefs have performed miracles here , There is no beginning, no end, the only certainty is different secret doors and catacombs, where the bones of different peoples sleep. People gnaw each other's bones when they are alive, but sleep peacefully inches away from each other after death. "

"...It sounds like death is a relief."

There were several strange and miserable voices in the distance.It was the cry of a swan when it was dying.

Mostima left the shadow of the black tree to present a bouquet of flowers to her dead comrade, and as she approached, people turned away from her, making way for her instead.Someone spits on her shadow.

"It's her, the fallen angel..."

"Thirteen lives..."

Mostima solemnly presents flowers to Alice.

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