glory [rebirth]

Lyle squatted down to protect his head, stood up quickly after the explosion passed, and raised his submachine gun to shoot a burst.

The light from the muzzle of the gun was extremely dazzling in the darkness, and the continuous gunshots hit everyone's eardrums.

Mu Qingtong resisted the urge to turn around, his eyes were moist, and the front was so dark that no light could be seen.

The shattered walls kept falling down stones and pieces of glass, and Lyle was covered in paint all over his body. He pulled another grenade and threw it at the opponent.

Unexpectedly, this time the wall was hit by a round metal body, making a crisp sound, and rolled down to his feet a few times.

It was the same type of grenade!

Lyle cursed, and quickly flew out to kick the grenade forward, then ran two steps and lay down, tightly protecting his head.

Immediately afterwards, there were two loud bangs, and the grenade shattered the wall.

Mu Qingtong suddenly turned her head and shouted: "Linn!!!"

"Get off—" Lyle heard his voice and fired two shots directly in his direction.

Mu Qingtong hurriedly dodged, the bullet brushed past him, and the scorching ballistic trajectory almost burned his skin.

Lyle was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, he put away his gun, and looked in Mu Qingtong's direction, his gaze determined but with reluctance.He seemed to have a lot to say out loud, but in the end he pursed his lips.

Thousands of words were reduced to silence at this moment.

He opened his backpack and took out the last two c4 charges from it.

"Linn!!!" Mu Qingtong's heart-piercing cry pierced his heart like a sharp blade.

Lyle tensed his masseter muscles, and lifted the film covering the explosives.

"You fucking come back to me!!!"

The noise from the chaotic gun battle made Mu Qingtong's voice sound a bit ethereal, but he could still hear the anxious, approaching footsteps in the chaotic sound waves.

Lyle cursed, panting heavily, and threw a grenade in his direction: "Get out of here——"

Mu Qingtong heard the sound of metal hitting, and quickly retreated.

Lyall stood up with the explosives, glued them to the wall, and stepped back.

"I'm not Lynn," he said.

The grenade lay quietly at Mu Qingtong's feet, but it didn't explode for a long time. Mu Qingtong opened his eyes and saw that the pull ring on it had not been removed.

Mu Qingtong: "..."

"What the hell do you want to do!" Mu Qingtong trembled slightly at the end of his voice, and he asked Lyle loudly, "Didn't we agree to go together? Here we go again! You fucking think you are a hero, Do you still want to put the national flag on your body?"

Lyle squatted quietly on the ground, silently counting the time when the enemy approached.

He didn't lie to Mu Qingtong, he was not the real Lin En, he didn't know who he was, he felt that he was born from a chaos, and gradually formed a crippled personality.

Everyone has their own value of existence, when he was completely separated from another personality, he wanted to see Mu Qingtong again.

Perhaps it was this kind of obsession that prompted him to completely suppress his original personality and control the dominance of his appearance.

Flames and shock waves exploded in front of his eyes. At that moment, his ears became extremely silent, and he couldn't hear any sound.

The wall turned into a huge hole, stones rolled down from above, and human beings were crushed like ants.

The explosion shattered everything, and he seemed to see his head flying up, separated from his body, and his limbs were smashed to pieces.

This time, is he truly dead?

The corridor behind him kept collapsing, Mu Qingtong ran forward in a panic, the stones hit him painfully.

He couldn't see his fingers in front of him, like the abyss of hell. He took a step but tripped over a huge stone and fell hard to the ground.

The wound on the palm of the hand was opened again, and it was too swollen to make a fist.

The power of c4 caused a slight subsidence on the surface, and the cracks gradually spread outward.

Mu Qingtong hung the gun around his neck, and took out the communicator. The faint light seemed to be swallowed up, and he could only see a little less than one meter clearly.

The ground was still trembling, and the aftermath swept over. Just as Mu Qingtong stood up, he almost fell down again. He managed to support the wall, took a deep breath, and continued to walk forward.

Behind him, where he couldn't see, mud and sand spilled from the cracks in the roof, and stones crumbled from it.

The fan in the main computer room finally stopped, and the case sparked due to the high temperature.

In the corridor, Jason struggled to break off the steel bar that was holding down his calf, and limped over the stumped limb.Looking at the only passage in front of Mu Qingtong, he tried his best to throw grenades one after another.

Explosions made Mu Qingtong even more anxious. He held the communicator and ran all the way, but tripped over the rocks on the ground again and rushed forward.Sharp shards of glass and fine gravel cut his skin, and he grunted, trying to get up again.

He cannot fall.

He had to go out, Jiang Yao was still waiting for him outside, they had agreed to go through this life together.

With the explosion of the last two grenades, the steel bars above his head could no longer withstand the impact, and he fell down.

Mu Qingtong only felt a chilling pain sweeping through his head, followed by a rusty taste in his mouth.

The stones and steel bars that fell from above hit the back of his head.

He felt warm blood slowly flowing to his neck and back, making his skin itchy.

He fell to the ground, crawled slowly a few times, vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, blinked his eyes unconsciously, and there seemed to be some light in front of him.

He knew it was a hallucination before he lost consciousness, but it reminded him of the dawn before dawn.

Mu Qingtong struggled to move his thumb to the position of the dial button and pressed it twice, but he couldn't hear any sound anymore. He didn't know if the call could be connected, but he was sure that Jiang Yao would rescue him.

His heavy eyelids closed slowly. Mu Qingtong never thought of himself as a literary person, but at this moment he inexplicably thought of a poem, which was perfect to describe his current state of mind. It was borrowed from his classmates when he was still in school. One of the lines in the collection of poems——

I will wait for the dawn, and when I wake, I will see your city in the light.