marvelous rosaline

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Moran was swung directly to the ground.

Even though he was mentally prepared, he still felt a dull pain when his back collided heavily with the mud.This gave Gatsby a chance to strike first, and he directly put his knee on Moran's neck, binding him firmly to the ground.

There were no street lights on the roadside of the town, and the moonlight was covered by thick black smoke. Lying on the ground, all Moran could see was the outline of Gatsby's face and the fine hair scattered on his forehead.

Such a posture and such a skilled fighting style made Moran even feel kind.

"What are you laughing at?" Gatsby was puzzled.

"Now I understand what Rosalin Poirot meant."

Moran said: "Usually you are just a monster in human skin."

Gatsby:"……"

Moran: "Isn't it natural? You and I are monsters who came back alive from Europe."

The U.S. military may not train in the same way as the British, but as soon as Jay Gatsby is shot, Moran immediately understands why Rosalind thinks him so highly—he's a soldier, too.

As a survivor, Sebastian Moran could find the smell from the battlefield.

Gatsby seemed surprised: "You look very young...I don't understand, since you have experienced war, why did you choose to work for Professor Moriarty?"

Moran sneered.

"People who come back from the battlefield with all their beards and tails have confidence in their words." He mocked.

"what?"

"You thought you were the only one with something you wanted to protect?"

Gatsby was taken aback for a moment.

Moran immediately seized this opportunity, kicked Gatsby away with a kick on the opponent's abdomen.

"Obviously they are all abandoned by the war." He got up and said, "The cynicism of the woman you love hasn't woken you up from your dream before the war, soldier?"

Gatsby's expression changed suddenly.

He shot almost at the same time as Moran.

The moment Sebastian Moran pulled out the pistol at the back of his waist, Gatsby's palm followed, grabbing Moran's wrist directly.

The hand holding the gun was trapped, and Moran did not struggle, and the other hand drew the dagger from the boot.

Gatsby slapped the pistol away with a slap, and then retreated directly, avoiding Moran's dagger.

"British Army, American Army."

Jay Gatsby met Moran many times, but never once had the killer spoken so many words.

"You, me, and many people who can't be named at all." Moran smiled, but his tone was extremely cold: "They all stayed in the land of Europe, and what came back was just an empty shell. "

Gatsby gritted his teeth.

When Moran swung his dagger again, he raised his hand straight up.

The blood on the palm flowed down with the flash of the blade, and fell to the ground.Moran's pupils shrank suddenly.

He actually held Moran's dagger with his hand!

"What conditions did the professor promise you?" Gatsby asked in a low voice, "in exchange for your absolute loyalty?"

Moran raised his eyes.

He and Jay Gatsby didn't know each other at all.

Even though I have met countless times, the one I can talk to and confront is always Annecy.Every time we meet, Sebastian Moran is always the background panel standing behind.

When he communicated with Anansi, Moran was watching; when he communicated with the professor, Moran was watching; when he followed Rosalinn all over the street, he was only responsible for taking care of her personal safety.

The smoke burned out, the moonlight illuminated the ground again, and Moran clearly saw Gatsby's eyes.

"11 people, only I survived."

Moran said in a hoarse voice: "If I die for the professor, he will support everyone's family members until they die."

It was nonsense, but Gatsby understood.

He couldn't say a word.

Those light blue eyes are illuminated by the moonlight, from which there is only resonance and shock.

Gatsby understood, of course he could.

He understood from the very beginning that "what comes back is just a shell".

How many companions shared life and death, and took care of each other, but they stayed in foreign countries forever, and many of them only had clothes and medals when they came back.

Even if they were lucky enough to return with all their hands and feet alive, they were the same as Moran.

The war has been over for a long time, but the young people who participated in the war can never forget it.Their souls, their thoughts were solidified on the scorched earth by the gunfire.

At this moment, Gatsby even agrees with Moran.

However, in the next second, Sebastian Moran abruptly withdrew the dagger from his palm.

The burning pain exploded, but the killer's actions did not stop.Taking advantage of the moment when Gatsby was stunned, he turned his wrist, and the cold light of the blade drew a sharp arc under the moonlight——

"Molan, stop!"

Rosalin's silvery bell-like voice rang out simultaneously with the sound of the bullet being loaded.

The two men who were fighting in the alley stopped at the same time.

Moran turned his head and saw the slender and tall girl pointing at his head with her kicked-off gun.

At such a close distance, even a person who has never fired a gun can kill him.

"Stop struggling." Rosalin threatened, "You lose."

"is it?"

Moran laughed indifferently.

He threw away the blood-stained dagger in his hand, turned around in front of Gatsby, and left his back completely to Gatsby.

The burly killer took a step forward almost provocatively, causing Rosalin's muzzle to point directly at his chin.

"Then you pull the trigger."

Moran said: "If you don't kill me, I will definitely bring you back to the professor. Rosalind Poirot, you know what the optimal solution is."

Rosalind: "..."

"kill me."

He even raised his hand to help Rosalin adjust the aiming position: "From here, shoot directly, you know the bullet will penetrate my mandible and directly explode my brain."

"Rosalind," Gatsby warned from behind Moran.

"Kill me once and for all." Moran said with a smile: "I killed your father, Poirot. I have a blood feud with you. Instead of letting me get in the way, you might as well just kill me. The professor will be happy to see it." to a picture like this."

Rosalin didn't move, nor did she move the gun.

"Rosalind, don't do it," said Gatsby.

Yes, she can't do it.

The granddaughter who is blood related to the professor has blood on her hands like him?Professor James Moriarty would certainly like to see such a picture.

Killing someone is completely different from not killing someone, Rosalin is very clear.

There has never been that lingering corpse odor on her body.

For Rosalin, this is almost a clear line, after crossing it, everything is different.

"Do it, fulfill you, fulfill me."

Rosalind took a deep breath.

She closed her eyes, then slowly withdrew her gun.

And Moran was waiting for this opportunity!

The killer shot like lightning, and snatched the gun from Rosailin's hand.

With his left hand, he pulled the bolt and loaded it with a "click", and the sound echoed in the silent night sky.Moran completely ignored Rosalind in front of him. He suddenly turned around and pointed his gun at Gatsby——

The cold light of the dagger flashed again under the moonlight.

Moran's eyes widened suddenly.

He turned his head in disbelief, looking at the dagger that had () plunged into his throat.The other part of the cold () weapon that had just been dropped on the ground was tightly held in Gatsby's hand.

Dark red blood trickled down the wound.

Gatsby let go of the dagger, and without looking at Moran, he grabbed Rosalin who was standing still: "Let's go!"

Under the moonlight, blood was all over his white shirt.

The dazzling color brought Rosalin back to her senses. A fact was clearly in front of her eyes, prompting Rosalin's brain to spin rapidly.

Gatsby killed someone.

With a knife stabbed in the neck, Moran couldn't survive.

In residential areas of the town, there were even eyewitnesses.

But everyone also saw that it was Moran who raised the gun first. In an emergency, Gatsby was overly defensive at best, and legally he should be fine.

And... wait.

Rosalind looked up.

Jay Gatsby's hand firmly grasped Rosalin's wrist, and he walked in front of her, the blood spots on his shirt twisted with his steps.

The rusty smell of blood, the smell of sweat, the smell of earth and dust, and the aroma of Gatsby's own apple brandy all mixed together, pouring into Rosalin's senses.

Rosalin suddenly realized that he had clearly killed someone in front of her eyes.

But the stench of corpses on Gatsby was gone.