[FF7][SC] Star Flower

He left the PHS to Rufas, and Rufas probably lost his own at the scene.

The disheveled nurse touched the buttons of her uniform uncomfortably, then put her slightly disheveled hair behind her ears, and glanced at Zeng with anger in her eyes.

Let him be spared... The young Tux raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly reached out his hand to cut off the nurse's escape route. With his tall body, he controlled the smaller woman by the wall, and then moved closer.He smelled very faint smoke.He casually lowered his eyes, quickly wrote down the nameplate number, and then looked at each other, he smiled faintly, "I think... Rufas doesn't like people who talk too much, I hope you can understand that."

With a gentle but undeniable tone, combined with suits and leather shoes and a handsome face, the nurse finally nodded in a daze.Zeng withdrew his hand in satisfaction, then lifted her chin very naturally, and carefully wiped off the lip gloss she rubbed onto her face before letting her go.Tux's physical appearance is actually above average, which is also one of the selection factors, and sometimes a good skin can make things get twice the result with half the effort.The course had been perfect, though he didn't do it often, and it wasn't worth mentioning compared to his other abilities.

good body.Of course, although the change is diligent, Rufas's taste has always been impeccable.

He only narrowly escaped death not long ago, and in the blink of an eye he was in the mood to plunge into the woman's tender chest and arms. He didn't know whether to say his heart was too broad or... too deep.

Zeng quietly considered.

To be honest, the call from His Excellency the General was unusual and, at the same time, very surprising.After warning the lady and making sure she didn't hear anything, someone had to deal with it afterwards.Another thing that caught his attention was the call itself. Even if it had to go through his hands, he had to discuss it with Rufas as soon as possible... As far as I know, the general and the vice president don't have a deep relationship on weekdays. Philos was also there, and this was clearly not a condolence communication.

Silence is a virtue, unfortunately, Turks is not a representative of virtue.

Once looked into the ward through the glass, the teenager sat cross-legged on the hospital bed, with the PHS sandwiched between his shoulders and his face, he fumbled for a cigarette while talking - it's a good thing he got it so quickly - but he didn't light it. In the end, I just had a dry addiction in my mouth. After all, smoke alarms are not decorations.He was not sure if it was a coincidence... This made it very difficult to read the lips, he could only recognize the first sentence "This is just your guess, so what if I don't admit it?" 』, it seems that there is some kind of dispute.

But it shouldn't be a big deal, because when Rufas said this, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was very happy.

"Ding--"

The sound of the elevator arriving brought Zeng's attention back. He lowered his head and made way for the ward at the end.Angel may not have thought about this question, why a country woman can be properly accommodated in a room that is not even qualified for special forces.Then Zeng was distracted for a while during the short interval, he realized that Rufas probably had a wrong idea, and mistakenly thought that Claude was another illegitimate child, and only at this time could he feel the teenage heart of the vice president .

The rich aroma of lilies permeates the corridor, making the smell of disinfectant less cold.

Balino? Shinra may look like any other man in his forties. His figure is fat due to lack of exercise. He has a beer belly. The belt has to be stretched to the chest and abdomen to prevent it from falling down, so he rarely opens his coat to expose it. This; the hairline receded a bit, the blond hair held in place by gel and combed neatly, revealing a mean forehead.But the eyes, his eyes are different from those idiots who are greedy for comfort and give up fighting. Although the corners of the eyes are drooping due to age, they can't hide the gloomy, sharp and cold light.Even if the woman in front of him was extremely weak and was inextricably linked with him, he would not show any mercy.

He pulled out the lily on the bedside table and threw it aside, and replaced it with a new one.

"Long time no see." Balino gave the woman on the hospital bed a cold look.

"Long time no see." Hu Nisi smiled slightly.

There was actually nothing to say between them, at least Balino didn't want to speak to break the silence, he knew the result would not be what he wanted.But he saw a few strands of white in the blond hair, fine wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, and hands knitting a small sweater. They were the hands of an old rural woman—the joints were rough and the skin was chapped.A disdainful snort came out of his nose, "Old and ugly."

"You used to say that I was stupid, but now you have collected the three things you hate the most, old, ugly, and stupid. Are you surprised?"

"No, you asked for it yourself, I'm not surprised." Mr. Shinra threw himself into the seat and took out a box of cigars from his pocket, only to find that the cigar clippers had fallen somewhere, and he was suddenly unhappy Throwing the box aside, "You should be crying and begging my forgiveness now, maybe I'll be nice to that little bastard."

The hand on the sweater needle paused, and the blue eyes that were as bright as a devil met the middle-aged man, "Yes, I almost forgot. This is what you are best at."

"It's also what you disdain the most." This 'disdain' is full of irony.Ballino had seen this otherworldly, self-important disdain in many people, pacifists, terrorists, cultural people...and, of course, this woman.What qualifications do they have to disdain?Like a growling puppy in front of absolute power, so incompetent, so bluffing, as if what he holds in his hand is the truth.Shinra's rulers don't mind teaching them the basics of being human, like turning dead and begging for mercy -- and have to admit, snapping their backs is an enjoyable pastime.

Hu Nisi lowered her eyes and shrugged indifferently, "Okay, please, brother."

Baleno's face contorted.

The man looked at the woman humming happily again. He didn't come here to see this scene, the same singing, the same smile.Perhaps he sincerely hoped that Hunis could find happiness, but at this moment, he had nothing but despair and regret.How much I once held her in the palm of my hand, now I want to step her into the dust and crush her dignity bit by bit.

"I've always wondered what you're thinking." He said again, intending to expose the false tranquility, "Is this what you want? To become an ugly bumpkin doing dirty farm work every day, taking Living with such a pitiful little money." Contrary to his usual indifference and calmness, and lost his composure and patience when facing his opponents, the president of Shinra began to curse like a punk, "Throw away the family's family like garbage. last name, and now you live a life that's worse than garbage, what else is in your head but shit?"

Not angry at all, but not afraid at the same time, Hunisi slowly began to straighten the curled yarn, which is inevitable when the knitting direction is repeated many times, and she has become very good at it.After a while, she asked in confusion, "This is the life I want, isn't it?"

"Tough mouth." Balino retorted coldly, "The hand that grew up soaked in milk picked up a pitchfork, and the mouth that grew up with truffles and foie gras picked up pig food. Is this what you want?"

"But I'm happy."

"No, you're not happy, and that has nothing to do with you a Gil. Happiness is wealth, power, power, and everything that goes with it; happiness makes people young and alive, not you So shriveled and shriveled, like a dirty beggar in the gutter."

"But at least I'm happier than the surname Shinra." Hu Nisi said softly.Maybe she wanted to refute more forcefully, but her weak body could no longer support the fierce words, she could only sink into the soft pillow, her chest heaved weakly, "At that time, I always felt very scared, terribly scared, brother. Everything I own was built on plunder, from head to toe, dripping blood from every pore and—”

"Blood and filth." Balino interrupted her impatiently. This quarrel has been repeated hundreds of times, and he can even recite certain words back and forth, "Dirty capitalists, vampires, demons, moths, and Is there any novel metaphor?" He smiled disdainfully, his younger sister was always naive and almost stupid, and the hardships of life did not teach her a little bit of wit, "Have you found the beauty of human nature in Nibelheim? A little girl with simple folk customs The village, where everyone works hard and earns their own way, is the utopia you dream of—and what did they do to you?"

The bright red fruits of rowan are attached to the low-hanging branches, and in the early morning mist, there is water vapor. A beautiful and thin woman treks in from afar, breaking the tranquility of the closed village.The villagers carefully observed and evaluated, and released kindness with reservations—enough kindness, enough for the woman to stop her tired footsteps and entrust herself to the unknown judgment.

Mr. President opened his memo. He had a good memory, but he didn't want to waste his precious energy on lowly worms.However, he showed extraordinary patience in reciting to Huniss, "Mr. Claremont, a poor country teacher, bought a diploma for 500 Gil. But you are not qualified to replace him with a good family education, After all, a single mother, no one wants to entrust the child to an unruly woman." After a pause, he didn't get the desired response, and his disappointment and unwillingness drove him to continue, "Mr. It’s just a pile of expired bottles and cans. Of course, you have no chance of getting this kind of livelihood, and no one knows if foreigners will bring some big city diseases..."

Nibelheim is a small mountain village with a population of only three hundred or so, and gossip spreads as if it has wings.At the level of Turks,

He read patiently and she listened quietly, as if Honis had been a little girl clinging to her back all those years ago and Baleno was reading his girl a bedtime story.

When his mother was pregnant many years ago, he hoped that the one who came into this world would be his younger sister. How wonderful is his younger sister, who is soft and small, who can act like a baby and rely on him, instead of competing for family property like other illegitimate children.He would bring to her the best things in the world, exquisite food, luxurious clothes, and precious jewels, as long as she wanted it, she would definitely get it.In fact, Hu Nisi is also a good sister, she is quiet, elegant, and beautiful, and she can call her brother with a smile, which melts people's hearts.

But just disobedient.

She was spoiled and didn't know what was good for her.

"People are all the same." Contemptuously concluded, "I'm too lazy to pretend, they don't know how to pretend. But you - you are different, you like hypocrisy, this disguise is more perfect than anyone else." The voice gradually became Gentleness, behind the gentleness is a vicious persuasion, "Don't you hate? Hate is what you should. Injustice makes your life so hard, and greed, and the violence of the weak against the weaker. They shattered your dreams, Break your heart into a thousand pieces, and they'll pay for it if you just nod."

And even if his good sister doesn't nod, Balinor doesn't intend to let go of the villagers who insulted Shinra.It's not because he's angry, it's a gesture, and he has to do something accordingly in this position.

"——then I will become like you." Hunis stared at him fixedly, her eyes were diluted by sadness and pity, "Why don't you always see those beautiful things?"

"Why!" Balino stood up abruptly, and the armchair flipped back, "Isn't fine food nice? Isn't beautiful clothes nice? Isn't elegant music nice? Isn't luxurious dinner nice? When others are struggling to survive, you can enjoy all the most precious things in this world, or when you eat lamb chops, you have to think of bloody lambs, so why don’t you die? Doesn’t one live by depriving others? life?"

"But I don't like it. Can't I choose the life I like?"

"You can!" The man held up the woman's face, almost breaking her cervical spine.They were so close that they couldn't see other details except their eyes, and their moist breath blended with each other, "No one has ever stopped you! It doesn't matter if you are with that bastard Strife! You just Get married in an orderly manner, and you can have as many lovers as you want!"

Hu Nisi struggled to break the other's thick arm, but she couldn't move it, and her wandering gaze forced her to meet a pair of eyes full of anger.Her body gave up, but her heart never did, "You still don't understand, brother. From the moment you pointed a gun at me, you're still the same until now"

"What I want is love."

"Love?" Balino let go of his hand in a daze, then shook his head and laughed in disbelief, "Just because of this kind of thing?" He stepped back and picked up the chair, and when he sat down, he felt that he wanted to talk Ridiculous, "Something you can buy in the ghetto for only 300 Gil? I can always give you more than that guy, isn't that love?"

"Love can never be measured by money..."

"I have read too many unrealistic romance novels. You have always liked to read that kind of stuff when you were a child. Everything can be measured by money, but most people don't have enough money and power. You should wonder how much I spent Money makes that man leave you - 10, just 10, that's the love you want."

Hunisi trembled, her lips moved, but she couldn't make a sound.

She was deeply stabbed, even the sarcasm before did not make her reveal the slightest flaw, but now she closed her eyes, her facial features were tightly wrinkled, and there were traces of moisture at the corners of her eyes.After a long time, she tremblingly picked up the glass bottle on the bedside table and threw it over, but the man didn't hide, and the vase shattered on the ground after being weakly released.

"Get out!" The mask shattered, and Hunis screamed frantically, the needles fell off the blood from her hands, "Get out!"

At last it was quite pleasing to the eye, Balino licked his lips, and greedily replied: "No, this is my territory."

"What else do you want from me!" A desperate whimper sounded, and gradually turned into a broken cry.The crying sound was so terrifying, like the howling of a wild animal, or the screaming of a ghost, the person lying on the bed was simply a lunatic.By the way, she was originally crazy.

"Huniss, you have to watch. I'm right, whether you admit it or not, I'm always right, use your blind eyes to see clearly." The man rolled his mouth ironically, his gloomy eyes gleaming with victory The fact that it can hurt Hunis made him feel the long-lost joy, "Even if you die, you still have to look at it, with the eyes of that little bastard, that's why I allowed him to live."

The moment the doorbell rang, Claude turned his head and looked over. His fluffy golden fur trembled slightly, and his big blue eyes stared at the source of the sound without blinking, like a frightened baby bird.His heart was beating restlessly, penetrating his skin and vibrating in the air, the only distracting sound in the stagnant air.Angel...it must be Angel...He jumped off the sofa and stepped on the gray carpet, then stood there bewildered.

Sephiroth glanced at him, as if he didn't understand what there was to be nervous about, put down his book and got up to open the door.

The takeaway boy nodded to the general, and then walked into the side hall familiarly, preparing to arrange the dishes.He was taken aback when he saw the beautiful child standing there, and then tactfully looked away, pretending nothing happened, and concentrated on taking out the insulation box from the box. The general's private life is not something that little people like them can speculate on.

It's just... before leaving, he couldn't help but glanced at the child in the general's clothes... I really wanted to talk to someone quickly.

It was the last test before, and Sephiroth had obviously given up the option of silence, otherwise no one would be allowed to see Claude.He walked towards the dining table, and when he pulled the chair away, he found the boy was still standing there. Sephiroth raised his eyebrows slightly, "Aren't you hungry?" A night of chasing is no joke, at least the young man felt that he needed food.Sleep is not important, but in order to cope with intense consumption, special forces always eat a lot.

The coincidence is always just right, and the boy's stomach growled.

"It's right to be afraid, I hope you can remember this feeling in front of Angel." Seeing through the boy's vigilance, Sephiroth smiled knowingly, "Then you have to understand that we are in the same group now, as long as you don't do anything unnecessary. business. Come here."

What Sephiroth said was ordinary, but it was an order in Claude's ears.In an instant, he thought of many things, things that he couldn't forget because life was long and boring. He would always remember the flashing light of the knife behind the flower girl, and the magic stone that he personally offered, which turned into a meteor and fell from the boundless sky.He felt ashamed and hopeless, because he once wanted to give up his will, because obedience would save him from the cruel reality.

Alice never blamed him, and her companions unanimously chose to forgive.But now, the fact that he was going to obey Sephiroth of his own volition was more depressing than any misfortune.

But he had no other choice.

The doorbell rang again.

Sephiroth seemed to see a fluffy cub bursting open suddenly, every hair screaming silently in fear, this scene is really interesting, but it's a pity that I don't have more time to appreciate it.He walked towards the main entrance again, thinking maybe Angel would stay and have... breakfast?Maybe lunch.

"Sephiroth." The dusty special soldier greeted briefly, and the snow on his shoulders was swimming away a wet trace.They don't need to pay too much attention to these details, "I—"

"Over there." Even Sephiroth, who was not very good at reading the atmosphere, knew that he should get out of the way, and he was extremely bad at predicting what would happen next.

Now Angel and Claude met their eyes.

It was evening when Angel first arrived in Nibelheim.The soldiers were stationed at the foot of the mountain. In order to avoid unnecessary panic, they planned to wait until the next dawn before entering the mountain. This was the characteristic of Angel leading the team, but this time there were other reasons.The strong special forces walked through the twilight forest, carefully avoiding the hunting area of ​​the wolves, while distractedly recalling the crude map, and brought a few clusters of dew where they passed.The temperature in the mountains at night is relatively low, but it has little effect on the special forces. The young man is still wearing a black uniform that does not change in all seasons, with a family-inherited giant sword on his back, but it does not affect the quiet march at all.

The only problem was the mosquitoes, and Angel was already regretting why he hadn't put on more clothes.

During the Wutai War, Shinra has already suffered a lot in this regard, but so far there is no good way to deal with it. Perhaps the upper echelons think that this little bug is worthless.But Angel had seen stripped POWs bitten overnight into swollen balls—literally—red and rotting to death, and he felt that Shinra should pay more attention to this issue.Right now he can only try to maintain high speed movement, thankfully it works a bit.

The faint cooking smoke melted into the night, and the neat little houses were lit up one after another. The warm yellow light reminded Angel of Banola. He hadn’t been back for a long time. nostalgia.Smiling and watching from a distance for a while, Angel immediately disappeared into the darkness and walked around the edge of the village.

His destination is Shinra Mansion.

The situation of the "mansion" was completely beyond Angel's expectations.The information shows that this place has been abandoned for a long time, and Angel is also prepared to face spider webs, moths, and ashes, but he did not expect to be abandoned like this - the overgrown weeds covered the scorched ruins, and broken stones and steel bars were scattered all over the place. , experienced a small-scale explosion.He stepped over the waist-high weeds, rustling and bringing up many bugs. Although the movement was not small, it was better than being able to drive away the poisonous snakes that might be hidden in advance.

The boots rolled over the gravel and made a slight click, and the commando was sensitive to feel something wrong under his feet.He squatted down and groped carefully, and picked up a few deformed shell casings. Based on years of experience, the caliber was about 6.5 mm—assault rifle—usually the villagers’ double-barreled shotguns would be loaded with shotguns, and the size of the rifle bullets Not on a level.There has been a gun battle here, and there are traces of the army, but Angel can't get any more useful inferences. This kind of thing has always been taken care of by Tux, and his task is not to investigate the truth.

He tossed the shell back into the grass and resumed his journey towards the wreckage.

Although the explosion destroyed everything on the ground, it also had some benefits, at least the entrance to the basement was completely exposed.Although he didn't think there would be anything left inside, Angel took out the light stick and folded it out of professional ethics. The dark green light illuminated the narrow space.The only remaining wall was covered with dense bullet holes. He moved a bit, and the thick layer of metal on the soles of his feet gleamed. It was the trace left by the lead bullet after being flattened, which was enough to show the brutality of the battle at that time.Without wasting time thinking about what had happened, Angel lit a handful of dead branches and kicked them down. Without extinguishing them, he cautiously walked down the stairs with the light stick in his hand, with his other hand resting on the broadsword at all times ready.

Tap, tap.

The sound of dripping water.Seeping rainwater, or damaged water pipes, made the special forces tense in the eerie silence, which gave him a very bad feeling, very...very depressing.And restlessness.

The underground is much bigger than Angel imagined, especially after the walls that originally separated the space were destroyed, the thrown light sticks made the vast space visible to the end.It looks like several laboratories, the electronic equipment is broken, and the hard disk has been pulled out deliberately and smashed into pieces. It seems that there is no hope; the prototype can barely be seen on the bookshelf, but the paper documents have long been in the fire Turned into fly ash, the fire hose not functioning as it should; finally, the cracked gutters, on which Angel's attention was almost entirely focused.

A testing ground... next to a residential area...

The broad sword swung backwards across a faint bright arc, and the muscles all over the body stretched to support the drawn tentacles neatly, but the hand felt soft, and the sword edge sunk into the flesh for a while, but failed to cut off, and was instead entangled by the tentacles. up.The special soldier reacted very quickly and inserted the sword into the ground, and the electric shock that followed was introduced into the ground just right.He let go of the sword, bent his knees and flicked the ground in the space of the opponent's attack, swung his fist and smashed the monster out forcefully through the recoil!

Any soldier would not take such an action. Very few people can fight against these monsters with physical strength alone, not even the special forces.But Angel's movements are smooth and smooth, without a trace of stagnation, which is the result of thousands of times of training, and it is also a proof that he is beyond ordinary people.

Angel didn't pursue after he succeeded, he didn't want to force this thing to the ground.Lifting the broadsword and shaking off the broken tentacles, he moved back in a gesture of weakness.During this period, he couldn't help coughing a few times, and the premonition that he was eating ashes just now became a reality, which is not funny at all.With the fluorescence and moonlight, he frowned and carefully looked at the monster in front of him.A species that has never been seen before, with a huge mouth open on the head, and saliva dripping down; it is a mess of colors, half of the body is tentacles, the other half are hands and feet, and the body shape is a bit stretched in the underground space.But there is no doubt that it mutated.

Why can't the Biological Research Department accumulate some virtue?

He was no longer confused about why the Tuxes hadn't come to get involved, but a new question had arisen, and Lazard hadn't told him about it.

But rather than thinking about the cause and effect, Angel gave priority to playing circle tricks with the monster, at least keeping it away from the stairs.My God - has this thing been here all along?The exit is wide open and the road to the village unobstructed?No matter what the previous situation was, Angel had made up his mind to deal with it now, immediately, immediately.

Dealing with such a monster is a little tricky for Angel, because he can't make much noise, but it's only tricky.Angel is considered a special soldier who is less dependent on magic stones. If Genesis was here, it would be quite troublesome not to be able to use gorgeous magic.

Angel was not careless, and made several tentative offenses and defenses while retreating.The monster's skin hardness, reaction speed, and strength are all well understood, and the boxing, electric shock and blood-sucking routines are also familiar. "It's time to end—" He took a deep breath, looked at the gap in the blade, and immediately pulled the hilt to his waist.

At the moment when the monster made the next advance, he swung his broadsword and shot out quickly, then bent his back and squatted down in one go, and the whole person was ejected almost at the same time!

The piercing pain in the armpit brought about a piercing howl.Angel grabbed the hilt of the sword, drew a beautiful semicircle with the fulcrum, and landed firmly on the monster's shoulder.After gaining the point of strength, the hand holding the sword suddenly rose violently, and the strong arm fell to the ground when the knife was raised in the hand, and at the same time, the broad sword, which could not bear the force, broke in response.

Angel copied the broken sword without changing his expression, and stabbed the opponent's brain with his small golden eyes with his backhand!

Skillful skills and judgments are enough to be written in textbooks, but Angel doesn't have a hint of pride.Broken Sword twirled a few times in his mind, making sure to destroy all nerves before jumping back to the ground.The monster twitched and fell to the ground, splashing large swaths of dust, and only now did the severed arm start to spurt blood crazily.

A crushing massacre ended in an instant.

... maybe not.

The only cloudy golden eyes left turned a few times, and when Angel realized, the ground had already started to tremble, and immediately the earth shook and the sky shook, and the entire ceiling fell down.Before he had time to be amazed at the tenacious life of the opponent, he immediately picked up the destruction sword and circled it above his head. At the same time, a wall of magic appeared in front of him, and when it collided with the collapsed building, it instantly stirred up smoke and dust in the sky.

Fake death?

Without going into too much detail, Angel, who stood firm, closed his eyes and focused all his attention on his hearing.Remnants of rubble tumbling... blood splattering... grunting gasps... sluggish steps...

Taking a step back, the destruction sword was pulled back——

The giant sword cut through the dust aggressively, and penetrated the monster's spine with precision!

Then, vaguely, Angel stared dumbfounded at the troll running away.

Dragging his destruction sword.

WTF?

It didn't take much time to catch up to and kill the already badly wounded monster.Angel wiped the sword with handfuls of weeds, hoping in frustration that the villagers only thought there was a landslide—if he dumped the body in a more remote mountain.He reflected on the fight and picked out many mistakes, such as being careless at the last moment, not paying enough attention to the environment, and most importantly-the weapon could not be easily released.Unlike Sephiroth, who was perfect from the beginning, he walked out of the lesson step by step in this way, but he has no dissatisfaction with this status quo.

To Angel's surprise, the monster did not flee to the village, but persistently ran up the mountain along the path.From where he was sitting now, he could clearly see the big magic furnace protruding from the bushes, and the faint pungent smell was familiar to him who had lived in Midgar all year round.

is there something there

Angel hesitated for a moment. Although it was not within the scope of the mission, he didn't want anything that threatened the lives of ordinary people to exist.Anyway, time is not urgent, so it’s okay to stop by to have a look.

Getting into a Mako Furnace isn't too difficult, especially after it's been visited by beasts.After squatting down and looking at the broken wires for a while, Angel felt that it was necessary to remind the technicians that it is not a joke if there is an accident in operation.Fortunately, there was no problem with the main power line, and the electric light turned on after a few clicks, and the dark red light brought a bit of heat.

The deeper you go, the higher the temperature is, which is a necessary condition for refining Moko.Angel pulled the collar of the sweater uncomfortably, and walked quickly across the hollow metal cross bridge. Several gutters and pipes were entangled under his feet, and the glass windows emitted a faint green light.

I checked back and forth, but found no other traces of destruction.In fact, it is not difficult to understand that the smell of Moko is not very friendly to any creature, and usually they are not even willing to approach.Maybe it was the beast that couldn't bear the severe cold the previous winter to keep warm, and then... the smell of excrement?

Angel grinned, and saw a few big fur balls moving in the shadows, which turned out to be a pack of wolf cubs.

As he walked back relaxed, planning to take them out when he came tomorrow, he didn't notice a golden head popping out of the furball.

When passing the core area, the pace slowed down.

The yellow and black warning strips were well pasted on the door frame, and there was no need to do more inspections here, and Shinra must be very displeased with the staff's unauthorized access to certain secrets.Angel stared at the plain iron gate and felt a little confused. He felt that he should go in and have a look.This idea is indeed a bit strange, even against the rules, but... who will it hinder?He just wants to go in.

glory.

Yes, a soldier's actions should conform to the rules of glory, this stubborn thought made the special forces hesitate for a while.But opening a door doesn't seem to have anything to do with glory, it's not forbidden, and it won't hurt anyone, and doing so doesn't violate his warrior way, as long as he writes a report afterwards...

The boots went up the first step.

A burst of severe pain came from the knee, and Angel slammed the pain and swung an elbow forcefully, but the action fell into the empty space.The crisp sound of running echoed in the steel building, he subconsciously pulled out the dagger between his knees and shot it out quickly, the moment his pupils shrank into slits——

That is a child.

The blond-haired child staggered just to avoid the deadly dagger, quickly adjusted his balance and ran again.Angel heaved a sigh of relief, he didn't want to kill the other party, "Wait—" he almost fell to the ground, he leaned on the railing, his pants were soaked with blood, sticking to his calf.Frowning slightly, even S-level monsters may not be able to hurt him, but just now...

The healing magic relieved the pain quickly, but that was long enough for a child to escape without a trace.Angel moved his knee, there was no problem, except that he didn't know why he was stabbed for nothing.Assassination?It is in line with the habits of some terrorists.But this time, this place, seems too far-fetched.

He staggered over and pulled out the dagger nailed to the steel bridge. It was the kind of small knife with a wooden handle that is common in rural areas, and there were no traces.But there are no other people around here, so it shouldn't be difficult to find the child.

Playing with the dagger flexibly, Angel looked back for the last time.

It was still a plain door, but now he didn't want to open it anymore.

"No, there is no such brat." Mr. Lockhart boldly slammed the wine glass on the table, and immediately filled it up for himself.Having a few glasses of well-chilled ale after work is one of the great pleasures in life, but meeting someone who can fight for wine is another, especially when that person is also from a small place.Although special forces are not popular, Angel is an exception.

Angel reflected on whether he was too serious, so that Mr. Village Chief thought he was looking for trouble, so he subconsciously chose to cover up.He put it another way, "I'm just a little worried." He paused, and lying is not good at all, "It's so late... It's not safe for a girl to be outside, at least tell her parents." He recalled Looking at the back seen at night, the blond hair was rejected, but there were no other features—if thin and small were not counted.

"What's safe, everyone knows, I can guarantee that Nibelheim doesn't have that kind of bad embryo." Lockhart waved his hand, a little unhappy, "I don't know how the atmosphere in big cities is, but here we are , country people are simple, bad guys can't survive."

"You're right." Angel nodded along with his words, "But there are wolves around here, and there are other beasts in the back mountain..."

This sentence ignited a lot of complaints, "That's why I asked you to clean up! The application has been submitted for several months, and the result is a little