After billions of reincarnations

How can there be such cold rain?

It's so cold that you can hear the sound of bones freezing when you retract your knife with your fingers.

The light radiation of the Qiming Tower illuminates the desolate wasteland. Tonight when the lights of the entire planet are extinguished, the light of this tower that reaches the sky for human beings is as magnificent as a divine revelation.Sierra stood alone in the light, looking up at the rain falling from the sky.

A drop of blood slowly fell from the tip of the knife.

despair.

A drop fell into the flowing water.

The sound of the rain was so loud, and the sound of blood dripping was so soft, it should have been drowned out, it should have been inaudible.But Sara heard it, clearly.

She lowered her head to watch the drop of blood spread and disappear in the rain reflecting the lights.

"Sai... Saila..."

Intermittent, weak voices, issued from the throat, with the breath of death that is dying.

Captain Ye's shield was stuck obliquely in the ruins, and the man in the torn battle suit crawled bloodied in the rain, struggling to move towards the red-haired woman standing alone.He kept coughing up blood from his mouth, and finally coughed up fine pieces of flesh and blood.The task force leader from Sector Three looked nothing like his weapon anymore.

Not at all majestic, not at all impenetrable.

The way he crawled in the rain, mud and blood looked embarrassed and humble, like all ordinary men who are useless and useless.

But in fact, without the uniform and armor, everyone is an ordinary person.

Sera looked down at him, knife in hand.

The expression on her face was weird, trying her best to restrain herself.The blade of the long knife in his hand trembled slightly, and the rain fell on the blade and flew out immediately.Soldiers are trained not to give the enemy a chance to breathe, but Captain Ye is not only panting, Sai La's last knife still slightly deviates from his heart.

When the knife cut into the battle clothes, and the blood fell on the back of his hand, Saila's eyes suddenly turned red.

A qualified soldier should not be like this. He should be like a robot, unwavering and extremely precise.

"Sai... Saila..."

Maybe it's because of the Alz mine energy particles around it.Suffering such a serious injury, Captain Ye miraculously crawled in front of Sai La, and he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Sai La.

Sarah took a step back numbly.

The last light in Captain Ye's eyes disappeared in an instant.His hand was hanging in mid-air, and after a while, he sank down dejectedly.They used to be the closest comrades-in-arms, he used to be the shield, Saila was the knife, one attacked and one defended, they were connected with each other.He understood what Sara meant when she made a movement.

Captain Ye suddenly became very old.

His eyes were empty.

"19...87...0723..." He gasped, and intermittently reported a series of numbers.Reporting this string of numbers seems to have exhausted his remaining strength.After the report was over, he took a deep breath, and the blood was no longer gushing from his mouth, "Tianji... Tianji activates the program wake-up code."

Sarah looked down at him.

He looked up at her.

The panting gradually subsided, the light from the Qiming Tower was too dazzling, falling on Sai La's body and outlining her outline, like the Seraphim who is always firm, always just, and never dies in mythology.Captain Ye looked at her in a daze, and remembered why he fell in love with this woman who looked like she was stepping on a sword even if she put on her clothes and high heels.

She called him Captain Ye when she was angry, and called him Captain when she was happy, her eyebrows and eyes always had a knife-like arc.

In the volunteering of the army, she wrote that she is willing to serve all citizens.On her first day in the team, she said she wielded her knife only for protection.

It sounds very childish, with the ignorance of a teenager's ignorance.

But she did.

She is frank and frank, honor, future, money, she doesn't care.Over the years, her skills have become better, but she is still the same as the beginning.Protect what she should protect, kill the people she kills.So he likes her, just like a moth likes the light. People who are obliterated by reality and go along with the world will like people who are open and bright in the dark.

You already know it, don't you?

Knowing that once Sira found out about his lie, it would be over between them.

"I'm sorry..."

Captain Ye's voice gradually dropped.

Sorry for breaking all your trust.

You like the righteousness and reliability I pretended to be, but I lost everything you like by myself and became such a shameful person in front of you.

Rain fell on his upturned face.The tough facial features, usually stern face showed a humble color at this time.His pupils are out of focus, and his voice is lost in the rain.

A small box rolled out of his arms and fell into the muddy water.

Saira moved her fingers, but finally crouched down and picked up the box.

A ring lay on soft velvet, and the crimson gemstone shone brightly in the light.Sera recognized the ring from the early... years ago when they were on a mission, disguised and mixed in with a jewelry exhibition.At that time, the ring was displayed behind a glass case in the exhibition.

Sierra didn't care about people who looked outside, otherwise she wouldn't still have a conspicuous scar on her face in the interstellar age.

But at that time, she couldn't help but look at the ring several times.

The captain stood aside in his security suit and asked her what was wrong in a low voice.

"It's kinda nice," she whispered.

The captain also came over, looked down at the ring, and then looked up at her: "It's the same color as your hair."

"No wonder." Saila suddenly realized, and then looked at the price again, "Forget it, I can't afford it."

She just liked it for a short while, and quickly threw the ring behind her.The captain stood in front of the counter for a while.Thinking about it now, that is, after that mission, the captain became what Xiao Qi and the others called an "iron cock who doesn't pull out a dime".It was not the first time that Sera and the others wondered where the captain's salary went. They hadn't seen him buy anything for so many years.

Now Sera knew where the captain's salary was going.

Saila held onto the small ring that she casually said was beautiful, and slowly squatted down beside Captain Ye who would never speak again.She let go of the knife, buried her face in her knees, her long red hair hung down, and one strand fell onto Captain Ye's cold face.

1987, 07, 23.

It was her birthday.

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Listen to me, Mr. Lang, all kinds of right and wrong are just Lu Weng's dream of Huangliang Nanke.

Dreams of yellow beams are uncountable, and dreams of Nanke are also uncountable.

Because those are the illusions of immortals to play tricks on the world.In front of the world of happiness, anger and sorrow, which is as volatile as a dream, the most exquisite drama will bow down.

Jiang Ge no longer flicked the golden sleeve knife.

He quietly looked at the silent picture, the red-haired girl crouched beside the dead man like a child, the rain washed away the blood on the man beside her, and washed off the blood on her body.

Rainwater can wash away many, many things, but there are more things that no matter how much rain can wash away.After something like fate has played a joke on people, it can no longer be changed.

As Mark Twain, the brilliant realist writer of the ancient earth, described in "The Mysterious Stranger".

The beautiful boy who claims to be "Satan" explains to the protagonist that the fate of a person is like a long chain, and the chain is linked with another link.The first action people make at a certain moment determines the final result.From the moment Captain Ye took over the mission, obtained the qualification for retirement, and boarded the aircraft with Saila, who knew nothing, everything between them had a clear ending.

At the end of the chain is the death of love and the separation of life and death in this rainy night.

Then even in order to buy that ring, it is useless to make up your mind many years earlier.

This is called being alive.

Hundreds of years ago, in his story, Mark Twain uttered the clearest and saddest cry in the world, "Man is a prisoner of his own fate all his life, and he has no freedom for a moment."Hundreds of years later, countless staged vicissitudes and joys have repeatedly confirmed this cold and ruthless truth.

Destiny... a fate manipulated by the gods.

Jiang Ge pressed his finger on the blade of the golden sleeve knife.

"elder brother."

Ya Jiu whispered to the young man who was leaning against the wall and stopped singing softly.

The young man's face was reflected in a faint, slightly cold blue by the light screen.He looked at the picture on the light screen, but his expression seemed to be watching... watching a certain section, his own distant past.Cold killing intent surged under the stream of data in his eyes.

Ya Jiu was able to analyze that his brother probably didn't intend to kill Sai La.

But the killing intent is so real, it must be engraved into the bones to have the hatred to inspire the killing intent.

So who is the real killing intent aimed at?

Crow Nine didn't know.

I just feel that this elder brother is extremely powerful and terrifying in an instant.

It stood on the ground and yelled softly.

Jiang Ge put away his mixed thoughts and turned to look at Ya Jiu.

"Those people...they came in."

Crow Nine said.

He casts another screen of light.

When Sierra fell into silence, on the other side of the wasteland, Beckett's remnant task force, the adjutant and other royal commissioners from the fourth district gathered together and stepped into the wasteland. Refers to the Qiming Tower that is mining the second stage of energy in the Arz Mine.

"I can stop them."

Ya Jiu said quickly, calling out a detailed map of the entire Wasteland.

"But the blocking time can't last too long."

Because most of his calculations and energy are concentrated on mining Alz mine.However, Ya Jiu was able to calculate that his brother's situation at this time was not very good.

"Is that so..."

Jiang Ge looked at the people who had stepped into the wasteland. He shook his damaged left hand, and then stood up while supporting the ground.

—Look, that's the hell's fate.

Fate says coldly: You are doomed.

Fuck it fail.