The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Ignoring Hashett's cry behind him, Hayes ran all the way out of the assembly plant. At this time, only the servants remained at their posts, operating the thermal cutter with their shrunken limbs and repetitive movements.

They didn't look up as Hayes walked by because their programming didn't allow it, they were just designed to cut material, that's all.

Soldiers from some regiments can be seen running by in groups. When they see Hayes, they will blow a whistle to salute. After all, most people in this commando team think it is a suicide team. They did not expect that they actually did it. Hayes' identity also unknowingly changed from a recruit to a fighting hero.

But Hayes was not in the mood to enjoy this rare honor, and his trigger finger twitched, making him tremble slightly.

Where is the enemy?

Where is the person to be killed by him?

Then he heard a sound amidst the din of machinery and gunfire, and determined its direction. It was the sound of studded boots on the floor.

Hayes turned a corner and climbed a few steps to the top of several giant plasma cutters.

Far from the fighting, but still very noisy all around, alcoves dotted the sides of the foundry, plenty of cover for those who wanted to hide, sparks flew from the machines, and smoke hung like fog around the beams.

Suddenly, a voice appeared in front of him. If he hadn't maintained a high level of vigilance, Hayes would not have felt the voice.

Suddenly, screaming, a traitor jumped out from the left alcove. He was wearing no armor or body armor, only a coverall, and brandished a heavy sledgehammer, but he was undoubtedly a traitor.

Hayes dodged the hammer and kicked at the opponent's chest at the same time, firing three more lasgun shots.

More enemies appeared, a woman and another man who looked younger, shouting something in a language Hayes couldn't understand.

Out of nervousness and fighting instinct, the woman was shot in the chest before she hit the ground, and before she could even make the sound of trying to breathe, Hayes plunged his bayonet into the third man's chest.

When Hayes drew his bayonet, the opponent was still alive, coughing blood into his face, and wielding a weapon feebly.

"You still want to hurt me?"

Hayes also gave him a knife, deliberately not stabbing the vitals.

The feeling of a bayonet piercing into a human body is completely different from that of a sandbag. He suddenly realized why those people like to play tricks on their captives. It seems to be a unique pleasure to control the life and death of others.

Hayes let out the kind of terrifying laughter that he might never imagine in the past. Anger and killing intent were like poisonous wasps, stinging his soul.

There was more blood on his face, and the sound of his heartbeat was so loud, even louder than the sound of a laser gun.

"Hayes?"

In an instant, Hayes heard Ann's voice, the voice of the girl who always tapped his head with the clothes fork after he returned from scavenging without success.

"Hayes."

The boy blinked and shook his head, that couldn't be Xiao An, she should be far away.

This is a battlefield, there should only be enemies.

Then he looked down at the corpse at his feet, the blood flowing out of it formed a small lake next to his boots, and there were some broken glass in it, reflecting his blood-stained face with a distorted expression, which seemed to be another A person, or a beast.

Hayes took two steps back in fear, only to find that the clothes of those killed by him were uniform overalls, the only mark on them was the job number on the neck, and the "blunt knife" in the man's hand was used to pry open A screwdriver for the machine case.

Around the woman's neck, there is also a shiny silver object, a crude pressed product.

It was a pendant of a double-headed eagle.

At a certain moment, Hayes' heart skipped a beat, and those anger and killing intent were lifted like a veil, revealing a beastly face.

The gun slipped from his hand, and Hayes looked at his blood-stained hands, stunned—

What has he become?

Who was that wild beast that laughed and killed just now?

Or a murderer?

"Hayes?"

A soft voice sounded, Hashett? Fitz? Jung? Little did he know, all Hayes could do was scream, turn and run, eyes wide with terror.

He didn't know how long he ran, and finally hid in a dark warehouse, just like he avoided those big kids who were always beaten when he was a child, found a quiet and dark corner, and curled up in a ball.

The urge he had never felt before at this moment, he wanted to go home—

Even though the place is full of hunger and poverty, at least he is still him, he still has a partner, and Xiao An.

Gradually, a low sob sounded in the darkness.

Suddenly, the warehouse door opened, revealing a glimmer of light, Hayes raised his head, showing a tear-stained face, but the door was closed soon.

Slowly walking with a certain rhythm, the man walked up to Hayes step by step, and then sat down with a sigh.

"Hase is anxious like a father who has lost his child. You know, we have never seen him so nervous."

Hearing Hashett, Hayes buried his head between his knees, and then whispered in a crying voice:

"Commander, I did something wrong."

"Well-"

The man snorted, and then there was the rustling sound of fumbling pockets in the darkness, followed by a slight click, and the light from the lighter illuminated Olanios's weathered face and the cigarette dangling from his mouth.

With the disappearance of the fire, only the dim red dot of the cigarette **** remained in the darkness.

"It doesn't matter whether you admit your mistakes or not, as long as you can correct it. Hayes, you are a good boy. I can understand the pain in your heart. Although I can't remember too many things, I have seen countless good children whose bodies and souls were swallowed by war. Get it clean, war turns people into beasts, so don't care what other people say, or think, naive or ridiculous, hold on to everything you hold dear, including memories, and you'll be able to sustain yourself humanity."

After a moment of silence, Hayes said softly:

"Then what do you value, Company Commander?"

Olanios smiled lightly~www.readwn.com~ and coughed, then put his hand on Hayes' shoulder.

"Of course it's you."

"Then if this is the case, why do you want us to carry out this mission? Aren't there many elites in the regiment?"

Olanios was silent, and Hayes seemed to be able to hear the other party take two puffs of cigarettes, and then said slowly after more than ten seconds:

"Because I can only trust you, I can't guarantee that you will all go home alive, but I can guarantee that I will be the first to step on the battlefield, and I will be the last to leave the battlefield."

"I just felt like I was going crazy."

Hayes hesitated for a moment, and finally confessed the matter.

"Killed the innocent, Captain, I am the murderer"

(end of this chapter)