The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Ahem—"

After an unknown amount of time, Hayes woke up from a coma. He coughed vigorously, and the smell of rust filled his nose and mouth.

He opened his eyes, but there was only darkness, almost making him feel blind, blind.

Lying on the ground on his back, Hayes slowly recalled what happened just now. He seemed to have stepped on the air, fell down, and hit something, maybe his head without a helmet, but now he was staring up, but there was nothing, only dark.

There was only darkness in his eyes, and he wasn't even sure if he was going to die.

Death, the Emperor's scythe that has always been with him, Hayes knew that one day he would probably pass through his neck. Everyone called him lucky Hayes, but Hashett often said that luck will always run out.

It's just that he never thought that his death would come so desperately.

Alone, terrified, lying on his back in the suffocating darkness, his body gradually wrapped in ice.

How long has it been since you fell down?

Hayes thought so.

One hour?

Or how many hours?

Whether everyone is looking for him, or still fighting, has no time to take care of it.

Unable to find an answer to his question, Hayes turned to his surroundings—hoping for some sign of rescue, but there was nothing: no movement in the darkness, no reason to hope.

His world is still and silent, nothing can give him hope, or even help him find his own direction.

It seemed like he was just abandoned alone, in a dark world with no hope of help or redemption.

For a moment, it seemed to him that he was the last living man in the entire galaxy.

Then, at the very thought of it, he had reason to be afraid, and he quickly blotted it out of his mind.

The only good news is that he has no pain, no pain, and his limbs can still move, but it is very heavy, and he may be too tired from the long-term fighting and running.

Even now he was tired, too, a tiresome fatigue that made his thoughts dull and dull, accompanied by fear, loneliness, and isolation.

Worst of all was the silence.

He even misses the noise of battle: the high-pitched whine of lasguns, the crackle of grenades fired, the roar of explosions, the screams and cries of the wounded and dying.

But now these voices are gradually fading away. In the past, he would never have thought that a person could get comfort from such voices.

The clamor of the battle was scary, but the silence was even more creepy, adding to his aloneness, leaving him alone with all his fears.

Here, in the darkness, fear became his constant companion, tormenting his heart over and over again.

Suddenly, the boy felt a strong desire to cry out, to call for help, to beg for mercy, to scream, to growl, to pray—anything to break the eerie silence.

But he held back because he heard voices—

There are very light footsteps and breathing sounds, and they are slowly approaching themselves.

Hayes' heart immediately rose to his throat, because if the opponent was a comrade-in-arms, he would never get so close without saying a word. In this place, there is no third possibility, which means that this can only be...

enemy!

Hayes held his breath. He guessed that the other party probably couldn't see clearly, and he probably used his gasping voice to distinguish the location.

Sure enough, after he held his breath, the footsteps of the other party stopped.

Hayes immediately untied the backpack behind him, and slowly turned over to the other side. His laser gun had disappeared somewhere, and now his only weapon was the bayonet on his belt.

But before he touched the bayonet and unlocked the sheath, the movement of his flipping still startled the other party.

The man rushed forward with a roar, Hayes saw something in the other's hand in a daze, it might be a knife.

He rolled over immediately, dodged the blow, and then kicked his attacker aside and crouched quickly.

The opponent reacted quickly, and immediately rushed over again. Hayes dodged the second punch and threw a punch, but failed to hit it. At this moment, the kick kicked by the opponent hit him without protection. side ribs.

Hayes groaned, but didn't stop but also moved forward, and punched the man's chest hard, softly.

"Well-"

A slight cry of pain sounded, this time the opponent's weapon hit his shoulder, but to Hayes' surprise it was not a sharp blade, it seemed to be an iron rod.

This blow was powerful, but fortunately he had armor on him.

Hayes remembered that he still had a lighting stick, and immediately took it out, folded it, and threw it on the ground. Finally, through the dark green light, he could barely see the other party clearly. He covered his face and held a rusty iron rod in his hand.

"In that case, don't blame me."

Hayes spit, rushed forward to avoid the opponent's blow to his head, and his fist landed on the opponent's abdomen. The thin figure curled up, the air was squeezed out of his lungs, and he let out a weeping sob Voice.

But Hayes just wanted to keep himself safe at this time. He pulled the opponent's hair, grabbed the opponent's wrist holding the weapon while the opponent was moaning in pain, stuck it in front of the opponent's neck, and then pushed the opponent hard against the wall.

The man let out a scream, waved his hand blindly, scratched the side of Hayes' face with his nails, and Hayes, annoyed, let go of his hand holding his hair and slapped Hayes back directly.

The enemy writhed and writhed as he increased the strength of his arm, eyes fixed on Hayes's, alternately begging and angry.

Hayes pressed **** the other party's throat. At this moment, he felt nothing, no regret or guilt.

It seemed as though the humanity had been taken away from him.

A few seconds later, he snatched the iron rod from the opponent's hand, threw it aside, and then let go of the opponent.

He woke up, or he discovered that it was a woman.

Freed suddenly, the woman stooped to pant, then looked at Hayes in puzzlement and hatred.

Hayes found the gun he had dropped. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was actually more than ten meters away from him. He picked up the weapon and saw that the man ran to get the iron rod again, so he walked over and kicked the iron rod. fly.

"You! Don't think I'm easy to bully! I've killed many enemies!"

Hayes put the gun against the opponent's head, and the man who kept the bent over posture turned his head, with anger and fear in his tearful eyes, and then slowly straightened up.

But she really didn't dare to move. Hayes took a closer look. The other party should not be very old. The clothes on his body were all patches, but they were still clean. Part of the collar was torn off during the fight, revealing some clean skin and tenderness. Silhouette of man reverie.

Although Hayes often heard some nasty jokes and dirty jokes from his comrades, the only woman he had a deep impression on was Xiao An, but the other party had always been a female man, and he was similar to a man in his mind.

This seemed to be the first woman he had seen up close besides the medical nuns in such a long time.

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