Chapter 237

Armand woke up suddenly from his sleep, he sat on the edge of the bed sweating profusely, bowed his head and gasped for a while before recovering from that nightmare.

In other words, recovering from the nightmare reality.

Armand shook his hand, which was covered in cold sweat. The last picture in his sleep was Mu Sicheng with his head lying on the ground, bleeding, and his pupils dilated.

The opponent's blood spread on the ground, merging with the pool of blood under his own body.

Armand sat on the edge of the bed blankly, recalling the dream just now, or his previous life.

His elder brother Georgia is the head of the third district of the Heresy Administration. Ever since Armand was sensible and could remember, he has been extremely busy. Because Georgia is engaged in a very dangerous job, he has a strong desire to protect Armand. ——Georgia has a strict plan for Armand's every move.

For example, Georgia strictly forbids Armand from entering the Heresy Bureau and engaging in any work related to heresy.

But Armand was not convinced. The more Georgia allowed, the more he wanted to enter. The work of dealing with heresy was very attractive in his eyes-this was his dream of saving the world. !

Armand, who adored his elder brother Georgia since he was a child, yearned for the Heresy Administration more and more, and when he was adolescence, he was even more rebellious and directly entered the training camp of the Heresy Administration.

This led to the first quarrel between Armand and Georgia, and Armand made a quarrel, and finally got his wish.

And Georgia said to him coldly, Armand, you are a timid and soft-hearted person, you can be cruel to the enemy, and if you do, you will be severely punished by fate.

Now that I think about it, Georgia was right. Georgia is always right.

At that time, Armand had never been severely punished by fate, and he always had some realistic and naive fantasies about the kindness of fate.

He entered the Heresy Administration Bureau with these innocence, and was then sent to the safe heresy supervision department by Georgia to be in charge of paperwork.

Depressed, Armand counts all kinds of heresies boredly, seizes any opportunity and wants to run to the dangerous front line, but every time Georgia finds them sharply, and then controls them more strictly in the headquarters of the third district Inside.

Armand felt an indescribable emptiness and loneliness.

From the time he was a child, he was surrounded by the high protective wall that Georgia built to protect him from heresy, and there was nothing in the wall, only he himself, and even Georgia was cautious. Staying outside the wall, even when eating, there is a layer of plastic cover to prevent him from being polluted.

And when he finished his career, he still stayed in this enclosure, with no one to talk to.

And soon this person appeared.

The third area under the jurisdiction of Georgia is a storage area for high-risk heresy, which stores dangerous and valuable heresy, and the stronghold of the third area is generally in a very confidential location, few people can detect it, but this Everything is an exception to Mu Sicheng, the natural enemy of the third district.

Mu Sicheng is the biggest enemy of the third district. Every time this arrogant thief visits the third district, he will cause trouble. The team members of the third district almost cut their heads to study this elusive ‌The rogue's weakness, trying to catch each other.

And research to study , also research a little epidermis.

When Armand stuffed bread into his mouth, he heard the team members next to him mention Mu Sicheng's background for the thousand and one time, so he couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Mu Sicheng... I lost my friend... Now I have the means to cooperate with anyone, especially withdrawn and alone..."

"He seems to mind this very much, and he will get angry and lose control when he hears it... You can take advantage of this..."

Holding the bread in his mouth, Armand interjected articulately, "How can a dead friend be considered a weakness?"

He patted his chest with a playful smile and introduced himself: "Unless you create a living friend for him, that is considered a weakness. I think I made a mistake. I can help you to be a spy and be a friend of this thief."

The team members knew that Armand was the captain's younger brother, so they laughed and teased him: "Do you know what happened to this thief's friend?"

Armand shook his head honestly.

The team members threatened him: "Mu Sicheng personally killed him! If you were friends with him, you might be killed by him too!"

Armand froze, swallowed the bread and choked.

That night, the red alert in the three districts sounded.

Armand woke up from his sleep in a daze, and heard Georgia's serious voice on the radio: "The whole area is on alert! Mu Sicheng was hit in the waist by me after stealing three heavy and second-level red heretics, and now he has lost his ability to move. Escaping from within the management bureau! All team members are conducting a blanket search!"

"—If necessary, they can be killed on the spot!"

The team members searched for the shot thief room by room, with concealed joy on their faces. This kind of joy of being about to succeed made Armand, who sneaked into the search team after being discovered by the team members, also stared blankly. Let go with one eye closed.

Armand followed the search excitedly, but after searching twice, he was discovered by Georgia. After being reprimanded by Georgia in dejection, Armand rolled back to his own room in despair.

But when Armand returned to his room, he realized right away that something had sneaked into his room.

When Armand left the dormitory, he closed the door. Although the people who came in were very cautious, and everything in the room seemed to have been moved, but the smell was concealed——Armand smelled a Very strong smell of blood.

His heart was pounding nervously.

Armand was very self-conscious about the fact that he had no way to stop the other party, so he pretended that he hadn't noticed anything, and turned around to leave all the other people.

But the moment he turned his head, someone hooked his throat with sharp claws, and a tall man gasped and pressed against him, laughing viciously: "It's very sharp, the nose and I It's the same spirit, you smell my blood, don't you?"

Armand's heart was about to jump out of his throat. He raised his arms and made a gesture of surrender. Before he could speak, the man who was pressing on his shoulders slid down slowly. ‌.

Armand turned around in a daze.

He saw a young man about his age lying weakly in a pool of blood, wearing monkey earphones on his head, gasping for breath.

This man was about to lose blood or go into shock, and Armand realized it immediately. He stared blankly at Mu Sicheng who was lying in a pool of blood, and he could not help echoing what he had heard about this murderous Various background information on thieves.

【...‌Have friends...A person...seems very lonely...I can only talk to a follower behind him]

[Every time you steal something, everything you do is to please the person behind the scenes and gain the other party's approval...]

【It seems that the behind-the-scenes man is about to expand the smuggling line, so Mu Sicheng visits the third district more and more frequently...】

Armand thought that the other party would be a bad old man in his forties or fifties, but then he thought... he was so young.

Blood spread from under Mu Sicheng's body into a pool of blood. He curled up in a daze, and covered the wound with his hands. Instead, he used his injured abdomen to protect the three heretical boxes that he had stolen inside.

Armand's lips were pursed into a straight line, he held the ‌/gun behind his waist, then gritted his teeth and pulled out the gun to aim at Mu Sicheng's head.

But no matter how hard he pushed himself, Armand stopped—his brother was right.

He still has no way to shoot such a living person, even if he knows that he is a heinous bad guy, but he can see in the eyes of the dying Mu Sicheng that he is the same as him The longing for life—the meager sustenance, longing for being understood and recognized.

At this time, there was a knock on his door.

Armand was taken aback. He subconsciously pushed Mu Sicheng under the bed and hid it under the bed. Then he took off the floor and sprayed a lot of air freshener in fear, lying on the bed and pretending to be himself. Fell asleep.

It was an ordinary player who came, and he asked Armand, "Did you see any suspicious people?"

Armand, who was on the bed, quickly replied in a panic: "Yes! The air freshener is because I just had a very smelly shit, so I sprayed it a lot!"

The person who came: "...There is no need to tell me this kind of thing."

Now, some people suspected that Armand was the younger brother of the team, so amidst the choking smell of air refresher, someone came and walked away holding his nose.

Armand lay limp on the bed. After hesitating for a long time, he put a bottle of special healing potion and a roll of bandages under the bed.

It may have been a long, long time before a pair of monkey paws stretched out from the bottom of the bed, hooking these things away with a "swish".

Armand hugged his knees and squatted on the bed, his eyes were out of focus in a daze, thinking about why he did this.

But before he could think of a result, there was a rejuvenated voice from under the bed: "Hey, what's your name?"

Armand replied honestly: "Armand."

There was a snort from the bottom of the bed: "It's hard to hear, you are exactly the same as the person who shot and wounded me, who is his?"

"...Brother." Having said that, Armand became even more depressed.

Why do you want to save the enemy who was shot and wounded by your brother?

After a long, long silence under the bed, he asked the same question as Armand thought: "Why...why did you save me?"

Armand sighed melancholy: "I know it too, I can save it if I hold back."

Under the bed, I didn't know why there was a series of extremely mocking laughter and coughing, and then I cursed with a low laugh: "Stupid."

Armand: "..."

Although I also think it's quite stupid, but when you say this, is it right?

When Armand woke up early the next morning, Mu Sicheng had already seen him. On the one hand, Armand breathed a sigh of relief, but on the other hand, he felt that he really wanted to make a contribution. Want to go crazy, that's why you have this dream of catching Mu Sicheng?

But why did the self in the dream save him and then let him go?

Armand couldn't figure it out, so he gave up.

But not long after, the notorious thief visited the heresy administration again, but this time Mu Sicheng did not take anything away, but left one thing behind.

Like all the overly arrogant monster thieves in history, he actually sent a notice letter to the third district in advance this time.

【——Wednesday came to steal things, I don’t know what to steal, look at it, let your team leader’s younger brother, that so-and-so with an ugly name, wash it up and wait for me at the door! 】

Georgia opened his eyelids, and he threw this notice letter in front of the demented Armand: "Explain why Mu Sicheng started targeting you?"

"...I also know..." Armand wanted to cry, but he really regretted it.

Georgia took a deep breath, stared at Armand for a long time, and finally passed the verdict: "No matter what happened between you and Mu Sicheng, Armand, you must remember that this man is a devil, and you will eventually be killed by him of."

"But if you really need a chance to recognize this reality, I'll give it to you."

Georgia examined the guilty Armand: "Wednesday held a gun and participated in the siege with us."

On Wednesday, Armand stood in front of the house tremblingly with a gun, and soon the thief came.

This is the first time Armand saw Mu Sicheng who was running and stealing.

Mu Sicheng was as fast as the wind, and as free as the wind. He grinned and brushed past Armand at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and then came back to Armand's side, and then grabbed Armand. By the wrist, Armand, who was stupefied, ran out with him.

In the scene of gunfire flying, amidst the screaming voices of all members of the Heresy Bureau, the hostile thieves and Armand ran quickly like two children who were caught playing pranks on the spot.

Armand was stunned, he wanted to leave twitching, but this time Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows and smiled mischievously, and turned his head to look at him in the wind: "See if they catch us, let's play? "

Armand was taken aback, he turned his head, and behind him were the team members chasing them hysterically. Against the background of Mu Sicheng's extreme speed, the ferocious facial expressions of these running team members looked a little funny-it was really fun , Armand couldn't help laughing.

Mu Sicheng ran very fast, and Armand, who was led by him, also ran very fast.

All kinds of heresies are presented one by one under Mu Sicheng's superb theft technology. These dangerous heresies that have been measured and rectified by Armand are weighed by Mu Sicheng at will. It seems that they are not heresies. It's just Mu Sicheng's toy, and this is not some kind of theft and crime endangering the world, it's just a whim game of this thief.

Mu Sicheng casually threw a heresy to Armand, and smiled: "Do you know what this is for?"

"Number 8035..." Armand racked his brains to recall the statistics he made, "This one looks like...in the wind..."...a butterfly.

He remembered being able to blow a hurricane.

Mu Sicheng interrupted Armand impatiently, stretched out his hand and opened it directly: "Is it open when you open it?"

A group of colorful and strange butterflies flew out of the box, and the wind fanned out from under their colorful tails. The violent wind swayed back and forth in the closed room, blowing the human hairline to move back a centimeter.

Armand was caught off guard and was blown away directly.

Mu Sicheng grabbed Armand's ankles to prevent Armand from being blown away. He couldn't help laughing and laughed: "You have been here for so long, your brother will not even let you play with this Bar?"

"Is this for fun?!" Armand yelled brokenly, "Stop it, it will cause drastic climate change!"

"Yes." Mu Sicheng grasped his body in the wind to balance his body, he floated shallowly in front of Armand, and after stabilizing Armand's shoulders, he explained with a low smile, "It's really stupid , your brother didn’t know how to teach you, see, every heretic has a weakness—”

Mu Sicheng controlled Armand's ‌finger‌and grabbed the tail of a butterfly flying in the wind, and whispered to Armand's side: "—as long as you control its weakness, this heresy is your toy."

Armand watched in disbelief that the butterfly in his heart stopped fluttering and settled obediently at his fingertips.

Mu Sicheng snorted triumphantly: "Right?"

But the next moment, Mu Sicheng maliciously let go of the finger holding the butterfly, and flicked the butterfly's tail feathers with his index finger, and suddenly there was a strong wind.

Mu Sicheng grabbed the panicked Armand by the back of his neck, retreated rapidly in the hurricane caused by the butterfly, laughed wildly at the team members who came to chase them in the wind, and said goodbye with two fingers:

"I'll just steal the younger brother of your team for fun!"

They disappeared without a trace in the sudden wind.

In fact, the wind led the two of them for a long time, and Mu Sicheng stopped.

He didn't know who had received the call, his originally joyful expression calmed down instantly, and his tone changed from jumping to calm: "... I understand, I will bring the things back, the smuggling line is safe ‌There is a problem."

After finishing the phone call, Mu Sicheng turned around and saw Armand, burst into laughter.

Armand has a face that is ninety-nine percent similar to Georgia. At this moment, Armand, who has never experienced such a thrill, now has brown hair that has been blown into a chicken coop, grass clippings are overgrown, and his expression It's also mentally handicapped.

He is lying on all fours on the ground now——but he didn't want to stand up, mainly because he had never taken a vehicle like a hurricane, and Armand was a little dizzy from the "wind".

Mu Sicheng squatted halfway in front of Armand, who was lying on the ground, with a half-smile: "I thought the old-fashioned younger brother would be a little old-fashioned, but I thought it was a little mentally handicapped."

Armand glanced at Mu Sicheng quietly: "You scold me again."

Mu Sicheng couldn't help laughing, he stood up in his pocket, took out several heretical boxes from his pocket and threw them all to Armand: "Oh, I didn't play well today, I will find it later when I have a chance You play, bye."

After speaking, he turned around and left.

Armand came back to his senses, he looked at the several boxes in front of him, and was suddenly taken aback——

——These boxes were only taken away by Mu Sicheng today, and Mu Sicheng also returned the three boxes that he saved when Mu Sicheng was injured last time.

"Mu Sicheng—" After thinking again and again, Armand still held back and stopped Mu Sicheng, "You gave me back what you stole last time."

Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows and turned around with one foot: "Why, return it to you?"

Armand replied honestly: "You should have come to play today. The one you got was a light level red heresy, but these three things are three heavy reds. They should be your goal. Of course you can return them to me." , but I am mainly afraid that you will come to steal again next time."

"It is indeed my goal." Mu Sicheng smiled, "But this time I was caught by you, the theft naturally failed, and this does not belong to my spoils."

Mu Sicheng waved his hands and left without turning his head. There was a smile in his voice: "Of course I will steal again. If you don't want to lose, try to catch me, Armand."

Armand looked at the three boxes and was silent for a long time.

Armand, who successfully brought back the stolen box, finally has the qualifications to join the front line.

After that, Mu Sicheng will send a notice letter to Armand, and Armand seems to have grown overnight, he has become more calm, and will do his best to understand Hunt down Mu Sicheng.

Whenever Mu Sicheng came, Armand was the one who ran the fastest, almost as fast as Mu Sicheng, but he never shot Mu Sicheng.

Gradually, Armand became the person who recovered the stolen goods that Mu Sicheng had stolen.

Armand gradually grew up in the process of chasing Mu Sicheng. He became more and more stable, more responsible, and more capable. He became Georgia's second leader, that is, the deputy captain. .

One day after dinner, Armand, who registered as a heretic, returned to the dormitory, and found a notice letter next to the bed, which read—[Deputy team, it’s time to play a hunting game , want to drink? 】

Armand raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and after carefully confirming his brother's presence, he slipped away through the back door of the Heresy Administration Bureau.

Armand came to the open space where he was swept by Mu Sicheng in a gust of wind—they occasionally come here to gather together, although I don’t know why the guys from the two opposing camps did this, but it’s just that. It started unconsciously, and became a kind of convention between two people.

This open space is very barren on the ground, but when you look up, you can see a very bright night sky. When Armand arrived, Mu Sicheng sat on a small hillside and looked up at the starry sky.

"Come on." Mu Sicheng greeted Armand lazily, throwing him a bottle of wine.

Armand took it steadily as usual, then raised his head and paused.

He noticed that Mu Sicheng's mood was not right tonight.

"What's wrong?" Armand sat next to Mu Sicheng and asked.

Mu Sicheng raised his head, took a sip of his wine, and exhaled foul breath: "The one assigned the full power of the smuggling line to me, and I will steal things later."

He was silent for a while, and then continued as if nothing had happened: "See you later, we are about to shoot, change your pretending empty shell gun."

After Mu Sicheng finished speaking, Armand was also silent for a while.

——If it’s just stealing, it can still be regarded as a game, but when it rises to the point where it can endanger everyone’s smuggling, it’s no longer a game between them.

It is the birth of countless people.

Armand seldom drank, but he took a big sip there, wiped his mouth and said, "I will."

"I've played a lot of games, including tragic ones, scary ones, and one..." Mu Sicheng looked up at the starry sky and muttered to himself, "—I'll never forget it."

"But during this time, I had a lot of fun." Mu Sicheng lowered his head, he didn't look at Armand, but stretched out his arms to him, "Thanks, no matter You let me go and stay with me."

Armand held Mu Sicheng's chest, and said seriously: "Relationship, we are friends."

Mu Sicheng paused, he was silent for a while, and then sneered: "Do you know how I am a friend?"

"I was killed by you." Armand held Mu Sicheng tightly, and there was unshakable firmness in his dark brown eyes, "but I believe you will kill me." , or in other words, I will try my best to become stronger than you, so that I can not be killed by you, nor can I kill you!"

Armand clenched his fist and said, "I will be strong enough to stop what you are going to do!"

Mu Sicheng withdrew, turned his head away awkwardly, but there was a bit of a suppressed smile on his face: "...Smelly brat, don't think that you are so proud of catching me once."

But maybe Armand and Mu Sicheng would never think that this is the last time they will look at each other and smile.

Three months later, Bai Liu came to deliver a batch of goods, and when Mu Sicheng was handing over, George, who came to patrol, discovered the clues.

After Georgia confirmed that this was a group of high-risk smuggling heresies, and once it entered the market, it would cause serious consequences, he launched an onslaught without hesitation. Mu Sicheng, who stayed behind, was struggling to deal with it, but he had already left after handing over the goods But Bai Liu killed a carbine and returned to the port.

With the help of Bai Liu, Mu Sicheng captured the famous third-district team member on the spot.

Seeing that the person who came was Georgia, Mu Sicheng's pupils shrank slightly.

But Bai Liu, who was sitting on the seat, didn't miss this subtle change in Mu Sicheng's expression. Bai Liu looked at Georgia who was half-kneeling in front of his knees with an expressionless face, and raised his head slightly. Eyebrows.

"Do you know this captain?"

Mu Sicheng answered with difficulty: "I often ask him to be in charge of the third district to steal heresies..."

Bai Liu turned his face, and he looked at Mu Sicheng indifferently: "I don't like people to lie to me, you know that the knowledge I'm talking about is not just the level I've seen—do you have feelings for him? "

"Yes!" Mu Sicheng quickly denied it.

Bai Liu turned his head and looked at Georgia thoughtfully: "But when you saw this face, your reaction was fake, it turned out to be him, it should be someone with him A very similar person."

He attached himself to Georgia's head and lowered his eyes to examine this face: "You should be able to tell who is the immediate family member of a woman from the figure, so this person should be a man, and he is of a certain age. Men who are very similar, of course you will not be able to tell the difference in appearance at first glance."

Mu Sicheng's breathing almost stopped, and his clenched hands became fists.

"—Is it his younger brother?" Bai Liu calmly announced the answer, "Similar to your age, and perhaps have a similar experience to a certain extent, this kind of relationship in this opposite position establishes—"

Bai Liu opened his eyelids and looked at Mu Sicheng, who was not saying a word, folded his hands together in front of him: "——Do you want to play?"

Mu Sicheng's eyes were red, and he let out a sharp breath. He didn't defend himself with a single word, and knelt down on his knees with his head bowed.

"Please... let Georgia go." He said slowly, "I played too much, next time I will control myself, killing him now will change the administrator of the third district, Changing the layout makes it easier for us to investigate..."

Mu Sicheng was still about to say something, but he seemed to be trying to persuade Georgia to let go of himself directly, which was absurd and powerless, so after not getting any reply from Bai Liu, Mu Sicheng It became quiet, and knelt down in front of Bai Liu motionlessly.

Bai Liu lowered his eyes: "I can let him go out of respect for you and seriousness in this period of work."

Mu Sicheng raised his head in astonishment.

"Next time, as an example." Bai Liu glanced at Georgia lightly: "But before that, in order to prevent this team from the third district from remembering our smuggling route, we need to show him one thing."

Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief: "—Is it an item to erase memories?"

"Yes." Bai Liu said softly, "I'm going to let him try the new prop I just got, [future]."

After Georgia glanced at that thing, he moved as if his soul had been sucked out, like a corpse, he was thrown in a wasteland by Bai Liu — that is where Mu Sicheng and Armand occasionally drank That secret wasteland.

Mu Sicheng secretly communicated with Armand to take away his brother.

Armand, who came here, panicked and carried back Georgia lying on the ground with blank eyes.

—that was the beginning of all nightmares.

When Georgia kept talking for a month and was about to commit suicide and self-mutilation, the desperate Armand broke out and he logged into the game.

After struggling in the game to clear the level, the dying Armand saw the other side of the thief named Mu Sicheng for the first time on the big screen.

This person laughs wantonly and kills at will, human life is as careless as a toy in his heart, he follows another person, from a thief to an incomparably sharp weapon, out of nowhere ‌There must be blood.

Armand stood blankly among the audience cheering for Mu Sicheng who had scratched his opponent's neck, looked up at the screen, the friend he thought was very strange, and his mind went blank.

It turns out that those games that Mu Sicheng said... are like this...

Is that so?

After winning another game, Mu Sicheng casually lifted his clothes to wipe off the sweat and blood dripping from his chin, waved patiently at the cheering audience, and prepared to leave the field.

Seemingly interested, Bai Liu turned around and asked him, "Compared with this game and the friend game between you and the deputy captain of the third district, which one is more fun?"

The decline in mental value and the release of the desire to kill and steal caused Mu Sicheng's pupils to shrink slightly in excitement, and he made a vicious smile, with sharp teeth showing at the corners of his mouth, like a demon who has stretched his nature after being bathed in blood: "That's still Does it need to be said?"

"—Of course it's a game here."

Armand stood in the bustling crowd like a wooden sculpture, the huge screen glowed white light behind him, and the team led by Bai Liu walked past Armand under the cheers of the audience.

And the hero of this game, Mu Sicheng, who killed the enemy, walked behind Bai Liu. Armand.

Mu Sicheng didn't care about which weak player in a mess he knocked down.

Mu Sicheng, who was immersed in a certain emotion, just glanced back condescendingly at the player whose face was covered in mud after being bumped by him, and sneered contemptuously at the idiot, He walked away without turning his head.

Armand, who was sitting on the ground, looked up in a daze. He saw Bai Liu in front of him turned his head, looked at him from a distance, and then smiled as if he felt pity for him.

He saw Bai Liu lip-syncing to him with a smile: "It's just a game."

——Everything is just a game.

The delirious Armand forgot how he logged out of the game, he stumbled back to his dormitory of the Heretic Bureau, and took the notices that Mu Sicheng gave him that he still kept. The letter was found out, frantically torn into pieces, and burned.

Replace the wine that Mu Sicheng and him have drank, the heresy they have played with, and the sneaky things they have been sneaking into empty bullets, throw away what can be thrown away, spit out what can be spit out, and forget what can be forgotten.

Armand lay on the bed for a long, long time, he closed his eyes, as if he could smell the bloody smell coming from under the bed, he could hear the guy chuckling and calling him a fool, and he could see the wasteland. ‌Free starry sky with borders.

But when he opened his eyes, Armand's brown eyes were empty, and there was nothing.

He turned around like a puppet, replaced the empty ammunition in the gun with live ammunition, and then contacted Mu Sicheng—he said whether Dao Mu Sicheng would come, he could only hope Yu Mu Sicheng can have the patience to play this game of friends to the end.

And Armand will stay with him to the end.

Mu Sicheng is here.

So Armand put an end to this game of friends, he shed tears, gritted his teeth, and shot the lying bad guy for the first time, and the bad guy also grabbed him by the throat. Lived in a big hole.

The moment before Mu Sicheng fell to the ground, he looked at Armand with disbelieving eyes, as if he couldn't believe that Armand had done such a thing to him.

After falling to the ground, Mu Sicheng's face was grim because of the pain. He struggled to transform into monkey claws and crawled towards Armand.

Armand thought he was about to attack, and with the last of his strength, he fired another shot at him.

The gun hit the temple, and Mu Sicheng clasped Armand's chest with the monkey's paw, and said hoarsely: "—I caught your brother, yes——"

Mu Sicheng's cock was on Armand's cock, as if he wanted to shake it. He looked at Armand with slack eyes, and the bright eyes that always had a bad smile were full of gloom.

This guy was obviously shot by him, but the last sentence he said to him was right, arrest your brother.

Armand's tears welled up gradually.

He wanted to talk to this bad guy, but the syllable of a word came out. Armand realized that Mu Sicheng's monkey paw had scratched a big hole in his throat. Half of the vocal cords are gone, and now he can speak.

Armand felt that his body was getting colder and his heartbeat was getting slower.

The last thing he saw was a pair of leather shoes walking towards him, and a black whip dragged to the ground.

Armand saw this man knelt down on one knee, turned over the head of Mu Sicheng, who had been shot by him, gently hugged him in his arms, and then closed it solemnly with the condom Mu Sicheng's eyelids were still open.

Armand heard the person possessed, and whispered softly to Mu Sicheng who was already in his arms: "——If this is a game of your choice, then this is your [end]."

"However, death to you is just a sleep, your soul is my eternal property, when I wake up, we will be together again."

"Go to sleep."

The tone was light and ethereal, as if a patient father who was coaxing his child who would not sleep was telling a beautiful fairy tale about death.

Armand tried his best to raise his head and see clearly who the person who came to collect the bones for Mu Sicheng was.

But no matter how hard Armand tried to open his eyes and see the man's face clearly, his eyelids became heavier and his breathing became weaker and weaker amidst the man's strange, coaxing voice.

At the moment before Armand closed his eyes completely, he thought that if his brother were here, he would definitely criticize him severely for attacking him so self-sufficiently, and make him criticize him in 3,000 words The legitimate relationship with Mu Sicheng, the enemy, should be settled before tomorrow...

There was a tear in the corner of Armand's eyes, and his soul, fluttering like a butterfly in the wind, finally fell into the sleep called death.

The hurricane within the walls finally died down.