Doomsday Wonderland

The crowd came out from the gate in twos and threes. When she was convinced that the hall on the first floor was empty, Lin Sanjiu stood up from a half-human machine. The square gray machine raised one eye - it was indeed Huang Chengcheng's eye - swept over her, and then hanged back to the ground, seemingly not interested in her.

Lin San wine walked gently to the front of a room, looking at the hidden door, she took a long breath and pushed the door and went in.

The room was very spacious and was occupied in the middle by a long mahogany table. The lights were not turned on and the long tables were caged in the shadows. In the semi-dark and dark interior, only one window in the distance is facing the doorway, forming a bright white light in the skylight.

A long back was immersed in the skylight outside the window, his hands squatting on the window sill, and he did not move.

Lin Sanjiu took the door, cleared his throat, and found that he was a little nervous.

"They are gone?"

Spartan bowed his head and his voice rustled.

She hesitated for half a second, "hmm".

Sbaan turned around and gave her a look and walked through the room a few steps - he opened a chair not far from Lin San, and lifted her chin up: "Sit here."

Lin Sanjiu walked a little hesitantly, but he still did not move the place, still holding the back of the chair with one hand and one hand on the table.

How do you get in?

She had just stopped her foot on the chair, and before she opened her mouth, the blond man suddenly stepped closer, and the face that was difficult to breathe suddenly magnified in front of him - his broken hair and breath rushed together. Her neck, followed by a cold face, the mask has been removed.

“It’s much better,”

The faint green emeralds are covered by shattered blond hair, like a deep lake under a pool of forest. Spartan looked at her without hesitation, and there was a hot breath between his lips and lips; he whispered, and the green and snow in those eyes was almost shocking: "Your The change is really big, even I almost didn't recognize you."

When he returned the mask to her and walked to the end of the long table, Lin Sanji touched his face and felt it was a little bit hot.

"Are you really not in the middle of the town?" Yi teacher asked again, "I see you very much."

"You can't say a few words less?"

Lin Sanjiu was a bit embarrassed by her words, but it was a return to God. She sat down in the opened chair and pressed it gently on her cheek; she looked at Spartan and the eyelashes slammed on the edge of the palm - "You won't catch me for Levin?"

Sba looked at her quietly, without a voice.

A white skylight casts from behind his shoulders, and the golden color jumps in the sunlight, as if it is more eye-catching than the sun. He looked at Lin Sanjiu, and his eyes were bright as stars; after a while, he smiled softly: "Where have you gone since the library was separated?"

Look at his calm look, just like an old friend telling the old - but on this occasion, it is obvious that two people can not chat slowly. The members of the security department and the staff in the building are still waiting outside. The quirky order he just made is likely to pass into the ears of others at any time.

Lin San Liquor sighed: "What do you want?"

"Why don't you come to me?" Spartan sighed deeply - he was still a long distance away, but it made people feel that it was sticking to the ear, sticking to the soul, gently tickle I wiped it past.

"There were several people from the arsenal to assassinate me last night." Lin Sanjiu deliberately chilled his voice and said: "You found out that I am coming, someone is going to kill me... In this case, how can I Trade and trade are coming to you?"

"Now you know, that is the order of Li Wen's river."

Spartan reached out and untied a few buttons on the collar. He seemed to want to breathe himself; a shadow slipped down his throat and fell into the deep clavicle, turning into a faint luster of texture. He looked up at her and suddenly smiled dumbly: "Can I sit down?"

Lin Sanjiu almost forgot, he always treated like a gentleman when he treated a woman.

She licked her eyebrows and pretended not to hear the sentence. She just whispered, "Is Li Wen going down the river? Is that his full name? Why did he order to kill me?"

"He is the warhead," Spartan approached her and opened a chair. He put his arms on his knees, lowered his body, looked up at her, and his eyes were green and trembled: "Some girls told me before, I want to try to stay away from them... but we are still hard to Reunion, I can't do this."

"Don't you both meet in the library? What is the relationship between him and you?" The teacher's voice was filled with deep doubts. "How can I not know?"

"Not only do you not know, I don't know."

Lin Sanjiu secretly responded in his heart, but it was a bit of understanding of the girls who wanted to avoid Spartan far away; she asked as calmly as possible: "What happened to the warhead?"

"I used to be the warhead, when I met you for the first time," Spartan said softly. "The war department of the arsenal is equivalent to half of the mercenary department. In addition to completing the arsenal mission, it often receives A variety of tasks. Like the instructions to assassinate an evolutionary, it is often someone who has paid for it."

In other words, Li Wen’s river is as a knife as she suspects.

"So how do I know who hired them?"

"Only in a few cases, the war chief will know; sometimes, I am afraid that even the highest level is not clear." Spartan smiled sighingly: "I have been there several times while I was the war chief." The attacks were all because some people wanted to know who was buying their lives. But in fact, I didn’t have a clue."

It took only a few years for the two to work separately, but he seems to have sat through the important positions in the arsenal. Lin Sanshui couldn’t help but say: "What later?"

"Of our mission was completed." The blond man smiled lightly. "But the task of Li Wen's journey to the river, I can't see it - I won't let him finish it."

Is he willing to help?

"But he set a trap for you." She frowned. "The goal he described to you is totally different from me. According to that description, you can't find a person to give him."

"Yes," Spartan smiled and didn't seem to go to his heart. "He gave me a set, but I can't ask him about it. There must be one in the target of the war department that fits his description."

“Why?” Lin Sanjiu couldn’t help but ask, “It’s all over the end, what good can the evolutionists do with each other?”

Just when she said this, she also faintly thought of the answer.

This is not a real world of doomsday. From a certain perspective, Bilu Huangquan is far more prosperous and more advanced than her hometown; here, there are too many things worth fighting for.

Spartan looked at her and smiled softly, her eyes flashing with green water: "Isn't that human beings? Then - look at the outside," he stretched his arm and pointed out the window of the sky: " Isn't the arsenal a very attractive benefit?"

"You...the goal of you and Li Wen's river is this arsenal?"

"At least I am. Not ‘this arsenal’,” he combed his blond hair back and shimmered. When he looked up again, Spartan's eyes were so bright that he couldn't look straight, as if everything in the world could be accommodated in his field of vision: "There is only one arsenal in the world. It will be mine."

Even if little is known about the twelve circles, Lin Sanjiu can faintly guess the weight of the arsenal from the information of a scale and a half claw.

She nodded and forgot for a moment what she was going to say - after a while, she suddenly felt a little frustrated: "So... Is there no one who knows the identity of the other person? I can't always Stand in the clear waiting for people to kill."

“The procedures in the arsenal are very sophisticated and complex. If a customer does not want anyone to know his identity, then no one in the arsenal knows – but still can do everything according to his requirements. Spartan indulged for a while, and finally shook his head: "If you say so, if you have such a personal, I don't know who he is."

Lin Sanji was deflated, and he could not help but wipe his face.

"Although I don't know," Spartan looked at her without hesitation. His eyes were soaked in the shadow of the eyelashes, as if he could penetrate the body and touch the soul. "However, I can't let you be chased by anyone."

"Do you have a way?"

"There is a way," Spartan raised his brow slightly. "But I have to tell you directly that it is a little bit far away. And I don't know how likely it is to succeed."

"Do you think it's worth a try?" Lin San wine eyes brightened. Unconsciously, the two seem to have built a layer of trust.

"If it's me, I will definitely try it." The blond man glanced at her, and the white teeth shone in a smile: "I think you should be the same person as me, right?"

After entering the room, she finally showed a little smile for the first time. "What is that?" Lin Sanjiu sighed and asked.

"It's a copy," Spartan suddenly stood up and whipped up a warm, dry, sunny atmosphere; she glared at him and reached out and pulled her messy hair behind her ear. In the end, what he said was surprising, or his movements were even more shocking. It was really difficult to distinguish at the moment - "It is called a dream script."

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