The Legendary Mechanic

“Phew…”

Heavy breathing sounds like a broken windbox, with a mixture of blood sputum climbing the throat in the dust.

Bang, the mask with blood spatter marks fell, leaning against the corner of the table, through the narrow eye hole, the room was full of signs of battle, dozens of corpses quietly fell to the ground, the blood pockets gradually expanded. The chief was the only one left standing in the central control room, all the executives died under his fists, and the expression of terror at the top was still solidified in his face, without breath.

The chief exhaled a bloody sputum and took a deep breath. The intense bloody smell in the room irritated his nose. He suddenly ripped his heart out and coughed his lungs, coughing his feet for two minutes before stopping.

Heavy battle stirred up his dark wounds. He was badly injured by Han Xiao more than a month ago. He never had time to rest and eventually became a dark wound.

Every time he experienced hidden pain, he inevitably remembered Han Xiao, and he fell into this situation, all thanks to Han Xiao. Until now, he was still full of hatred, but this intense emotion was never going to get over again, and all that remained was silence.

In front of the main console, the chief commissioned the nuclear bomb launch option, then took off the gloves, verified the fingerprints, pupils, permissions and passwords, and inserted the two keys into the hole, each rotating one hundred and eighty degrees to activate the launch. At the last step, the fingers filled with scars pinched the keys, but slowly did not twist.

The chief leaned against the chair, raised his head, had no focal length in his eyes, seemed to be out of his mind and did not know what to think.

“Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.”

A small image appears in the corner of the screen, which is a call request, and the caller is certainly "zero”.

The leader had no expression on his face, pressed "Agree” and the big screen jumped out of Han Xiao's face.

When Han Xiaomei saw the body, he picked it out. He launched a newsletter. He wanted to see the attitude on the budding side, and he wanted to see the leader's last side, but this scene basically made him understand the situation. He shook his head: “Looks like you've made up your mind. ”

The chief's eyes were bright.

“I didn't expect to lose to you in the end, you... ant, step by step, you ruined everything about me... what do you want to do now? Confirm your record, I'll be here, whatever you want to see. My life, the demise of buds, will add a generous amount of money to your story. You are the winner and naturally have the right to admire your trophies. ”

“As I told you, this sky is huge, and this planet is nothing but dust, and no one cares what happens here in the universe.” Han Xiao shook his head and his enemies were resolved, but he was calm. After all, he was a man with an eye for the stars and the sea, slowly said: “I just think that after doing so many things, he has to hold his heart until he dies, how hard it is. ”

“You want me to talk to the dead enemy?” The more ugly the boss looks, the more lazy he leans on the chair, the more relaxed his body is, "it's really interesting. ”

Han Xiao shrugged and went straight to the subject, “What's the matter with the Son of Destiny? ”

The chief laughed and smiled for a while before stopping. He shook his head: “The Son of Destiny is just a wretch. He can see the future and influence destiny, but he cannot rule his own life and death. He is destined to be a tool in the hands of others... You also have the ability to predict. Perhaps the Son of Destiny will be your final fate! ”

Han Xiao couldn't help but say, “Tell me about yourself. Do you look like a Golan? ”

The chief's face changed and he mumbled: "You found out… yes, I was a Golan, and I was a young man at the time, bloodthirsty, outraged, when the Mok incident broke out in the country, and I joined the Resistance, and I marched, protested, objected, trying to save my country from a corrupt government. ”

However, the war suddenly broke out, the Rayland invasion, internal and external worries, my country was crushed, everyone died... ”The chief's tone suddenly bites his teeth,“ hear me, we are called ‘internal worries’! Did I do something wrong? Did I do something wrong? No, we were just fighting for our rights! Just to make my country better!

We are infinitely close to victory, the bright light is in front of us, yet the war has ruined everything, the fall of the Golan, all my friends have been executed, like this anxiety to keep their own, clearance is the best way to deal with it, the surviving Golan people like castrated livestock, have to become tame, easy to manage, summon, only a very few fortunately escaped, I am one of them.

I'm not a big shot, I'm just an ordinary young man, all alone, and I don't know where to go, like a walking corpse, until I see that the Golan border is sealed off by Raylan, and the flag I'm familiar with is burned and replaced by the flag of Raylan, and then I wake up and I know what I'm doing.

Although Golan is imperfect and has such faults and darkness, … it is still my homeland, the hatred of annihilation, only…

Teeth for teeth, blood for blood! ”

The chief exhaled turbidity and looked away, as if the image had appeared in front of him.

“But in the floods of the times, an ordinary young man was nothing more than a drifting, life as fragile as an ant. In order to cross the war zone, I dragged my weary body and turned the refugee camps one after the other. I was treated as a pig dog and lived a life of no dignity in numbness, but my blood burned, no matter what the danger, I told myself to live, hatred filled my heart, it kept my heart beating... Finally, I succeeded in crossing the fiercest part of the fighting, without stopping, without seeking refuge, I turned to the wilderness.

I knew that I had no power to talk about revenge, so I survived in the wilderness, fought the beast, and treated myself as a stubborn piece of iron, a thousand hammers. ”

Speaking of this, the chief pointed at the scar on his face and on his hand and said faintly: “One hundred and seventy-six scars, I have exchanged power. ”

Han Xiao frowned, “Are you really just an ordinary person? ”

The chief asked, "Why can't you be an ordinary man? ”

Thinking about it, Han Xiao nodded and indicated to continue your performance.

The leader continued: "In the wilderness, I've been thinking, going back to the battlefield, and I've heard how ironic it is that Mok still exists, an instrument born to rule terror, and yet it's the purest Golan power that survives. So a plan emerged in my mind, and I assassinated the head of Minmok, and I changed the name of the organization to budding, hiding, silent development, and I wore a mask.

War is full of opportunities, countless people have lost their country and have been displaced. So I set out the budding idea of painting them biscuits to create a so-called new world… The idea has always driven resonators, not me to take advantage of the dead, but their willingness to be exploited by me, which is hatred, even after their own sacrifice, whether they can achieve their goals or not.

By raising my personal desire to the desire of a group, I can get a lot of help. That's how the buds draw on the nutrients of war to grow, quickly grow into roots, grow into big trees, huge things. ”

The leader's tone is full of hatred, but it is suddenly lost. The cause he has always insisted on has been ruined. Apart from anger, the taste of it is incredibly complicated.

“And then... you showed up. ”

“You cut down the tree. ”