"I even thought of you as... What was the reason? What did they give you to sell your soul?"
"Trust," Kleinamis said softly, "that's the only thing you can't give me."
"You are...kidding me!"
As if angered by the answer, Vesta raised his gun with all his strength.
"boom!"
In return, a ball of blood spurted out from his supporting leg, his body lost strength, and he bent and fell to the ground.
Clenames walked over quickly, stepped on his hand holding the gun, and stomped hard to force him to let go.
"Don't... flatter me..." Vesta gritted his teeth and refused to let go. "Status, wealth... except for the reputation that the secret police can't even hope for, I gave you almost everything!"
"You were even raised by me."
“Isn’t this trust?”
"what else do you want?"
"You are kidding me..."
Clenametus was equally enraged, and like a mad mastiff, he stomped hard on Vesta's right hand, breaking almost all of his five fingers, while howling madly.
"That's called trust?"
"That level...is called trust?"
"Do you dare to touch your heart and swear that you trust me with all your heart?"
"Stop talking nonsense... Everyone here knows that the only person Daniel Vista trusts is that old man! You don't trust anyone else except him!!!"
"I put all my efforts into pleasing you, I even really treated you like a father, but what do I get? No privacy!"
"Every sentence I say to you, including punctuation marks, will be on that man's desk in less than half a day! You always put him first! Vesta, you bastard-bastard!!!"
“Bang! … Bang, bang, bang!”
Five gunshots rang out in succession.
In the gaps between the flickering firelight, Grim could see a face completely filled with madness.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
And now the face was finally turned towards him.
"It's surprising... isn't it?"
With his mouth wide open, the corners of his lips twitched unconsciously. Clenamis slowly approached the iron fence and stared at the black man inside with satisfaction.
"I don't understand why they are so anxious to kill a loser like you, but who told you to be targeted?"
"Clenamis, don't do this..."
"Don't blame me, Alex..."
"Don't do this, no..."
"I don't want to either... We all don't want to..."
There are two red eyes on the hooked nose.
"Who made him treat me like that... I won't accept this... I've worked hard for thirty years... but I'm still just an 'agent'... I don't think this is the ending I deserve... So I made a choice... I chose..."
"Do not……"
"If you want to blame someone, blame that old man—"
"boom!"
The figure behind the fence trembled violently and slowly fell down as the black man watched.
Another set of footsteps approached rapidly.
Grim was about to scream when he saw Darent's thin face appear in the firelight.
"He's not dead!" Darent yelled when he saw him. "He's still alive!"
"real!"
Carlo, Torres, Cybertron and others rushed up to him instantly, looking at him with sharp eyes.
"He's really fine!"
"..."
Grimm felt like a monkey in a zoo being judged by visitors.
But the joy of surviving the disaster was enough for him to ignore all this.
Hitzfeld just managed to rush into the dungeon at this time.
She ran too slowly - and Darent and the others were unwilling to let her go first, so they all ran faster and completely left her behind.
Of course she heard Darent's yelling, and she was relieved at first.
Then she saw the gray-haired man lying on the ground.
She walked closer and half squatted down, and was surprised to find that he was not dead yet.
Daniel Vista. (23)
There were seven large holes on his torso and his pupils had begun to dilate.
But he is not dead yet.
His lips were still opening and closing as he spoke in a voice that was almost a gasp: "Warning... Your Majesty..."
"Warn Your Majesty... Aisuen..."
"Please……"
"please……"
Stare slightly.
My heart felt like it was being squeezed.
"……I will."
Hitzfeld nodded, removed his blindfold, and stared into his shining eyes.
"I promise you."
Vesta's lips curled up slightly, and the light in his pupils completely faded.
"Ungrateful thing!"
Torres kicked Clenamesis's body hard, and he wanted to dance on his back.
"Is this how he treats his adoptive father?"
"Even if it means being a traitor?"
"One shot and he died. It was too easy for him!"
"A typical case of a person who has a mental problem and whose mind is polluted by nightmares and has not been corrected or treated in time, thus going completely insane."
Cybot closed his eyes and silently drew circles and crosses on his chest.
"May the goddess bless...bless those warriors who walk in the thorns but still stick to their sanity..."
"What to do next."
Darent asked her as he saw Hitzfeld stand up.
"This is a specially made door lock. It is impossible to open it by force without a key."
"Pour these into the keyhole."
He took out a small bottle and handed it to Carlo next to him.
"Then find a random key and poke it in. Wait a few minutes and the metal of the key will soften and gradually fit the keyhole... Wait until it hardens and you can unlock it."
"You still have this ability?"
Carlo looked at her in astonishment, opened the small bottle and smelled it.
"It smells so good... Is this perfume?"
"Inspiration from a certain case."
Hitzfeld was reluctant to talk; she was in a very low mood.
"Are you worried about Xia Sha?"
Darent came over to comfort her.
"more than……"
The girl glared at her unhappily.
"The deputy chief is outside, and the acting chief is dead."
"No one approved it, no one delegated the authority. I was wondering how we would get out even if we rescued Alex..."
"Maybe I can help with this."
As these words were spoken, a figure stepped out from the shadows at the corner of the door frame.
He was shaking violently and seemed to have not yet recovered from the series of shocks that had just occurred.
But it was enough that they all recognized it, it was Pippen.
"I-I know all the passages to the underground headquarters."
Under everyone's gaze, Pippen's tone became increasingly firm.
"I can take you through the front door."
"That place has not been opened for at least twenty years. It is the most concealed to go there and..."
"It leads directly to the palace."
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Chapter 122 Mask
With a teeth-grinding sound of metal gears rubbing against each other, the dark grey wall blocking the way of the crowd slowly rose, revealing an extremely deep tunnel without any lighting.
"Is this the main entrance?" Darent stared at it and shook his head slowly, "Why do you know this secret?"
"I...maybe I can be considered one of Mr. Vista's confidants," Pippen said calmly. "I already know a lot of things, including this road. What's more, he told me the password before taking my gun."
"You mean that gun is yours?" Torres turned around in astonishment. "You were hiding there and watching him being shot?"
"I didn't make it!" Pippen raised his head suddenly, his expression sinister, his eyes flashing like cold stars in the darkness, "You guys arrived just as I saw him shoot, otherwise I should have been the one rushing out! It was me—"
"Stop arguing," Hitzfeld interrupted, separating them.
"No matter what, Mr. Vesta was loyal to the royal family and His Majesty, and his faith never wavered until his death... He was by no means our enemy, and his persistence should be respected."
"Maybe he threw you away on purpose."
"If I'm not mistaken, the order he gave you was not to follow him, but to go to the hall and call for help."
Pippen didn't say anything, but the wrinkles on his chin deepened as his lips moved.
A minute later, an extended black sedan turned from the parking lot and drove into the tunnel.
Hitzfeld originally wanted to go to the passenger seat because it was convenient for viewing the scenery. She might have subconsciously wanted to find Xia who had temporarily disappeared in this way. But the white shadow that bumped into her when she got into the car made her change her mind.
"You know we're going to do something dangerous."
The two rows of seats in the back seat were facing each other. Torres stared at the big white dog sitting side by side with Hitzfeld with a serious expression, and couldn't help but want to tease it.
By the way, he also looked at the curled up Grim with curiosity. He didn't understand why this dog got along well with other people, but always wanted to attack him.
"Woof!" The big dog barked at him, its head still fixed in the direction of Grim.
