East of Eden

Chapter 6 RAVEN

On the first night in Acondo Siswell had trouble sleeping.Although she fell asleep several times in a daze, whenever she touched the edge of the dream, the scene of Professor Terok being pierced by a sword reappeared in her mind, which made her wake up with a rapid heartbeat.

Her bed was next to the window, and the rain kept falling outside, and the glass was covered with dark blue mist, except for the light of a few street lamps, she couldn't see anything clearly.She sighed, and lay down in another position. The men slept peacefully, and the continuous snoring made the insomniacs envious.

There is not much time left for them to recover the sacred object. When the long darkness comes, no one can survive in the desert.

Before the day, it rained heavily.

In the roaring rain, Siswell suddenly caught a subtle and abrupt sound. "Bang, bang, bang", like raindrops hitting an elastic curved surface, not solid.Her thoughts turned very slowly, and after a while, she came up with a very common but creepy answer——

umbrella.

Although the glass was hazy, an ominous premonition crawled all over his body.She seemed to see a black figure standing outside the window, holding an umbrella, staring at the room motionlessly, with a pair of ghostly eyes under the umbrella.She felt strange and was about to lift the quilt to get up to check, when an unusually strong hand suddenly covered her mouth from behind and pressed her against the pillow.

"!" Siswell couldn't make any sound, turned her head, waved her arms in horror, and strangled the man's shoulder.

is a star.

When she saw him clearly, the strength in her hands relaxed, and her face was full of disbelief.

The man squatted beside the bed, his face was covered with shadows, only his eyes were bright.He let go of Siswell, made a silent gesture, and handed her the mobile phone with the lowest brightness.

"We are being watched. Don't make a sound." A short line of words was typed on the screen of the mobile phone.

Siswell felt a chill, glanced at the doctor and the others, and found that they were still asleep.At this moment, apart from the watcher outside the window, Xing is also a frightening character: he is the only one who wakes up in the room, he has already put on his clothes and put on his gun, and all this is happening quietly, hope Si Weier didn't notice it.

"Please." The man typed out another line, but she didn't understand it.

I saw Xing crawling forward against the edge of the bed, moved to the base of the wall bit by bit, and raised the pistol in his pocket.His back is close to the wall, this position is not easy to be found by the outside world, and at the same time allows him to get a more clever perspective, he can see the Watcher (surveillance person) hidden by the window.

Definitely a soldier.Siswell was covered by the quilt and did not dare to make a sound, and judged from his actions: 3000 years ago, a well-trained killing machine became a sacrifice for the bronze door for some reason.

The people outside the window were also very keen, as if they felt the changes in the house, and the position of the umbrella had moved.Immediately, Siswell saw a pale strange face gradually emerge from the dense mist, and close to the window, like a bloodless diaper, with strange silver-gray eyes, and white hair hanging down like ropes.

Ghost Swordsman!

She clutched the sheets, desperately suppressing her trembling.

Xing held a gun in the dark, barely breathing, like a cheetah ready to go.He is waiting for an opportunity.The "ghost" outside the window glanced over the bed, over the trembling Siswell, slowly, slowly turned towards the man's hidden corner, and finally, stared straight into Xing's eyes.

Just then the gunshots rang out.

"boom!"

A decisive sound shattered the glass, and the sound of rain outside the house suddenly poured in, bombarding the eardrums.At this time, everyone was awakened by the bombing. Although Shanmu, Long and Yunan were not as alert as Xing, they also possessed amazing qualities. They were still asleep in the last second, and in the next second, they jumped from the bed and the ground almost at the same time. Bounced up, picked up the guy hiding under the pillow, pointed the three black gun|muzzles at the window, and his fingers were already on the board.

But they were still a beat late, and saw glass shards mixed with rainwater into a flickering dark blue fuzzy vision, the white-haired swordsman lightly somersaulted and jumped out of the bullet trajectory, jumped onto the roof, leaving behind a series of hurried footsteps Voice.

"I'll go after it!" Xing jumped out of the window after him, and when Siswell sat up, she only had time to see him flash past and lift two white curtains.

"What's going on?!" Dr. Shan Mu climbed up and pressed down on the mechanical leg that was stretched and hurt because of too much movement.

It happened so suddenly that everyone thought of asking questions.

"It's a ghost swordsman." Siswell was still in shock. Only then did she understand what Xing's words "please" meant—"please explain to everyone".So, she outlined the situation as best she could: "We are being watched by the ghost swordsman. Xing was the first to find out, and he went out to chase after him!"

Dr. Shan Mu didn't talk nonsense, put on his glasses: "Get up, I'm afraid there will be a tough battle soon."

After Long and Yun'an finished dressing, they carried their bags on their backs, while Siswell hurriedly wrapped a coat, and even had no time to put on socks, and tied her hair in random bundles. Yun'an handed her a|gun: "Protect you Own."

She nodded.

"Yun An, go find Xing." The doctor said.

"Then you—?"

"Go!" he roared, his thin back showing an irresistible majesty, which reminds people that he is not only a doctor of neurology, but also a veteran who has experienced Kaiser.

The boy obeyed his will.However, just as he jumped out of the window with his front foot, a group of thugs wearing black hoods broke into the door and surrounded the remaining three people with his back foot. OK, they've been tricked.

"The heads of some of you who are wanted by the government are very valuable." The leader of the other party said in common language.

There are six black hoods in total, holding Galil ACE assault rifles||guns in their hands, and their tattoos, necklaces and other decorations look like local residents.They escorted the bar owner Guzi and the reggae-headed Hu Lie, but they didn't intend to take them as hostages. Cracked their heads.

The partner who talked and laughed happily in the afternoon is now a bloody corpse.Siswell felt a spasm in her stomach. She felt like throwing up, but couldn't bring herself to do so.

"The next scene will be ugly." Long and her back to back seemed to have a cold smile.

"I'm not afraid." Siswell clenched the gun in her hand.

She was ready to kill.

Xing ran in the rain, chasing each other's footsteps and shuttling between buildings, he felt a kind of joy.

Air is sucked into the lungs, the chest expands, and the cold wind irritates the throat.For the first time, he discovered that he could run so fast. Running brought him a certain sense of familiarity, like the rush of blood.

At that time, when the ghost swordsman was discovered, the body made a choice faster than the brain, so he rushed out.Somewhere seemed to be driving him, and he smelled a familiar smell from 3000 years ago from that person, so he wanted to catch these clues desperately.

An old two-story building, the outer walls are painted yellow, with wooden floors, horseshoe-shaped arches, stained glass, and leaf-shaped wind chimes hanging from the eaves.This is the last building on the north side of Akondo. The swordsman stopped at the end of the corridor on the second floor, turned around, and seemed to be waiting for the arrival of the stars.

Black hat, silver hair, ancient warrior attire, and silver belt embellished outline a tall and straight figure.He pulled out the crescent-shaped long knife from the sheath, pressed the handle of the knife, and pressed the tip of the knife to the ground.

"Why do you have to chase after him so hard?" He smiled at the disheveled star, showing a kind of calmness.

"Where is the sacred object?" The man approached step by step with a gun, their voices were very hoarse in the rain.

"And why do I have to tell you?" The man in black raised his knife, and the cold light flashed from his eyes under the bamboo hat.

Xing knew that he couldn't escape a fight, so during a long pause, Leng Buding raised his hand and fired two shots at the opponent.The man in black moved swiftly, dodging bullets with invisible steps, and rushed over like a black whirlwind. The knife was sent out from his hand and pushed straight into his chest.Guns have no advantage in melee combat, especially in the face of a sudden rush, but Xing did not panic, the closer the enemy is, the easier it is to aim, he fired again, in order to avoid bullets, the man in black had no choice but to Without restraining the knife, the knife was forced to divert and cut off the railing on the right side of the corridor.

The other party is not easy to mess with.

After a brief encounter, they both confirmed this with each other.

The man in black's knife is very fast, with a bit more killing intent than before. Xing couldn't see his movements clearly, so he could only shoot with his intuition. Unfortunately, it was difficult to hit this time, and one of the bullets shattered The mosaic glass window, the cries of women and children from the room made him panic for a moment, at this moment, the other party came to him, the hem of his clothes rolled like black waves, the knife flashed, and his gun had already severed his head , become two sections of scrap iron.

Xing fell to the ground, raised his face, and the tip of the knife scraped his hair. He saw the man's silver-gray eyes, and instantly thought of death.Fortunately, this thought was fleeting, and the desire to survive in his bones made him crawl back and grab a broken iron fence on the ground.

"Do you want to use this against me?" The swordsman raised his hat, and the rainwater falling from the brim of the hat cut his sight.

Hoshi didn't answer, but just stood up holding the iron rod tightly with both hands.

"I don't like to take advantage of people." The swordsman turned the knife around and held it against the blade: "Besides, my target is not you, but that man named Shanmu Zhelang. He knows too many things."

"..."

"I advise you to give up. We are the real guardians of the holy objects, and we inherit the will of God."

What gods are not gods, the gods should have changed long ago.

Xing ignored it, and directly picked up the pole and swung it down—he didn't know when he had a strong desire for the holy object, maybe it was from the doctor's preaching, or maybe it was the guidance from memory.In short, there was only one thought in his mind: get it back, get it back, get it back.Rough and persistent.

Not for others, but for yourself.

The swordsman struck him with the back of his sword, there was a crisp sound, and the metal collided and even sparked.Changing the iron rod as a weapon, Xing used it more smoothly. After all, he was an ancient man from the Yin Qi civilization, and that era belonged to cold weapons|weapons.He fought more and more fiercely, and the feeling of fighting on the snow field in the past ran through every blood in his body.

"Your sword skills must be good." After exchanging more than ten moves in a row, the opponent swung him away and jumped back to the edge of the corridor.

"You're good too." He said in a deep voice.

However, the brief peaceful atmosphere was quickly broken.

"star--!"

There was a loud shout, followed by two gunshots of "bang bang", the man in black dodged left and right, his bamboo hat was knocked over, he turned his head, and saw a boy with chestnut hair downstairs.

"Your friend is here." He said with a quiet smile to Xing, "See you some other day."

The man in black withdrew his knife, like a crow, disappeared at the end of the arches in the blink of an eye.When the star chases the past, there is nothing left.

"East!"

Headlights pierced the rain.

Jeep pulled up the hood and rammed through the narrow roads of Acondo, chasing a tin military vehicle behind.Shan Mu helped Siswell put on a bandage: "Fortunately, the injury is not serious."

"I'm fine." She wiped her sweat.

"First shot?"

"Well, the first time."

"There will be more opportunities in the future."

"I'm not looking forward to it."

It was almost a miracle that the three of them could break out of the encirclement, thanks to the two smoke bombs Long hid in his sleeves.At this time, they are searching for stars and clouds while avoiding pursuit.

"See! There!" Siswell yelled. "Overdrive! They're across the street!"

Long Meng turned the steering wheel to turn the front of the car, making a turn like a dragon wagging its tail.I saw Yun'an and Xing standing blankly by the side of the street, drenched all over, like two poor college students who went out to watch a movie and couldn't get a taxi back home. They looked very comical in this tense atmosphere like an action movie.

"Damn, I think they're quite relaxed." Long honked the horn.

Yun An waved at the jeep, Long slowed down but didn't stop, the two of them rolled into the car like two mud balls one after the other, and were driven away by Long's accelerator pedal.

After Yun An got into the car, he noticed the military vehicle chasing after him at first glance: "What? Are you wanted all over the world?"

"Yes, how many times?" Shan Mu asked.

"It's the eighth or ninth time." The young man knocked on the glass: "Dragon, open the window, I'll put RPG (rocket propelled grenade)."

There is indeed such a thing hidden under the seat.The teenager set up the bazooka, screwed the booster into the rear end, and loaded the rocket|bomb into it.

"Are you sure you want to let it go?"

"Hmm." He nodded.

"Alright then." Long opened the window for him.

At this point, it seems that there are no other gentle options.

--boom!Loud noise.

The rocket|bomb hit the front seat of the enemy's car, setting off an extremely magnificent, red explosion|explosion.Their little jeeps rolled out of the disintegrating flames behind them, trailing a long trail of smoke from the rear, and plunged into the rainy night ahead.

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The author has something to say:

The cold soldier||armor is still very attractive.The understanding of weapons and equipment all comes from the game (please forgive me for being unprofessional)