Chapter 15 Its Good to Be Alive
The plot requires a temporary writing role switch, and now it is narrated in the first person... (If it remains unchanged to your reading, the author hereby apologizes)
Looking through the elevator glass at the tb in the sun. Its a beautiful city and really wouldnt want to fight here if I could. I miss that small park whose name I dont know so much. I really dont know when I can go there again next time. When I think about it, I will die in a moment, and these are just fantasies.
Counting the bullet yao, there are 8 penetrating bullets left, 3 freezing bullets and the final seed ....
Press all the bullets into the same magazine. The seed is placed at the end because it is the full stop of the end ....
Come to the rooftop without any obstacles, which is an apron. Its very empty, so you dont have to look around. They stood opposite them, all familiar faces, three mechs they had seen at the base.
"Ive been waiting for you for a long time ..." the white mecha said.
"Im sorry, I didnt know you were waiting for me." I took off my helmet. This protection is not so important anymore, I just want to see the ending with my own eyes ...
"Actually, you are very strong ..." Satan continued.
"Maybe." I smiled. Ive heard too many praises like this, but who knows my sorrow...
"This kind of power shouldnt be used by the decadent z Kingdom. The strong should come together with the strong. As long as you nod your head, you will be our comrades from now on. Our experts will design the latest mecha for you, and you will become stronger."
"To me, it doesnt matter whether I am strong or not. It doesnt matter which country I am using. I just came here to get an answer ..."
"Are you really going to be stubborn until you die?" He seemed to feel a little regretful? I dont understand?
"Im different from you ..." As he spoke, he walked towards her, "Im a test tube baby ... the fertilized eggs that bred me are all artificially synthesized, so in principle, I dont belong to any country."
"When my eyes are formed, my consciousness is already formed.
Education from childhood is to destroy all enemies. Dont hesitate, dont hesitate, kill the enemy with the most concise and direct action. I know the world from the scope. You dont know where to put your hands except for holding the gun? I wear a battle suit to feel the loneliness that the world brings me... But none of this matters... I accept the reality of being a monster... I accept the reality of only killing people... I dont care about the reality of always being alone... I just want to die quietly, but I cant. I just came here to ask a question ... "
Looking at the red angel in front of her, looking at her beating "eyes". I just wanted to ask, "Why? Would I not kill you?"
"Why didnt you kill me?" She asked me with excited words and a full-strength straight fist.
"How do I know what you think? Just to humiliate me? Im a warrior! Its perfectly normal for a warrior to die on the battlefield. Even if I was killed by you at that time, I have no regrets! But you suddenly let me go like a conscience!" Although I have armor to protect me, I know that at least two ribs have been broken.
"Everyone didnt blame me for my failure or my incompetence. However, this hurts my heart even more. I dragged everyone down and caused my companions to be injured." The red mecha sprayed steam from its entire body, and the mecha turned on.
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