Ember Gun - Chapter 679

  Chapter 679 A Quiet Life

  The early morning sun illuminates the guy on the bed. It took him a while before he slowly got up to face the sun.

  Lorenzo rubbed his distressed eyes and let out a big breath.

  Everything was as usual, nothing changed. He got up and put on the slippers beside the bed. Old Dunling ushered in the long-lost winter, but the first snow did not come.

  Since the heavy rain, the temperature of Old Dunling has dropped again and again, and Lorenzo was quickly awakened by the low temperature indoors, and he couldn’t help but tighten his pajamas.

It stands to reason that the old Dunling will start to supply heating, and the heating pipes all over the room will have high-temperature liquid flowing through it, bringing people warm, but as the mechanical courtyard is destroyed, the underground world is in chaos, such supply is delayed After a long time, there is no intention to recover.

  The aftermath of the torrential rain is still raging, and everything seems to be back to the era when technology was not developed many years ago. Some people feel nostalgic, while others find it difficult to adapt.

   “Ah…it’s cold.”

Lorenzo complained, walked to the fireplace and added firewood to the swaying fireworks inside. He pushed the sofa over and was smoked by the warm fireworks. Lorenzo was trapped in a soft and comfortable seed. He began to think about himself now. Whether or not to just sleep in the living room at night, I think it is much warmer than my own room.

  A day of leisure, there are no monsters, no troublesome people and things, only a slightly bad environment.

Lorenzo felt a little groggy. He was wondering whether to sleep here again, but there was a lot of noise in the street. As the day broke, there were more people on the street. Even so bad, everyone still wants Go on with life.

Because of the war that took place in Old Dunling, most of the iron snake lines are under maintenance. The unlucky citizens can only get up early to go to work on foot, and because the war has too much impact, even if there is antimemetic treatment, the old Rumors continued in Dun Lingnei.

  There are all kinds of theories, some of them are so wonderful that Lorenzo thinks this will be a plot that can only be found in the novel.

  The municipal government is eager to appease the people, but with the advent of winter, more problems have emerged.

In winter, old Dunling had frequent accidents. After the war, the freezing cold brought more problems. Every day, steam pipes broke, or even more troublesome things. Old Dunling was like a checkmate. The giant is in the final survival.

  Lorenzo didn’t bother to think about it. Just leave this to the scavengers, and he doesn’t have to worry about so much.

  Through the icy glass, you can see that there are people holding signs, denounced the conspiracy of the authorities, and shouted that they should have the right to know…there are countless things like this.

  Lorenzo remembered something, he got up and walked to the door, opened the door, and took in today’s newspaper.

A piece of news dominated the headlines. The damage suffered by Old Dunling cannot be concealed by those who are truly vigilant. Although there are country builders intervening between countries, their power still cannot determine everything. The world war has long been ready to take place. , Finally started.

Probably a few days ago, Galunalo and Invergge started the first round of collision in the Shiraito Strait. The specific casualties are not clear, but it does not seem to be too serious. It is just a test of each other. The Viking nations The army was entrenched in the sea and did not enter the field hastily.

  The war has begun, but the countries still maintain the final bottom line. The war has not yet fully started. The people are in panic, looking forward to the Queen’s announcement that Inervig has entered a wartime state…

  Lorenzo discarded the newspaper slightly tired, he didn’t bother to know what was going on.

  The world is a huge chess board, and several chess players are moving. Moreover, Lorenzo does not need to care about this kind of thing. There are more troublesome things waiting for him.

   “Unspeakable…”

  Lorenzo whispered softly.

  The other hand stroked the injured arm. The bandage has been removed, but the scar on it still exists, just like dense tree patterns and blood vessels exposed in the epidermis.

  Swipe the fingertips lightly, feeling the uneven texture and slight tingling on it.

  Lorenzo waved his arm, pretending that he was waving his sword, but soon he felt the pain from his arm, as if it was about to split in the next second.

   Barely able to swing a sword, but compared with the heyday, it is still a lot worse after all, and this is the gift of antimemetic.

After all, Lorenzo is also a person of sublimation. His body is rolling in hot secret blood. Under the spread of [Wangchuan], he will inevitably be affected by it, but in Lorenzo’s expectation, he will be bombed to death. Look, these injuries right now are simply unlucky.

  A leisurely day.

  Although he had just woke up, Lorenzo was already feeling a little panicked, but thinking about it carefully, he really has nothing to do.

  Roger Cruz and Adron Levine, these two huge threats have been resolved, and what is left is the sin hidden under the Well of Ascension, and Lawrence who is out of sight.

  Lorenzo originally thought he would go to Lawrence without stopping, then throw his body into the well of sublimation, and blow him up with the monster.

  But the reality is that Lorenzo seems to be unable to do anything now.

Whether it is for the Well of Sublimation or Lawrence, any action needs to be temporarily shelved. At present, the cleaning agency has been hit hard. In a short period of time, it is difficult for them to organize effective forces. What’s more, if certain actions are really to be taken , Both of these targets are located abroad, out of the control of Inervig.

  Just thinking about it, you can feel the dangers, and more importantly, Lorenzo now has not eased from the influence of [Wang Chuan], even if time has passed for some time.

  ”A vacation…a charming vacation.”

  Lorenzo murmured, at least when Kestrel said so when he informed him.

  He still remembers that one day early in the morning, he was awakened by a rapid knock on the door before he was awake, and then the Kestrel broke into the door excitedly, still carrying the morning mist on his body.

  ”It’s a vacation! It’s a vacation! It’s a vacation! A vacation! It’s a vacation!”

  Kestrel’s voice has a wonderful melody, twisting his clumsy limbs, jumping and cheering at the same time.

“take a vacation?”

  Lorenzo looked confused.

   “Yes, it will take some time for the cleansing agency to heal itself. Coupled with the large-scale conflict in the Shiraito Strait, we are temporarily unable to bring up any action plans.” Kestrel’s expression was low at first, and then ecstatic, “So we are on vacation!”

When    shouted “vacation” loudly, Lorenzo felt that Kestrel’s eyes were full of tears, and his voice was crying.

  It’s gratifying and congratulating, gratifying and congratulating.

Think about it, this unlucky ghost is not easy. At first, I just wanted to come to Jiudunling to have a meal, but in the Xiacheng district, I thought I was appreciated by the gang boss and could be a gangster, but later found out that this black boss actually It was an undercover agent, and he was involved in a more troublesome vortex.

   So Lorenzo remembered the tangled topic before.

  Kestal is lucky or unlucky in the end.

Looking at his life trajectory, it can be said that he stepped into the mud pit with precision at every step, but this unlucky ghost crawled out fortunately every time, as if it was a prank by the goddess of luck to him, and wanted to see him embarrassed. Looks like, I don’t want this guy to be buried in the mud early.

  In this way, the Kestrel brought sweet news. He lay in Lorenzo for a whole morning, and then disappeared. Until today, Lorenzo did not see him again.

  I heard from other people that the Kestrel’s vacation was either lying in the employee’s dormitory or fishing at the pier. Unfortunately, the rising tide of the rainstorm destroyed the pier, and even the entire Xiacheng district was turned into rubble.

  Lorenzo also didn’t know if fishing was possible there, but every day, he could see construction teams rushing there. Even if there were fish, he was probably disturbed.

  Life seems to have returned to peace again, nothing seems to have changed, and everything seems to have become completely unrecognizable again.

  【Are you in a daze? 】

   Suddenly a voice rang in his mind, which shocked Lorenzo.

   “Are you there?”

  Lorenzo has been weakened by Watson, who has been fascinated in the past few days. There may be a clear female voice sounded at any time, regardless of Lorenzo’s psychological pressure.

  【Just arrived. 】

  Short reply sounded in my mind.

  Watson said so, but Lorenzo felt that she must have been here for a long time, watching herself in a daze, paying attention to the funny expression.

   “What’s wrong? So suddenly.”

  【Nothing, just passing by. 】

  ”Is it not finished yet?”

   [No, such a large-scale antimemetic interference, there will always be some special cases, which need to be investigated one by one. 】

  Hearing this, Lorenzo nodded.

  Watson is still very busy, she needs to deal with the citizens who have not completely forgotten, and always pay attention to the erosion and fluctuations in the old castle.

  The torrential rain destroyed all the large Geiger counters at the outposts, and the defenses of Old Dunling were weaker than ever.

  Soon Watson’s voice disappeared, as she said, it was really just passing by, and there was only Lorenzo left in the office, although he was the only one at the beginning.

  At this time, people like Lorenzo seem useless. There is no enemy to be killed by him, so he can only stay at home until he rots and smells.

  Some people say that this is the fate of soldiers. There are not always wars in this world. In the end, everyone will return to ordinary people and lead a peaceful life.

   “A peaceful life? It sounds really far away.”

  Lorenzo muttered to himself, and walked to the kitchen to fork a few sausages to fill his stomach.

  Some animals become panic when they break away from their familiar environment. Sometimes Lorenzo will panic a little when he thinks of “quiet life”.

   Fear and expectation.

  He is a little hard to imagine that he completely abandoned the blade, but he really wants to live the life in the story, an ordinary life that is within reach of everyone.

  Looking at the calendar, the old Dunling ushered in winter, so the birthday of God is not far away.

  Thinking about it this way, time really flies quickly, and one year has disappeared like this.

  Thinking that the door of the room was pushed open, and the other party did not knock on the door. Lorenzo thought that he might be an acquaintance. He raised his head and, as expected, saw a familiar face.

   “Why are you here again.”

Kestrel opened the door and entered. It was different from the joy of the last time. This time he looked much worse. He was in a mess, his hair was messy, his body had a damp smell, his backpack and fishing rod on his back, and his hands. Carrying buckets and fish baskets.

  Lorenzo guessed that Kestrel was back from fishing, but he didn’t know what had happened. This guy didn’t go home, but went straight here. He looked downcast and couldn’t do it seriously.

   “Red…Falcon?”

  Lorenzo tried to call his name. After living alone for a long time, suddenly a living person came, which he thought was still quite interesting.

  I saw the Kestrel lifted his head, his pupils were bloodshot, and he felt sleepy for days and nights.

   “No one sleeps on the sofa, right?”

He asked suddenly, without waiting for Lorenzo to answer, he saw that this guy was rude, put the empty fish basket aside, threw the backpack in the corner, and then took off his clothes in front of Lorenzo. .

   Throwing the damp coat aside, revealing the still damp and dirty inner lining, and then revealing the body contaminated with dust and mud.

  Lorenzo was a little dazed, and then let out a scream.

   “Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Kestrel!”

  Lorenzo waved his hand quickly. To be honest, he would rarely be scared by something, but admit that he was really scared this time.

In fact, if you switch roles, Lorenzo thinks other people will be scared too. A tired guy pushes open the door of your house without saying a word. He just takes off in front of you and thinks badly. It doesn’t work.

   “Fuck! Don’t take it off!”

  Lorenzo already wants to hit someone, if you don’t stop it, the Kestrel will start to take off his pants.

“what?”

  Kestrel raised his head in confusion, his hand untied his belt.

  Only hearing a cry, the belt and trousers fell down the legs, revealing the love underwear that only my mother can knit.

  Lorenzo felt a little headache, he didn’t know if it was a peaceful life.

   “Is this a dog?”

  Kestrel looked down and guessed, “I guess the embroidery is a pig.”

  The atmosphere became a bit silent. Lorenzo’s expression was hideous and painful. He discarded many titles such as murderer and the nature of his work. In essence, Lorenzo and Kestrel were similar people, and there were some shortcomings in their brains.

  In Oscar’s words, both of them have strong comedy talents, but they use such talents for bad words.

  Kestrel grabbed the fairly clean lining, wiped the dust on his body vigorously, and asked solemnly, “Can you take a bath?”

“probably.”

  Lorenzo felt that the plot seemed to be on the right track again, gradually returning to normal from the bizarre road.

   “So what’s wrong with you?”

Hearing Lorenzo’s questioning, Kestrel’s movements were stagnant. For a moment, Lorenzo felt that Kestrel was about to cry. He wiped himself briefly, threw the dirty clothes aside, and grabbed it. He took up the blanket and wrapped himself up, curled up by the fireplace like a caterpillar.

   “Say… it’s a long story.”

  He stared at the flames in the fireplace. He might be too close. The Kestrel was like a domestic dog with scorched fur, with a faint white smoke rising from his head.

  Kestrel tried his best to control his emotions, then his eyes were filled with glittering and rolling luster, and he asked Lorenzo.

  ”Do you think a series of mistakes can make a person fall apart?”

  (End of this chapter)