Cosma Empire

The aggressive innkeeper's eyes were wide open, but when she was about to yell, the colorful thing in front of her caught her attention.

It was twenty dollars, for no reason, the scent of the ink on the paper and the mysterious lines that were masterpieces of art, all of which showed the value of this little card. The lines on her face softened in an instant, and her eyes narrowed with a smile. She stretched out two fingers tentatively, pinched the corner of the banknote, and pulled it lightly and forcefully. The money was immediately transferred from Hanle's hand to her fingertips. Surprise flashed in her eyes, she nodded with a smile and bowed her waist, and took two steps back.

"I see, young people are always so enthusiastic, I can understand, I also experienced such a thing back then..." She took a look at Hanle's size and the thickness of his forearm, and took the initiative to resolve it very wisely After a moment of embarrassment, he turned around and yelled loudly into the corridor, "Everyone is sleeping like a horse, and the sound is a little abnormal in the middle of the night? Ma De, you should increase your rent!"

The hotel became quiet again, Hanle closed the door, and the sound of closing the door was like a signal, and the two immediately moved again.

From Anna's understanding of Walt, Walt is well-balanced in all aspects, without any particularly powerful items, and no obvious weaknesses, but he has a unique skill, that is, throwing knives.

His throwing knives may not be very accurate, but they must be very fast. There are twelve throwing knives wrapped around his wrists, there are as many as twenty-four in total. He once shot twenty-four throwing knives in four seconds, it is enough to imagine how much effort he has put into this aspect. Moreover, Walter discussed these throwing knives with Anna. When he is with a group of perverts, if he is not perverted, he feels that it will be difficult to integrate into this perverted circle. He always needs to add something to himself to keep himself in The "circle" was not thrown out, and finally, at Anna's suggestion, he began to practice throwing knives.

I don't want to shoot accurately, I just want to shoot fast.

The room is not big, so it is very suitable to use a throwing knife. Anna didn't dare to be careless, she directly pulled the trigger continuously, and at the same time quickly avoided any obstacles between her and Walt.

Bullets are fast, but so are throwing knives. After all, people are people, not monsters. Anna's marksmanship is very accurate, and Walt was shot twice. However, Walt's shooting was also not slow, and even this time the aim was surprisingly high, and Anna also had seven throwing knives of different shapes inserted into her body. The two stood on both sides of the table, panting heavily, and just a dozen seconds was enough for their physical strength to drop quickly. After all, they are not young anymore. They have gone downhill in all aspects of their bodies for many years, and they are no longer what they were when they were young, and they can persist in high-intensity battles.

Anna smiled wryly and threw the pistol to the ground. There were four flying knives sticking out of her chest, and more than half of each flying knife had sunk into her body. There were three more sticking into her lower abdomen, almost completely sinking into her body. She knew that she was going to die. If such an injury could not be treated immediately, she would die within two minutes. It seems impossible for these people to call an ambulance for her, and the ambulance seems to be too late, this time is different from last time!

Also, she doesn't intend to live on.

Holding on to the chair, she staggered around to the front of the chair and sat down, with a look of pain on her face from time to time.

Opposite her, Walter stood expressionless. He was shot in the shoulder and arm. Although his expression did not change, his eyes could not deceive anyone. He had some different thoughts.

It seems that Anna didn't aim at his vitals?

"Can we have a conversation between husband and wife?" Anna spat out a mouthful of blood, and turned to look at Layton and his son who was rumored to have been greened out, "Just for a while."

Layton nodded. He had already determined that Anna must die, and no one could violate the principle of the black post, so he had to guarantee that Anna must die before he could leave for a while. Taking a last look at Anna sitting on the chair and Walter standing beside him indifferently, Layton sighed lightly and turned around with his son and left the room.

Leave the last time to them.

After they left, Walter said, "We are not husband and wife, but enemies."

Anna smiled and spat out another mouthful of blood. After the internal organs suffered open injuries, the air entered the abdomen, causing some organs such as the intestines to start to swell, and some of the blood in the body would spurt as the internal pressure rose sharply. way out.

"No, we are husband and wife, we had a wedding, we must be husband and wife...", she said, shaking her head violently, holding the letter knife on the table and stabbing it into her thigh fiercely. The severe pain subsided a lot of the drowsiness that had just arisen, "Time has taught me a lot, I have been looking for you for so many years..." As she spoke, she tore off the necklace around her neck and put it on On the table at hand, "This is my most precious thing, I have always wanted to give this thing to you..."

She vomited blood profusely, and suddenly an abnormal blush appeared on her face, which made her seem a little more energetic again, "I'm thinking and remembering every night..."

"If you just want to talk nonsense, I don't think it's necessary to continue." Walter glanced sideways at the wall clock on the wall, and it was only a few dozen seconds before twelve o'clock.

"No, listen to me!" Anna suddenly yelled hysterically. This yell exhausted her too much strength and life, she spit out a few mouthfuls of blood again and then calmed down. Her eyes also began to dim, "It's too late, it's too late...", her eyeballs rolled slowly, like an old man in his eighties or nineties, it was extremely difficult to move his eyes, when her eyes finally fell on Walter A ray of light appeared on his body.

"I've been chasing you for more than 20 years, but I just wanted to say sorry to you..."

"The leader said that after death, the soul will be redeemed. I died at your hands, so can I see them after I die and say sorry to them? I miss him very much!" Anna looked at him full of anticipation and longing Just look at Walter, even if Walter lied to her, she can be satisfied. But she just watched, just watched....

Walter didn't answer this question. He walked to the edge of the table and took the blood-covered pendant in his hand, opened it for a look, and put it in his pocket.

At this time, the twelve o'clock bell rang, echoing over the entire city of Otis.

No one can understand Walter's fear of Anna. What he was afraid of was almost..., no, he was already mentally ill. He would have severe hallucinations and hallucinations, and once he was not intoxicated with alcohol, he would be able to see Anna appear in front of him, and then stab the knife into his body. But now Walter has an indescribably weird feeling. The person who should have just taken revenge is frightened. The woman who should have been his nightmare chased him for so many years was not to kill him, but just wanted to say sorry. .

The three of them got into the car and drove towards the outskirts of the city. From time to time, Walt looked back at Tenell in the dark. At this time, his mood was very, very complicated. He didn't know what Anna went through to become like this, maybe people will always change?

"Have you any wine?", he asked.

After bandaging his wound, Layton took an unopened bottle of wine from the co-pilot's storage box and threw it to him, "If you want the old guy to beat you, you can drink more."

Walter smiled and unscrewed the cap of the wine bottle, gulping down, all he wanted to do now was to get drunk and pass out.

At the same time, two soldiers who had just donated a sum of education funds for the girl who had lost their way returned to the hotel. The moment they opened the door, both of them trembled visibly. Because they saw that their chief was sitting on a chair covered in blood and had already lost his life. Even the inexplicable death of an ordinary colonel here was enough to shock the Imperial Army, not to mention that Anna belonged to the most special department of the Empire. And the position is very high, this is definitely not a small matter, enough to be treated as a crisis of the highest level.

The next morning, people from the Southwest Military Region rushed here. In addition to investigating and collecting evidence, they also put a blood-stained black envelope and card in a suitcase and sent it to the Ministry of Defense separately. The two soldiers who came with Anna have been restrained and severely interrogated.

The empire is never what it seems....

Du Lin didn't know that the biggest crisis for him had been solved quietly. He, including Mr. Kesma and everyone except Walt, would not know that the woman only chased after her. The purpose behind their buttocks to catch them is not as simple as it used to be. She doesn't want to exchange Mr. Kesma's head for power, status or wealth. She just wanted to find that man through Mr. Kesma, and then say sorry to him.

Time is a very magical thing, no one can remain the same under the erosion of time, everyone will change in the years. From immature to mature, physical changes, psychological changes. No one knew what Anna had changed over the years, what she had in mind, but all of this disappeared with her "plan".

Perhaps, she has been redeemed, who knows?

In the morning, the sun was shining brightly, and Du Lin couldn't get up because of the gunshot wound. He was lying on the bed and reading the newspaper. A sudden knock on the door woke up Dufo, who was squinting his eyes and enjoying the half-sleep. He walked to the door and opened it, then frowned, "Is there something wrong?"

"Of course!" Memnon's voice came from outside the door, "I'm representing the city hall to come and see Mr. Dooling. Is there a problem?"

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