Marvel’s Princess Chapter 197: 006’s Diary (3)

"My name is Eric Trevelyan. I am an agent affiliated with the British MI6. I inherited the code name from the previous agent. Now I am 006!"

"On December 15, 2000, after leaving this hellish place in the United States, after leaving Silent Hill, I placed Ruth and Sharon in Paris, France. Sharon liked Paris, and Ruth also liked it here. Seeing them The smile on my face makes everything worth it.”

"On December 21, 2000, Christmas Eve, to comply with the agreement I made with the witch, I returned to Los Angeles, USA. I have investigated some clues about the truth behind Prosperity Town, so I will send them to her first."

"December 22, 2000, damn! This cursed place! I just hailed a taxi, and a passerby stabbed me twice with a dagger! God! 007 wants to kill me, Silent Hill Those monsters want to kill me, and now even a passerby wants to kill me?

Even though my injuries were not healed yet, and those two knives caused me severe injuries, I still grabbed the weapon and stabbed the enemy in the neck with my backhand! ”

"January 12, 2001. I won't write a diary for the next few days. The injury is too serious and I need to rest for two days!"

"On January 19, 2001, through newspapers and some Internet information, I guessed the truth. The guy who attacked me that day was the Zodiac Killer. Then I (there is a Cossack expletive here) took the Zodiac Killer to Stabbed to death?"

"On March 15, 2001, a murder occurred on the streets of Paris. I heard that hundreds of people were killed! Bodies covered with white cloths covered the streets. I sent my wife and children home and ate a hamburger while standing outside the police cordon. I am happy just watching the excitement and watching other people’s misfortune.”

"On March 16, 2001, these stupid pigs in France! They caught the good guy even if they couldn't catch the murderer? People from the French Security Service chased me through three streets (another Cossack curse word) and I had to avoid them. Stay out of the limelight."

"March 17, 2001, no! I can't stay in this hellish place like Paris. If the investigation continues, my identity will be exposed. Run, go to Berlin, Germany!"

"On May 11, 2001, my cooperation with the witch went smoothly, but I couldn't let down my guard. I didn't understand anything about the mysterious world. Now that I can cooperate, what will happen in the future? Will she use those mysterious things? Magic to control me secretly? I need adequate countermeasures."

"On May 24, 2001, I created an opportunity and met the famous archaeologist Ben Gates.

Ben Gates is a scholar, very pragmatic and extremely knowledgeable. I pretended to be a rich British adventurer and used some fragments of occult knowledge obtained from witches to arouse Ben Gates's interest.

I have no idea what those occult symbols represent, but Ben Gates is extremely excited.

Ben Gates was very concerned about the Knights Templar. I pretended not to care and asked the witch. The witch was very wary. She said that the Knights Templar and some brotherhood were extremely secretive ancient organizations and asked me not to investigate further.

If you don’t let me check, won’t I check? joke! The Knights Templar must contain secrets! ”

"On June 4, 2001, I went to visit Ben Gates in Washington, D.C., and we had a great chat. It was said that Ben Gates' ancestors were somehow related to the Knights Templar. I felt that I had touched upon it. The door to the occult.

While we were talking, there was suddenly a violent explosion in the distance, the Capitol Building? Who blew up the Capitol?

I comforted Ben Gates and told him not to panic and to take refuge with me, but this nerd knew that his precious books filled a large box. I heard the sound of fighter jets. Why did Washington, D.C. Will a fighter plane appear? Put away the diary and stop writing now! My life is at stake! ”

"On June 6, 2001, I was in a coma for two days. According to Ben Gates, a missile landed less than ten meters in front of me. At that time, I was covered in blood and suffered extensive fractures. and severe concussion, the doctors thought I was dead, but I relied on my strong body to survive!”

"On June 10, 2001, my friendship with Ben Gates became better and better. He came to see me every day. I would rather not have such mercy. His eyes looked as if I would die at any time!"

"On June 11, 2001, I learned that the White House had been bombed. The United States had two presidents in one day, and more than ten senior government officials died. The entire Washington, D.C., was in chaos, and rioters even went to the hospital. Here comes the robbery! The United States is really going to end!"

"On August 5, 2001, Ben Gates was still talking endlessly about the Knights Templar. I was not in the mood to listen. After staying in the hospital for two months, I wanted to go home and see my Wife and daughter, I’ve had enough of this **** America!”

"On August 8, 2001, Ben Gates told me about the history of his family and hoped that I would fund his search for the 'Charlotte' in the Arctic. He only relied on personal funds to conduct scientific research in the Arctic. , the cost is too great, I need to carefully weigh it. I said goodbye to Ben Gates and returned to Berlin."

"On November 7, 2001, after the wound was completely healed, the witch asked me to meet in Tel Aviv. I had to take a flight from Berlin to Damascus, and then take the road to Tel Aviv."

"On November 8, 2001, a passing truck driver offered to give me a ride. He said his name was Wade Wilson and that he was transporting a cargo from Baghdad to Tel Aviv. I felt that the cargo was very heavy. It was a little strange. When I asked Wade what it was, he said he didn’t know. ”

Comrade 006's handwriting paused here for a moment, as if he didn't want to write originally, but after hesitation, he chose to continue recording.

“This man named Wade Wilson is so eloquent!! From the moment he got in the car, I heard him nagging about how much money he could make from this job, his views on heavy metal rock music, and asked Why should I keep a diary?

If you stopped nagging me, wouldn’t I go to sleep? ! I write a diary just because I don’t want to talk to you! Don't you understand this? !

I didn’t want to pay attention to this talkative Wade Wilson, but I suddenly looked up and found more than a dozen Arabs holding firearms standing in the middle of the road! ”

"... It should be November 8, 2001, when a group of robbers attacked the truck driven by Wade Wilson with rockets. There was a big problem with the job he took!" The writing here It's very sloppy and the corners of the pages are very dirty.

"I was buried alive in a coffin...I found some of the things I had brought with me at my feet. The robbers threw my diary, lighter and mobile phone into the coffin. Bad news. I couldn't get out of the trap on my own. The good news was that the coffin was not buried deep and there was still signal on my phone. I called anxiously, hoping that the witch would come to save me! There was not much oxygen in the coffin! .."