Marvel’s Princess Chapter 548: 006’s Diary (7)

"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!"

"February 20, 2005, South Korea, God! The disaster there was so terrible."

"I led people to the Han River that afternoon and used Wieland's boat to help rescue people."

"The air is filled with the smell of blood and burnt corpses. Standing on the bow of the boat, I can only feel my own powerlessness. If such a disaster befalls me, how can I save my family? ? Before I could think about it, a strange black fish rushed out from the bottom of the river and swallowed me in one bite! ”

"On the evening of February 20, 2005, with Bella's help, I finally opened the stomach of the strange fish and beat it to death! Bella looked at me with eyes full of disgust. I feel disgusted with it myself. The stomach of that strange fish is so smelly. Did this ghost grow up eating shit?" There were also some Cossack swear words mixed in here.

"Bella said this is a carp. Does your carp look like an elephant? Has a tail and four legs? When I was fighting the strange fish before, there was a Korean woman on the shore who kept fighting the strange fish. Archery, you are really good at shooting! If it weren’t for virus enhancement, I would have been shot to death by you! That’s all for today, I have to deal with it! A wound."

"On February 27, 2005, I stayed in South Korea for seven days. To be honest, I was a little sad. I told Bella that after the treatment of the victims in front of me, I would go back to Germany to be with my wife and children."

The next two pages are blank. Old Comrade 006 left two pages blank here and marked a lot of question marks because he didn't know how to continue writing in the diary.

Two pages later, he started writing again.

"God knows what year it is now! My memory is a bit fragmented, but I can generally recall it. I only remember... Bella was singing a song at that time, called What Big Fish? The melody was very nice, a bit Sad, but I couldn’t understand the lyrics, and then... As soon as I started to praise him, this unfortunate guy was dragged away by something, dragging me along with him! ”

"On the second day after arriving in the wilderness, as the biochemical virus circulated in my body, my memory was completely restored, but I still don't know where I am."

"On the third day after arriving in the wilderness, I met a man named John Preston. Just from the first glance, I knew that this man was a ruthless character. Under his seemingly polite appearance, Hidden a fierce heart."

"On the fifth day after arriving in the wilderness, John, a tough guy, slowly regained his memory. He said that he worked on Wall Street as a stockbroker and seemed to feel that he did not need to abide by the laws of the civilized world here. He also tested me by saying that he likes to chase down skilled women with a chainsaw.

What a perverted scumbag! Wall Street is full of people who are glamorous on the outside but full of bad intentions behind the scenes. They are worse than terrorists! ”

"On the sixth day after arriving in the wilderness, when John was describing how he was wearing a raincoat and slashing his colleagues with an ax from behind, a group of people dressed very strangely found us."

"On the nineteenth day after arriving in the wilderness, John and I joined the resistance here. Later, we sold information about the resistance to the powerful people in the city. What is the name of the leader of the resistance? Mentor? Really? You're laughing so hard! Are you worthy? I killed that instructor with one shot.

John and I joined an armed group in the city called the Order as priests. Only then did I know the specific time. It seemed that people here had used some New Era dating methods. Later, in order to prove their long history, the city administrators returned to using the old AD calendar. It is now 2205 AD, the 23rd century. ....."

"September 2, 2205, starting today, John and I began to learn a combat skill here called gun fighting. When we were with the resistance, they said that gun fighting was their mentor. Invented by the Order, they say it was invented by the Order. I don’t care, but...how come these gun fighting techniques are a bit like the martial arts of the Assassin Brotherhood?"

"September 15, 2005. John and I completed the training and put on dark slim-fitting trench coats and black gloves that represented commandment and order."

"People here believe that human emotions are a disease. Hatred, anger, anger, and joy are all external manifestations of the disease. They developed a medicine that specifically suppresses human emotions twenty years ago. Each Everyone entering the city must be vaccinated."

"It is too easy to deceive these future people. How could I inject this inexplicable medicine? But John injected it. I have to say that I was frightened by the effect of the medicine and John's true personality hidden under the mask. After a jump, this guy's expression, muscles, and height didn't change at all, but his temperament still made me, an elite agent, feel intimidated, as if I was not facing a person, but a killing machine."

"On November 5, 2005, John suppressed his emotions for a long time and learned the gun fighting skills of the cult. His disguise of being a stockbroker was completely torn off. His murderous intent was so strong that even I felt it. It’s unbearable, it’s hard to imagine that this guy was just an ordinary person before?”

"On November 9, 2005, in order to write a diary, I had to hide from John's sight. Diaries, books, and music are all considered to be external manifestations of emotional illness here."

A lot of Cossack swear words are written here.

"I just have a hobby of writing diaries! Can't you satisfy such a small request? What a **** world! John has been staring at me these days, I must be more careful."

"On November 10, 2205, John still blocked me in an abandoned church. We all came from the same place. We both knew this. I didn't think he would do anything to me."

“I picked up a book of poems by William Butler Yeats, with my diary inside. On the surface, I was reading, but in fact, I was still writing a diary. I wanted to seize the time and write down the contents of today’s diary. After writing the last two sentences, I will explain the current situation to John."

"My shoes were a bit big. John was standing in front of me. I felt like he had stepped on my foot, so I quoted a line from Yeats's poem, 'You step on the wings of my dreams.' Everyone did. Modern people, I think he should understand what I mean."

"Who knew this grandson would shoot!"

"The bullets penetrated Yeats's poetry collection, diary and my head with great penetration. John turned around and left, killing my companion, without any guilt. Relying on the biochemical virus in the body, I still have A little consciousness, but I know that I am going to die, and I will die soon..."