The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 130: Lion (Part 1)
"Dvoru."
The calling voice came from nowhere. The man listened to the sound. The voice disappeared. He felt a little bored. He was sitting in a room with nothing, furniture, doors, appliances, carpets, nothing, floor. It is made of black walnut. After years of use, it has become shiny and shiny. There is a small window on the empty wall, projecting the flickering light on the dark floor. It is a never-ending rest. In the thunderstorm, the sound of rolling thunder is low and loud. Every time the electric light flashes, Dvoru closes his eyes, and allows the light to cast the pink color of the eyelid blood vessels into his field of vision.
He doesn’t know where it is or what he’s doing here. In fact, he doesn’t even know who he is. There is no mirror in the room and he can’t see his face. It took a long time to look at it. His slender and smooth-skinned hands still didn’t draw any conclusions. He didn’t feel hungry and didn’t want to sleep. He was able to breathe freely, although the window was tightly closed. For a while, he felt that it could last for a long time. He stayed in this room until someone came to take him away, but at certain times, he beat every inch of the wall frantically. He wanted to dig a way to the outside world. There must be a door. How did he get in without a door? The window is so small that it is impossible for an adult to pass through it, and thunder and thunder outside the window are raining heavily, but his shirt is very dry and exudes a good smell of laundry detergent. ,
"Dvoru."
The sound sounded again, and the man turned his head abruptly and stared at the blank wall. This time he heard clearly. The sound came from this direction. He walked slowly to the wall and pressed his ear to the wall. The wall has no secret tunnels, it is a strong reinforced concrete structure, and it is impossible to damage it with human power.
The distant voice came through the icy wall. It was a conversation between two people, one old and the other young: "Homill, what's the situation below."
"The Duke and I arrived at position d118. The diffuse reflection of the ventilation shaft can temporarily connect the mental grid. The vice-chairman, Lord Dale Ambrose and Anmasa are chasing the selected person and go to the bunker. Going deeper, the Duke and I will continue to track along the road signs they left. When we reach the central power distribution room, we will turn on the communication system of the Panshen Wine Cellar, so that we can use the terminal's signal interpretation to be on the battlefield. All the cadres of the Brotherhood are connected to the Spiritual Grid."
"I see, how long will it take."
"About ten minutes, there was some resistance on the road. The ghost armed forces have not been cleaned up. The guardian knight Belenko has died. By the way, the vice-chairman, Ambrose has used the'Necromancer' to make Three mutants were collected. From the information he left, the mutants are still under control and there is little danger of overloading."
"Understood, can you find Dvoru's place, Homill."
"Sorry, from this point of view, I cannot search for the mental coordinates extensively, and the lion’s body is covered with a strong electric charge, which will interfere with the access of the mental grid. If he maintains a dotted state, I cannot lock his position. , Vice Chairperson, ah, we are leaving the ventilation shaft area. Communication will be temporarily interrupted. After ten minutes, I will use your portable interruption to establish contact again..."
The young voice disappeared, and the old voice sighed, raising the volume and shouting: "Dvoru, come out quickly, Dvoru, hell, we need your power."
The man in the room was confused. He didn't know who this man named Dvor was, but he felt a little familiar, as if he had heard the name somewhere, he walked back to the middle of the room and sat down. , Staring at the wall in confusion, thinking about things, his head is empty, there is nothing to remember, "De...Voru" he wrote and scratched on the wooden floor with his fingers, and there appeared in the thin dust A line of letters, he recognized that it was Dvoru’s Polish writing, and then began to wonder why he knew Polish, a language that few people are familiar with,
The rain outside the window suddenly intensified, and the raindrops crackled on the glass window. The man couldn't help but walked to the window to watch. Through the flickering thunderstorm, he couldn't see anything outside. A round drop of water hung in the corner of the window frame, and lightning flashed across the sky. A pale, deformed man's face was reflected on the drop of water. Even if the shape was distorted, the appearance of that face could be vaguely seen. The man was suddenly stunned. , Groping for his mandible, nose bridge and long golden hair with both hands, muttering a name in his mouth,
"Anjay Vaznoshawar."
He didn’t know why he said this string of letters, because he didn’t think it was his name. He went back to the middle of the room and wrote down the second name in the dust. It was still in Polish, two The names are juxtaposed together, this scene makes him feel a little dizzy,
Without warning, he remembered something. The memory fragments related to the name Andrzej Vaznoshawa had recovered. He remembered that at a certain moment, there was a man of medium build with a beard on the upper lip. A man once stood in a corner with rags and wine glasses in his hands. No, not the corner, but behind a bar in the corner. The bar is also made of black walnut, and the surface is cratered. I don’t know how long it took; behind the bar. There are two large wine cabinets, one on the left is full of wine, and the other on the right is full of glasses. There are draft beer machines and ice machines hidden under the bar. The ice machine is always faulty, so there are still in the corner of the bar against the wall. A small domestic freezer, with forty ice trays filled with ice cubes, and a few bottles of frozen red wine for Halloween parties.
The man was amazed at the many details of his memory, "What to drink." The man behind the bar asked, wiping the whiskey glass in his hand, and turning the glass into the wine cabinet with a backhand dexterously, acting like a juggling. As sophisticated as an artist,,, in fact, he is indeed a vaudeville artist,
"Guise." The blond man said unexpectedly, "Why are you here? The injuries on you, your face and body are healed, I remember you got so badly injured, only half of your face is left. Almost died..."
Guise glanced at him: "Captain, are you drunk? We haven't been on a mission for a long time. The Polish branch is simply a corner forgotten by the organization...Come over for a drink, and a glass of Moggie How about mojito? I know you don’t like sweet cocktails, but I just got the best sugarcane juice today. Use your favorite Bacardi white rum with lemon juice, mint leaves, soda, Sugarcane juice and ice cubes... Alright."
A refreshing and tempting drink was placed on the bar, and a dense mist formed on the surface of the glass. The blond man walked over naturally and sat on the high stool and took a sip from the glass. "Oh, it tastes good, it feels like summer."
"Summer in Cuba." Guise smiled, "My circus went to the Americas for a tour and drank mojito and free Cuba for three months in Mexico, Cuba, and Colombia. The smell is gone."
The blond man finished half a glass of cocktail in one breath, "It's great,...by the way, what's my name."
Guise said strangely: "Captain, what's the matter with you, with a weird look, this will be laughed at by Eva, she will get up at any time, and she has been asleep for a whole day."
"...Eva." The man covered his head with his hand, and felt an inexplicable tingling. He suddenly remembered that at a certain moment, a little girl with a golden ponytail was in the house. Sleeping in the other corner, no, not a corner, but a billiard table in the corner. She likes to lie on the green velvet snooker table with a thin quilt rolled up, and sleep for a day.
"Ah, bastard, I was awakened by the two of you." An anxious shout came, and the man turned his head and saw the girl sitting up from the billiard table with a velvet table blanket printed on her cheeks." Sheffield Institute of Sport in the United Kingdom’s “Snooker Major”. This table was obtained from an import and export business company. As the first mission of the Polish branch, the candidate was shot by a Brotherhood killer. She wore her chest and died in the warehouse of the dock. The blood flowing from her chest stained half of the table. Afterwards, Eva bought this table and put it in the bar, wiping it all day, as if mourning the innocent man who died on it. /
By the way, so to speak, this should be a bar,
When Eva jumped off the table and walked towards the bar, there were a lot of things in the originally empty room. A dim light hung on the ceiling. There were posters of semi-naked girls, neon signs, and specials on the wall. A small blackboard and dart board for wine, a few small round tables filled the rest of the room, the smell of alcohol and tobacco wafting in the air, and the radio was playing old Tom Wiitz songs,
The blonde girl jumped on the high stool and asked Guise for a glass of uniced apple martini. She drank the wine in her glass in one breath and chewed on the red apple cubes. Eva said vaguely: " Captain, have you seen those newcomers? It's not appropriate to say something, don't let them wait all the time. The headquarters is waiting for the dispatch order. Anyway, it's all gamma reduction, don't care too much."
The man froze for a moment: "Newcomer."
Several people appeared in the bar, standing sternly, clasping their hands,
"Bot, nicknamed the beard." The bearded man said, "I can do everything, whether I drive a car, repair firearms, electronic warfare, or use a sniper rifle."
"George." The pale-faced boy said, "I, I'm not afraid of death. No matter who I fight with, I will rush forward."
The blond man hesitated and said: "You... do you know who I am."
"You are the captain of the Polish branch of the ghost "Iron Mine", sir." Little White Face George replied loudly,