The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 177: Distant Enemy (Part 1)

"You misfired your pistol just now. I didn't see you pulling the sleeve to eject the bullet, nor did I see any complete bullet on the ground. In other words, your pistol cannot be fired now." Gu Tie stepped forward and said,

"Then why didn't you shoot me to death." Zhuoligetu said nonchalantly,

"Because your left hand is holding the poor worm's kidney." Gu Tie took a step forward, "If your gun can fire, why not shoot me to death."

"Then it was chopped into pieces by your buddies." The Mongolian pulled the hammer of the Type 54 pistol with his thumb. /

Gu Tie turned around and shouted at Ewa: "I said, go away, this is an order."

Little Lolita shouted back with a stern face: "I refuse to execute your order. You are joking with your life."

"I can save him." The Chinese pointed to George, who was unconscious, the white face, "You are joking about George's life."

"Sacrifice is noble. Since the day when I joined the ghost, we have always been prepared for this." Eva stubbornly stalked her neck, protecting her petite body in front of Gu Tie, her gaze swept away There is a faint sadness in the eyes of George and Guise, who lived and died unknown,

Gu Tie looked around at everyone, Bot and the clown also surrounded him, the Chinese shook his head and sighed: "You guys..."

Before speaking, he knocked down Little Lolita with a palm, and squeezed out the miniature submachine gun in Hubert's hand with his palm around him like a gust of wind, "Bang." The beard rose from the ground and flew out, thumped and fell. The heavy blow of the solar plexus made him too late to express his surprise and anger, so he fainted neatly, "Why do you want to stop me too." The clown on the spot, Gu Tie asked in a deep voice,

"Actually, I quite agree with your choice." Terry spread his hands and started to back away slowly,

"Ah, that's good." Zhuo Ligetu squinted his eyes with admiration, "This way we have an equal basis for conversation."

"Your acting skills impressed me deeply." Gu Tie continued to approach the enemy,

The Mongolian seemed a little ashamed: "That's not acting. The questions you ask me are true. I just avoid bad associations."

"Zhuoligetu, a 42-year-old tramp, a graduate student in the Department of Biology of Mongolian National University, and a member of the Brotherhood of Red Owl, it’s really impressive to put so much real information together." The Chinese applauded.

"I am an observer of the Lord of the Flies." The tramp said frankly, "One of the many observers, besides, please don't approach me anymore. My fingers are already very tired. Maybe I can't help this anymore. This brother has stopped bleeding..."

Gu Tie still approached at an unhurried pace, "What is the duty of an observer? I guess shooting and killing people is not within your scope of work, right."

Zoligetu became vigilant: "Stop, observers can increase the entropy of the suspicious person, but they have no right to directly interfere with the operation of the "prophet". You guessed it, I can't kill you, but I can interrupt Your legs."

The corners of the Chinese mouth turned up, revealing an evil smile: "I said that your gun can't fire. Since you didn't use your teeth to open the sleeve, I guess there is no bullet in the magazine. , Right, here, look, Xiao Bailian's assault rifle is not far away, go pick it up."

The nonchalant look on the Mongolian's face finally changed, "Stop, go one step further, and I will squeeze this guy's kidneys."

Gu Tie sighed lightly and said: "Have you not realized where you are wrong, Zhuoligetu, you think more Mongolian soldiers will arrive if you delay for a few minutes, but in fact the most experienced It’s the hostage in your hand that can’t afford to procrastinate, it’s useless, Mongolian, George is dead."

"What a joke." The Brotherhood observer shouted, "My fingers can still feel the pulsation of his arteries."

"That's just an illusion. Look at his face, look at his eyes, his lips. He is dead, completely dead. Observe like a graduate student in the Department of Biology. You have nothing to threaten me. It’s something, buddy.” Gu Tie's feet gradually speeded up, and the smile on his face grew stronger.

The Mongol’s eyes moved to George’s face, bloodless cheeks, bruised lips, and dilated pupils. All the signs were consistent with the characteristics of a **** death. He began to shake visibly, his eyes wandering around. Finally solidified on the sig556 assault rifle two meters away,

"One more point, you don’t know who I am, I don’t know if I’m the person Belu Saibab is looking for, I don’t know if your **** "Prophet" is interested in me, but you can kill Die me, Mr. Observer, you are eager to kill me, otherwise you will not use that antique pistol to fire on me continuously. Now that you have lost your chips, what are you using to play this stud game with me." Gu Tie began to laugh. , Running in stride,

Zuo Ligetu finally took out his blood-stained left hand with a "poof", threw down the Type 54 pistol and rushed towards the assault rifle not far away. As soon as he left George’s body, Gu Tiejian sprinted three meters away. I shortened the distance between the two to ten meters, "Whoosh." The Chinese drew a dagger from his waist and threw it out. The flash-like flying blade pierced the Mongolian's palm with a sound of "pouch," and nailed the tramp. Blood on the muddy ground,

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) He took out an adrenaline in his pocket, tore the package, and penetrated the clothes directly into the heart of the little white face. Three seconds later, the dying man let out a long sigh, and there was a sickly flush on his face. Hormones would speed him up. The speed of bleeding, but it can temporarily rescue him from the dangerous hemorrhagic shock. Gu Tie doesn’t need to look back. The footsteps behind him tell him that Eva, Bot, and the clown are coming quickly. Since there are inside the coat like a beard warehouse Adrenaline, there must be a first aid kit or even emergency plasma,

The Mongols suddenly gritted their teeth, pulled out the dagger, and crawled towards the rifle with both hands on the ground. Gu Tie's figure appeared behind him and said coldly: "The last point, your leg was injured. Otherwise, I should have escaped long ago. I guess it was the Mongolian soldier’s stray bullet that injured you. Your judgment has flowed away with the blood. You can’t even tell that I am arranging actions with my friends in sign language. You think the time is yours. Friend, but you are wrong. Time is your worst enemy."

The black and thin tramp was wriggling weirdly on the ground, and there was a bleeding bullet hole in his knee joint. Before his fingertips touched the handle of the gun, Gu Tie squirmed his hips and gave a low kick. In the middle of Zhuoligetu’s lower abdomen, the Mongol, weighing less than 100 pounds, flew up and hit the wall with a plop.

Behind him, Bot had already started first aid on George. After Eva confirmed that the situation was under control, she turned to rescue Guise. Zhuoligetu leaned against the wall and panted violently, with blood flowing from his mouth and nose: "The Mongolian Army It will come soon, you can't escape, you can't escape..."

"Actually, I'm very curious." Gu Tie squatted down and stared into the eyes of the tramp, "How can a graduate student in the Department of Biology fail to see the difference between hemorrhagic shock and death."

"I’m not a doctor, you idiot... My research project is the study of the biochemical characteristics of the brain in vitro. In the most glorious days, my project team in Japan has 300 researchers and thousands of experimental subjects. Until, until..." Zhuoligetu spouted a mouthful of blood, with a weird smile on the corner of his mouth,

"Japan." Gu Tie frowned,

"Until someone walked into the laboratory and told me that everything I did was meaningless, and the plan was completely rejected, ha ha, I still remember the look on the Japanese man’s face... ha ha... "The Mongol’s pupils began to diminish, and his poor health made him unable to withstand a lot of blood loss. The life of this middle-aged man is gradually passing away,

The Chinese became nervous. He pinched the opponent’s chin with one hand to prevent the brotherhood members from biting the poison capsule and committing suicide. With the other hand, he took out another stick of adrenaline from his pocket and slammed it into the heart of the Mongolian. : "Don't die first, clarify things about the Japanese, hello, hold on."

Stimulated by hormones, Zhuoligetu suddenly raised his head and yelled: "Hurrah, the first world... The goal is completely different... All dissidents will be exiled... I am willing to give my whole life in exchange for it. A chance to witness a miracle in that mysterious garden. That place is the highest miracle in life sciences in the world, the billions of rays of beautiful brain nerves... In the first world, they are the happiest and happiest people... "

Gu Tie couldn’t understand his dying babble at all, and shook the other’s shoulders with both hands, “Tell me what the Japanese are doing, what’s the matter with the women in the operation cabin, Azwei...you Do you know where a woman named Aqiwei is."

"The second world, it was a shorter-lived project. The technical results were applied by Asmontis, but the service only lasted for a few months. Hehe, hehe, they thought that finding the truth was not a failure. Explore..." Dark brown blood clots appeared at the corners of Zhuoligetu's mouth. Obviously, the organs were damaged. The Chinese were holding their hair regretfully. Who would have thought that this fraternity member was so weak that he could even kick his feet. I can’t bear it, "...The Lord of the Flies saved me, I...I like this kind of life... You will all die, everyone will die... It’s just a matter of time..." The red tide on his face faded, and the Mongols burned. After exhausting the last minute of life, the slender neck can no longer support the weight of the head, and the voice is gradually faint like a candle in the wind,