Why it never ends

Chapter 176 Empathy
Whenever a huge steel beam pierces the front of the train, the terrifying noise will echo throughout the semi-enclosed station.

The sound waves crashing into Schmidt's ears always set him off in uncontrollable spasms.

He raised his left hand several times, raised it, and lowered it again, tears streaming down his cheeks, and he heard his throat whimpering unconsciously.

At this moment, Schmidt finally understood Rishi—it turned out that suicide is such a courageous thing.

He suddenly thought of the Wulian Sweet Shrimp he tasted a few hours ago. Its clear and sweet taste is nostalgic and fascinating;
He thought of his cloister full of paintings, those delicate or rough brushstrokes, or gloomy or brilliant colors...they are so beautiful and expensive, showing his extremely wealthy family background and unique artistic taste;

He thought of his children, how they came running towards him from a distance when he was young; he thought of the fresh tingling feeling when he was riding alone in the racecourse on a Sunday afternoon, the sun was so bright that he couldn't keep his eyes open... …

It turned out that his desire to live was so strong.

It turns out that just being alive is a great happiness.

"Not enough..." Schmidt shook his head with sobs, he buried his face in his left hand, "Not enough..."

New developments came from Avinash's earphones—his subordinates had captured enough footage, and it was time to retreat.

"Retreat first," Avinash said softly, "Take the equipment and go directly to Clier Farm to find Victoria, and see what the hell they are doing. Please answer if you receive it."

"understand!"

Avinash looked at the entire railway station. At this moment, there were no idlers in the station. The three mercury needles left from the exit on one side, and the assassin ignored them.

It sat on the chandelier in the middle of the station, swinging leisurely. Although Avinash couldn't see its face clearly, he could feel that its gaze was always looking at him.

"The others also retreat." Avinash whispered, "Go outside the station."

"Sir, you—"

"Please answer."

"……clear."

When the other mercury needles were withdrawing, a suspension beam on the right side of the station collapsed again, and one person lost his balance and fell from a height—but he immediately felt that someone caught him, raised his head, and met the assassin. mask.

Moments later, the assassin lowered him to the ground.

His whole face froze, and for a moment he still didn't understand what happened just now.

The assassin waved to him kindly, beckoning him to hurry up.

The man stood where he was, first looked at the assassin, and then at his companions in the distance, and then fled away as if flying after a few seconds, disappearing into the vast night.

There were only three people left in the entire train station.

The assassin turned his head slowly, looking at Avinash and Schmidt.

Avinash drew his gun and pointed it at the position of the assassin's eyes.

The assassin tilted his head and expressed his confusion with exaggerated body language.

Avinash felt a chill down his spine, and his rationality kept reminding him of the absurdity of the scene at this moment—he, a quicksilver needle who had been transferred to the coalition government, was now fighting alone against a deformer, or an enemy whose strength was close to that of a deformer .

He will choose to join the coalition government, which means that he doesn't care about the name of a hero, but he still has a bit of dignity as a person...

To drop Schmidt at a time like this without making the slightest effort is despicable.

So Avinash jumped up instantly, carried Schmidt and ran towards the other exit.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the assassin's stance relaxed, with a slightly hunched back.

This scene almost makes Avinash really feel that the person in front of him is a chelate. Like many chelates, he suddenly loses understanding of normal human behavior, so he will spend time doing some research on the scene in front of him during the battle. reasoning and thinking.

But this is absolutely impossible...

Suddenly, the Assassin arched his back—it bent down and made a run-up posture.

At this moment, Avinash's heartbeat almost stopped, although reason told him that this deformer has not injured a mercury needle so far, and even put a question mark on whether it is a chelate, but He still made the most correct choice——

Before Schmidt understood what happened, the world in front of him was turned upside down. Because of inertia, he rolled on the ground four or five times before stopping.

The concrete platform of Tanyi North Station was so cold, after a burst of dizziness and severe pain, Schmidt opened his eyes blankly.

A hand in a black leather glove was placed on his shoulder from behind.

"... Avinash?" Schmidt asked tremblingly.

The people behind did not answer.

Suddenly, Schmidt shuddered because he saw Avinash's figure in the dim emergency lights, and he clung to a protruding statue above the station exit and looked at himself.

Schmidt looked back in tears.

Looking from a distance, he hadn't realized how tall the assassin was. In the silence, he saw the assassin raising the steel bar in his hand—it was twisting the end of the steel bar into a hook.

In the hands of the assassin, this steel bar is as soft as a cane.

"Please..." Schmidt murmured, his old face showed a sad expression, "don't..."

The sound made Avinash feel heartbroken in the distance. He raised his gun again with lightning speed and shot Schmidt in the back of the head—but everything was as he expected, and the bullet was directly caught by the assassin. Between the fingers of the left hand, a wisp of green smoke rose.

The assassin raised his head and hurled it back hard.

Avinash's right arm was shot through in an instant, and he fell from the stone statue.In pain, Avinash felt that he had fulfilled all his due duties, and he immediately left this place that was about to turn into a hell on earth without looking back.

The other companions are waiting for him not far away at the moment.

Schmidt had no time to think about anything else. Since just now, his gaze has never left the assassin's face—or rather, this pitch-black mask.

The man who had taken over his life and death was now his god.Schmidt spoke a lot of inarticulate words tremblingly, and gently held the edge of the man's gray cloak with his remaining left hand.

"Are you afraid?" A woman whispered coldly from behind the mask.

"Please... please..."

"Someone probably asked you that too, do you remember?"

For a while, Schmidt was silent.

The assassin leaned down, and she patted the old man's withered face, "...now, you know what it feels like."

The bent steel bar caught Schmidt's neck, and she turned, pulling Schmidt deeper into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)