Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 124, Section 40: It's too late to say what I wanted to say.
Unbearable darkness.

It enveloped everything like a tide.

Hearing was blocked, vision was obstructed, and the immobile wrists and the cold chair back bound him.

Those lingering around sighed softly.

Why is this happening?

Loris felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if someone had stabbed her in the chest with a small knife, covered in shards of glass that were churning out fine blood. She had clearly seen him move his lips as if to say something, but it was all her fault for not noticing the situation around her, allowing those thugs to act so brazenly and successfully when no one was around and it was the most crucial moment.

Is he okay?

Why did that group of people arrest him?

Worry rose from the depths of her heart like bubbles floating in the sea, one after another. She had lost track of how long she had been lost in thought, and even her heartbeat felt weak and heavy.

Someone had come to remove the black bandages from her eyes to inquire, but she didn't see He Ye. All around her were abandoned, desolate buildings; in the cold, concrete structures, the hazy moonlight fell far off, unable to reach her feet.

She already knew what the group wanted: the deployment of National Security Bureau personnel on the streets. This information was public knowledge to the sergeant in the intelligence section; she knew which streets would have officers conducting checks, and even if she didn't know the approximate number, she had a general idea. This group was likely the instigator of this commotion. Were they spies or a domestic extremist organization?

Loris didn't know.

Suddenly, a flurry of footsteps approached.

"Remove her blindfold."

A deep, weathered voice gave the order, and Loris sensed someone approaching from behind. The person's fingers began to untie the knots, which quickly fell to the ground.

The scene before her left Lolis speechless.

Mark looked at the light blonde girl in front of him. Her eyes held fear because she saw the person he was pointing his gun at. But she still pretended to be defiant, staring intently at Mark as if she wanted to devour him. Her eyes suddenly reddened, and she looked so moved.

What did you do to him?

'I won't say anything unless you let him go.'

Why didn't I see him?

When she removed her blindfold earlier, her question made everyone aware of her feelings for He Ye.

Mark remembered a young girl in the organization a long time ago. She had only recently joined, and Mark was one of the instructors at the base, responsible for training the spies' willpower so that they wouldn't reveal anything under torture, or rather, they could endure several hours of interrogation, which would give others time to escape.

Torture is always painful and severe, and in informed simulations, it feels more like abuse than training.

That little girl was amazing; the longest she could endure being dripped with water on her back and neck and being confined was five days. It wasn't that she couldn't hold on, but Mark couldn't bear to see it continue like this, as it would lead to someone's death. So he released her, allowing her to pass the first part of the test of willpower.

But there is a second part.

This assessment was conducted without prior notice. She was suddenly taken away and locked in a solitary confinement room, along with one of her partners.

Mark thought she would be as resolute as before, but to his surprise, she couldn't last ten minutes this time.

She panicked when the gun was pointed at her partner, asking all sorts of questions and just begging not to be shot. It turns out that emotions are such a heavy and sorrowful thing, for which one can be willing to give up everything.

That's why everyone keeps emphasizing not to develop feelings, so even if they live together, no strange emotions will sprout. But every year, there are always a few people who break the shackles.

"This is the safest plan. Since we can't use force, we can only use psychological torture. You need to pretend to be a victim in the same situation, and we will pretend to torture you to obtain information."

'And then what?'

'Will they let her go later?'

"...This isn't safe. She's seen all of our faces, and once she leaves, the news will definitely reach the National Security Bureau. This outpost will have to be abandoned."

'...'

'I understand, we will do that.'

Her thoughts suddenly returned to the vast and desolate abandoned building. He Ye felt a little sad, but this was the only best option at the moment.

Actually, they were never on the same path from the beginning. He Ye was just recalling what had happened in the past two months. He didn't know when the other person had fallen for him. When they first met, they were like cats and dogs, bickering and fighting all the time. So how did he end up falling for him?
There are too many questions to ask.

The sound of a gun being cocked rang in my ears.

"boom!"

The shot hit the ceiling, sending dust flying. Loris felt her heart stop and her pupils contract, but no one was hurt, and no blood splattered on the floor.

Lawrence truly lived up to his reputation as the most ruthless assassin, appearing far more professional than the others. He kicked He Ye, sending her flying several meters to the ground, the pain causing her to wince in pain. But he was merely following orders to act; only by being serious could he prevent her from seeing through his act. Otherwise, if a policewoman were captured and then released unharmed, she would only feel bewildered upon reflection.

Lawrence then carried He Ye to the edge of the abandoned building, about thirty meters away from her.

Below this is river water.

The dark blue river flows swiftly.

"no, do not want!"

"We can spare his life, but you must answer our questions truthfully."

"..."

"Your name and affiliation?"

"..." Loris's lips trembled as she spoke, tears unknowingly sliding down her cheeks.

Mark watched sadly from the sidelines.

William didn't speak, just held a thin lady's cigarette in his mouth, his face stern like a fierce and ruthless assassin, but in reality he didn't even have the strength to hold a knife. The cigarette was really boring, as bland as water.

But these are the women's cigarettes that Monica likes.

Monica wrote down what she said, and then asked about the places on the map without showing any expression.

Sidora stood in the darkness, her brows furrowed slightly, but she said nothing.

There are only these people here.

slowly.

Loris stopped talking and remained silent.

Monica was puzzled and glanced back at Lawrence. Lawrence, standing by the abandoned building, seemed to understand her meaning at a single glance.

He Ye rolled onto the ground again, baring his teeth and grimacing. Mom thought to herself, "Is this guy taking revenge?"

Lawrence approached again, expressionless, and grabbed He Ye by the collar.

"Does it hurt? I'm sorry if it does."

Lawrence spoke softly, his cold words making him look like a sadist. He Ye thought to himself, "You try it and see if it hurts." He rolled on the ground several meters away, how could it not hurt?
This action seemed so comical between the two of them, but for the unsuspecting Lolis, her heart ached again and she bit her lip.

"Let him go..."

Monica didn't hear her clearly: "What did you say?"

“Let him go.” Loris paused for a moment and took a deep breath. “I’ll continue talking, otherwise I won’t confess.”

Monica understood that even at this point, she was still worried about He Ye, perhaps worried that after they confessed everything, the vicious killers here would kill them both.

Since that's the case, it's better to save one person and leave; this naive thought is the only hope at present.

“He’s just an ordinary person,” Loris said again, her voice trembling.

He Ye, dressed casually, accompanied her. Judging from that statement alone, there seemed to be no problem, and she was still trying to excuse herself. This left Monica somewhat helpless, thinking how well she hid it. Why did she like him so deeply? One was a policewoman, the other a retired spy; the protagonists of "Grelly City Love Story" were clearly not a good match for the two of them.

Monica glanced at Mark, who was already rubbing his hands together, ready to lay his cards on the table. She really couldn't stand it, could she?

But if we were to confront them directly, it would cause even more trouble.

Mark waved to Monica, who understood and turned around.

Lawrence received the signal and threw another punch.

"Cough..." He Ye wanted to curse.

Monica didn't actually mean that. She was already telling William to loosen the ropes. The dejected man, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, shakily loosened the ropes from the chair, leaving a thin rope still binding his wrists.

The rope was handed to Monica as if she were escorting a prisoner.

Lorice didn't move or try to shout, because the environment of the abandoned building already said it all, and these were all their people, with several pistols gleaming on their waists. She had already figured from the questioning that these people were spies trying to escape.

Monica pushed her forward.

Until she came to He Ye's side.

He Ye wasn't exactly covered in wounds, but he looked a bit disheveled. His black overcoat had rolled around on the ground a few times and was covered in dust, with the top button of his inner lining popped open.

Lawrence didn't quite understand what was happening.

Monica simply told him to shut up and not speak, since she wanted He Ye to leave, and in reality, she was the only one who could let him go.

He saw Lolis out of the corner of his eye. He wanted to turn around, but what expression should he make? After thinking it over, he could only slowly smile, thinking that she didn't need to worry about him.

But her smile only made her heart ache more.

“Can you tell me now?” Monica asked softly, using her dagger to cut the rope binding He Ye’s wrist. “After you finish speaking, I’ll kick him straight into the river from here. He’ll drift away with the current. Don’t worry about us shooting. If he dives to the surface, even our snipers here aren’t confident in their accuracy.” Loris murmured softly, “Mm.”

He Ye listened from the side, while Monica took notes.

Lawrence slowly stepped back against the load-bearing wall, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes to rest.

William and Mark lagged behind, quietly watching the scene unfold before them. The hazy moonlight bathed them in the darkness as they chatted in hushed tones.

William said, "Are we really going to let that policewoman go? There could be endless trouble later. Wouldn't we all be in great danger?"

Mark said, "Then what do we do? Can you shoot?"

William asked, "What would happen if I fired?"

Mark said, "Nothing much, it's just that Leon will never forget you. It's a tricky problem, isn't it? It would have been better if we had kidnapped a different officer, but we just happened to kidnap her, and both of us. Do you believe in fate?"

“What fate?” William scratched his head, looking dejected. “Captain Duncan wasn’t lying when he said you were like a charlatan.”

“Fate is fate.” Mark said with great enthusiasm, like an opera critic. “Some things are destined and there’s no way to escape them. Just like you don’t know whether you’ll like breasts or chubby thighs when you grow up. Can you say that you like them entirely by your own will? Is it possible that you saw beautiful long legs one afternoon and it left a good impression on you, so you came to like long legs, but you don’t remember it and think it’s just your own preference? But maybe fate arranged for you to see beautiful long legs that afternoon.”

William remained silent for a long time before giving a thumbs-up, a hint of bitterness in his expression.

"Could you find a better analogy? Although I understand it, it's really just empty talk."

Mark took a deep breath and said quietly, "So you can't say whether these things are right or wrong; we might only see the answer later."

The two people were chatting while the people in front of them were also chatting.

While they were chatting earlier, Lawrence listened with his eyes closed and arms crossed.

And there were people listening to Mark and William's conversation afterwards.

Sidora asked incredulously, inserting herself into this absurd yet somewhat melancholic conversation:
"Are you going to let that policewoman go?"

She wasn't there, so she didn't hear the whole process of discussing the plan. She had been here watching over Lorice the whole time. If she had known, she would have strongly objected. This was a police officer; how could she let her go unharmed after handing over information?
William turned around awkwardly: "What's wrong?"

Sidora, enraged, shouted, "Foolish!"

Mark didn't say anything, but awkwardly turned around. He knew there would be objections, which was normal, after all, they were spies.

But ah...

……

"Are you sure all the information here is true?" Monica asked seriously, although she was certain that more than 90% of it was true, because it corresponded to the currently known information and Mark's internal intelligence report.

But the questions that need to be asked should still be asked.

“Mmm,” Loris said softly.

Monica remained silent for a moment before stepping back.
Lawrence walked away silently upon seeing this.

This is part of the plan; she needs to be able to leave under the guise of causing a disturbance, otherwise it would be too incongruous for her to leave so easily and casually.

Their ankles were still bound, so even if they jumped, they would have no way to survive—Monica and Lawrence left to confirm information, and she had revealed this information to her as she left.

There are only two people here now.

Even if there are people arguing behind you.

“Um, Loris…” He Ye said softly, “Thank you.”

Loris turned her head to look and saw that He Ye had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were so dull and lifeless, as if he was feeling guilty.

Loris's nose tingled: "Does it hurt?"

He Ye remained silent, pursed her lips, and simply said:
"It's ok."

"But your mouth is bleeding."

The lifelike performance was thanks to Lawrence's relentless punches; he truly seemed to be settling a personal grudge. Ke Heye, however, merely wiped the corner of her mouth casually, unsure where to begin or how to comfort her falling tears.

Perhaps I shouldn't have said so much.

He Ye said softly, "I have a dagger hidden on me. Those people didn't search me because they thought I was an ordinary person. I'll cut your rope later, and we'll... You can just jump down from here later."

Lorice hadn't considered this possibility. She took a deep breath and bit her lip: "Don't take the risk."

He Ye shook his head. He didn't want to say anything hypocritical like "I'll let you go." He just waited for the pre-arranged commotion.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

The sudden shout made He Ye wonder why it was Mark's voice; there was no doubt that it was a commotion!
He quickly pulled out a dagger from his body, hopped over and stood behind Loris like a penguin, the sharp blade in his hand swiftly cutting through the ropes, the thick hemp rope lying on the ground.
Loris was stunned, but He Ye behind her said seriously, "The opportunity has come. They are fighting amongst themselves, probably arguing about how to escape!"

The rope on his wrist was quickly cut, followed by the ankle of his crouching figure; all these actions were completed in the blink of an eye.

The commotion behind them grew even more violent.

He Ye didn't have time to turn around. He just looked at Lolis, whose eyes were still filled with tears. This should be the last time they saw each other in this life. They might never have the chance to meet again.

She is so beautiful, charming and lovely.

The hair is fine and delicate.

What should I say as farewell words?

He Ye hesitated for a brief two seconds before their eyes met, but he quickly realized what was happening. He remembered the girl's face, held high under the orange streetlight, proud yet with an almost imperceptible timidity.

Do you like me?

This question seems to have remained unanswered for a long time.

"Leon! Get out of the way!"

But a shout suddenly came from behind and drew his attention. He had no choice but to turn around and saw Sidora raising her pistol—she was fiercely pointing the gun at him, or rather, at Loris behind him.

Mark fell to the ground, having tried to stop them; William was surprised that the cigarette in his mouth had gone out; Monica and Lawrence stood at the farthest point, not yet having caused the expected commotion, and simply watched the scene in bewilderment.

Sidora's angle was good enough to hit Loris; she wasn't standing directly behind her, but rather running forward to the side.

The muzzle was so black.

The trigger was slowly pulled.

It's like a slowed-down motion.

He Ye had already turned around, with only one thought in his mind: he knew that Lolis had been staring blankly at him without time to dodge or even notice.

"boom!"

Bullets whizzed through the air and hurtled towards them!

There was no time to speak, only to push away! Fortunately, the ropes had already been untied! — The body crashed heavily and fell out of the building, towards the river... falling like a feather, time stretched out so long.

Loris's pupils contracted sharply.

She saw blood splattering out.

Why...why is this happening?
Why was it myself who ran away?
Chaos and bewilderment overwhelmed me, but then the real tide came crashing down, so dark and so cold, like falling into the deepest abyss, leaving only an empty hand reaching out to grab something.

The deep, icy blue river submerged her.

He Ye staggered forward and rolled on the ground. Chaotic shouts rose behind him. Sidora clicked her tongue in regret, but Mark rushed up, snatched her gun, and yelled.

He Ye felt that her staggering posture was actually quite good, and now she could just peek out and see what was below, but her shoulder was a little sore.

Ripples spread across the river's surface.

Lorice could swim, but she felt completely powerless. The girl surfaced from the suffocating water, trying to speak, but water choked her nose, leaving only violent coughing.

The water flows slowly eastward.

When He Ye saw the figure with light blond hair that was soaked through, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt the inexplicable oppressive emotions disappear.

This might be the last chance. He Ye was ready to open his mouth and utter those words with difficulty, but then he slowly stopped, becoming helpless, realizing that there was no need to answer that question at this moment.

"Forget about me."

He Ye spoke softly, seemingly regardless of whether she could hear him or not.

Loris could no longer tell whether the liquid sliding down her face was water or tears. She saw He Ye speak but couldn't hear his voice. Suddenly, she realized that it was some kind of farewell speech, because he hadn't jumped down but was being pulled away by the group of spies above, which already represented some kind of ending.

This moment felt like an unbearable pain, like being unable to breathe.

So cold, so unforgettable.

The rushing river once again submerged the girl's figure. Her outstretched hand gripped the flowing water tightly, but the river kept flowing away like sand, and she could grasp nothing. Her eyes were filled with regret and remorse. The bubbles floating upwards symbolized the passing of life, and the bubbles inside seemed to show glimpses of the past.

An unspeakable silence, a silence that drives one mad, only the surging tide remains.

"Goodbye," he said.

(End of this chapter)