human ice maker

Chapter 913 The Dusty Mystery and the Break of the Dragon Soul ([-])

What is reality?

The reality is a butcher, holding a sharp butcher knife, slaughtering us one by one.Helpless, we can only become fish on the knife, unable to struggle, powerless to resist, only glaring at it with a ferocious smile, feeling the heart-piercing pain and despair.

then……

At its mercy, until despair is numb.Step by step into the pit it carefully dug for us, and finally completely buried.

If possible, Eleven would not be willing to go this far with Dragon Soul, but this realistic and cruel world didn't give him too many choices, or even he had no choice at all.

There is too little time left, and there are still many things to do, so I can only cut the mess quickly.

On a small road in the suburbs of Beijing, a convoy passed by at an even speed.

This path is just a gravel path barely enough for two cars to run side by side, and the forests on both sides of the road are lush.The path is not very easy to walk, the car is rolling over the stones, and the people sitting in the car are also swaying.Occasionally, when a car comes from the opposite side, everyone passes each other carefully, lest they will bump into each other if they are not paying attention.

The car caught in the middle of the convoy looked like a container car from the outside. The walls were sealed with thick metal plates. There were no windows on both sides. The only window was a small half-opened transom on the top.The transom is small and only half open, making escape from it impossible.

In the car, 11 was sitting in handcuffs with his head down and his face numb, not saying a word or moving.Sitting on the left and right sides of him were two Tiger Team masters, both of whom were very unfamiliar to him.But the ones sitting opposite him were Lu Yang and the drunkard.

The atmosphere in the car was a bit depressing, Lu Yang closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.But the drunkard is Lao Gao with a pouty mouth, looking at 11 with a look of resentment.

The tires crushed the pebbles on the road and swayed, but none of the five people sitting in the carriage swayed at all.

At this time, the drunkard took out a small jug out of nowhere as if by magic, and when he unscrewed the lid, a strong smell of wine immediately permeated the carriage.Everyone in the carriage looked at him, but no one spoke.The alcoholic didn't care about other people's gazes. He raised his head and took a gulp, wiped his mouth, and then glared at 11 angrily.

This bastard is no ordinary bastard, there is no more bastard than him in the world!
Although the drunkard and Lu Yang didn't know that 11's days were numbered, after all, there were only a handful of people who knew about it.But they are the ones who know 11 best, knowing that this guy will never be willing to let his hands down, he must have someone behind him.And the second hand, the drunkard and Lu Yang, both lived for nearly a hundred years. As the saying goes, one becomes refined with age, so one can guess to a certain extent.Since he won't be willing to tie his hands up, but obediently follow the tiger group, the result can be clearly and predictably, something will definitely happen on the way, I just hope this kid doesn't go too far.

"Alas!" Thinking of this, the drunkard couldn't help sighing heavily. The more he drank the wine in his hand, the less he liked it, but it was even worse if he didn't drink it.As if wanting to vent all his dissatisfaction on the wine, the drunkard raised his head and "gulu gulu" took a few big gulps, and drank all the wine in the jug, and now he could no longer worry about whether to drink or not.But when he raised his head again and saw the wooden face of 11 sitting opposite him, the alcoholic suddenly realized that what he just drank was not wine, but an unpalatable "taste".

The whole carriage was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, but no one said anything about the alcoholic, because at this moment, everyone felt a little uncomfortable.

At this moment, any language seems pale.The road was chosen by Eleven himself, and even Lu Yang couldn't do anything about it.

Silently sighed in his heart, although Lu Yang's face full of vicissitudes and wrinkles is still calm, but his heart is quite complicated.

Finally, it's come to this point...

The carriage became quiet again, and even the old drunkard, who was always talking nonsense, was now unbelievably quiet.Everyone has a heavy stone on their hearts, and they become stingy even to say a word.

The convoy continued to drive forward slowly, neither fast nor slow.

(End of this chapter)