Longmen Memoirs

"You don't understand."

"Yeah, I don't understand." Franka nodded: "Because if it were me, I might not be able to make this choice of yours, so I can't understand the truth that even a kid understands. If the cake is gone, it is gone. Unless you buy another one, why do you still pretend not to understand?"

Chapter 37 Liar

[They use their emotions to build high walls, and use your guilt and debt to imprison you for your whole life, preventing you from being able to escape. 】

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Chen Mo suddenly stopped.

Franka turned around and reached out to brush down the wind-blown hair.

Chen Mo thought of the first one [=

"What's wrong?" Franka asked pretending to be strange.

"It seems that Brother Si has really found a good lobbyist."

Chen Mo sighed silently in his heart. He should have thought that Franka's appearance must not be a coincidence.

Franka's movements were visibly paused.

"Ah, I was seen through." She said softly in surprise, without denying: "Unfortunately, you guessed a little wrong. I am not the lobbyist that guy hired. He did leak and tell me some things, but he decided It’s up to me whether I want to come or not.”

"Because of what?"

Chen Mo put his hands into the bag of his coat and took steps again. He passed Franka, and Franka turned around on her tiptoes to follow his back.

She hasn't experienced too much now, so she is no longer as calm and calm as she was in the future, or she is used to the partings, dilemmas and despair of the mercenary life, as well as the meager hope that follows her in her helplessness.

She is still young, and although she is smart and alert, she is also immature.

She has wonderful enjoyment in her life, as well as her own imaginary expectations for the future, and she is light and easy to not be pulled by the world and the past.

"There are many reasons..." She raised her head and thought for a while, looking at Chen Mo: "We are friends, instructor. As a friend, it is normal for me to be concerned about your sudden actions. Of course... there are Just a little curious."

She stretched out her right hand and made a very short distance with her index finger and thumb, which was reflected in Chen Mo's black eyes.

"I don't think you will expect to stay in the hopeless past of Longmen. I can see that you are not the kind of person who will be held back by the past. To put it bluntly, it is called cold-blooded." She said: "Yesterday I saw By the time you're sitting alone outside the headquarters, you've already made a decision in your mind."

"You're really curious, Franka." Chen Mo glanced sideways at her and took out a cigarette: "Don't you know that it's best not to ask around for secrets that others don't want to tell? It's very dangerous."

"The instructor wants to kill people and silence them."

Franka moved a little closer, but she wasn't worried at all.

"To deal with you?" Chen Mo pushed her head away with a cold face. "There's no need to go to such trouble. If you tie ten of them together, you're no match for me."

"Whether you are an opponent or not, instructor, it doesn't matter if you say it yourself." Franka raised the corners of her mouth frivolously.

Chen Mo raised his eyebrows and blew out a puff of smoke.

"How about giving it a try?" he asked tentatively.

"Pick a place." Franka responded with excitement: "It just so happens that I haven't practiced with the instructor for a long time. The loser must agree to the other party's request."

"interesting."

Franka blinked, raised her index finger, and emphasized: "Say yes first, it's any request."

"You didn't bring a weapon, did you? That stabbing sword of yours." Chen Mo asked.

"Didn't the instructor bring your knife too?" Franka asked.

"Then empty-handed?"

"No problem, those who lose should not regret it."

"I have no reason to regret something I've already won."

Ten minutes later, the river flowed calmly under the bridge embankment of the artificial river bank. The wind on the riverside blew up the messy short grass. The iron mesh on the embankment was opened, and the outline of the city's tall buildings was clearly visible in the distance.

There are few people here.

"I didn't expect that even though I was about to leave, you still kept me going so nonstop."

Chen Mo looked at Wolper, who was standing a few meters away from him, staring at him with his warlike eyes. To be honest, he regretted it a little.

"It's too late to regret now, isn't it?"

Wolper replied and rushed up before Chen Mo could continue to respond.

"be careful."

Obviously black steel fighting skills, or there is no intention to hold back at all.

"You are so cruel."

Chen Mo turned his head to avoid the fist that hit his face. Franka's knee followed closely and was aimed at Chen Mo's abdomen. He had to raise his hand to block the opponent's knee.

Action brings grass shavings.

"I don't dare to hold back against you." Franka's voice rang in her ears, and her clenched fists were attacked again.

This fox's fighting nerves are incredibly sharp.

The wind of the fist picked up Chen Mo's black hair and flew past the side of his face. Chen Mo's other hand suddenly caught Franka's wrist midway, and then threw it over the shoulder neatly and without mercy.

The imagined back fall did not occur.

Franka deftly transferred this power to Chen Mo's back.

"Don't look down on people, instructor." She said, hitting Chen Mo's side with a fierce whip from behind. Her long legs wrapped in black stockings had perfect curves, even though her right hand was still being held by Chen Mo.

"I told you to be careful. I won't be responsible for being rushed to the hospital."

"is it?"

Chen Mo responded softly.

He did not dodge Franka's whip leg, but forcefully pulled back the hand holding Franka, and hit her back with the elbow of his other hand.

The excessive force made Franka's center unstable, and the elbow that struck in front of her showed no intention of stopping.

Unsurprisingly, this hit on the body should be painful.

Black Steel's fighting skills are very complex. It includes grappling and counter-grabbing techniques that have been promoted among the military and mercenaries in recent years, as well as Colombian boxing and some fighting techniques unique to other countries.

After all, they are a group of mercenaries from all over the world.

The corners of Franka's mouth raised slightly, and the whip leg did not stop, but Chen Mo suddenly let go of the palm holding Franka's wrist.

"With this style of play, no wonder no one wants to be your opponent." Chen Mo said, and his released palm moved down to block Franka's whipping leg.

Franka took advantage of the situation and jumped back, putting some distance between herself and Chen Mo.

"I heard that no one was willing to be your opponent before, instructor." Her voice sounded from behind.

"Then they must have told you the reason." Chen Mo did not turn around. He walked forward and picked up the coat that was placed aside. "That's it. You've really grown a lot, Franka."

"So you admit defeat?"

"I shouldn't have promised you." Chen Mo said helplessly. He turned around and looked at Franka's dress and leather shoes, and waved his hand: "I give up, I give up, but I made a promise in advance that I would like to treat you. "

What he said was extremely serious, and there was no way he could not be serious about it.

"Are you really that poor?" Franka straightened her messed up clothes and long hair, and walked towards Chen Mo.

If someone appeared here, with their appearance at the moment, it would probably remind people of something not very good. After all, this is Colombia, which advocates freedom. If it were replaced by a hotel, it would probably be more appropriate.

"You could be more certain."

Chen Mo thought of the several neat half-IOUs in his wallet. He glanced at Franka, but after all he couldn't say those three words.

He didn't think Franka, who had just joined Black Steel not long ago, would be that rich. Seria would be better off. As an executive at Rheinland Life, she had a lot of savings, although it was a bit shameful to borrow money from her own employees.

[IOU: Today, Chen Mo borrowed money from so-and-so, and this is provided as evidence. 】

In the years since he arrived in Colombia, one of the things he is best at besides writing reports is issuing IOUs. It can be said that practice makes perfect.

"Tell me your terms." Chen Mo flicked his wrist.

Franka was about to speak.

Franka's disgusted eyes flashed away, and Chen Mo didn't feel the slightest bit ashamed, even when facing a girl.

"Didn't you borrow a lot of money from little Jessica?" She asked doubtfully, even her tone was like yours, distancing herself from you.

"What are you doing?" Chen Mo looked at her in surprise: "...It's Sfeldt again?!"

"No, you become sneaky every time after little Jessica comes. So, why are you so greedy for money but acting so poor?"

"Is this a condition?" Chen Mo asked.

"Of course not..." Franka shook her head.

"Then I can't say it." Chen Mo closed his mouth.

"Is it related to leaving Black Steel?" Franka asked suspiciously: "I need money and I'm in a hurry to leave. If you want to run away, there's no need. Little Jessica shouldn't pull you to get you. Even though Foxtail will do this to pay back the money, she usually just talks about it, so..."

"so?"

She poked Chen Mo with her finger and narrowed her eyes.

"You really want to run away, well, you will have to pay a lot of liquidated damages in the contract."

Chen Mo raised his hand and looked at the pair of pointed fox ears. In the end, he failed to knock them down and made a certain action that he was accustomed to in the past.

"That's enough of this pretense, Franka, don't think of yourself as a fool."

He put his hands away and put on his coat.

"Let me tell you, the reason why I want to leave." He said, and the expression on Franka's face slowly became calm.

"Actually, I don't have to know."

"I just think I look a little strange, and I feel bad about it."

Chen Mo lowered his gaze. Franka didn't answer. He slowly smiled.

"The reason for leaving is simple, because I am an infected person. You know the situation of infected people in Colombia. You also guessed that the incident of Rhine Life may be related to me."

Franka looked at Chen Mo in disbelief, watching him calmly say the word "infected".

"Scared?"

"Ha, just for this reason." Franka pursed her thin lips. She really didn't expect this to be the reason.

"Really..."

She couldn't say the remaining words, maybe she hadn't thought about it, maybe she didn't know how to describe it, but there was no trace of rejection on her face.

"You know very well how Black Steel treats infected operators and how they deal with infected people. Yes, no matter how harmonious the internal performance is, Black Steel is still a security company, and of course it will care about the treatment of infected operators." Chen Mo took back his hand: "This result is already very good for me."

This was something he and Sfeldt had agreed upon, to transfer the identity of the infected person to Kazdel to make up for the missing file history, and the incident of Rhine Life just became a logical opportunity for him to leave Black Steel.

He no longer needs the identity of a black steel operator.

"There is no need to sympathize or find it ridiculous."

"You always act very mature, too smart, and don't care. With your personality, you are not suitable to be a mercenary, because you are destined to be dragged down by your teammates, or one day, you will become a drag on your teammates, such as Razer." Chen Mo said : "Once you know more about someone and the more you come into contact with them, you will become less and less able to let them go. Even if you don't say it in your heart, you will still care about them."

"But as for the mercenaries, the fate of the mercenaries is unclear. Franka, hope and despair may be in vain in the end. Although it seems very free and unrestrained, in fact, you have to learn to give up, give up and then accept, you will I lost a lot, until one day I even lost my own life. In this world, it is not easy for everyone to live. If you are willing to be ordinary, you can only drift with the flow of natural disasters and the secular world. If you are not willing to be ordinary, you may die at any time. People say that this is out of control. , it’s true that I can’t help myself.”

He put his hand into his bag and looked at the girl standing in front of him.

"Sometimes, a person's path is chosen by himself, but he cannot decide how to go. I joined Black Steel International when I was 15 years old. In my subsequent life, in addition to training, I also had various practical internships. When I was 17 years old, , set foot on the battlefield for the first time, in the conflict area between Bolivar and Colombia, the retreating soldiers passed by us, and you didn’t know their eyes were numb, cold, lifeless but with a glimmer of hope.”

"The peaceful life left me, but the career I imagined as a mercenary never came. Mission after mission, teammates changed one batch after another. Some people died, and some survived. Every time I survived, I lay there. Even in the hospital bed in the infirmary, I would think that it would be my turn next."

He looked at Franka, chuckled, and looked at the city in the distance.

"So... Franka, what I encountered, you may also encounter in the future. Become friends with people and watch them die without help, because this is the life of a mercenary." He said: "Farewell, side by side, death , Survive, don’t look at Sfeldt’s unserious look, in fact, he knows better than anyone else, he knows that one day, we may say goodbye to each other, stand in front of each other’s graves, and call each other a fool.”

If you don’t come into contact or get to know each other, you don’t have to feel guilty or regretful.

Chen Mo paused in his words.

"Maybe, in fact, you won't encounter what I said. Maybe you can adapt to, overcome, understand, and accept what I say. But I tell you this, I just hope that when you encounter it in the future, It can make a difference, you are strong, Franka, but there is a limit to a person’s strength, and when it collapses, you have to make some choices.”