Abyss Express

Foreword:

I don't care about death as long as someone can pick up my gun and keep fighting.

——Che Guevara

"Mr. Luca, what are you studying?" the secretary asked curiously.

Luca held up two documents, leaned against the window, and responded with a relaxed and comfortable expression: "Yes. A very interesting collective hallucination phenomenon."

Outside the window of the hunting group meeting place office, heavy snow fell on the simple and solemn statue of the Gunslinger. Who would have thought that half a month ago, the devil would build a magic pool in the ancient ruins of this sacred meeting place.

After Luca ordered his people to clean up the mess, he began to investigate the origin of Zhang Congfeng. This old warrior was a famous general who fought against the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult before the expedition era. What St. Josh did in the town was because of what he did. With anxiety in his eyes, this magic that specializes in the soul cannot solve the source of its troubles even with weapons.

He is no longer young, and his golden, thick hair has gradually become pale and sparse. When he wakes up in the cold winter morning, he can feel his vitality draining away bit by bit. All his energy was used to take care of the younger generations of the hunting group, and the remaining brain power was consumed for pioneering tasks. His muscles were no longer as reliable as they were in his prime, and he could only rely on his rich experience to survive in the wilderness.

At this moment, such a magical psyker came to Saladin's town - maybe not even a psyker.

Zhang Congfeng never showed any psychic qualities from beginning to end. The priest seemed to have used some "local methods" to repel the devil St. Josh Joris by simply relying on preaching and exorcism?

Luca never believes in coincidences. Luck is a very precious thing in the underground world——

——Extremely delicate destiny allows gears to be smoothly coupled, events to be linked one after another, and finally an unexpected result is achieved. This is something that only Ao Mingde’s divine power can do.

The vast majority of people's lives are spent in inaction, in a daze, and are influenced by huge external forces. They may even only be able to revolve around hundreds of thousands or millions of currencies throughout their lives.

Very few people can have a character that can turn their destiny around. Only the habits brought about by character can create outstanding abilities. This ability is the key factor that ultimately determines the direction of destiny.

So after Captain Luka returned to the assembly hall, he rummaged through the hunting group's document library, ran back and forth between the military depot and the office, and searched hard for Zhang Congfeng.

"The recent reports of Spinach Heights are like a collective unconsciousness hallucination."

Luca and his little secretary Index said.

“Once in the mortal world, in Fatima, there were three shepherd boys who said that they were the incarnations of the Virgin Mary.”

"A miracle happens on the 13th of every month, so on the 13th of that month, tens of thousands of people in Fatima had hallucinations at the same time."

"The sun moves through the sky irregularly. It begins to dance strangely, jumping between clouds. It may look like a huge meteor when it is speeding, or it may gracefully and slowly make irregular circles. .”

"Zhang Congfeng followed the transport team to Spinach Heights, and it turned out that twenty-nine people were able to write thirteen different types of mission briefings, which is really incredible."

"But in the end, everyone seemed to have a good impression of the priest, especially a pair of sisters in the transportation team. These two female workers praised the priest's demeanor and appearance more than once in the briefing. They said - this is a man of temperament. Elegant, handsome and good brother."

"Is Zhang Congfeng a monster monk?"

Captain Luka held his chin, very puzzled.

"What strange devil possessed him? A hundred times more powerful than St. Josh Joris? That's why he was able to actively recover from the state of soul separation and return to the human world through the nine hell realms."

Ms. Index rolled her eyes and moved closer to Luca: "Captain, you like to think blindly all day long. There was an interrogator before. I remember you always targeted others, and later made them angry. "

The interrogator was talking about Havana - but the little secretary could no longer remember how Havana left Saladin, so her brain automatically filled in this part of the memory.

"Before?" Luka was even more puzzled: "How long ago? I remember that Saladin had been quiet for the past two years, so the position of interrogator became vacant."

"Maybe I remembered it wrong." Index stuck out her tongue and acted cute, trying to pass the test by being cute.

At this moment, Jiang Xueming and Oscar pushed the door open and entered.

Neither of them has the habit of knocking on the door. This is Xueming's problem——

——According to the tradition of VIPs coming to the Transportation Department to do business, they just walk in directly and leave if they have something to say.

This suddenly reminded old Mr. Luca of many familiar scenes and memories, especially the time he spent working with the gunsmith. In the temporary command post in the 18th district, the gunsmith wore a Morpho suit like this, and he came and went quickly. Quickly, I walked in and finished the battle plan, then took the battle reports of various regions, counties and towns from the desk, and picked up the new FOB. I didn't even have time to drink a sip of tea, and immediately set off to rush to the front line as if flying.

However, the priest looked much older, his temperament was not as sharp as the gunsmith's, and his height and build did not match, so Luca finally gave up his last thought - to retell the confessions of the war gang criminals, These prisoners once talked nonsense during the interrogation process, saying that they saw the ghost of the gunsmith.

"Old Mr. Luca!" Oscar was full of energy. He came up and started to talk non-stop: "Hi! I wanted to visit your old man a few days ago, but ended up being stuck in the spinach highland and couldn't get out. When I thought about that place, My heart felt cold. I looked at the address book like you, an old general from the Transportation Department, and immediately..."

Luka interrupted: "You speak English, I can't understand Chinese."

"Ouch" Oscar entered the air-conditioned room, his intelligence declining visibly: "Look at my stupid brain, this, this, this"

Luca: "Let the little priest speak for himself. Are you here to ask about the rune-patterned stone tablet at Thirty Thousand Miles Post?"

To be honest, Xueming is quite nervous——

——During the expedition, Mr. Luka was a famous general under Keshuai. Not only was he a commander, he also mobilized personnel for the battle group and did logistics management. When he was at his lowest, he also worked as an undercover agent for the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult. He was a symbol of purity. Extremely high level of human spirit.

Anonymous traveled around the country to crusade, relying not only on the courage to break into Longtan and cause trouble in the tiger's den, but also on the support of local fighting groups and military police. Without a suitable stronghold and the support of an intelligence system, dozens or hundreds of people would not be able to complete this journey.

Mr. Luka is a famous leader in the underground world team. Xueming admires this veteran very much and also sucked him. Oh no, he learned a lot of combat experience. Formulate combat plans based on the geography, landforms, urban structure, enemy activity range and folk customs of the 18 districts.

Luca and the gunsmith have a consensus on combat - the outcome of combat is not determined by weapons and equipment or geography and hydrology. The factor that determines victory or defeat only depends on the people themselves. People's will to fight is the key to war.

This allowed the two to maintain close contact at all times during the month-and-a-half-long expedition in District 18. It can be said that apart from David Victor, Luca is Xueming's closest and most trusted teacher.

After the battle with the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult came to an end, Luca had the idea of ​​​​retreating to the second line. He came to Saladin to live in seclusion, no longer participating in the affairs of the regional ruling council, and staying away from the noisy court.

Until the news of the gunsmith's death came, Luca had been studying the subject of "collective unconscious hallucinations". This veteran was extremely accomplished in war games. He could not figure it out anyway. On the express train, on the vehicle escorting criminals, how the gunsmith lost to Pellelini Tuon - instead of believing this fact, it is better to think about whether this is a wonderful hallucination.

This dealt a critical blow to Mr. Luca's faith, for whom the gunsmith was both a student and a dear nephew. When I visited the gunsmith's shrine in the first half of the year, Luca's hair turned almost one-third white.

After the death of the gunsmith, new war gangs and small-scale cult activities began to emerge in various regions. There were even gang leaders who claimed that their martial arts skills were more powerful than the gunsmith. This made Mr. Luca angry and funny. It seemed that after Lu Bu died, , everyone has the courage of Lu Bu.

Without further digression, let’s return to Luca and the priest.

"You want the rune stone tablet?"

Jiang Xueming: "Yes."

Luca: "Treat little sister Benny?"

This sentence made Xueming wary——

——It seems that Mr. Luca has investigated his background in advance.

"That's right."

Luca: "I can't leave all the cultural relics in your hands."

Saying this, the old general asked his secretary.

"How many rune stones are there in the library? Just the newly unearthed ones from Thirty Thousand Miles Post."

Index held the document in one hand and her phone in the other, checking the material information with both hands: "There are sixteen yuan."

Luca: "What about the relatively complete ones?"

Index: "Only two pieces."

There is an ancient goblin village near the outpost, where the stone tablet comes from. The hunting group went into the mountains to explore the wilderness and encountered many ferocious monsters on the way. It can be said that these cultural relics were exchanged for the pain of the brothers in the hunting group. Even if they can't be exchanged for half a cent, they cannot be handed over to outsiders casually.

"Zhang Congfeng." Luka called him by his first name. "According to the customs of the Red Stone people, the trophies brought back from the Elf Holy Land cannot be given to outsiders in vain - you have to exchange them for equivalent items."

Jiang Xueming knew that things were not that simple: "Yeah."

Luca continued: "I came here four years ago to reform the hunting group and reorganize the hunting group's affairs using the management methods of the attack team. Mr. Oscar and I did this work together, and people gradually recognized me - of course Yes, I believe you, Father, are slowly adapting to life here."

This passage is quite obscure and quite clear——

— St. Josh Joris is dead, and Saladin needs a new psychiatrist, or a capable exorcist.

At various frontline strongholds and in inaccessible wilderness, VIP exploration missions usually last for years or even decades. Many capable people spend their lives like this, with no time for pleasure.

"So I think, if possible." Luka winked at Zhang Congfeng: "Do you intend to start a family here? Find a girl to live with, and the door of the library will always be open to you."

Xueming responded immediately: "I came to Saladin this time for a medical visit - I still have my main business at Jiujie Station."

"May I ask what kind of job it is?" Luka immediately asked.

Xueming: "Since the death of the gunsmith, the cabinet and the Ministry of Personnel have written me a letter, because the gunsmith and I look very similar. The nameless mistress needs psychological counseling. Her madness index is too high - —I took a sinecure job at Anonymous."

No matter what, Luka can't compete with Nameless Doe.

So the old general gave up the idea and could only shake his head helplessly.

His eyes were ambiguous, staring at Jiang Xueming's face again and again——

"——It's really similar."

Jiang Xueming laughed: "The mistress of Anonymous once said the same, but I also warned the patient that psychological treatment is to help the patient find the courage he needs to live. I cannot replace the gunsmith."

Oscar became excited and laughed: "Boy Luca! I think so too!"

The title of "Luka boy" is indeed correct. Counting the wolf form, the process of transforming into a human being adds up to Brother Wolf, who has lived for more than 200 years. If you want to call him according to his seniority, Ajun still left Luka. Save some face.

"Then let's put it this way." Old Mr. Luca asked Index to go out and waved his hand: "Get a stone tablet and make sure it's sealed."

Then the veteran whispered to Brother Wolf again.

"Oscar, if it's convenient, could you please wait for a moment in the lobby of the assembly hall? I want to talk to the priest alone."

Oscar didn't think much and immediately left the hunting group leader's office.

When no one was around and Jiang Xueming's mental state relaxed, Mr. Luca first took out a set of merit medals under the table. They were the Dionysian medals awarded during the expedition to the 18th district. There were twenty-eight medals in total - here In this battle, Luka was fully active and together with the Anonymous annihilated twenty-eight war gangs and sects, large and small.

From the box of the merit medal, the old man picked out two bullets, both of which were misfired ammunition. They were bullets left over from a gunfight with the gunsmith at the shooting range. They had special commemorative significance.

Jiang Xueming asked curiously: "Old sir?"

Luka didn't reply. He kept moving and took out the gun from under the table. He put the bullet into the magazine, pulled the slide and reset it into the chamber - he wanted to get rid of the superstition in his heart, and he wanted to see clearly whether the gunsmith in his heart was dead or not.

He moved the muzzle of the gun towards the "priest", and then opened his eyes wide, carefully observing every change in Zhang Congfeng's expression, every breathing rate, the rise and fall of his chest, and the changes in his eyes.

He was very sure that the gunsmith's stupid mind couldn't remember these two dumb bombs. In the face of death threats, people can easily show their true colors.

Jiang Xueming really couldn't remember it. Who could remember a small incident a few years ago? What's more, in the long years, he shot countless bullets, including countless good and bad ones that jammed.

He was very nervous and didn't know why Teacher Luka was crazy, so he suddenly pointed a gun at the guest. Judging from his fighting habits, even if he is protected by Fragrant Dream, the muzzle of the gun is still a very sensitive thing - it is impossible to say that if he wears a set of body armor, he will not be afraid of this murderous weapon.

He couldn't control this instinct. Previously, Ajie held a gun to his head. At that moment, Xueming couldn't control his spiritual pressure and murderous intention. These are the most basic survival qualities of a warrior. Faced with the threat of death This conditioned reflex of calling for spirits saved him countless times.

No matter how exquisite the disguise is, it cannot become a stumbling block to death and defeat——

——When faced with Jodi's soul attack, Xueming did his best without hesitation. Because if you keep pretending, more people will die.

Old Mr. Luca was fully prepared to attack when he held the gun. He was almost blinded, hot steam was coming out of his body, his heart and blood circulation suddenly accelerated, and his furious expression seemed to be mentally prepared to shoot and kill immediately. The person in front of you.

The moment the hammer hit the primer, a pair of shining tiger eyes appeared in Xueming's pupils.

"I thought it wasn't you." Luka breathed a sigh of relief and his expression returned to normal, "It turns out it's really you."

Jiang Xueming lowered his guard and felt helpless.

"Teacher Luka, isn't it?"

Just as he thought, the camouflage set that Mr. Plaque made for him should not be able to deceive Mr. Luca's eyes. Similarly, this disguise cannot deceive Sister Hong's eyes.

The longer you get along with the gunsmith, the easier it is to see through this disguise - on the contrary, the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult cannot tell the true identity of the gunsmith. Most of the people who have met him once have entered the merit forest, and have no chance to see him again in the next life. During the first encounter, the gunsmith's identity can only be determined by relying on his psychic signature during the combat phase.

Luka suddenly became angry again——

"——Do you know how sad I am!"

He raised his gun and fired at Xueming again, but the dumb bullet could not be fired, the hammer did not reset, and there was no sound when he pressed his finger.

"You're going to pay for my fucking hair!"

"You bastard! You have to pay at least five years of my youth, right?!"

"you"

Xueming took Teacher Luka's wrist and saw that the gray-bearded veteran's eyes suddenly straightened and there were tears in his eyes.

Luca said: "I miss you very much, as if...as if everything was just a dream, and when I woke up from the dream, you were dead."

Xueming: "The boss assigned me a task, which is very important."

Luca: "Then there's no need to die? You can be seriously ill, or you can become a vegetative state."

Xueming: "My wife is a carnivore and doesn't like to be vegetarian."

Luca: "Hahaha, where did you learn that British joke?"

Xueming: "I don't care about death, as long as someone can pick up my gun and continue fighting."

"Should I not do this?" Luka finally realized that he seemed to be in trouble. "Do I have to contact Victor? I want to erase this part of my memory. I'm so happy, gunsmith."

"I should have thought of it earlier. Who cares so much about Belloberg? When I found them, I hadn't called the secret library yet. I just told BOSS about it and you came here."

"I'm old and my brain can't move fast anymore. It's too bad. It's too bad."

Jiang Xueming slowly sat down——

"——Saladin is a good place, Teacher Luca. I am actually very happy to see you retiring here."

Luca: "Yeah"

Jiang Xueming: "Tell me about the settlement."

Luca: "If you want to set off now, I have a set of execution methods that can send you near the outpost, but you have to walk the rest of the way yourself - the beasts during the hunting ban period are extremely ferocious, not ordinary people like us. Can be dealt with."

At this moment, Index knocked on the door and came in, brought a relatively complete rune stone tablet to the table, and then immediately left.

Xueming held up the rune stone and felt an unusually familiar psychic tide. This was indeed the spirit medium of the Beloberg elf. A disembodied voice sounded in her heart, it was Beloberg speaking.

[Long time no see, friend. ]

Xueming held it in for a long time and finally started outputting.

"Friend? That's not what you said in Maguire's arms before!~"

"How many years have we known each other? Please do the math. Come on, do the math."

"How come you become talkative when you are in someone else's hands? Can you actually speak?"

"You don't even fart when you come here. You either give me a middle finger or draw a heart! Can you have some professional ethics? Can you not sexually harass your master?"

[Okay, Master, (^_-)]