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Booker led the team to shut down the siphon.

Elizabeth's abilities returned. In her intense anger, she opened a rift leading to a tornado. The furious storm tore through her cabin and sucked away the doctors in the cabin.

The soldiers of the Revolutionary Army looked at Elizabeth, who was splitting time and space and playing with natural disasters like God, and they didn't know what to say, afraid to approach.

Booker rushed into the messy operating room, put the girl in his arms, and gently patted her back, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here." He reached out and touched a wire on Elizabeth's back. The evil scientists at Comstock pierced a long energized needle into the girl’s spine to give her a long torture. According to their experimental manual, once Elizabeth had a rebellious idea, she would be shocked. Until she no longer dared to have the will to resist.

"How dare they do this to you, Comstock, Comstock..."

"Booker, I, I just killed someone." Elizabeth lifted her head from his arms, took Booker's face, and stared at him with her sad, sea-like eyes. "Did I kill someone?"

"You are only serving as a judge and executioner. You did nothing wrong, they hurt you first, and you...destroy him, it doesn't hurt your integrity."

Elizabeth frowned, Booker straightened her up, gently grasped the electric shock needle on her back, "bear it." He pulled out the needle abruptly, and Elizabeth felt as if a low-temperature hurricane was blowing through her spine and mixed her up. Her body was numb from the cold, and then the brain rushed back with violent pleasure, and her limbs convulsed.

"Did they cut your hair?" Booker stroked Elizabeth's short hair. She had a low pony tail, but now she has short, capable hair. The original camel suit was also replaced with a thin green striped hospital gown, which looked very haggard. Booker took off his coat and wrapped the girl up to make her body warmer.

She gasped for a while, and finally came over, "Booker, let's go, take me away, shall we go to Paris? I don't want to stay here anymore."

Booker shook his head, "We will go to Paris, but not today, not now, now we are going to do it." He turned his head to look at his comrades. In the previous battle, five were seriously injured, one was killed in battle, and the rest was left. All of them are still healthy, "Today we are going to pull Comstock down from his altar and let the cloud covering the Colombian sky completely dissipate."

"Comrade Booker, this conflicts with our plan."

"There is no conflict. You retreat with the wounded. The rest of the team is attacking the hand of the Prophet. This is an opportunity."

"The fighter plane is not good for us!"

"Well, George, follow the order, take your soldiers, and go back the same way!"

"No, Daisy's order is to take you back safely. If you want to take risks, then I will accompany you on the adventure."

The remaining soldiers did not hesitate, and bluntly stated that they would accompany Booker to attack the hand of the prophet.

"Your task is to take this girl out, not to perform heroism here." Booker turned to Elizabeth, "Little girl, follow them, they will take you away."

"No, I want to be with you."

"It's too dangerous. The battlefield is not an amusement park. A stray bullet may kill you. I won't let you take this risk, George..."

"You look down on me too much, Mr. Booker. Also, the man you want to kill is my father."

Everyone was taken aback by this fact.

Time is running out, and Booker can't help Elizabeth after all. He said, "If you die in this adventurous action, then I will help you complete your revenge and help you get justice. You don't have any worries, but you must protect yourself. , Always hide behind the bunker, understand?"

"Hey, this is not comforting!"

So they followed the empty track on the upper floor of the mansion and took a boat to the vicinity of the hand of the prophet. At this time, the airship of the Revolutionary Army had surrounded the huge battleship, and Comstock’s stinking problems made a battleship like a fortress , The revolutionary army led one layer of decks to fight up. There were no stairs between these decks, but they were connected by empty rails. It was really a very strange design.

Although the Revolutionary Army under the leadership of Booker launched a successful and rapid gang jump, as time passed, the guards of all Colombia were assembled. The battle between the two giant arm masters and Nightingale was gradually divided. One giant arm master was caught by Nightingale and then flew far away, and soon rolled and disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds in the night sky. There was one giant arm master remaining. It's hard to tell how long it can continue to support by taking refuge in the roof of the destroyed mansion.

Once Nightingale got away, with his ability, even Booker would be stopped in front of the prophet.

Seeing them ascend to the highest deck, and they were about to capture Comstock alive, Nightingale's terror screamed again. Booker looked at Elizabeth who was following all the way. She was panting and panicked. "There is only one way."

"any solution?"

"Use your power to open a crack and take the bird away. Just throw it out, tens of thousands of miles. It's best to throw it into outer space and never come back, otherwise we will all die. "

"It's too late! Nightingale's speed is too fast, and it takes time for the rift to open. We don't have so much time."

Booker pondered, "Then open a small mouth, it is for us, open a mouth that only allows its head or limbs to penetrate, and then, when it gets in, close the crack, this way. Come, can you cut off its body?"

"Perhaps it is possible, but I have never tried it, and I may not come back once I go."

"That's worth a try. George! Take your soldiers in and capture Comstock alive, and then all retreat, fast! Elizabeth, let's go to the bow."

Elizabeth and Booker stood in the cold wind waiting for the Nightingale. Booker was looking at the night sky and the airship of the Revolutionary Army, while Elizabeth was holding her arms but she couldn't speak, just trembling. Booker gently patted her back, and her broad palms had become cold as wood and stone due to fatigue and low temperature, which still gave her great comfort.

"Mr. DeWitt, what did you do before?"

"Why didn't you call me Booker?"

"Sorry. If you don't want to say..."

"No, I'm not changing the subject, I'm just being ashamed to talk about the past." Booker squinted his eyes, breathing the stench of iron and fire, and recalled his wounded knee many years ago, "I am a murderer. Devil, I don’t deserve to be pityed, a good girl like you, with you, I feel that those past mistakes will no longer be so painful at once. So I will beg you so, Elizabeth, people like me are not doomed It's dead, but you must live. Just let the world know that such a beautiful person has ever existed."

"Booker," Elizabeth dodged flusteredly, pinching the collar of her coat, sweat dripping from her forehead, "Don't say that. You are the most upright and brave person I have ever seen. If God refuses to forgive you, Then it must be God's fault..."

"Open the rift, it's here!"

"Okay! Okay! Here comes!" Elizabeth frowned and waved her arms to the air. In the distant clouds, the nightingale's eyes pierced the lead-ash night, and she swept over coldly, the huge body of the strange bird facing away. Dive down the bow of the ship.

"Hurry up!"

"I'm going all out!"

"It's coming! Five seconds at most!"

"found it!"

Elizabeth grabbed a solid quantum foam and used her peculiar observer's ability to tear it apart, and a two-dimensional space-time crack suddenly appeared. It seems to be a vertical wound with only two spatial directions. The observer in the three-dimensional space circles this crack and can never see its side, that is, only the window through which it can be seen.

The space-time behind the crack is black and white, and many information cannot be passed through, resulting in a lack of color. Booker glanced briefly. Behind the crack is an ordinary building rooftop, which looks very flat. Before he could think again, he dragged Elizabeth into the rift, and the black and white world immediately had a vivid color, the noise of the city appeared in his ears, and the two of them sullenly ran farther away.

In the next second, Nightingale's claws stretched out from the crack and grabbed it straight towards Booker's back.

"Close the rift!"

"It's too late!!"

Booker was grasped by Nightingale, and the monster could squeeze the fragile and soft body with just a fist.

In this extremely dangerous situation, Booker and Elizabeth suddenly felt a great silence.

The fissure was still there, but Nightingale's palm suddenly fell, pumping a stream of plasma from the cut surface, and rushing them to the ground.

Booker sat on the ground in a daze, the steel palm holding his body has lost his strength, he stared at Elizabeth blankly, "Is it you who did it?"

"It's not me~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Booker, you're all right, you're all right!"

Elizabeth broke Nightingale's palm apart, and at this time, Nightingale's horrible howl came from the other side of the rift, and the monster fled.

The two supported each other, walked to the edge of the roof, and looked at this strange world. This is an extremely prosperous city. Everything is well planned, with clear divisions, clear plans, and clear and unified urban colors. People placed in it are more vague than dust. The pipes on the exterior wall of the building are as precise as a circuit diagram. The streets are horizontal and vertical, and the traffic flows constantly. The rooftop on which Booker and the others are standing is the top floor of a residential building, and such residential buildings are closely arranged, connecting all the rooftops. Looking down on the vast plains, numerous flyovers between residential buildings are layered on top of each other, dividing the deep high-rise area horizontally into several floors. This is a three-dimensional city with a large population, and a future city with advanced technology.

All the sights explain the development here, and the most bizarre is the sky. The sky is actually dark purple, the huge, hazy, crystal-clear sun hangs in the sky, and the air is hot, like midsummer.

"Elizabeth, where did you bring us?"

"I don't know. At that time, I only found such a stable fissure. It is strange here. I feel that it is very empty, a kind of openness in possibility. My high-latitude vision is limited here. Let's go back! "

A stranger suddenly joined their conversation in non-standard English, "Since the two of you are here, you might as well be a guest with us."

The sound of words came from behind, Booker and the others shuddered, turning their heads to see a young Asian man in a costume showing a warm smile at them, "Welcome to Gushan."

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