Ember Gun

   Chapter 626 Dignity

  Is the death row plan really perfect? Even the so-called death row plan is really necessary?

  Gareth was thinking about the future of the old Dunling, but suddenly realized that the envisioned future had already gone astray, it was marching towards a dark road, and he had no chance to restore it.

   "Probably... You know, I am not very good at planning," Percival said seriously, she is only good at executing orders, "What do you say, what do I do."

   "Can you carry out my orders with absolute loyalty?"

  Gareth looked at her. He was not Arthur, but as the garrison of the Broken Dome, he also had the power to command the knight commanders.

   "Of course," Percival couldn't understand why Gareth was suddenly like this. "Isn't this taken for granted?"

   "Absolutely loyal, there is no room for doubt, even blindly loyal?"

  Gareth continued to ask, his eyes were fiery, and he was eager to get something from Percival.

  Percival realized that there was something wrong with Gareth at this time, she put away her smiling face, and asked seriously.

   "What are you questioning? Gareth."

  This familiar colleague has always been very stable, so he can rationally control the entire old Dunling through the broken dome, and make the various departments of the cleansing agency run at full speed.

   "It's not right, it's not right, Percival."

   Gareth repeatedly chanted, he felt that he was about to find it, and found the loophole that he hadn't noticed.

  "Death row, old dunling, rioters, monsters..."

  The direction of the battle was constantly evolving in his mind, and finally Gareth denied everything.

   "It's not necessary at all."

With the passage of time, Gareth, like Lorenzo, felt more and more uneasy, but unlike Lorenzo, Lorenzo himself "privately" formulated a new plan, while Gareth was in Feeling flustered before this unknown.

   "There is something wrong with the "death prison". Why should we build a shelter in Old Dunling? Just because it is in our core? Obviously there is a more suitable and hidden place."

Hearing Gareth’s words, Percival’s mind seemed to have thunder passing by. She seemed to have been pacing in a small circle before, and following Gareth’s words, the small circle opened a gap, letting Percival walked out of the misunderstanding of thinking.

  She felt a chill and shivered.

  "I can understand the war in Old Dunling, where we can quickly deploy troops. As long as important departments are not fallen, we can fight with demons in this city for a few months, but...but..."

  Gareth could hear a faint cracking sound, and what had been blocking him was about to shatter.

   "The author of the death row plan is Lorenzo Holmos."

  Percival's expression was serious, and his eyes were full of tension. The origin of all these weirdness was due to this plan, and the planner was Lorenzo.

  "Are you suspicious of Lorenzo?" she asked.

   "Lorenzo..."

Gareth recalled the guy named Lorenzo Holmos. Because of the Broken Dome, Gareth had almost never had close contact with Lorenzo, the longest time between the two in the impression. The communication was also when the lunatic was driving the airship away from the old town.

  He began to doubt Lorenzo, but thinking of what Lorenzo had done, Gareth felt that he shouldn’t doubt it.

"I don't know. The more I implement it, the more I realize it is wrong. More importantly, it seems that no one else has noticed this." Gareth walked towards his office, "For example, you, you didn't realize it before. These vulnerabilities exist, don't they?"

   "The death row plan seems to be fine, but after careful consideration, it still has too many loopholes, and how can loopholes exist in the decontamination agency?"

   Gareth became more and more frightened as he thought about it.

  "Most importantly, Percival, do you remember that you participated in the discussion of the plan?"

  Percival was stunned.

Yes, the death row plan involves the entire old Dunling. Such an important matter should have been planned for a long time. But in Percival's memory, the death row plan suddenly appeared without warning, and everyone believed the plan. , Proceeding blindly.

"How is this going?"

   Percival muttered to himself.

  Gareth stretched out his hand and landed on the doorknob. He just wanted to unscrew the office, but he thought of something, whispered.

  "Zuozhen..."

  The old man’s face appeared in his mind. This strange Jiu Xia person always wore a slight smile on his face, as if he was wearing a false mask.

  Gareth realized the key to all this, and it was at this time that he opened the door of the office.

  A cold wind blows.

  I saw the glass shattered, and a stranger was sitting in his place among the **** all over the floor. There was also a sword blade with distorted iron ash that looked like a long nail on the table.

No words or prompts are needed. The first moment Gareth saw this man, the instinct from the depths of his soul screamed harshly, warning Gareth and urging him. Escape.

"Who!"

  Percival also saw the intruding stranger. She drew her pistol, pointed the muzzle at the stranger, and was ready to pull the trigger at any time.

   "It turns out...that's it..."

   Gareth stood still, muttering to himself.

  At the moment he saw the stranger, Gareth had not only an inner fear, but also a pure white that burst in an instant.

  The dusty mystery collapsed, revealing its original appearance.

  He has insight into everything. In this moment, all the conspiracies and tricks showed him the original truth.

  This is the real “death row”.

  Garez couldn't help but sigh for Lorenzo. He even wanted to clap his hands and applaud the choice made by this neurosis, but... he didn't seem to have the opportunity to praise Lorenzo.

"run!"

  Gareth pushed Percival away, shouting.

   "Believe it, absolutely and blindly believe in death row!"

"what?"

  There is no answer. In Percival's puzzled eyes, Gareth smashed the alarm placed at the door with a punch, and smashed it with the glass cover.

  Blood dripping, and the harsh alarm sounded through the broken dome.

  People were stunned at first, looking around blankly, at a loss.

  This is the broken dome. Since the beginning of its establishment, there has not been a pure land that has been touched by demons, and the alarm is the same, almost never sounded.

   But soon, they are nervous and scared.

  Here is the core of the cleansing mechanism, and now the core has been invaded.

  At this moment, time seemed to slow down. The two looked at each other. In each other's eyes, with the tacit understanding of years of work, they knew each other's intentions.

  Percival's expression was so unbearable, but he didn't hesitate.

She stared at Gareth stubbornly, remembering his appearance, her back leaning figure stabilized with the angrily stomped soles of the feet, Percival's figure bounced up, fast, and headed towards the corridor without looking back. Run wildly at the end.

  At the same time, the heavy gate began to fall, blocking the positions where the alarm sounded one by one.

  "Resolutely, are you Arthur?"

  The stranger got up, stood there, and looked at Gareth with a smile on his face.

  Gareth shook his head. He was in a calm mood at the moment. Perhaps he was too scared. He could no longer feel other emotions. Even the so-called fear became pale and numb.

   "No, Arthur is not often here," Gareth looked at the stranger, "You can call me Gareth."

  He took a deep breath, calling out the name of the devil.

   "Roger Cruz."

   Hearing Gareth yelling his name, Roger looked a little surprised. He picked up the spike and said in confusion.

   "Should we have never seen it?"

   "As Lorenzo said, Adren kills people very quickly. He usually doesn't talk nonsense. Roger is the one who talks a lot of nonsense." Gareth said calmly.

  While speaking, his hand slowly moved to his waist, trying to touch the gun stuck in his waist.

   "Lorenzo? Oh, the one holding [Final Echo]?"

  Under the information that Watson deliberately leaked, this information had already been known to Roger, but Gareth, who was not aware of all of this, felt a burst of pressure at this time. He did not expect Lorenzo to be exposed so quickly.

Before the absolute power, their tricks became pale.

   "Huh? Do you want to resist? I can give you this opportunity."

  Roger noticed Gareth’s small movements and didn’t care at all.

  Just as he let Lorenzo a horse at the end of the world, he likes to give people a chance, a chance to fight fairly.

  Like smelting metals, no matter what kind of fire, there will be a trace of impurities after all, so is Roger. No matter how insulted by the unspeakable, there is still a trace of the will that belongs to "Roger Cruze".

  If I am wrong, then try to deny me.

  Gareth shook his head, and he smiled bitterly.

   "I have no chance of winning, it's just in vain."

  "Try it, anyway, this is the end of your life," Roger encouraged.

   Gareth was unmoved, the next sharp sound cut his eardrums, and the crooked spikes reflected in his eyes, constantly zooming in, and threw them towards Gareth.

  The spike pierced the wall, and Gareth smashed out of the office in the smoke and dust. After the alarm, the place was completely sealed. There were not many places to escape, so he could only run in vain.

   "Yes! That's it. I have seen many people like you, and they all look down on death, but when death comes, I can't help but cry and beg for mercy."

  Roger took off the spikes, walked out of the office, and followed Gareth.

  He likes this, watching these guys who hold on to their ideals collapse and mourn under the threat of death, discarding all the so-called dignity and morality, leaving only a sad soul begging for mercy.

  Gareth gasped, he was like a dirty mouse, avoiding the light.

  He raised his pistol and fired back behind him. Roger didn't even mean to block. The bullet fell on the dark armor and bounced sparks.

  It feels bad, and Gareth knows exactly what Roger is doing.

  He is playing with his life, wanting to see the various inferiorities that he has produced under the weight of death, he is looking forward to his own collapse and his own wailing.

  Too bad. The last time Gareth felt like this in his life, he was still locked up in prison. At that time, his future was gloomy...but that time he waited for Percival.

  How about this time?

   "Sure enough, my luck has always been bad."

  Gareth mumbled half-jokingly, calculating the remaining bullets, he grasped the extent of the chase, and let Roger play as much as he could.

  He watched his hysterical resistance. When Roger was tired, it was his time to die.

  Death is approaching.

   Gareth stopped, turned around, and under Roger's gaze, he arranged his clothes to make himself look as neat as possible.

   "Just give up like that?" Roger asked.

  The spike came again through the air, passing along Gareth’s cheek, the hideous scar exploded, and his left eye was plunged into scarlet red.

  Gareth did not step back, he endured the pain and stood firmly on the spot.

"Does the ten seconds you fought for just makes you decide to give up completely?" Roger was a little bit disappointed, "So...the so-called'Knight Commander' is like this? It's really disappointing, so what are you going to say next," Are you asking for mercy?"

In Roger’s eyes, Gareth was just a sad maggot. He thought there would be a pleasant hunt, but after a few steps, he was completely overwhelmed by the pressure. He began to doubt Gareth’s position. Did you get it through the back door?

   "So sublimation is right. Abandon these inferiorities and become a greater being."

  Roger whispered, like a spell, hypnotizing himself.

   "No, I just decided something in these ten seconds...As you said, many people look down on death, but when death really comes, they will still be shaking."

  Gareth laughed at himself. He had tried very hard not to let his hands shake, but his hands were still shaking, and he couldn't even hold the gun.

  He has stayed in the Broken Dome for too long, and for a long time he has forgotten the fear of death in the comfort of the film.

   "It's easy to say, but it's really hard...it takes a lot of courage."

  Gareth didn't have the slightest chance of winning, but he still picked up the pistol tremblingly and made the exact opposite of his words.

   "I just hope I don't die too ugly."

   "I can satisfy you with this wish." Roger said.

   "I'm not talking to you," Gareth raised his other hand, combed his collar, and straightened it up. "I'm just talking to myself."

  A smile appeared on his face.

  Roger realized what Gareth was going to do, but Gareth didn’t give him [clearance] time to invade.

  Gareth should have done all this in the office, but Roger was right. Gareth was also one of the "many people". When he really made a decision, he would be afraid to move forward.

  So Gareth needs more than ten seconds to calm himself down, calm his violently beating heart, organize his clothes, manage his facial expressions, let himself hold the so-called dignity again, and accept all this calmly.

  Finally...Finally, remember some beautiful things.

   Gareth's hand stopped trembling, as steady as steel, suddenly lifted, and the muzzle was pointed at his temple.

   Pull the trigger.

  Along with his own brain, memory, and life, all shattered and penetrated.

  Blood spurted, covering the entire wall.

  (End of this chapter)