Chapter 135: photo

Listening to them, Charles felt a shock. He didn't expect Tuba and 134 to know each other, and they had known each other for four hundred years.
　　
　　 glanced at the Narwhal, which was still not far away, Charles's prosthesis turned into a chain saw, and he swiped quickly along his body.
　　
　　 The green blood smashed with the insects' feet, and Charles stepped on the soft flesh and blood, like a cheetah, struggling towards 134.
　　
　　 134, who was yelling at Touba, didn't turn his head. With a stroke of his left hand, Charles was suspended in the air by some kind of mental power.
　　
　　 "Ka Ka Ka" Charles's prosthetic internal gear turned quickly, and the sharp anchor hook shot straight at 134's petite chest.
　　
　　134's body quickly floated upwards, avoiding Charles' attack, but at this time, Charles's body restraint disappeared.
　　
　　 How could Charles waste such a good opportunity. He touched his waist with his right hand, and the revolver appeared in his hand. 134 bullets were fired in a row.
　　
　　 Faced with a bullet attack, 134 couldn't resist it for a while. Charles's accuracy was very accurate. Every time she shot at the moment when she was about to fight back, she failed several times.
　　
　　 But her face was not at all anxious, instead she had a playful look on her face, like a cat playing with a mouse.
　　
　　 "Listen to me. Why do you want to do this, don't you sit down and discuss it?" The sad Touba persuaded me. But no one listened to him.
　　
　　 Charles’ shots continued, but just when the bullet pierced 134's beautiful purple skirt with a small hole.
　　
　　 A bleak bone flute with several round holes emerged from the flesh and blood on the ground. It shot the revolver with one blow, and then suddenly inserted it into Char’s abdomen in the next second.
　　
　　 Charles looked at the flesh and blood on the ground in disbelief, and a cloud of black human-shaped smoke floated from the flesh and blood of the "king".
　　
　　 Its erratic hand grabbed the bone flute inserted into Charles's hand, the smoke on his arm solidified, and it slammed the bone flute out.
　　
　　 Charles' abdomen, a circular wound the size of a walnut, could not stop spraying blood.
　　
　　 "My God, what are you doing? Why are you bleeding."
　　
　　 Touba quickly got up from the ground, ran to Charles, who was crumbling, took out some dirty paper, and randomly stuck it to Charles' wound.
　　
　　 But soon, these things were washed away by Charles's blood again, and the things in Touba's hands were of no use as always.
　　
　　 The black mist no longer attacked, and rolled up Tuba next to him and floated behind 134, hovering like a servant.
　　
　　 Charles, with a waxy face, looked at his weird appearance, and then looked at 134 next to him, he suddenly understood something.
　　
He covered the wound tightly with his hand, endured the pain and said, "You, "King" Tuba and this one, you all escaped from the second laboratory, right? Actually, the king of Sodom It's not referring to a certain person at all, and it refers to the four living relics of you, right? Or more, more than four?"
　　
　　 "Hee hee hee, it seems that you still know us quite well." 134 jumped up to the revolver that fell on the ground, bent over and picked it up.
　　
　　 The big pistol and the white and tender little hands seem so inconsistent, but this scene makes people feel chilly.
　　
　　 Charles quickly looked around, and when he glanced at the distant sea with a flash of red, his voice suddenly chuckled.
　　
　　 "What are you laughing at? Is it funny to be dying?"
　　
　　 134 retracted the roulette with bullets, and after seeing that there were three brass bullets left inside, he reinstalled it again, aiming at Charles with one eye.
　　
　　 Charles looked at the pirates chasing the fleet in the distance. "I laugh at those pirates, so many humans are controlled by four living relics."
　　
　　 "Hahaha! We are relics? You are as ignorant as the people of the Foundation! In fact, we are the lucky ones in this world, and you are just some humble bugs."
　　
"I have been to the second laboratory. I know the torture of the Foundation to you, and I know you hate them, but this is a bit too much, don't forget, you were also a human before." Charles stared at the little girl in front The girl said.
　　
　　 As if provoked by Charles, 134's face twisted. "How long have you been there to say you know me? One day? One week? One month? Do you know how long I stayed in that hell!! I've been there for 30 years! Every human being has something disgusting The original sin!! They are not my kind at all!!!"
　　
　　 "Kacha" 134 The whole fleshy face was cracked like glass, and in the crack, the pitch-black eyes full of hatred crowded and stared inside.
　　
　　 Like a monster, 134 raised the toy-like revolver to Charles. "Hehehe, the way the bullet goes through your head must be pretty."
　　
Tuba next to 　　 looked anxious. He kept taking out some from his pocket, and making constant gestures to 134 in an attempt to stop her, but his things were just ordinary rubbish, which was of no use.
　　
　　 But suddenly his body stopped, he let out a sigh of relief, turned and looked at the black mist next to him with a simple smile, he stretched out his hand to firmly grasp its flute.
　　
　　 "Goma, long time no see. Your flute is so beautiful, lend me a play."
　　
　　 "Boom boom!!" The gunfire sounded, and three bullets shot out of the barrel and flew towards Charles.
　　
　　 At the moment 134 pulled the trigger, Charles quickly rolled to the right and threw a piece of something at her.
　　
　　 "Touch!" Charles's left shoulder burst with blood red, and he only avoided 2 of his three.
　　
　　 At this time, Charles felt black in front of his eyes~EbookFREE.me~ He lost too much blood, but he never gave up, stumbled and ran towards the beach next to him.
　　
The black mist next to 　　 was about to rush over to stop him, but found that his bone flute was firmly embraced by Touba.
　　
　　 Seeing the black misty head looking at him, Tuba gave it a simple smile and hung his legs on the bone flute.
　　
　　 But 134 who stood still did not make the next attack. She held a photo in both hands and looked at it blankly, the gap in her face slowly healed.
　　
　　 That is a portrait of a family of three, the one Mich gave to Charles.
　　
　　 The bullet hit a hole in the child's head. The couple in the portrait smiled brightly.
　　
　　 134 looked at it with unfamiliar eyes in her eyes, as if she was constantly remembering something. Gradually, the hostility on her face dissipated, and a little bit of tears slipped from her eyes and dripped onto the photo.
　　
　　 With a "plop", Charles in the distance rushed into the cold water.
　　
　　 134's lips were tightly taut, and he kept be patient, and finally couldn't help it, just like what a real 6-year-old child would do, crying.
　　
　　 Hearing the cry, Tuba quickly put the bone flute down, ran over to hold her in distress, and patted her shoulder with his hand, "Don’t cry or cry, Grandpa is here. Grandpa is here."
　　
　　 The white flesh and blood on the ground squirmed up and pressed lightly on her body.