Chapter 639: 48. Stories about friendship

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France, Paris, Merlin walked in the hall of the European Division of SHIELD, a place that recalled his past memories.
In 1993, Merlin, the current senior executives of S.H.I.E.L.D.
For a while, in order to avoid trouble by the enemy, Fury transferred Merlin to the European branch.
He stayed here as an internal agent for more than a year, accepting the protection of Agent John Gattler, and finally survived the invasion of the Crees in 1994, and then successfully fought with Fury. Turn over.
At that time, Merlin was only a level 2 agent, and Gattler was already the head of the European branch.
Things changed. After 12 years, Merlin became the deputy director of SHIELD, and Gattler was promoted all the way to the 9th level agent. The old man is still on the European side, but in fact, he has been a few years ago. Retired to the second line, maybe a few years later, he will retire.
Although he is still healthy, even healthier and more energetic than the average young man, as a lifelong agent, he also wants a peaceful life of his own.
This is human nature.
"Slap, pop"
Merlin reached out and knocked on the door of the base supervisor's office. After a moment, Butler's low voice sounded:
"Come in."
Merlin took a deep breath, and he opened the door in front of him and walked into the office.
Gattler, dressed like an old cowboy, was not at work. In fact, he was wearing a black thing similar to a tactical eyepiece, leaning on an office chair, as if resting.
Merlin looked at the black gadget that Gattler was wearing. There was a cartoon logo on the shell of the thing that looked like a potato. It was a new type of game console that was popular only in the last month.
It claims to be a cross-generation game console, using virtual reality technology that few people have heard of in this era, allowing players to immerse themselves in an epic game story spanning 2,400 years with a more realistic experience.
Well, the name of this game is "Assassin's Creed", and the name tells you that this is an Assassin-related game.
It was developed by a little-known game studio, and it is still only a small-scale internal test. When it is actually online, it may take a while.
"Well, are you playing this?"
Merlin was sitting in the office chair. He looked at Gattler who took off the game equipment. After the old cowboy was transformed by the demon hunter, his appearance returned to his 30s. Not only did he not look old, Instead, he is younger.
However, he still maintained his previous image, just like the people of the previous era, he always likes to comb his hair into a big back and apply oil. Dressing up with his clothes is full of an indescribable sense of the times.
"Yeah, this thing is very interesting, it is a waste of time, and one day passed."
Gattler placed the black game console on the table. He pulled open the drawer, took out two cigars, and lost one to Merlin.
He is now a demon hunter, and he can go to Diagon Alley to buy this kind of cigar treated with magic skills, which is his favorite treat.
"You play games, don't your wife say you?"
Merlin snapped his fingers and the two beating flames helped the two old men light the cigar. In the mellow smoke, Merlin said easily:
"I heard that Liv wanted a child before, but you haven't moved..."
"Uh, I seriously doubt you are questioning some of my abilities."
Gattler held a cigar, and he proudly said:
"After a while, you will have to prepare a gift, Merlin, my child will be born at that time. But the temper of the pregnant woman will indeed get worse. I was kicked out of her game at home yesterday, I You can only bring the game console to the office."
"However, the benefits of being a leader are here. No one reprimanded me when I was playing games at work. Especially at the time when I was about to retire. Everyone was very forgiving of me, which is great."
"Ah, if I really congratulate you."
Merlin frowned at Gattler and said:
"You are in your 50s this year, the sword is not old."
"Oh, don't say that."
With an unabashed smile on Gattler's face, he said to Merlin:
"How do you have time to come here today? Did the leader come to inspect the work?"
"Yup."
Merlin answered seriously:
"Someone reported that some agents were neglecting their duties, so I came over to see that, unfortunately, you were arrested and there was no pay for your next month, no money for your child’s milk powder, please don’t hurry me, maybe I can't see it."
"Just buckle it."
Gattler said indifferently:
"Aegis pays me a month's salary. I haven't won more than one card game in a pub. Speaking of it, are we going to play a card? We haven't played a card in a long time."
"Okay."
Merlin pulled the chair to the desk, and Gattler threw the contents of the table onto the sofa, and the two pulled out their respective Kunter cards, and played the cards blatantly during working hours.
This time, Merlin did not cheat, but in a few minutes, he was killed by Butler.
"Your card skills have regressed."
Butler threw a monster card, he said to Merlin:
"How many cards have not been played recently?"
"Well, I'm very busy lately. Things are everywhere."
Merlin looked at his hand and frowned and replied:
"Intelligent weapons, alien evil spirits, remnants of Hydra, and more and more street heroes... they are just like mice, so they suddenly jump out, carrying the banner of justice, causing trouble everywhere All cities are suffocating, like a dog's moss that has grown wildly after the rain. For just a few months, they are everywhere, really annoying."
"It's the same here in Europe."
Gattler said:
"Some wizards in the UK have created a sacred relics association, digging antiquities all over Europe. I met with your wizard children last week and they told me that the wizards seemed to have found some kind of summoning spirits. Way... I don’t know where they got it from, it’s suspicious anyway."
"There is also Eastern Europe, you may not know that a small country had a rebellion some time ago, the original government was overthrown, and a guy named Victor von Dumm formed a puppet government there. The guy is like a wizard, but like a scientist. We are trying to contact him, but he, how to say, is quite exclusive."
"Finally, the Ten Commandments, you know, the terrorists who couldn’t kill them cleanly. After a few years of dormancy, they started their activities again. I heard that a saint appeared and put the Ten Commandments. The forces gathered again."
Gattler sighed. He watched Merlin throw a terrain card and then dropped a sunshine card to dispel the negative effects of Merlin's terrain card.
He said to Merlin:
"I don't know if it is an illusion, Merlin, I always feel that the world has become unstable..."
"It's not an illusion, it is indeed moving in a chaotic direction, but that is not our problem."
Merlin looked at his hand and said:
"A truce, celestial confluence, and other gadgets. These troublesome things seem to be gathered together. At this time, the turbulence of the situation is only a symptom. The real trouble has not come yet. And I am very doubtful. The supernatural phenomena that have been growing explosively, as well as the endless superhumans, are also a sign."
"A chaotic era is coming, whether we are willing or not, and whether we are ready or not."
"Snapped"
Merlin looked at the awful hand in front of him, and he threw down the card of the lore, Geralt of Livia at 15.
Gattler shrugged and chose to skip the reunion.
But this was only the first game, Merlin threw away the cards, and in the next two games, Butler won.
And just at the beginning of the second game, Merlin suddenly said:
"John, I know."
"Ok?"
While sorting his hands, Gattler asked:
"What do you know?"
Merlin looked up and looked at him:
"clairvoyance..."
Gattler's movement immediately stopped in place, as if struck by a flash of lightning. He raised his head stiffly. The eyes of the yellow snake pupil looked at Merlin, and the pupil slightly enlarged.
In his eyes, there was a shock, a hesitation, and a fear.
It was as if the biggest secret in my heart had been broken through, and this moment came so suddenly that Suddenly Daugatler could not cope.
"You...how are you..."
"I'm disappointed, John."
Merlin looked at the Quinte card in his hand, his mind was not on the card, otherwise, his performance today would not be so bad.
"I'm disappointed. You have concealed these things from me. John, I treat you as a true friend. We have had a life-long friendship... more than once."
"But when I saw your past in the memory of the young man of Ward...I really..."
Merlin put the hand on the table, he took off his glasses, a flash of flame flashed in his dark red eyes, he said:
"Did you know? For a moment, I really wanted to kill you!"
A touch of daze flickered on Gattler's face, he tried to say something, but looking at Merlin's eyes, he finally didn't try to deny it.
At this time, in the face of a wizard, denial will only make things worse.
"I can guess, I can understand your anger, you have every reason to be angry."
John Gattler said bitterly:
"After all, after all, I did participate in things that I shouldn't."
"Richard and Mary...sorry, I shouldn't be involved, I..."
"Don't mention their names."
Merlin reached out to interrupt Gattler's words, he said softly:
"That only makes me feel more abominable."
"Okay, then say something else."
Gattler took a sip of cigar. In the smoke rising from the corner of his mouth, he put down the Quinte card in his hand and said frankly to Merlin:
"After you cured my terminal illness, Merlin. I really have the urge to tell you everything..."
"Really, I swear, I treat you as a friend. I cut off the organization and they have been sending killers to try to kill me, but I do not regret this decision, and I have a conscience..."
Butler pointed to his chest, he said:
"I joined them just to beg for life, and you know what I used to be. I and they are not on the same road. I don't have those crazy beliefs, I just want to live! It's simple to live, just like a wild beggar. Dog, I think I am humble myself! At that time I thought I could sell anyone without guilt..."
"But, but when you have a good friend, those secrets, those past, they become yoke."
Gattler looked at Merlin and he whispered:
"I... don't dare to tell you, not just because I'm afraid that you will kill me with a knife, I'm also afraid that I will lose a true friend, a friend who brought me a new life. But that is sin after all, mine After all, the hands are also stained with blood."
He closed his eyes and let out a breath.
"I had planned to retire, took Liv to travel far away, and completely disappeared in your life. I want to use this as a farewell so that we don't have to go where we are now, but..."
"The always coming will come. If you make a mistake, you will be punished."
The old cowboy's breathing was heavier, he gritted his teeth, and in a calm but mixed tone of regret, said to Merlin:
"I’m not naive enough to try to persuade you. I know you and my rules of doing things. Trust is betrayed and will be repaid with blood. I’m willing to pay the price... kill me and then attend my funeral as a friend, Raising my child as a brother grew up, I know I can trust you, I know you can do well, even better than I do... Come on, do it, this is what I owe you."
"Don't do this, Gattler, John..."
Merlin stared at his old friend like a sculpture. Until a few minutes later, he shook his head and put away his Quinte card. He said:
"You still have children who have not yet been born, you and your wife are waiting for you to go home, I have also met Liv, she is also my friend, I have few friends... so every one is important."
"Agent 9 is John Gattler."
Merlin stood up and left a document in front of Gattler. He said:
"Today, you are retired. Come on, leave here."
He turned and walked to the office door. At the moment when the door was opened, Merlin looked back at Gattler. He said in a gentle voice:
"Sorry, John."
"You are no longer my friend... Never appear in my hunting ground."
Merlin left, and Butler stayed alone in the office. He looked at the Kunter cards scattered on the table and looked at the document waiting to be signed. He stayed there.
Merlin didn’t take his life, but it’s not fortunate...
A precious friendship ended because of the sins he had committed in the past for begging.
"Ugh..."
Like the really late old man, Gattler took out his signature pen and wrote down his name on the document.
"I blame myself..."
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"Slap, pop"
A heavy knock on the door rang in the apartment in Queens. Mei, who was cooking lunch, still walked to the door with an apron and quickly opened the door. As a result, he saw his brother.
Merlin, with a sullen expression, stood at the door. His mental state looked terrible. After Richard and Mary's funeral, May had almost never seen Merlin look like this.
"What's wrong? Brother."
Mei hurriedly put down the shovel in her hand and wiped her hand on the apron. She reached out worriedly and touched Meilin's forehead. She asked:
"Is it uncomfortable? Are you sick?"
"No, sister."
Merlin dare not face Mei's eyes, he lowered his head, like a child who did something wrong, he said softly:
"I...I found the murderer who killed Richard and Mary, but..."
"I can't stop. Sister, I let him go because he was also my friend."
Merlin clenched his fists, and in front of his family, he no longer covered himself, with strong self-blame and pain in his voice.
"Sorry, I really can't do it."
May’s expression also changed. The tragedy of Richard and Mary is always a pain that cannot be forgotten in this family, but compared to those who have passed away, May is more willing to see those who are still alive to live a better life.
She sighed and, as before, reached out to hold Merlin in her arms.
She patted Merlin's back gently, she said:
"It's okay, brother, it's okay."
"Those things have passed. The departure of Richard and Mary made us understand that we should cherish our loved ones who are still alive. I would rather see you stay with a smile than you go to kill your enemies with your hands stained with blood. Little Peter and us are the most important."
"Listen to me, brother, don't blame yourself, we don't need to rely on pain and hatred to survive... nobody will blame you."
"It's all gone...good, it's all gone."
Merlin took a breath, he hugged his sister gently, he said softly:
"I won't lose you anymore, sister, everyone, never again."
"Uncle! Uncle Merlin!"
Probably I heard a voice from the door. Peter, who was 8 years old, rushed out of the room. He looked at Uncle Merlin who was standing next to Aunt Mei. He extended his hands happily. He shouted:
"I'm going to the park!"
"Okay! You can go wherever you want to play today!"
Merlin held out his hand and held Peter in his arms. He touched the child's hair. He said softly:
"Call your sisters Ruiwen and Sister Lorna, as well as Sister Daisy and Brother Matt. Let's go play together, shall we?
"Okay."
Little Peter clapped his hands and shouted, holding Merlin's neck:
"Uncle Merlin is the best!"
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