Chapter 237: Game pool (131+132+133)...

Armand woke up suddenly from his sleep. He sat on the side of the bed, sweating profusely, and took a breath for a while before he was relieved from the nightmare.
In other words, the nightmare reality is slowing down.
Armand shook his hand covered in cold sweat. The last scene in his dream was Mu Sicheng with his head falling on the ground and bleeding, and his pupils dilated.
The opponent's blood spread on the ground and merged with the pool of blood under his own body.
Armand sat on the edge of the bed blankly and recalled the dream just now, or his last life.
His brother Georgia is the captain of the three districts of the Heretic Administration. Since Armand has a sensible memory, he has been extremely busy. Because Georgia is engaged in a very dangerous job, he has a strong desire to protect Armand. Georgia is against Oman. De's every move is strictly planned.
For example, Georgia strictly prohibits Amand from entering the Heresy Bureau to engage in any work related to heretics.
But Armand is not convinced. The more Georgia does not allow, the more he wants to enter. The work of the Heresy Bureau is full of appeal in his eyes. This is his dream job of saving the world.
Armand, who admired his brother Georgia from an early age, yearned for the heresy administration more and more, and in adolescence, he rebelliously entered the training camp of the heresy administration directly.
This caused Armand and Georgia to quarrel for the first time. Armand made a fuss and finally got his wish.
And Georgia said to him coldly, Armand, you are a timid person, you cannot be cruel to the enemy, and if you do, you will be severely punished by fate.
Now think about it. In fact, what Georgia said was right, and Georgia was always right.
At that time, Armand had not been severely punished by fate, and he always had some unrealistic naive fantasies about the kindness of fate.
He entered the heretical administration with these innocence, and then was transferred to the safest heretical supervision department by Georgia, responsible for paperwork.
The depressed Armand counted all kinds of heretics boringly, seizing any opportunity to run to the most dangerous line, but every time he was spotted sharply by Georgia, and then more strictly controlled within the three district headquarters.
Armand felt an indescribable loneliness.
Since he grew up, Georgia has built a high protection wall around him to protect him from heresy. There is nothing in the wall, only himself, even Georgia stayed outside the wall cautiously, even eating. A layer of plastic cover prevents him from contaminating him.
And when he grew up, he still stayed in this wall, without even a single person to speak.
And soon this person appeared.
The three districts in charge of Georgia are the storage areas of high-risk heretics. The most dangerous and valuable heretics are stored. The strongholds of the three districts are generally in very confidential locations, and few people can detect them. Mu Sicheng, the natural enemy of the district, is an exception.
Mu Sicheng is the worst enemy of the three districts. This arrogant thief always makes a noise every time he patronizes the three districts. The team members of the three districts almost cut their brains to study the weakness of the haunting thief, trying to catch other side.
And after researching and researching, a little epidermis has been researched.
When Armand was stuffing bread in his mouth, he heard the team members next to him mention Mu Sicheng's background for the thousand and one time, and he rolled his eyes.
"Mu Sicheng's best friend died and now there is no way to cooperate with anyone, especially withdrawn, alone."
"He seems to mind this, he will get angry and out of control when he hears it. You can take advantage of this."
Armand held the bread in his mouth, and interjected in ambiguity, "How can a dead friend be considered a weakness"
He slapped himself on his chest with a hippy smile. "Unless you make him a living friend, that's a weakness. I think I'm pretty good. I can help you as a spy and be the thief's friend."
The team members knew that Armand was the captain’s younger brother, so he laughed and joked, "Do you know how this thief’s friend died?"
Amand shook his head honestly.
The team members scared him, "It was killed by Mu Sicheng himself. If you are friends with him, you might also be killed by him."
Armand was stunned and choked with the bread he swallowed.
That night, the red alert in the three districts rang.
Armand woke up in a daze from his sleep, and heard Georgia’s serious voice on the radio, "The whole district guards, Mu Sicheng, steals three heavy second-level red heretics and was hit in the waist by me. Now he loses the ability to move. A carpet search for all members of the internal escape"
"It can be killed on the spot when necessary"
The team members searched for the shot thief from room to room, with unconcealable joy on his face. This joy of success made Amand, who sneaked into the search team, was found by the team and turned a blind eye. Let it go one eye.
Armand followed the search excitedly, but after searching twice, he was found by Georgia. After being rebuked by Georgia, Armand rolled back to his room sullenly.
But when Amand returned to his room, he immediately noticed something was wrong, and something sneaked into his room.
Armand did not close the door when he left the dormitory. Although the visitors were very cautious, the room seemed to have not been passive, but Armand smelled a very strong smell of blood.
His heart thumped nervously.
Armand was very self-aware that he couldn't stop the opponent, so he pretended to find nothing, turned around and prepared to leave to inform others.
But the moment he turned his head, he was hooked with sharp claws by his throat. A tall man was gasping for rough air pressure on his body, grinning viciously, "It's sharp, my nose is as good as mine. You smell my blood, right?"
Armand's heart almost jumped out of his throat. He raised his hands and made a surrender gesture. Before he could speak, the man who was pressing on his shoulder slowly slipped down on his own.
Amand turned around in a daze.
He saw a young man about his age lying weakly in a pool of blood with monkey earphones on his head, gasping for breath.
This person was about to lose blood and was in shock, and Armand immediately realized this. He stared at Mu Sicheng who was lying in a pool of blood in a daze, and his mind was involuntarily echoing all kinds of background news he heard about this murderous thief.
I don’t have a friend, I’m alone, I can only talk to a follower behind him
Every time you steal something, everything you do is to please the latter and get the other side’s approval
It seems that the latter is about to expand the smuggling line recently, so Mu Sicheng visits the third district more and more frequently.
Armand thought that the other party would be a bad old man in his forties and fifty years old, but he didn't expect to be so young.
Blood spread into a pool of blood from under Mu Sicheng, his eyes curled up blankly, and instead of covering the wound, he used his injured abdomen to protect the three heretical boxes that he had stolen.
Armand's lips pressed into a straight line, he held the pistol behind his waist, then gritted his teeth and drew the gun to Mu Sicheng's head.
But no matter how he forced himself, Armand couldn't make it. His brother was right.
He has no way to shoot at such a living person, even if he knows that he is a heinous bad guy, but he can see in the eyes of the dying Mu Sicheng that he is eager to be alive, to be understood and recognized. That meager sustenance, longing.
At this time, his door was knocked.
Armand