Why it never ends

Chapter 389 Return
Li Ke quietly dodged behind the two men, this time she still had no difficulty strangling them by the throat, and quickly made them incapable of fighting.

"Hey, how are you?" She knelt down and asked Agnes, "Can you hear me?"

Agnes who was lying on the ground barely raised her head, she stared blankly at the motionless man beside her, "...are they all dead?"

"Don't talk nonsense," Li Ke said softly, "It should just pass out."

Agnes looked at Rico, Hesta and Anna, and shed tears for a moment.

Agnes was in such a mess at the moment, which made Hesta feel a little sympathetic.Her right cheekbone was bruised and purple, and her left eye was completely swollen. When she opened her mouth to speak, her blood-stained teeth were exposed, not to mention the trauma left by many punches and feet on her body.

"Don't cry," Li Ke patted Agnes' shoulder lightly, "Stand up first, and turn your back."

Agnes cooperated with Rico's body search without saying a word.

After confirming that there was no weapon on Iger, Li Ke leaned over to search the tactical vests and pockets of the two men. These men in gray-blue camouflage were better equipped than those thorn monks in pullovers. The caliber of their rifles Fully consistent, so the bullet is completely universal.In addition, Li Ke also found a few small grenades and some clip strips, which she put into her pockets.

"Hey, Jane, look what this is—" Lico suddenly found that one of them had a gun stuck behind his ass, and that was the silver Beretta.

"It's mine!" Agnes said hastily.

"I remember that the gun should be in Meyer's hands," Hesta looked at the gun, "Where's Meyer, isn't she with you?"

"She...don't worry, she's safe now."

"you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Agnes looked at Hesta, "but you don't want me to tell her where—"

"Fine, because I'm not interested either."

Li Ke smiled helplessly, "Tell us about the situation outside now, do you understand?"

"Mr. Gobelin had an accident..." Agnes whispered, "He was detained in the gas power room by the Briar Monks, and they forced him to tell the whereabouts of the Guide..."

"Is it the "Guide" mentioned in the boarding instructions?"

Agnes nodded silently, and after a while, she asked in a low voice, "...Can you go rescue people with me?"

“救谁，戈培林？”

"Correct."

"...It's hard to say," Li Ge glanced back, "It's not bad that our current team can protect itself."

"I remember that there were only twelve Briar Monks and Bree on board," Hesta frowned. "By noon today, two of them were dead and one was injured, and almost half of the rest were ten." A young man of four or five years old—how was Gobelin kidnapped by them?"

"Part of the crew was theirs," Agnes replied softly, "there was one named Saunders Rand, who commanded the rest of the Briar Priests after Bree fell, and he himself brought boat people."

"Sanders Rand..." Hesta said the name for a while, "Oh, I know who he is."

"Then it's okay to accompany me back to the Aviation Museum," Agnes said with a trembling voice, "The "Guide" is over there."

Rico didn't answer right away, she walked to Hesta's side, and the two discussed something in a low voice.Agnes heard some key words and speculated that they should be discussing whether they should go back.

Agnes held her right hand nervously in front of her chest, and the thumb nail dug deeply into the flesh of her palm. She waited for Hesta's answer, and her eyes always fell on Hesta and Rico's shoulders.

Suddenly, her eyes glanced at Anna inadvertently, and the moment her eyes met, Agnes shivered—this woman who had been sitting in a wheelchair was staring at her intently, her eyes were scorching hot and cold at the same time. Yes, as if it could directly penetrate her.

Maybe it's because of the wrinkles between Anna's brows and around her mouth that make her gaze look particularly deep, or maybe it's because of the silence that makes Anna's smile look meaningful, but in short, her gaze seems to carry a certain definite meaning:
you are lying.

Agnes was taken aback by this thought, she shuddered all over and quickly looked away, but when she calmed down and looked at Anna again, this quiet middle-aged man had a smile on his face. With a shallow smile, her expression is gentle, even polite and friendly...

The chilling gaze just now seemed to be just an illusion of Agnes.

"Where is the "Guide" you mentioned in the museum?" Lico asked.

Agnes's reaction was half a beat slow, her face suddenly burned up, and her words became stumbling, originally everything was seamless, but she suddenly felt for no reason that the woman in the wheelchair had seen everything. It aroused her anxiety, which prevented her from dictating the lines she had prepared as freely as before.

"...inside the figurehead. That's the copy left by Mr. Goebbels, and there's another copy in the prop safe at the Grace Theater..."

Agnes's voice was getting lower and lower, and even she could hear something wrong in herself-her shaking was worse than before.

Hesta stared at Agnes' face, "What's wrong with you?"

"...I," Agnes hugged her arms tightly, "is a bit cold."

Rico took off his leather jacket and draped it over Agnes' back.

Suddenly, frequent paging came from the walkie-talkies of the two thorn monks who fell on the ground. Someone kept asking certain two numbered team members to call back, but there was still no answer.

"It's not good to delay any longer. It's better to move forward and back than to stand here all the time." Li Ge stepped forward and turned the volume of the two walkie-talkies to the lowest level, "Others will come soon."

Agnes clenched her hands, "Then we..."

"Go back and have a look."

"Wait!" Agnes walked quickly in front of Lico, blocking her way, "The pistol...give it back to me, it was left to me by my sister!"

"Give it back to her," said Hesta without looking back.

……

The four of them returned to the exit of the Aviation Museum. At this moment, the interior of the museum was silent. The group of people who were aggressive before seemed to have evacuated, and no one left a warning.

This really aroused the suspicion of Lico and Hesta, but when they thought of the thorny monk who tried to open the lock violently with a pistol, they felt that all this was reasonable-these people really lacked training, and for them, guns were more like A more lethal toy than a life-saving mechanical companion.

(End of this chapter)