"Are you still a prisoner in the tide of time? Won't using that characteristic too much damage your life? Have you gotten used to being a dog? Or do you think you should collapse in one control task after another, so that you can live a valuable life?"
“Teacher.” Bamke took a deep breath, and after much consideration, finally revealed the purpose of his trip: “Eoubs asked me to deliver a letter to you.”
Joseph sighed, looked at him, and then opened his palm, extending it towards Bamke: "The letter of release? Give it to me."
No one answered, but the item was handed to the old man.
A special operations officer's pardon certificate, personally approved by the head of the Eoubs headquarters in the Americas, is a nationally valid immunity certificate.
At this moment, it is firmly held in the hands of B05, who has been imprisoned for several years.
He was quite certain that those people in America never intended for Joseph to live a peaceful life. In their eyes, when someone shines brightly and stands out from the crowd, the next step is naturally to destroy them.
Everything in the world is nothing but a ridiculous fairy tale to them. As long as the consumables provide enough value, that's enough. Even if they're destroyed, they can just find the next one.
Joseph, on the other hand, is the kind of dangerous creature that can backfire.
Despite its lethality, it was perfect as a weapon to suppress other Eoubs divisions.
"This letter contains information on several operatives who are on the death list."
Bamke was silent for a moment before saying, "Teacher, you'll know the details after you read this."
Even if that includes you?
“Yes.” He paused, his face devoid of any emotion, a seriousness devoid of any sense of humor or regard for life or death: “Even including me.”
Five minutes later.
Joseph tore up the envelopes he had read, threw them all into the wine, then raised his champagne glass and downed them.
For a long, long time.
Bamke gazed at him, his teacher who had taught him for many years. Behind him appeared a desolate landscape that seemed like a hallucination, filled with rotting corpses, a boundless sea of blood, and mountains of dead heads, truly like a natural disaster that enveloped everything.
"I'm sorry, Bamker."
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