Only then did Luke begin to look around.
After just two glances, he understood the source of the sense of déjà vu in his mind.
The familiar basement, the familiar signs of destruction, the familiar... the white-haired man with the aura of a king.
The man who calls himself a paperhanger is a believer!
The other party was leaning against the concrete pillar just like he had done a few months ago. The last time they saw him, none of the five of them had been able to catch him.
Luke's heart skipped a beat and he immediately went into combat mode.
With his body slightly weakened by exhaustion and lack of food, he stood steadily at the door. He subconsciously used the door and wall beside him to create a semi-shelter to prevent the enemy from taking advantage of the situation to attack his right side.
"I mean you no harm."
Seeing that the other party was ready to fight, the white-haired man was not angry. Instead, he sneered and looked at the "opponent" in front of him as if he was a bug.
"Honestly, if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have to wait until now.
"You and your teammates didn't even notice that I dragged you into a dream..."
Luke listened to the other party's slightly sarcastic and humiliating words, but for some reason he felt that what the other party said made a lot of sense.
He wanted to refute, but felt that there was nothing he could say. He wanted to explode with the other party on the spot, but felt that he didn't have the ability to do so...
I struggled with my conscience for a long time, but in the end, nothing happened, which made my fighting spirit drop a little.
There was nothing that could be done about it. Luke, who had a reversed day and night cycle and no concept of time, had no idea what day it was. His brain could still be used for long-term thinking tasks, but it was completely incapable of tasks like combat, which required instant changes and thinking.
He thought about it, and finally put down his only hand, politely removing the translucent barrier created by his ability in front of him, indicating that he had no ill intentions.
"That's right."
The white-haired man looked like a sheriff in charge of teaching in the prison. His tone was meaningful, as if he was educating an impolite junior.
"You should thank us [believers]. If it weren't for us, you would still be being used as a knife."
Luke was speechless.
"Well, do you have any ideas? For ordinary people, when encountering such a thing, they should bow down and join our organization."
"No."
Luke subconsciously refused.
He had actually considered this matter a long time ago.
The other party did not kill him immediately. Besides what the doctor in the white coat whose face could not be seen said, that he wanted to use him as bait to fish, there was another point that Luke believed was that the other party wanted to absorb him.
Of course, he had a high opinion of himself at that time, and many logical problems were not fully sorted out, but now, he did not think that he was worthy of being recruited by the other party.
From the perspective of ability, with his original ability, he might not be able to defeat the unfathomable white-haired man in front of him, let alone the gray-haired boy who dragged him underground.
In terms of identity, from the next second when he was confirmed missing, the identity of this "parliamentary envoy" became a piece of waste paper and was no longer of any use.
The most important point is that I don’t want to be a tool in the hands of others anymore. That feeling is not pleasant.
This idea has nothing to do with the camp or the user. Luke doesn't want to join either the parliament or the believers now.
Thinking of this, Luke finally understood why he was so resistant to the other party's recruitment, even though the [believer]'s advances towards him were already very obvious.
After thinking through all this, Luke's own upbringing made him subconsciously add:
"Since [Believers] know me so well, you should be able to understand the reasons for my choice. I still hope you won't force me."
Lin Qingliu, who was leaning against the concrete pillar, nodded.
"I understand your thoughts, so what are your plans for the future?
"Of course, I'm just asking. I have no interest in helping you or hindering you."
Luke thought for a moment and said:
"I haven't thought about it yet, but since my father's death is related to the parliament, I have to settle the account."
"Okay, then there's one last thing."
"Please go ahead."
"I owe your father a favor. If you are willing to accept, I can give you a chance to awaken new abilities. Of course, this does not conflict with your current abilities, and it will not be like your right hand..."
"No need, sir."
Not sure if it was due to psychological trauma or his stubborn nature, Luke waved his left hand nonchalantly and said:
“I want to keep one hand for myself.
"Besides, I have abilities that were passed down from my father. I don't think I am any worse than others."
After saying that, he turned and walked forward. Although he couldn't find the exit, his intuition told Luke that turning around now would make him look like a coward.
The white-haired man shrugged nonchalantly.
"Okay, then I'll help you once if you need it."
After saying that, he threw something in Luke's direction.
Luke, whose senses had mostly recovered, did not look back. The lavender soft light shield had already wrapped the thing and delivered it to his hands.
He looked down and saw that it was the communicator that originally belonged to his father and was later given by his father to a mysterious person as a token of his love.
He subconsciously opened it and took a look, and found that in addition to the frequency band that was paired with his own, there was now a new frequency band added to the address book, which was obviously the "help" the other party mentioned.
Holding the reassuring token tightly in his hand, Luke turned around and found that the white-haired man had disappeared into the ruins of the underground laboratory.
Luke, whose lips were almost pale, raised his eyebrows. He suddenly remembered that he did not ask the other party how to leave here. He couldn't help but sigh slightly and look for a way out.
---
"goodbye."
"Goodbye."
“…”
Farewells were heard outside a prison in the inner city area. The five members of the "Nian" team passed the review and were officially released from the cell.
Because of the special location, none of the cell wardens who came to see him off dared to say stupid words like "Welcome back next time".
But at this moment of parting, beneath those smiling faces were sweating hearts.
They feel reassured that they made the right choice.
Fortunately, I didn’t cause any trouble to these five gentlemen!
Otherwise, they can kill themselves with just a flick of their fingers.
"Captain Nian, where are you going?"
A guy who had been getting along well with the team members during this period suddenly shouted loudly to the people who were walking away.
"Today everyone goes home to visit their families, and tomorrow we have an award ceremony to attend, and after that it will be normal training."
Hearing the new friend's question, "Mansheng", who is an extrovert by nature, turned around and answered.
Then the five people continued forward and disappeared around the corner of the road.
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