He used a higher voice, no longer whispering, as if a high-pitched voice could give him great determination.

only……

Following such a sound, the team that was originally moving forward at a fast pace suddenly stopped.

Although it returned to normal immediately, there was no sound on the way back.

The silence is disconcerting.

At least Griffin was flustered, and he also felt empty inside.

Jason is dead.

Edward is dead.

Little Banxi is dead.

I'm still alive, isn't it good?

We met by chance, and although we had some friendship, it was just a friendship forced by circumstances. At worst, after they die, I will live on carrying their wishes.

Needless to say, Jason definitely wanted to eat more delicious food.

Edward?

emmmm, it should be about getting a girlfriend... right?

Little Banxi?

He has always wanted to stock up on a few heavy artillery pieces, and he could do it with a little effort and more money.

In the days to come, I will eat delicious food, have various girlfriends, and accumulate all kinds of firepower. Isn't it good to live like this?

Griffin kept imagining such days in his mind.

But in his opinion, this should be a beautiful day, but it has no color.

All that is left is black and white.

There was only silence.

In a world without color and sound, each image is like a puppet, lifeless at all.

On the contrary, those days when he was bickering with little Bensi, being pushed to the ground and rubbed by Edward, and trembling under Jason's eyes, were full of colors and pleasant sounds.

He longed for days like this.

Instead of retreating into the "gutter" and continuing to live a deceiving and abducting life.

tread!

Griffin, who was mixed in the "Fishbone Street" team, suddenly stopped.

Then, he turned around and ran back.

At a faster speed than when we came.

"Griffin!"

"Griffin!"

There were shouts from the crowd, but Griffin did not look back at all. His friend was in the military camp, how could he turn back? Even a step slower would make him feel uncomfortable.

A man.

Always such an impulsive creature.

In the heat of the moment, you will always do irrational things.

The corners of Griffin's mouth couldn't help but turn up, and he couldn't suppress his smile.

At this moment, he was relaxed and happy.

You may regret it later.

But now?

He just wanted to go back to the military camp.

Then?

Live and die together.

Tread, step.

Amidst the rapid footsteps, Edward, who was starting to lay landmines in the military camp, suddenly felt his eyes darken. When he looked up, he saw Griffin gasping for air due to the rapid movement.

Surprise and astonishment flashed across Edward's eyes.

Then, it turned into a smile.

"We are Xinde City F4, of course we can't just have three left."

Griffin said this.

"Yes, the Punisher!"

Edward corrected.

Griffin had already run to the weapons warehouse.

Of course, it was impossible for a team of a hundred people to move out all the weapons warehouses in this military camp. He walked straight to the place where the mortars were placed. This kind of artillery was loved by the residents of "Fishbone Street" and was almost wiped out.

But there are still two doors left.

There are also two boxes of ammunition.

Griffin shouldered them all and ran directly outside.

"Leave one door open for me."

Edward said as Griffin passed by.

"Um."

Griffin nodded and left a mortar and an ammunition box.

Then, keep moving forward.

Edward once again dug holes and laid mines.

The military camp is a place that the tank regiment must enter. These mines will greatly delay the opponent's time and buy more time for Xinde City.

There's only so much he can do.

The rest?

He didn't expect it.

I don’t want to think about it either.

His friends and partners have already gone to the battlefield.

Next, it's his turn.

Carrying the mortar and ammunition box, Edward turned and rushed towards the battlefield.

boom!

The shell exploded again behind me.

Jason was unhurt, but his heart ruptured again.

This is the third time it has broken!

After a large amount of physical strength was lost and his heart was overwhelmed, Jason's [Charge] turned into a real desperate charge.

Fortunately, however, he was already within easy reach of the chariot regiment.

Likewise, the dangers have skyrocketed.

The tank regiment's shells may be a little slow

But the firepower network composed of machine guns is layer after layer.

Quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes.

Jason knows this.

But this was the first time he experienced this.

In front of him, more than 5 machine guns were firing, which not only completely blocked his way forward, but also made his dodge more and more difficult. To make matters worse, the tank regiment was changing formations. More by then

The machine gun must be included in it.

At this time, there is no need to hesitate.

Jason was ready to charge again and break through this fire net.

And at this moment——

squeak!

boom!
To be continued...