Late at night, in a quiet alley.
The smelly garbage was stirred, and Ciel poked his head out first, gasping for air, looking around, and heaving a sigh of relief when he found no one around.
Immediately afterwards, he pulled Constantine out of it, who was almost fainting.
His face was turned purple from the stench of garbage, and he was speechless for a long time after he came out.
After they escaped from the scene during the day, they thought they were safe and experienced another attack. Fortunately, this time it was just an accidental encounter. The other party had no time to contact a more powerful musician. The two escaped with Charles's skills as a musician.
To be precise, he jumped into a garbage truck and escaped.
Since then, it has been bumping along with the garbage truck, and then was dumped into this smelly alley a few hours ago.
After carefully checking that there was no one around and escaping, Charles couldn't help laughing. He smiled so happily that even the two rotten vegetable leaves on his face seemed to stretch out.
He touched his trouser pocket and took out a pack of shriveled cigarettes, the last two of which were cigarettes.
"Have one?"
Ciel rubbed his fingers and lit the flame.
Constantine took it weakly, but did not dare to inhale. He just panted tiredly, and his old lungs were like blowers about to burst.
Ciel has never experienced such profound aging in a person.
Not just physical, but also mental exhaustion, frustration, and despair.
"How many days have passed since we were released from prison?" he asked in a low voice.
"Two...ten days?"
Constantine nodded and said suddenly: "Calculating the time, it's enough."
"enough?"
Ciel was stunned.
Constantine laughed softly: "Twenty days are enough for Gaius to clean up the revolutionary army and uproot my people... These days, they have kept me under house arrest and not allowed me to learn about the outside world. Is that also for this?"
He paused, lowered his head, and smoked Charles's cigarette.
"It seems that Gaius really wants to kill me."
He whispered softly, and the smoke blurred his face, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.
Ciel was silent.
Perhaps Gaius had planned this from the beginning.
When he found Constantine blocking him, he had already made up his mind. I don't want to see him even for the last time. Even if this person is an old friend who has been with him through thick and thin for decades.
Since Constantine walked out of prison, he has been heading towards death.
Now that Tu Qiong had met, Constantine finally saw clearly where the road Gaius pointed out for him led to, but there was no hysteria and fear.
Just lost.
"fair enough."
Constantine said softly: "It saves me from making up my mind again and doing useless things... The result is already determined anyway, right?"
Ciel looked at him silently, then looked away.
He wanted to say some words of comfort, but both of them knew that words of comfort were useless. There was nothing he could do for Constantine, nothing he could say could change reality.
He couldn't even think of a joke to make the two of them happy.
All he could do was to look away and stop looking at his embarrassed look.
Great, everything is over now.
His undercover career was in ruins.
Constantine's efforts and hopes came to nothing.
Everyone seems to have fallen to the lowest point in life, the bottom of the abyss, with no way back.
In silence, Charles stubbed out his cigarette and got up from the ground.
"Mr. Constantine," he said, "how are you resting?"
Constantine shook his head, "I can barely walk."
"That's going to be terrible. You have to run."
Ciel smiled bitterly: "Otherwise, we might die here tonight."
Before he finished speaking, there were trivial footsteps outside the smelly alley. Amidst the sound of steel rubbing against each other, iron boots were running on the ground, and the chill spread from the clanging sound.
Charles pulled up Constantine and rushed deeper into the alley, but after taking two steps, he found in despair: there was a high wall in front of him.
He looked at Constantine silently, his eyes hopeful.
"I know what you are thinking." Constantine sighed: "But look at me, a bad old man, even if he really knows how to climb walls, can I still pull you?"
Ciel said: "It's good if you can run out."
"forget it."
Constantine smiled tiredly, leaned against the wall, and sat down on the ground: "I have been running away all my life, and my back is covered with scars. Let me leave a wound on my chest before I die."
Charles smiled bitterly, bent down, and picked up a stone from the ground, but after thinking about it, he threw the stone down helplessly.
What's the point of holding a stone
I hope it can hit someone, so why not be more careful and give yourself a good time
He also leaned against the wall and sat next to Constantine, the two of them looked at each other in silence.
Footsteps were approaching.
Then there was a roar.
The wall behind him turned into powder in the thunder, and several figures jumped out from it like the wind. His men pushed the two of them to the ground mercilessly.
"Don't move!"
A cold voice sounded, and immediately, the blade was pressed against their necks.
Immediately afterwards, Ciel saw that the people who attracted their attention outside also rushed in and occupied the entire alley.
Not the revolutionary army!
Charles was stunned at first, then overjoyed.
—That’s the garrison of the Holy City!
The dozen or so soldiers were armed to the teeth and thoroughly cleaned the entire alley, but there was still no sign of slack.
Soon, the surroundings ensure safety. The leader of the team sheathed his sword, said hello to the man in black holding the two men down, and then walked away consciously.
Ciel subconsciously looked behind him, and saw only a dazzling etheric light, and the palm pressing on his shoulder. The cufflinks had a special style, which seemed familiar.
It is the symbol of the silent agency.
It's safe!
He breathed a sigh of relief, almost to tears.
He was already prepared to die in this sewer alley, but he didn't expect that at the critical moment, the silent mechanism would appear from the sky.
Thank God!
Thank God!
"We found them."
A voice seemed to be reporting from the top: "Yes, he is with Constantine. Well, everything is safe. There is no other danger for the time being. We will take them back... Okay..."
Ciel made no resistance and allowed them to shackle him.
Even if the undercover plan fails, at least he can survive, and the Silent Agency will have no excuse to cause trouble for him. Even if he was imprisoned for the rest of his life, it would be better than continuing to be an undercover agent or dying in this sewer alley.
However, Constantine's situation does not seem to be very good.
He is getting older.
After running so far and escaping for so long, I was so nervous that I finally relaxed. I was frightened and stimulated. When several musicians broke through the wall and entered, I fainted.
Or rather, they do so on purpose.
Fortunately, after examination, his life was fine.
The leader of the team obviously knew Ciel's identity before setting off. Although he didn't say it explicitly, he was not too harsh on him in any way. Even the handcuffs were loose.
"Thanks for your hard work."
As they passed each other, the man patted him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear.
"No matter where you are, just try your best."
Ciel subconsciously put on a smile and was about to make a few nonsense words like "They all work for the Holy City" when he felt something warm being poured into his mouth.
is blood.
Ciel was stunned.
Then, in front of him, the leader's head exploded.
A huge hole appeared on his forehead.
Through the hole, he could see a ghostly figure emerging from the darkness among the corpses everywhere.
The figure slowly retracted his fingers, and destructive ether fluctuations arose around him.
As a result, all things were distorted by the movement of the heart sound.
Distortion level!
Another distortion level!
As the old saying goes - misfortune never comes singly.
Immediately afterwards, behind them, above their heads, and even under their feet, there were faintly terrifying ether fluctuations spreading.
The revolutionary army has spent all its resources to kill them.
Four distortion-level musicians!
In just an instant, the soldiers of the garrison and the musicians of the silent organization fell to the ground.
Now, they were alone again.