Eden Warehouse District.
A three-story warehouse is filled with supplies and goods waiting to be transported to the central city. The third floor is the studio of the staff.
Fangweis was lying on a shelf. His breathing began to become short and his body was shaking slightly. The strong physical discomfort made him wake up quickly.
He opened his eyes with difficulty, and what he saw was the cargo boxes on the floor. He raised his head and propped himself up to sit up.
He took out a small pill bottle from his trouser pocket, quickly poured out a pill, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it, taking a deep breath for a moment before he recovered.
After he recovered, Fang Weiss began to look at this strange place carefully. He felt an inexplicable danger here, like being stared at by a pack of wolves in the forest.
When he was about to turn around and look for the exit, he found a man in a plaid shirt sitting on the steps looking at him.
After he saw the unkind look in the checkered man's eyes, he subconsciously took a few steps back. He wanted to find an exit elsewhere, but he didn't expect that there was a muscular man with a sinewy face standing behind him.
The muscular man was very tall. Fang Weiss, who was 184cm tall, was actually a head shorter than this muscular man. He was cutting the beef on his hands with a knife and occasionally putting one or two pieces into his mouth.
"Damn it." Fang Weiss secretly shook his head and took two steps back to the right, but he didn't expect that there was also a bald man on the right looking at him calmly.
Fangweis didn't want to communicate with them. These people had fierce looks on their faces. He just wanted to escape from this ghost place as soon as possible. He turned around and was about to run back when he found a brown-haired woman leaning on the railing and looking at him jokingly. .
It was her, the brunette who claimed to know her father.
"Did you sleep comfortably?" The brown-haired woman stared at Fang Weiss with a pair of evil eyes and said coquettishly.
"Who are you?" Fang Weiss slowly stepped back to distance himself from the brown-haired woman.
"I thought he would be a little stronger and not as thin as his father." An old man with white hair walked down the steps step by step with a cane.
"Old sir, I know you may know my father, but he abandoned me when he was six years old, and everything about him has nothing to do with me." Fang Weiss explained somewhat at a loss. The only person in the room who looked like this old man was is a normal person.
The old man came to Fang Weiss, took out a pistol from his waist and threw it to Fang Weiss. When Fang Weiss looked confused, the old man made a gesture behind him.
After seeing the old man's signal, the muscular man pushed a huge cabinet from the corner. The cabinet was ten meters away from Fang Weiss. When the cabinet was opened, a man covered in blood was found. The man's hands and feet were tied, and his lips were tied. Nailed together.
Looking at the man struggling in the closet, Fang Weiss looked at the gun in his hand. He had already had a premonition of what was going to happen, but how he hoped that this premonition was just his own random imagination.
"He betrayed your father, shoot him now." The old man's tone left no room for doubt.
Fang Weiss had never seen such a battle before. The previous scene in the convenience store was the most thrilling scene he had ever experienced in his life. This was completely different from the previous street fights in civilian areas.
"If you don't shoot in three seconds, I will shoot." The man put the gun against the back of Fang Weiss' head and turned on the gun's safety.
Fangweis's heart was about to beat out. His ears were filled with the sound of his own heart beating. He stared at the gun in his hand, almost suffocating with nervousness.
"One" the plaid man's cold voice came from behind.
Whether it was a muscular man, a bald man or a brown-haired woman, they all focused their attention on Fang Weiss.
As if sensing the murderous aura of the checkered man behind him and the serious looks on other people's faces, Fang Weiss finally compromised.
"Okay, okay" Fang Weiss raised his gun and pointed it at the man who was still struggling in the cabinet. He discovered how difficult it was to pull the trigger after aiming at someone.
The "two" grid man didn't give Fang Weiss any time to mentally build up.
Fang Weiss's forehead was already dripping with sweat, and his mentality was on the verge of collapse. At this moment, he still did not have the courage to pull the trigger.
The murderous intent of the "three" grid man has been locked on Fang Weiss.
"Bang bang bang" continuous gunfire sounded, and the man in the closet was beaten into a sieve.
"Pap" the pistol fell from Fang Weiss's hand and fell to the ground. He ran to the corner and squatted down. He tried his best to control himself not to think about the scene of killing just now.
"You couldn't do many things before today." The old man walked towards Fang Weiss with a cane.
"Just like your father, he wouldn't have thought that his appearance could bring hope to so many people." As he said that, the old man looked at the bald man, the muscular man and others.
"You'd better stay away from me." Fang Weiss stood up and took two steps back. He wanted to stay away from these people, these murderers, and these terrorists.
"My name is Zoro, and this is Alice." He pointed to the brown-haired woman next to him, and the brown-haired woman nodded towards Fang Weiss.
The muscular man is called Bill, the plaid man is called Nick, and the bald man who just pointed a gun at his head is called Lucas. These people in front of him are all leaders of the revolutionary army.
Fang Weiss understood that although it was called a revolutionary army, it was not actually an organized army, but an organizational form. Unlike some communities in civilian areas, it had faith and discipline.
"If I were you, I would sit down and drink a cup of coffee." The old man looked at Fang Weiss with concern.
"I think you are crazy. Bring me to your stronghold. I will not join you. My father has nothing to do with me." Fang Weiss did not think that the old man could let him go so easily.
"You clearly have the blood of justice and heroism in your body, but you are wasting your life by doing nothing, which is why you are crazy," the old man said seriously.
"It is clear that there is a lion locked up in my heart, and I have the key to open the cage in my hand, but I still have to endure oppression and pain. It is crazy to live boringly in this dark world."
"The gun you just used was the one your father used during his lifetime. The person you just killed was the traitor who betrayed your father. You should uphold your father's legacy and carry this banner."
"I can't do it." Fang Weisi's eyes were already wet. He didn't know whether he was frightened by what he saw in front of him, or whether he was moved and resonated with the old man's words.
"Your father was once one of us. He was a natural leader," the old man said slowly.
"What does that have to do with me?" Fang Weiss was a little excited. He felt that his destiny was not in his own hands. Since he came to the Garden of Eden, he had been caught in this dark storm. Don't want to be bound by the shackles of fate.
Sauron sighed, obviously he didn't expect Fang Weiss to be so resistant. For today's scene, they prepared for nearly a month, allowing Fang Weiss to live in the Garden of Eden and experience inhuman treatment, thus inspiring His dissatisfaction and injustice with it all.
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They didn't expect Fang Weiss to be able to endure all this because of his lack of food and salt. If a bounty hunter hadn't suddenly appeared, they would have been lurking in the side and secretly observing Fang Weiss.
"If mud can't hold up the wall, I don't believe in that so-called prophecy!" Lucas kicked over the trash can and said angrily.
Alice glared at Lucas, who angrily sat on the steps aside and sulked. Obviously Alice had a higher status among them.
"Two hundred years ago, a prophet predicted that only the blood of knights can bring light to the world." Alice put her hand on Fang Weiss's shoulder and said softly.
"I thought your father was the one who led us to the light, but his sacrifice told us that you are the real savior."
"Impossible, me?" Fang Weiss murmured and shook his head.
"Your father gave his life in exchange for the key to the door of light, and you are the one who holds the key to open the door," Alice said seriously.
"You are really mistaken. Your savior is of the blood of knights. Do you think I look like him?" Fang Weiss said with a mocking smile.
"The only recipient of the Knight Medal in the history of Tiangong is your ancestor Fang Mobei."
Every word Alice said was like a heavy hammer hitting Fang Weiss's heart. He had never heard that his ancestors had such an honor.
"Knight medal?" Fang Weiss was a little curious.
"The Medal of Knight is a military award in recognition of great sacrifices and contributions to the Tiangong. The Medal of Knight is awarded by the Ministry of Military Affairs. Those who possess this medal will receive the highest authorization for the Tiangong. Although they have no actual rights, they are military A symbol of departmental cohesion.”
Sauron explained to Fang Weiss word for word, "The prophet's prophecy has been circulating for two hundred years. Up to now, everything your father has done has confirmed this prophecy. He led the revolutionary army to survive from the cracks."
What they didn't expect was that when everyone thought that the leader was the one who led them to overthrow the rule of darkness, the leader told them that he was not, and that his mission was to find the key to the light for the savior.
"You were destined to join us," Nick, the plaid man, said.
Fang Weisi's eyes were already a little erratic. Everything was so real and traceable. Everything in front of him didn't seem fake. He didn't know what choice he should make. He only knew I need to calm down.
"You don't understand me at all" Fang Weiss lowered his head, he had never been so confused and helpless as now.
"You look like an eggplant beaten by frost," Alice couldn't help but joked as she looked at Fang Weiss's confused and sad look.
"Have you ever seen an eggplant as big as mine?" Fang Weiss rolled his eyes at Alice.
Alice smiled and curled her lips. A joke would often ease the tense atmosphere. At least Fang Weiss was no longer as resistant to them as he was at first.
Fang Weiss walked to the window and looked out the window, wondering how the Red Dust War Princess was doing, and whether she already knew that I was taken to the Revolutionary Army stronghold.
Hongchen Zhanji closed the window of the hotel room, and the whole room looked a little shabby under the dim light.
She took out a square storage device from her handbag. She knew that this storage device was a product of the military era three hundred years ago.
Three words were engraved on the side of the storage device. It was these three words that made the Red Dust Warrior regard this storage device as a treasure.
Engraved on it is Fang Shushu.