As time passed by, the civil war in the restaurant gradually became fierce. At the beginning, the infected anger gradually faded as they were knocked down and got up and continued to fight. In the end, most of the prisoners even I didn't know why I waved my fist at first.
On the one hand, the prisoners who hated Building No. 2 completely turned to Ruan Xiangyuan because Ryan's behavior of backing Leiqie was too much, while the prisoners on the other side, they supported Ryan only because in their minds, the Absolute Wing Pavilion was like this A simple and rough place - just follow the superiors, and compared to the intrigues and deceptions of the outside world that they saw through before entering this prison, after entering the Absolute Wing Pavilion, they don't want to think about it.
People are lazy.
This environment, which mostly speaks with fists, after they got used to it after passing through the first rookie period, with the passage of time day by day, they almost fell in love with it deeply.
Live simply and brutally.
Therefore, when people have been in a fixed environment for a long time and are always driven by it, once their lives are about to change, they will become extremely afraid of the unknown future.
It doesn't matter whether the person under the fist lives in the cell opposite to him and greeted him when he got up this morning, or the high-level person in the cell above him that he envied—or even the roommate in the opposite bed. When the rules and regulations disappeared together, the surrounding area was covered with blood and unknown flesh, every breath stimulated their brains, and the sound of heavy breathing and wailing became the most primitive driving force. They raised their fists high and smashed them down heavily, just because the momentary confusion in their hearts seemed to have a vague direction of belief...
Some prisoners who had maintained a neutral attitude from the very beginning were the most sober part of the scene.
"—why swing the chair at Lesrod's head?"
"Because he's on Lane's side
. "
"—I remember you were neutral, Gad, why didn't you support the King's side?"
"Because there should always be a king who can stand up and speak for us," the prisoner named Garter replied blankly, "Today is a clown, and no one can guarantee that if you stand by and stand by, tomorrow you will be killed by someone from the second building." Could it be me who was humiliated in front of the king of my own building?"
"...Very good, you've passed." A smile appeared on the corner of Hawkeye's lips. He turned his body slightly, and gracefully gestured towards the passage that was originally blocked by him, "Please come."
Hawkeye's hand was slightly opened, at a sixty-degree angle to the ground, and the palm was naturally flat.
In the direction he pointed, there is a corridor, and at the end of the corridor is the door leading to the restaurant kitchen of the Absolute Wing Restaurant—
Yes, Ruan Xiangyuan and the others used the white sparrow to drag Ryan, and then immediately occupied the most favorable position in the entire restaurant. When they sat silently, most of the prisoners present did not even realize that a little.
Finally, when they were tired from fighting and exhausted their physical strength, and hoped to find a place to drink water or eat a bite of bread, they were surprised to find that the door of the restaurant was locked from the outside, and the crowd was unavoidable. After the confusion, it took a while for anyone to remember that they were in the dining room, and that the kitchen could provide them with energy for at least one meal.
However, it was too late by this time.
When the prisoners flocked towards the kitchen, they were surprised to find that the door leading to the kitchen had been tightly blocked by several high-level executives under Ruan Xiangyuan, and the 28th-floor high-level Eagle Eye was standing Behind these highly skilled prisoners, they looked at them from the gap and smiled cheaply.
As a result, the prisoners who were huddled together a second ago finally calmed down. In order to get food and water, at this moment they had to line up in a messy line, clutching various wounds and applying to enter the already closed prison. The kitchen occupied by Ruan Xiangyuan's side—only those high-level executives who absolutely supported Ryan and their men huddled in another corner of the restaurant, and as soon as they figured out the situation, they seized the position of the sink in the restaurant Back, the water source is not a problem for them, they can even pick up a pack or two of instant coffee scattered among the ruins of the restaurant, but the real problem is that some prisoners are bleeding in rivers, they need bandages, and they need food —
Even need to leave the restaurant immediately
.
At this moment, the handsome young man was sitting on a chair that was rarely in good condition. He was holding a broken cup with some hot water in his hands. Those green pupils were as green as lake water, and there was no trace of warmth in them. It swept across the faces of the prisoners who could be described as ashamed.
Ryan lowered his head, from the beginning to the end, his eyes were like a puppet, without any emotions—anxiety, guilt, anger, jealousy, regret, none of these emotions existed.
He just sat there without any movement. When Leibart limped and handed him a cup of hot water, he obediently reached out to take it. Of course he didn’t thank you, but he didn’t refuse either. He just continued to be in a daze—such a king, In the eyes of those high-level subordinates under him, he looks like a defeated rooster without the slightest fighting spirit, which is chilling.
In fact, they were all wrong.
Lane doesn't talk, just because he doesn't know what else to say—
To be precise, he couldn't understand why he made himself so miserable.
Isn't the Jueyin Pavilion a place where the weak eat the strong
Isn't the king the one who has the hardest fist
Why do some people resist on occasions other than the king's battle after becoming a king
The reactions of the prisoners in Building No. 3 were not at all the same as what Rachel had said before.
Why are the prisoners on other floors so obedient
Why
"-why?"
The young man raised his chin, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked out through the window above his head with some erratic eyes—it was probably noon, and the sun outside was just right. Ryan's long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, but at this moment, his keen senses told him that someone was approaching him—at this moment, the alert system of the boy's whole body tensed instantly as if it was completely activated Getting up, however, he relaxed again the first second he figured out who the person approaching was.
He turned his head and looked at Leibart with a bruised nose and a swollen face expressionlessly.
The latter smiled wryly at him, a little confused that it was also a fight, why there was nothing wrong with Ryan's face—but those bastards seemed to be fighting in his face
. Leibart bent down, grabbed a box of tissues from the ground and hugged it in his arms, grinning and wiping the wound on his face, while scanning Ryan from the corner of his eye. After making sure that the other party had no obvious expression of resistance, he finally Slowly said: "Boss, I have a question that I have wanted to ask you for a long time."
"Huh?" Ryan glanced at him inexplicably.
Leibart raised his head subconsciously, and glanced at the prisoners who were entering the back kitchen of the restaurant one after another—this seemed to just show that the number of prisoners who were going to stand on their side was gradually decreasing.
Leibart looked back at the face of a prisoner whose nose was broken and was bleeding non-stop: "Why didn't you help the clown when he had an accident in the restaurant?"
"Clown?" Ryan raised his eyebrows, "Why should I help him?"
Leibart: "…"
Ryan twisted his face away: "As I said, I never do business at a loss."
Leibart was silent. Just when he didn't know what to say, he was surprised to hear the young man sitting next to him add slowly: "Hawkeye... that's what they taught me."
At such times, Lebart almost bit his tongue when he heard the name of his arch-enemy.
But Ryan seemed very indifferent to his shock. He seemed to be completely immersed in his own thinking, and he just said mechanically in a numb voice, as if he was reciting some strange book: "Never To make a loss-making transaction, when you are sure that the other party cannot provide you with the benefits you can see, don't meddle in other people's business, just do your own thing well... "
Leibart: "…"
"Because the clown belongs to Ruan Xiangyuan, he can't be used by me, so I won't help him."
So, in the incident just now—this guy only saw the existence of the clown? Never even thought about what kind of impact it would have behind it? How can it be!
At this time, Ryan was still reciting his strange rules that instilled his entire life—only when he was reciting these, did Ryan's beautiful lake-green pupils seem to shine into the sunlight outside the window, allowing him to see Looks like a creature or something.
"When you decide to trust a person, trust him, obey him, and follow all his instructions to take the next step, even if you occasionally have doubts in your heart and clamor 'this is wrong' in your mind, but for a long time, teach us these things People's "teachers" all require this, even if it is repeated brainwashing, they will eventually succeed in making the body act before the brain responds
. "
Ryan's voice was not too loud, but it was enough to be heard clearly in the ears of every prisoner present in the quiet corner of the restaurant at this time—
Most of the prisoners in the Absolute Wing Hall have seen the world.
They know that everyone has their own way of life and belief - it's just that when they hear that their ruler lives like a puppet, and seems to accept the fact that he is a puppet, he is happy and happy. When I was in it, I still felt a little creepy.
Is this how the legendary top killer organization "Red" cultivated excellent killers
"So you handed over the decision-making power of Building No. 3 to Leiqie without any scruples?"
"Yes," Ryan lowered his head. "He is very strong, stronger than Hawkeye. He was the last mission I performed—I failed that time because my partner made a mistake in decision-making."
"partner?"
"To be precise, they are the connectors. They have arranged everything, interpersonal relationships, fake identities, fake backgrounds—and then we just need to do it." Ryan smiled, and suddenly felt that he was sitting here talking to other science popularization organizations It’s a bit funny—he would never dare to do it outside, the young man thought for a while, and then said slowly, “The matter was suppressed by the organization, I was punished, but I didn’t die—since then, I will never forget the power of that man... To be precise, the first second that man stood in front of me, I knew he was someone I could obey."
Leibart shook his head: "You've been lied to—if Rachel wanted you to be king, you would never be where you are today."
At this moment, in Leibart's words, he has unconsciously put himself and the boy in front of him at the same height. In the words, it is just a very calm statement, and it is no longer like before, like Subordinate reports to superiors.
"He's very cunning," Ryan lowered his head, "Like Boss Hawkeye, they are all cunning people..."
With that said, Ryan stood up
.
The prisoners around didn't know what he was going to do, they just looked at him without saying a word.
Then they saw Ryan, like an agile monkey, running along the nothing wall, as if he had suddenly realized how to fly over the eaves and walls, he rushed up to the wall with a height of four or five meters, and then with an elbow He hit the lock slot on the window edge hard, and accompanied by the sound of the lock breaking with a click, the young man shrunk his body into a small ball under the shocked eyes of everyone, and then nimbly squeezed out of the impossibly small window——
Ryan became the first person to escape in the entire restaurant.
It's just that at the scene, there probably won't be another person with the ability to climb such a high wall with bare hands.
"Where are you going?" Leibart asked, standing under the wall.
"Go to Leiqie," Ryan replied blankly, "Apply for rescue, if you can't hold on anymore, just go to Ruan Xiangyuan and surrender, it doesn't matter."
After saying that, the boy completely disappeared into the restaurant.
…
At this moment, Ruan Xiangyuan was squatting on a chair, with a calm expression on his face, and Kaka quickly straightened the crooked nose of a crying prisoner.
Next to him was the pope who was desperately stuffing bread into his mouth. When he was busy choking himself to death, he didn't forget to stuff the same food into the mouth of the clown sitting opposite him with a confused face. Said: "Eat, you will have the strength to beat those bastards when you are full."
"I don't beat people." The clown angrily pulled the bread out of his mouth.
The Pope was taken aback, and after thinking for a while, he said very irresponsibly: "Then it takes effort for you to stand by and watch me beat someone up. Stop talking nonsense and eat as soon as you are told!"
Ruan Xiangyuan couldn't take it anymore, turned his head and said, "What a fart", and when he grabbed the gauze used by the restaurant master to steam buns and tore it into strips to bandage a strong man who was bleeding profusely, Hawkeye opened the door and left After entering, the black-haired young man glanced back at him, then returned his attention to the work at hand, and asked without looking back, "What happened?"
"A good news and a bad news." Hawkeye said with a smile.
"Listen to the good news
. "
"Ryan and the others probably can't hold it anymore."
"What about the bad news?..." Ruan Xiangyuan paused, then suddenly said, "Suddenly I don't want to know the bad news, so don't tell me, just hide it yourself."
Hawkeye: "..."
The clown pushed the pope away and pushed the glasses that had slipped onto the bridge of his nose: "What's the bad news?"
Hawkeye shrugged: "The talents our organization cultivates are too good, so although the brain is not very good, physical confinement obviously can't stop Ryan, and he ran out."
"..." Ruan Xiangyuan sneered, "Well done, it's okay if I don't thank you for your hard work, right? Hawkeye."
"He went to find Rachel." The smile on the corner of Hawkeye's lips became clearer, "It's like a lost lamb who finally broke through the predicament and went to find his salvation—you said, as the god in his heart , will Rachel give him salvation?"
"No, because Lei Qie is not a god." Ruan Xiangyuan said expressionlessly, but his subordinates couldn't help but increase the strength of bandaging others. After thinking about it, he added viciously, "At best, he is a psychopath." .”
When they had this conversation, the kitchen was full of people.
"This civil war looks to be over early, puppy."
"Well?"
"Ryan is the ace killer I trained by myself." Hawkeye leaned lazily against the edge of the cabinet, and said slowly, "I am very surprised that the killers in the organization can show betrayal, but, I Don't think this kid will surprise me a second time—when the object of Ryan's inner 'obedience' shows his true face, he will be completely destroyed."
"Don't feel bad?"
"I was betrayed," Hawkeye finally stopped laughing, "Do you know how much it costs to raise an obedient killer?"
"I don't know, don't tell me, I don't want to be killed."
Hawkeye shrugged, his gaze swept back and forth on the back of Ruan Xiangyuan's pair of white hands that had never stopped treating him, and suddenly said: "I'm really looking forward to that man's answer, how about you?"
"Well
. "
…
Surprisingly, at this very moment, the ruler of Building No. 2 did not stay in the conference room with his senior officials at this critical moment. Instead, he was holding a flashing tablet computer, and the whole Aggrieved, he shrank on the bay window that seemed too small for him, his blue pupils stared out of the window for a moment, in a daze.
—At least that's what Uncle Spart saw when he brought the news to Rachel.
No one knows what the man is thinking at this time, but in the eyes of Uncle Sparte, the man's side face looks peaceful and elegant at this time, and his broad shoulders are relaxed on the side of the bay window. A person entered, but there was no response.
Uncle Sparte paused for a moment, wanting to know for a moment what was in the tablet computer that Lei Qie was holding carefully in his arms, what was worthy of being treated like this by a man.
When the man leaning against the window turned his head and stared at him calmly with those blue pupils, the uncle remembered his purpose of appearing in the king's cell—thus, he took Ryan downstairs As well as the boy's intentions, he told the king in front of him one by one.
Rachel heard this, but didn't respond much.
The man's slender fingertips slowly swipe across the tablet computer in his arms, suddenly raised his head to look at Uncle Sparte, and asked a strange question very seriously: "Uncle Sparte, do you believe that the crane repays the favor?" Will the story really happen?"
"Ah?" Uncle Spatt blinked a little bit out of his train of thought, "Isn't that a fairy tale?"
"kindness."
The man responded, and without warning, suddenly, a gentle smile appeared on that handsome and indifferent face.
"But I believe it." Rachel said seriously, "It seems that it really happened..."
"..."
"Ah, by the way," the man moved his eyelids, turned his face away and looked out the window, "Tell Ryan, I still seem to be a little hot, and I can solve my own affairs by myself.