The atmosphere around the campfire was stagnant, and the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground could almost be heard, the branches were crackling and burning, and sparks rose up, passing Rosie's astonished eyes.

The killer's eyes lingered between them, from surprise to deep thought, to sudden realization, his facial muscles twitched, as if he was suppressing a burst of laughter; Piper's eyes widened, and it was clearly written on his face, "Why do you allGay", the venison on the fire had not been turned over for a long time, the underside was charred black and gave off a burnt smell.

Rosie finally understood Parisa's subtle attitude towards him, which was admiration.No, it's not just envy, but also mixed with more extreme emotions. The translucent green eyes looked at him, as if staring at a personal item.

In the past ten years, Parisa said goodbye to the glass-like mansion and the violin, but a person always has something he loves and is so persistent that he is crazy about it. Today, he is Parisa's glass house, and he is the violin.

Relying on the conditions he could not refuse, the other party wanted to hold him in his hand and play, making a bewitching sound.

Rosie closed her eyes, feeling a nameless fire in her heart, trying her best to suppress the impulse, so as not to punch that handsome face—he is not an inanimate object, human dignity cannot be usedIn exchange for any price, even during the days when he was a bionic man, he was not forced to do any humiliating things.

Parisa was still watching him with a smile on her face, playing with the silver dagger in her hand. Rosie was upset, but she didn't realize that the other party's fingers had been inadvertently cut a few bloody mouths, and Parisa was temporarily lost due to excessive nervousness.Pain.Rosie was just spinning her thoughts quickly, thinking about the consequences of saying no.

It is absolutely impossible for him to agree to the other party, but if that happens, the negotiation will fail. Not only the killer and Piper, but the entire East 3 will have to enter a confrontation with East 4.The division of the east and the civil war in the second district, this is the result of Robert's dream of waking up with laughter. Rosie can almost predict the further actions of the old fox: to provide financial assistance to Victor, instigate him to attack the east, and then wait until both sides lose, and easily send troops to occupy the second district.

Consider the tragedy of God's Residence.Rosie lowered her eyes and clenched her fingers tightly. Is she really willing to let the second district become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood?As long as he sacrifices his dignity alone, he can get...

"I'm not happy." He suddenly raised his head, looked directly at Parisa, and said firmly, "There is no room for negotiation on this matter, you don't really think I can't get everything back without your help, do you?"? If you're not going to change your mind, we'll stop there."

When Parisa heard his answer, there seemed to be a deep gap in the smiling mask, and then more smiles came out of the gap, perfectly covering up the loss.He put away the dagger, and said in a casual tone, "I want you to cooperate with my actions. Since I am required to help find the lock of the brain, this operation must be directed by me."

He continued after the word "you" and changed his words smoothly, as if what he just said was a wisecrack, the so-called burning possessiveness was just Rosie's hallucination, "Before getting the lock of the brain, East 3'sThe power should also be at my disposal, including the three of you, is it okay? Of course, I will not issue excessive orders."

After that, he glanced at Rosie with a half-smile.Rosie was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect the other party to give in so easily, and only asked for the command once, which couldn't be called a price at all.

"As for why I am in command," Parisa explained unhurriedly, "In the deep layer of the Illusory Sea system, which is what you call the 'Lost City', East 4 has established a temporary base. A week agoMy intelligence agency discovered that the Cesina government was exploring there, and since then East 4 has also joined the search for the brain lock, and has exchanged fire with the government many times."

He propped his elbows on his knees, lazily resting his fingers on the side of his face, "It's a dangerous place, believe me, you need a commander who is familiar with the environment."

"Why hasn't there been similar news from my intelligence department?" Piper complained in a low voice, "A bunch of idiots, it would be nice if they found out about the government's movements earlier."

Parisa raised the corners of her lips: "Your department should be replaced. East 4 spent a lot of money on the construction of the intelligence network. Not only do I know what color underwear Robert Dillane's mistress wears, but also your exWho is the boyfriend?"

Although this sentence was said to Piper, Parisa's eyes were still glued to Rosie.

Rosie, Killer, and Piper exchanged a look, and all three saw agreement in each other's eyes.Parisa's conditions are not too much, this is already the best solution to the current situation, if they want to keep Parisa as an ally, they have to show some sincerity.

"I agree." Rosie picked up the cup from the snow and shook Parisa, "Everyone in East 3—including me and the killer, will obey your orders; only for this operation, only in the Lost City.”

The killer also raised his glass and added, "However, there are no restrictions other than actions, right? Even if I kill you with one knife, it's not considered a breach of contract?"

"No." Parisa nodded.

"Deal." Piper finally said, taking a sip of the wine in his glass, "but I still can't figure out what benefits such terms are for you."

The blond young man licked the wine from his lips, his green eyes were full of innocence: "Is it necessary to think of me as selfish, Piper? I have already explained my reasons, you have no foundation in the lost city, you will commandGiving it to me is a good decision for everyone.”

Piper snorted noncommittally and said nothing.Parisa looked at Rosie, who frowned, staring wearily at the flames, clearly disgusted by his hypocrisy.

"I'm a little tired." Rosie stood up irritably, "Now that we're done talking, let's all go back and rest."

The snow was crunched and trampled, and a few snowflakes scattered under the night sky, adorning Rosie's hair.Rows of tents were scattered on the snowy ground, and the night was softened by the lights. There were bonfires everywhere, and there were soldiers drinking wantonly and laughing loudly. The queues carrying prey passed by, and the blood left by the skinning of the animals was splashed.all over the floor.

This kind of scene is not unfamiliar to Rosie. In the past, when he led the team to hunt on the ground, he always plunged his entourage into the crowd, took the wine bottle from the soldier's hand in a familiar way, and was booed by the crowd.Head up and down.He didn't drink well, and every time he was found by his anxious subordinates, he was dragged back to the barracks drunkenly.

But this year he had no interest at all, and Parisa's army was there, so he had to stay awake.Besides, hearing such absurd conditions just now made him feel that it is not too much to be vigilant.

Rosie let out a breath of white air and rubbed her forehead.He didn't drink much by the campfire, but he was a little drunk, his cheeks were burning hot, and he unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt to relieve the heat.

Due to drinking, the wounds all over his body were painful and itchy, like a thousand ants crawling in the bone marrow.Rosie pressed the wound on her abdomen, and was about to go back to the tent that Piper borrowed to change her dressing, when Parisa's voice came from behind:

"I forgot that you just had an operation. If I had known this would happen, I should have taken the wine glass from your hand."

"It's none of your business, I'm just greedy." Rosie didn't look back, he didn't want to go with the other party, and said coldly, "Go back, is the adjudicator of East 4 so idle?"

But Parisa came up, walked side by side with him, and said in a joking tone: "You seem to hate me very much now. The you ten years ago would take the initiative to chat with me and listen to me playing the piano."

"That's because I didn't know you were this kind of..."

"What kind of person am I?" Parisa asked back, "People who like you? I don't understand what's wrong with this. If you don't confess my feelings, it will be too late when you die in front of me again."

"That's not what I mean," Rosie continued angrily, "I hate you not because you like me, which is your freedom, not mine - but because of the way you do things, that fake face. YouThat's right, my attitude towards you is different from ten years ago, but Parisa, do you think you are still the pure musician you were ten years ago?"

Parisa blinked, as if she hadn't expected him to think so.Rosie simply continued, "You have tasted the taste of power in your hands, enjoying the feeling of controlling everything, right? Power is a dangerous commodity, and everyone who comes into contact with it will be reshaped and distortedUnrecognizable, that's normal. But unfortunately, I hate people who have been distorted."

His voice echoed under the vast night sky, with strong anger.Parisa looked at the leader in front of her, and Rosie's eyes seemed to be more crystal clear than snow, and no impurities of power could leave a trace of stain in them, pure and seductive.

"Robert, Victor, it's you again." Rosie said angrily, but she couldn't help feeling pity, "It's not so much that I hate you, it's better to say that I don't want you to become like this. I've seen enough of the same tragedies.”

Parisa was quiet for a moment, and for a moment, Rosie felt that the other party's eyes were as clean as ten years ago, but when she looked closely, those green eyes still contained an elegant and seamless smile.

"If I don't become like this, how can I chase what I want?" Parisa said softly, raising her hand, and the fingertips in black gloves brushed Rosie's jaw line, "I'm afraid that you will beTake it away... I know you like someone else, even if you return to the original state, you won't look at me more."

Rosie felt cold where Parisa touched her: "You... how..."

"As I said just now, East 4 has a well-established intelligence agency." Parisa said unhurriedly, "I know his name is Deng Huailing, and his occupation, address, and scope of activities are all recorded, and even his bountyA scanned copy of a hunter's license."

Rosie shook off the opponent's hand fiercely, and asked sharply, "What do you want to do to him?!"

His defense completely collapsed the moment Deng Huailing was mentioned, his voice was as cold as frost, and killing intent spread in his eyes.His shoulders trembled slightly, revealing a trace of fear in his heart.

Parisa smiled. He liked to see Rosie's panicked appearance. The person who was usually able to do things with ease was in a mess at the moment, his lips lost their color, his eyes were filled with water vapor due to drunkenness, and the ends of his eyes were a little flushed.

Although the pupils showed killing intent and hatred, they only reflected him.Only him.

He suddenly wanted to just get rid of Deng Huailing, so that at the moment when Rosie was furious, he had him completely.Rosie hated nothing but him in that moment, hated him forever and ever, and never got rid of his life.

"I won't kill him." In the end, Parisa's rationality prevailed, and he walked in the opposite direction with a smile, "It would be too stupid for you to miss him and hate me for the rest of your life."

Rosie froze for a moment, letting Parisa pass by and touch her shoulder.The man's words floated in the air with Xixue, "There is a smarter way to keep you by my side without forcing..."

The snow grew bigger and fell on Rosie's eyelashes and the bridge of her nose.He wiped it with the back of his hand, and the cold snow water immediately caused a chill—he suddenly understood Parisa's real intention for asking for the command.The opponent's target was never him, but Deng Huailing.