The Greatest

Oss shrunk in as much as possible, but there was no room for him to hide anymore.But at this time, the place where he was shot was painful, and his expression was distorted by the pain.

Uncontrollably sobbing a few times, he cursed all the unbearable words he could use in his heart.

Why, this kind of thing happened to him and made him so unlucky.

There were a few clicks, and the sound of the door being knocked open caused Oss to tremble violently.

At this moment, he immediately lowered his head and closed his eyes.He didn't want those who killed him to see his terrified and humiliated appearance, it was really worthless.Maybe it will become a joke for others.

The footsteps of the people who came in were very light, but their breathing was very rapid, as if they were rushing in.He could still hear the man cough several times.

Feeling something was wrong, Oss slowly raised his head and stuck out the big cardboard box in front of him.

He saw a tall figure whose head almost reached the door frame.Wearing ridiculous ripped jeans with a decent shirt and a torn left leg.

Due to the angle of the light, Oss couldn't see the appearance of the comer clearly.

After shaking his head to try to wake himself up, he reluctantly spoke in his usual tone.

"Hey! There's someone here. There's no room."

The man was taken aback by him, as if he didn't notice his position at first.Wait until he speaks a second time before looking in his direction.

"Look, brother. Don't you compete with the half-dead."

The person by the door saw Oss in the corner, hiding behind the cardboard box.But he didn't speak, but went out to have a look, then turned around and closed the door, propped it up with a cabinet, and strode over.

While Oss was confused, he saw the other person's face clearly in the dim environment.

He knew this man, had seen him once or twice.To be more precise, it was once or twice.

But this is not some shady date, the two of them just go out to play together.

Surfing, shooting, going to bars and going to the cinema.Although at the beginning it was indeed for the purpose of 'impure' things, but in the end, the two of them, no, to be precise, he himself found that the two of them were not suitable.

This guy is too honest.Making friends is the best choice, but for that kind of 'friends', forget it.

"Long time no see, Curt." Oss raised his uninjured hand to salute the other party.

This is what this man taught him back then.Because this guy used to be an army.

"Oss?"

For the tall and burly Curt, it was obviously difficult to squeeze in.Still, he came to the box.

"Your hand?" After seeing the roughly bandaged hand and the blood pool on the ground, Curt immediately looked for gauze that could be bandaged here.I really found him.

Curt's dressing technique is indeed better than Eddie's, and he can also help Oss press the wound to stop the bleeding.

During the process, both of them were silent, and they didn't know what to say.

The only thing that is certain is that their current situation is equally dangerous.

There was another person's breath next to his ear, and Oss felt itchy in his ear or in his brain.He who always talked a lot couldn't help but speak after all.

"I didn't know you were here today. Are you here to meet new friends?"

Curt shook his head, paused and then shook his head again.After receiving Oss' slightly disdainful gaze, he replied resignedly.

"No, come with a friend. I'm just here to drink and relax."

Curious Oss smiled and asked casually.

"Oh, and what about your friend?"

He saw that the other party looked away, and his brows were wrinkled, revealing several deep wrinkles.

"Just died, outside. He was shot in the throat."

The brief but heavy answer made Oss's smile freeze, and he really wanted to slap himself a few times if he could.

"Cough...I'm sorry."

"fine."

Such conversations made the atmosphere more and more cold, but right now Oss couldn't think of any inspiring topics.On the contrary, he remembered a lot of scenes of 'dating' between him and the other party.

Because this person is a retired soldier, and he has been back for less than a year.So everything behaves strangely.Sometimes he is really out of tune with the surroundings, and even the actions of strangers taking out lighters and the flash of light when taking pictures can stimulate him.I heard that the man couldn't sleep for the first few months at home.Emotionally very unstable.

Of course, it's not clear that this person just has PTSD.

There used to be an old lady who was addicted to drugs. Oss actually felt that this kind of 'retirement sequelae' was quite similar to drug addiction.So at that time, like many people, he didn't 'care' too much, or 'protect' Soldier Curt.

Later, this person was forced by him to play in various places. Although he didn't show any obvious performance, he didn't refuse.I also invited him to enjoy several luxurious meals.

He laughed for some reason, and after laughing, Oss tilted his head and rubbed his sweaty nose, and he asked again.

"According to your experience, what do you think is the chance that we can get out alive this time?"

The person who was focused on pressing his wound was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at him.The solemn look seemed strange to him.

And the answer he got was yes.

"I won't let you die here."

His eyes were dizzy, and Oss began to feel pain again.He took a deep breath desperately, trying to calm down.

"You're not answering the question, sir. Well..."

After that, Oss did calm down, but his injury inevitably started to feel sleepy.He was a little bit like that when he got shot, but Eddie kept pushing him so hard he didn't pass out.

Now Eddie is gone forever.

"Have you, forget it, you haven't seen him." Remembering that his friend and this Curt had no intersection, Oss stopped talking, and then he found a slightly exciting topic.

"Did a lot of people die just now? How does the situation compare to how you felt on the battlefield?"

He thought he would see some extreme reactions or expressions of disgust, but the soldiers beside him were just as calm as ever.

Curt thought for a moment before giving his answer.

"If no one comes to stop it, there will be more deaths outside."

After pausing for a moment, Curt sighed.

"How can it be compared? It's the same scene. People kill people."

Something seemed to appear in front of his eyes, and the corners of Curt's mouth and cheek muscles were twitching gently.His voice became a little hoarse when he spoke again.

"It's just that everyone is not wearing military uniforms this time."

Hearing this, Oss raised his hand uncontrollably to interrupt.

"Okay, I get it, I get it. You don't have to describe it any more."

He pressed the other's shoulder with another cold and trembling hand.Then leaned back wearily.Thinking of something, he shook his head and said mockingly.

"I think, even if the note comes, we may not all be saved. If we are saved, we may not be able to get the compensation we deserve. You say so."

I wanted to refute, but in the end, Curt just pursed his lips tightly and leaned back quietly, with his head against the cold wall.

This is a special place, and even if some people try to say that it's not 'special' at all, everyone knows it.

"What time do you think they will arrive?" Oskar couldn't keep his mouth shut, he just wanted to say a few more words.

The question was somewhat ambiguous for Curt.However, he summed it up and quickly gave the most concise answer.

"It will take about an hour and a half if the nearest police are the fastest. The premise is that someone has called the police before."

After hesitating for a few seconds, he also said what disturbed him the most.

"But that person seems to have a bomb on him."

Oss instantly understood who he was referring to, and under the dual effects of pain and sleepiness, he began to giggle uncontrollably again.

"I didn't expect it to be you that went to the grave with me. Mr. Curt Roger."

Curt didn't speak, but pressed harder on the other party's bleeding wound.He said that sentence a second time after hearing Oss yell.

"I won't let you die here."

Oss, who endured the pain, muttered a bad word and finally shut up.He has realized that honest people tell the truth, sometimes it is really speechless.

A faint gunshot sounded, and both of them stiffened at the same time, not daring to breathe.

After the wave of gunfire subsided, Oss turned to look at the honest man.

"Hey, when you were at the beach, you haven't answered my questions yet."

Curt stared at Oss in confusion, and then saw the other party jumping out one sentence after another.

"Have you ever been in love? A man or a woman? Have you ever kissed someone? Sleeped with someone | Have you ever? How many times? Is it good? Which one is the best?"

Curt simply covered one ear when he heard the next few questions.However this is of no use.

Reluctantly, he shook his head like last time, but today he gave an answer.

"When I was 16, I dated my cousin for a while during the summer vacation. My parents found out and beat me up. I kissed her. But this year she has three children. Then... nothing. "

The question behind the relationship has not been answered because it is still 'unsolved'.

After a moment of silence, Oss laughed embarrassingly, and patted his chest proudly.

"I have a lot of records in this area, Mr. Curt. You can't compare with me."

After rubbing the space between his brows, Curt suddenly became irritable.

He'd already heard about this man's affair once on the last date, and even though there were a few interesting ones in it, he really didn't want to hear it a second time now.

Having said that, the gunfire from outside was much louder than the one just now.

After hearing this, Oss even flicked a bullet reflexively.He just barely left the other person's hand and crawled away.

Taking a deep breath in shock, Oss pressed the shoulders of the people around him again.The blood from his wound was bleeding more slowly than before, but the headache was severe and his heart was beating fast.

After meeting each other's eyes, he twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"Hey, do you have any wishes to fulfill before you die, sir."

A loud bang and a shout from the crowd interrupted Curt's speech.But before the voice stopped, he showed an indistinct smile, nodded and said.

"some--"

Before he could finish speaking, he was blocked by someone.

In the corner of a closet, kissing a man with a shot in the arm.If it's the last thing he does before he dies, it doesn't look too bad.

The two of them in this small space are considered safe.But for Ross, who just came out of the toilet and helped a strange woman to find a hiding place, it was not so easy.