The Secret Lover Strikes [Rebirth]

Thinking of this, Ron sneaked a look at Sylvester who had been silent all this time.

They are all guides, but they have different personalities.

In such a speechless scene, this alliance member has been silent all the time. It should be said that he has too much concentration, but he still doesn't know how to read words and expressions.

Willard, who was already agitated, must have been half-dead from anger, and Ron rarely sympathized with the cold figure walking in front for a second.

He coughed lightly, trying to relieve the somewhat dull atmosphere, and by the way, he could attract Sylvester's attention.

"Hey, let me say," he reminded the guide next to him in a low voice, "just now...it was in the food storage compartment, and our topic was interrupted before we finished talking."

Passing through the long passage, the staff and officers who were in a hurry saw Willard's face, and their expressions became serious.

It was probably because the peace talks were not going well and the prospects were not optimistic that Captain Willard's face was so pale.

Only Sylvester carefully looked at Willard who was walking in front, and then his expression finally changed, and his brows gradually frowned.

Ron En, who has been paying attention to Sylvet, is still reflecting on himself. Could it be that the problem of being in the food storage compartment is a bit too straightforward?

However, he saw Sylvester's expression suddenly changed.

Following Sylvester's line of sight, Ron turned his head and saw Willard walking in front of him. His figure suddenly swayed, and then he swayed, barely holding on to the wall.

"Help him into the room!" Almost at the same time, Sylvester finally opened his mouth and said to Ron En.

Knowing the seriousness of the matter, the two moved quickly to support Willard. Fortunately, they had driven a long way, and Willard's rest cabin was not far away.

Not long after, the two helped Willard into the rest cabin and put him on the single bed.

At this moment, Ron realized that Willard's face was ugly, and the sweat on his forehead kept rolling down.Captain Willard, who was still majestic just now, pursed his lips tightly, as if he was enduring great pain.

Silvert was very calm, calmly took out a pill from his body, and dissolved it.

Ron En silently swept it into his hand, and found that most of the medicine had been used up on the boarded medicine box.

Afterwards, he quickly took out a small rectangular box from his chest pocket, and in front of Ron En, he took off the black glove he had been wearing on his left hand, stretched out his fingers and pressed the small chip in the middle of the box , unlocked the fingerprint lock on the box.

This weird-tempered alliance member has been wearing a pair of black gloves since the day Ron En resisted him to leave, and Ron En has never seen him take it off on his own initiative.

With curiosity, Ron En couldn't help but take a second look.But when his eyes fell on Sylvester's bare skin on the back of his hand, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Silvette acted as if Ron was not around, without hesitation, quickly took out the injection in the box, put the pills into the injection, waited until the colorless medicine turned sky blue, and then inserted the medicine in the injection box expressionlessly. the side of Willard's neck.

Not long after, the trembling captain calmed down, and the painful expression on his face disappeared.

Silvert put on the gloves slowly, lowered his head and said to Willard: "If you still want to die, you should pay attention to regulating, and you can't let the emotional fluctuations exceed the critical value. Otherwise, no one can save you if you continue like this." .”

Not wanting to stay in this room for too long, after saying this, Sylvante turned around and left.Ron followed behind him, and the moment the door was about to close, he heard Willard's dejected and weak voice: "Thank you."

After a daze, Ron En quickly caught up with Silvert, and reached out to grab his arm.

Sylvester stared at him blankly.

Ron opened his mouth, not knowing which question he wanted to ask as an opening statement,

At last he lowered his eyelids and landed on the gloves that Sylvette had put on again.

"Your hand..." He slowly considered his words.

Sylvester slowly opened Ron's grip. With a mocking expression, he slowly took off his gloves, stretched his scars intertwined with the uneven back of his hand, and stretched out in front of Ron, answering:

"Oh? You mean, these scars?"

His eyes fell on the back of his scarred hand, and he said lightly: "These...these are the efforts I have made to protect myself, although in the end...were vulnerable to the violent and powerful sentry."

The self-deprecating mouth curled up: "By the way, Mr. Rong En, what did you ask me just now?"

"What if we hadn't met in such a disaster?"

Sylvester finally showed an inexplicable smile: "Sometimes I really don't understand why you sentries, although powerful, are so naive."

"Wake up and stop dreaming."

Leaving one last piece of advice, Sylvester walked away, leaving Ron stiff in place alone.