Dawn Redemption

Ilsa has completely lost her sleepiness.

Because since just now, the phone in the living room has been ringing non-stop, and Noah's speaking speed is getting faster and faster, accompanied by the deep scratch on his brow.

In the interval between answering the phone, he quickly returned to the sofa, but after not sitting for a while, he got up and paced uneasily.He has been smoking endlessly, even though the ashtray is filled with cigarette butts, and the gray ash that overflows is scattered on the table.

On the last call, I was told that half of the company's garrison had set off to support, but that was already 10 minutes ago.The pendulum of the wall clock lingered tirelessly, rattling annoyingly.

Ilsa had never seen her father look so anxious. She huddled on the sofa and didn't even dare to speak out.

Noah's hand holding the cigarette was so hard that the pulsating veins popped out of that knuckle hand.

He didn't want to admit it, but at this moment, his heart was burning like fire.

Don't have an accident, don't have an accident.

He knew that he was worried about the situation of the battle, but he thought about the safety of that person more than once.At this moment, he felt that two hands were cruelly tearing apart the two lifelines, bloody and bloody.

He was just in a daze, and his fingertips were burned by the smoke that burned to the end.He quickly pressed the cigarette into the ashtray, and subconsciously pulled out another one to light it.

Greta just looked at him quietly, without saying a word.The man's thoughts were finally squeezed too heavily, causing his solid shoulders to shake slightly.But she could only look at him like this, the sense of distance she had developed for so long could never be overcome after all.

The phone rang suddenly, and Noah stubbed out his cigarette without any hesitation and strode over to answer the phone.

"Quickly check the casualties." No matter how fast he spoke, he couldn't hide the slight tremor in his words.

Putting down the phone, after a long few minutes, he picked up the phone just as it rang: "Please tell me....Okay, got it."

He maintained his usual calm tone until he put down the phone, his movements were very light.

But his hands were obviously clenched, and they sank deeply into the palms, almost pinching blood.

Greta knew she shouldn't ask, but she didn't even have a chance to ask.Because Noah quickly walked away from the phone, grabbed the cloak on the hanger and wrapped it around his body, hurriedly walked out through the porch, and slammed the door hard without knowing it.

The author has something to say:

The second act is also over, thank you all.

Mr. N's own death will definitely be tortured back.

It's not far from sugar, so stick to it.

This is the final fight, united until tomorrow. (of course not tomorrow)

Act.3