The tool man is being targeted by the hero [Quick time travel]

When Huawen crawled along the vent where Catherine went out, the light brain in his hand flashed.

Catherine: [Sorry Vincent, get out of the basement, someone is here! ]

From the bottom of his heart, Huawen rejoiced at his hunch that in this chaotic night, the safer the place, the more dangerous it might be.

He climbed all the way to the exit, which was a corner of the back garden. Before he could take a breath, he heard footsteps, and he quickly hid back.

I saw a group of soldiers wearing the Imperial Flying Eagle logo coming over in a dignified manner, escorting someone to the direction of the main house.

It seems that this illegitimate young master really cheated on others, colluded with the empire in order to usurp power, and directly copied his hometown.

"Send Missy in," the leader of the group of soldiers tossed a bare brain, "Take her seriously."

"I warn you! Imperial dogs, don't think about running wild on the territory of the Federation!" Although Catherine's arms were tied behind her back, her momentum was not weak at all.

The leader of the soldiers sneered: "Miss, it seems that you still don't understand the situation. Whose soldiers do you think your young master borrowed from? Our Third Prince said that it is not only Stuart's territory, The whole Commonwealth is in his hands."

The third prince of the empire... It turns out that Jean's ambition has been established since then, first helping Stuart's illegitimate son to plot a rebellion, and then using this puppet to take root in the Federation, trying to disintegrate from within.

Catherine couldn't resist, and was taken in and locked up. Then her plan to rescue Luther failed. Huawen gritted her teeth and had to go to him.

Tonight, Stuart's mansion was very quiet and eerie. The footsteps of soldiers continued. All the guards guarding the house were transferred away. The remaining servants were powerless, and there were a few horrible screams from time to time. , the entire mansion was quietly controlled.

Huawen sneaked into the garden under the main house in the dark, and saw blood dripping from the door without closing the door, and the corpses of several maids lay in the hall, without Luther.

Where the hell is Luther? !

"Boom!" From the balcony on the third floor, there was a sound of glass cracking. If you listen quietly, you will find a wave of chasing footsteps coming from the wooden floor on the third floor!

Just as Huawen wanted to touch it to see what happened, the door was suddenly opened, and a slender figure came out. It was a man who looked very similar to Luther. His indifferent expression did not look like he had walked out of a sea of ​​corpses and blood. , looking uninterested, was wiping the blood on his hand with a handkerchief.

"It's so boring, the old guy who showed his might just died like this?" He muttered a few words, and ordered the soldiers who followed him, "Let's go, there's a kid here, you guys, catch him, Regardless of life or death, I will talk to the Third Prince."

After finishing speaking, the so-called young master left, and the soldiers of the five empires stayed behind and returned to the mansion. Looking at the picture, he was so anxious that Luther must be inside!

He glanced around and found a hidden power distribution box hidden in the corner beside a pile of burnt weeds in the flower bed. He immediately ran over, and there was a genetic fingerprint lock on it.

Who can be in charge of the power distribution of a house?

The more urgent it is, the easier it is to be quick-witted. He quickly reached into his pocket and took out something—the lollipop given to him by the housekeeper.

Luther, you must hold on... I'll be here soon!

On the third floor of the main house, Luther squatted under the bed in a guest room, covering his mouth and controlling his breathing. The killer had gradually approached, and there would be no one alive in the whole house except him. Familiar, I don't know how many times I have died.

However, at this moment, he didn't have any feeling about his father being shot dead. He only felt it was ridiculous and sad. The most important thing now was that he couldn't die. It was obviously not his fault, so why should he kill him to pay for it.

He absolutely has to live, he still has his mother, his sister, and most importantly...and Vincent, he is still waiting for him, the two of them have made an appointment and are going to play with "Lion Eagle"!

Holding back his energy, Luther fled all the way to a hidden bed. The bloodstains on his body and head had dried up, and he could no longer feel the dizziness and stinging pain. He listened intently to the killer's movements.

"Kids? Don't hide. Adults don't like to hide and seek. It's no fun if you can't catch you." The killer licked the muzzle of the gun provocatively, commanding the few imperial soldiers who came to help with his eyes, and the muzzle suddenly pointed Under the bed where Luther hid.

"Hey, got you!"

The next moment, everyone's eyes were dark, the whole house was plunged into darkness, and the power was cut off.

Luther would never waste this opportunity. He silently passed through these adults and ran out of the door. The soldiers reacted and rushed to the door after hearing the sound, but there was a block in front of them.

After several screams, a piano wire was tied to the door at some point, exactly 1.5 meters high. Luther was not big enough to get out and couldn't touch it, and several soldiers fell on their backs.

Angrily, the killer flipped over the piano wire, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw two small shadows running downstairs in the darkness, and immediately chased after him.

A pair of little feet were just exposed at the corner, the killer sneered, raised his gun and swept over, but the corner was empty, only a pair of shoes were placed there, and an iron basin fell down, with a lot of plant ash spilled into the killer's eyes .

"Let's go!" Seeing that Huawen had succeeded, he dragged Luther and ran downstairs from the other side. He also ran fast with bare feet, dragging Luther who was staggering behind him.

Luther didn't react much until he pulled him out of the mansion. Was it Vincent who came to save him?Yes... the touch of this hand, no matter how black he is, he will know who it is!

"Wen...Vincent!" Luther panted, "How do you know..."

"Run! Let's talk later!" Huawen was sweating anxiously, "That little trick won't fool the bad guys twice, they're coming after them!"

Luther didn't speak anymore, his legs were full of injuries, and the blood on his forehead began to bleed again as he ran. The darkness in front of him was illusory, but he could only see a figure who was shorter than himself, Take him to escape without stopping.

The subordinates couldn't help holding Huawen's palm even tighter. Luther barely suppressed his fainting headache and followed Huawen's pace.

There are not many places to escape, and now the entire Stuart family is controlled by the illegitimate son and the imperial soldiers, Huawen can only run to places he is familiar with.

After a while, a familiar side room appeared in front of him, which was the nanny's room where he had been staying, and the sound of footsteps chasing after him kept ringing. Before Huawen had time to check Luther's situation, he dragged him to his room.

The room where Belle and him lived was at the far corner of the nanny's room. Huawen directly opened the closet door and pushed Luther in. Just as he was about to shut him in, Luther grabbed his arm.

"You...you hid here too," Luther was dizzy, and barely grabbed Huawen's hand, "They won't find out..."

Huawen picked up a piece of clothing from the closet and pressed it on Luther's bleeding forehead, and looked at this pale little face that had lost a lot of blood in the moonlight, feeling a stronger premonition in his heart.

This memory is coming to an end, and he is leaving.

"Luther, my little sir," Huawen stood on tiptoe and hugged Luther vigorously, "Don't move around, just hide here, I'm fine, we'll meet again, trust me."

After speaking, he pushed Luther in, closed the closet door and tied the lock with a rope, and rushed out of the room alone regardless of Luther's knocking on the door.

At the same time, the door of the side room was slammed open. Hearing the movement of footsteps, the killer was led all the way to the backyard by the picture, farther and farther away from Luther's hiding place.

Luther couldn't open the closet door, and kept looking out through the crack of the door. Vincent led the killer away for him. From his angle, he could just see a small figure outside the window facing the backyard. Under the pursuit of the killer, he fled in a hurry.

"Wen... Vincent, don't..."

Luther's hand was bleeding from the closet door, and the black shadow flashed by, and the silenced muzzle suddenly spit out sparks in the darkness, passing through his blood-red pupils, and shooting straight at Vincent who was running.

At that moment, Luther's heart seemed to be hit too. Under the moonlit night, the little dark shadow fell to the ground like a nightingale hit by a hunter, and there was no more movement.

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Huawen, who fell on the ground, opened his eyes desperately. Although there was only a dark red in front of his eyes, he only felt that his forehead was hot, and there was some warm liquid flowing non-stop. All the memories suddenly rushed towards him like fragments. From the wound on the forehead poured into the brain.

He remembered... all of Vincent's memories, and his memories too.

That shot didn't kill him. The bullet that grazed his forehead caused a severe concussion, which made him lose all memory. Later, with the help of the housekeeper, he was taken out of the Stuart house by his mother Belle. He changed his face and disappeared from sight.

But they will meet again, in the moment of life and death, 20 years later, reunion.

"Luther...Little Mister..."

Huawen struggled in the blood red, his eyelids were heavy, his body was sore and tired, but a faint familiar breath reassured him.

Breaking free from the shackles of darkness, a ray of light shone into Huawen's eyes from a gap, he rubbed his eyes and turned over, crashing into a warm chest.

"...Mr.?" Huawen realized that he was sleeping in the crook of a certain arm, and quickly got up, looking around.

It was still the cockpit of the "Lion Eagle", but it was obviously torn apart. A huge crack appeared on the roof of the cabin, and a ray of sunlight shone down. The person lying beside him was none other than Luther.

"Sir! Luther!" Huawen hurriedly looked down at his breathing and heartbeat. There was no major problem, but he closed his eyes and was short of breath, as if he was having a nightmare.

Huawen turned to check his severed hand, the blood had soaked and dried up, and the medicine had to be changed again.

Pulling off the bandage as gently as possible, the tearing pain didn't wake Luther up. He frowned, as if he had fallen into a deeper dream and couldn't extricate himself.

"Renren...he'll be fine soon," Huawen didn't know if he could hear it, and he was changing the medicine while talking to himself, "It's going to heal soon, and it won't hurt when you grow flesh. Go pretend later. Prosthetics, the kind that look as good as your originals."

After bandaging, Huawen found the medical kit from the ruins, gave him an injection of antibiotics, and still touched the stump painfully. He recalled holding his immature hand when he was a child. was killed.

"..." Luther closed his eyes and opened his mouth, as if muttering something, his brows were furrowed even tighter.

"What did you say?" Huawen approached.

"Wen...Vincent..." Luther muttered dreamily.

Huawen couldn't help laughing, brushed his messy blond hair, and said softly on purpose: "Hey, I'm Wen, ungrateful gentleman, if I think about others, I'm going to be sad."

"Will you be sad for me?" Luther suddenly opened his icy blue eyes, "Wen."

"You're awake!" Huawen hurriedly helped him sit up, "When did you wake up?"

Luther raised his chin and looked at him leisurely: "When you said you were going to install a prosthetic."

Huawen couldn't help poking his head: "Is it fun to pretend to be asleep after waking up so early without opening my eyes? How do you feel?"

"It's nothing, it's good, at least we all survived," Luther didn't care about Huawen's presumptuous behavior, and reached out to caress the other's forehead, "You should also deal with your own injuries, your forehead is still bleeding a little."

Huawen quickly bandaged himself up, Luther watched quietly, and suddenly asked: "Is there a scar on your place?"

"...Well," Huawen's subordinates paused slightly, "I don't know when I knocked it, I forgot it when I was young."

Luther glanced at him with confused eyes: "Did you forget...it's okay, maybe it's too young."

He didn't tell the painting, he could see that there had been a gunshot wound.

Vincent, who is now Wen, can't remember, because the gunshot wound has forgotten their past.

In fact, he also couldn't remember clearly because of the accident when he was a child. Only Vincent has been deeply imprinted in his mind, but he can't remember his appearance clearly.

It is precisely because of this that Gene deliberately took advantage of the loopholes, resulting in the current situation.

Whether you don't remember it or forget it, you don't need to tell him to recall the unfortunate past again. It's just right now, it's just a little regretful.

"Where are we now?" Huawen tidied himself up and stood up, "The wormhole didn't tear us apart, did we teleport to a certain planet?"

Luther glanced around and said solemnly: "Angus... is gone."

"Your Excellency Angus?!" Only then did Huawen realize that there was a missing person. The crack in the cockpit was not too big, but it was still possible to throw out one person.

He called the "Lion Eagle" twice, but there was no response. He must have exhausted his energy and was severely damaged. He pushed open the hatch, and the two of them came out one after the other. .

After squinting my eyes to adapt to the environment, I saw a deserted Gobi desert all around, and a forest not far away was twisted under the sun's rays.

The "Lion Eagle" was almost torn apart and slumped on the ground pitifully. There were scattered fragments and parts everywhere, but the core head was preserved. As long as it was repaired, there would be no major problems.

But the most important thing now is that Angus is gone.

They lost consciousness together in the cockpit. It stands to reason that even if they were thrown out, they should be nearby, but there is nothing here except for the fragments of the mecha and the Gobi.

"Where will he go?" Huawen was flustered by the sun, "What kind of planet is this? Are there any living people?"

"Whoosh-"

A sharp arrow struck suddenly with the sound of piercing through the air, Huawen dodged slightly sideways, Luther stretched out two slender fingers, and directly clamped the scissors.

This is a scissors head crudely made of scrap iron, with traces of manual wear and tear on it, and a few leaves floating behind the buttocks. It has almost no lethality, but it is very fast.

"Who's over there?" The picture text locked on a bush in the grove. That small pile of weeds could hide up to two people, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

"Hmph, I didn't expect her skills to be quite good."

With a cold snort, there was a rustling sound from behind the grass, Huawen immediately alerted, and stood still with Luther, but was dumbfounded by everything in front of him.

From that small clump of weeds, twenty or thirty people sprang out, all wearing armor made of leaves and scrap iron, with deformed and short stature, some of them looked like children, staring at them fiercely.

"This... have we entered the Lilliputian by mistake?" Huawen whispered to Luther.

Luther shook his head lightly without answering, pointing at the dwarf in the lead: "You, hand over the man."

The dwarf looked Luther up and down, was fascinated by his dazzling blond hair, and smiled inexplicably: "Hey, beauty, don't think that you are tall enough to be rude to us!"

"puff……"

Huawen hurriedly covered her mouth, but still couldn't hold back her laughter, and looked back at Luther's face, this beautiful face had indeed turned gloomy.

"Okay," Luther clacked his phalanges with one hand, shook his neck, and showed a polite smile, like a lion staring at its prey, showing its fangs, "I'll let you see, what is it?" Truly rude."