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Leonard was holding the plate, waiting boredly for the team to move forward.Not that he looked forward to lunch much—no one would have an appetite looking at the excrement-like lumps of protein and vegetable fiber squeezed out of the lunch machine.

What he hates is waiting.

Although since he was imprisoned, he can be regarded as having unlimited time, as long as he is still alive.

Life in Bastille was very simple.On this planet, which is almost autonomous from prisoners, there are only two types of people, those who beat people, or those who are beaten.Those who beat others can live a life like an emperor. There are countless people who fawn on and serve others, and those who are beaten have to accept their fate and learn to fawn on others.

Leonard is the third category.He doesn't like to beat people, and he doesn't like to be beaten.If someone wants to touch his chrysanthemum, he has to be careful with his own head.

With his force, no one in the thirteenth district can beat him.Therefore, he became a strange landscape. Wherever he went, a passage automatically appeared in the crowd like Moses opening the Red Sea.

Now he is standing here, queuing up in an orderly manner, and the prisoners are also very honest, queuing up in an orderly manner for lunch.

The team moved at a constant speed, and finally it was his turn.Leonard put the plate under the lunch machine and pressed the start button, but nothing came out of the machine.

So he tried pressing it a second time, but there was still no response.

"The machine probably has a problem." The lunch machine administrator said suddenly.

"what?"

"I can try to fix it." And the so-called repair is to slam the machine.

After 3 seconds, Leonard watched blankly as a large mixture of protein and plant fiber sprayed onto his prison uniform.

The black and white striped fabric was pasted with a large area of ​​indescribable colors.

He frowned, and the prisoners around him gasped in unison.

The administrator of the lunch machine looked a little flustered: "I'm sorry." He apologized immediately, and took out a large pile of tissues to wipe the stain on his chest.

So everyone in the restaurant just watched him wipe it in a hurry for a minute, and wiped the dirt that was originally the size of a slap all over his chest.

The atmosphere was silent and awkward.

"No need." Leonard said with a cold face, avoiding the administrator's hand, and made a meal from the lunch machine.

"I'm sorry." The administrator tried to express a sincere expression on his face, and handed him a tissue again.

Leonard glanced at the other party, took the tissue, turned and left.

This is no ordinary tissue.

There is a sentence written on it, at 12 o'clock tonight, watchtower.

Leonard pinched the tissue and lost his appetite.Today marks the third anniversary of his arrival at the Bastille.

He crumpled up the paper, threw it in the toilet, and flushed it, but the words took root in his mind.Play it back over and over again like a barrage.

The night of the Bastille star fell, and the fence fell row by row. Leonard lay on the bed and closed his eyes, but he couldn't fall asleep anyway.

Only one person would give him such information.

He thought that when Levi saw the overhead black knight, he would understand his choice.

But apparently he didn't give up.

When I opened my eyes, there were only pale walls, and the searchlights outside the prison shone into the window, making it impossible to breathe in such a night.

A man next door groaned ambiguously, making him even more irritable. Leonard punched the wall, and the dull sound and threat after the collision between the wall and the body made the other party stop.

It all comes down to a brief silence.

The appearance of a man floated in front of his eyes.He remembered his fragrant and soft blond hair, his tall and narrow nose bridge, his beautiful and moist lips, and... his soul-stirring ice blue eyes.

"Reynard..." He heard his voice sound like a sigh.

He imagined Levi standing in front of that pure black mech, would he be silent for a long time, would he sigh sadly, or would he remain unmoved?

Once Lenovo loses control, he is like a wild horse that has run free, and all his suppressed thoughts and suspicions surge up instantly.

He turned over several times, sweating all over in the stuffy air, and had to sit up from the bed.

The crisp sound of "click" is particularly noticeable in the silence.

Leonard immediately opened his eyes wide, and his alert eyes fell on the place where the sound came from - the door latch.

There was another "click", this one was softer, it was from the cell next door.

Immediately afterwards, countless clicks sounded, one after another, like a mechanical sonata.

"The door is open!" Someone shouted in the silence, Leonard quickly rolled over from the bed, watching the cell door slowly rise.

Tonight at 12 o'clock, Watchtower.

Leonard glanced at the virtual clock on the wall, it was 11:49, and he had 11 minutes left.

He stood in front of the cell door, his blood was boiling silently, and conflicting moods ruled him.On the one hand, he is content with his current life, which is neither good nor bad, at least he will not be tortured in his heart; on the other hand, he longs for the world outside the Bastille, longing to see, hear, smell , Touch the person he misses.

In the end, desire overcame everything, released the shackles that held his body, and made him take the first step.

It's already a chaotic world outside.Many prisoners ran out immediately.They ran to the gate at the same time.

Five gates, there are a total of five gates to the outside world, but only three gates to the watchtower.His task is much easier than that of the prisoners trying to escape.

The first gate also opened automatically, and the prisoners cheered, and their emotions became even higher.

free.Freedom calls them ahead.Mouths opened wide, sucking in hopeful air.Although none of the prisoners knew why the gates opened, they still obeyed their inner calling and huddled forward.

Then the alarm sounded, roaring overhead.Everyone paused, but rushed out even more frantically the next moment.

Leonard blended in with the hustle and bustle, trying to be inconspicuous, dodging countless struggling arms and thighs, and balancing in the turbulent flow of people.

Then he saw the dark-haired man.

To be precise, it was not a real person, but a virtual image, like a ghost, suspended in the air in a translucent shape, and the fluttering black hair melted into the night.

"Mr. Summers," he said, with a smile.

"Lucifer." The lieutenant colonel stopped, raised his head and looked at the artificial intelligence, "I should have thought it was you."

"It's right here." The artificial intelligence bowed gracefully, "Go ahead, lieutenant colonel, the captain is waiting for you."

The jailers quickly organized a suppression operation. As soon as the prisoners rushed out of the second gate, the black muzzles of several laser cannons were already aimed at the crowd.After a few explosions, the ground was scorched black, and a few unlucky ghosts who were running fast had been blown to pieces.

"All the fuck, stop for me—" the warden stood behind the laser cannon angrily and shouted, "From now on, whoever dares to take a step forward, I will blow him into space!"

Maybe it was because mice were afraid of cats, or maybe the bloody body fragments really had an impact, and the commotional crowd stopped.

No one is moving forward, and no one is stepping back.

If you move forward, you may be smashed into slag in an instant; if you step back, there will be no possibility of freedom.

The jailer and the prisoners faced each other silently.

Leonard glanced at the watchtower behind the jailer.

It's 11:56, only 4 minutes left.

As soon as Leonard gritted his teeth, he was about to step forward.

"Fuck the Bastille!" A roar suddenly burst out from behind, "I've had enough of this damn place!"

All eyes were focused on the owner of the voice, who was a two-meter-tall muscular and sinister man, nicknamed Mad Dog.This guy has been sentenced to a total of 269 years, and he will never get out of here in this life.

In the Bastille, the end of life is a big joke, and people are "disappeared" every day.

"Death is death." He spat hard forward, and it landed on the warden's chest.Everyone saw the warden's wrinkled old face twitch violently--for a clean freak, it was terrible.

"Fire me!" the warden yelled.

The mad dog laughed loudly, and he ran out first: "Come on, brothers! For freedom!" His tall body was reduced to ashes in the concentrated bombardment of laser cannons.Sure enough, the warden did not break his promise and sent him to space.

The smell of scorching flesh and blood spread in the air. Some people retreated, and more people shouted forward. They were all desperate gamblers. As long as there was a one percent chance of escaping, they would dare to risk their lives. It's not such a character, and it's not like being in a place like Bastille Star.

The turbulent crowd broke through the guards' line of defense, the cannon was pushed down by the excited prisoners, and the guards had to retreat urgently

Leonard managed to blend in with the crowd and reach the bottom of the watchtower.There are no guards here.And the door burst open, and the darkness inside the tower opened its arms and embraced him.

11:59, 1 minute left.The heartbeat was suddenly so loud that it even overwhelmed the hustle and bustle of people.

He looked up to the top of the tower and began to sprint.With pain tearing through his lungs, Leonard pushed open the iron gate on the top of the tower, and the hour hand pointed to 12:00.

And the top of the tower was empty.

He looked around in a daze, his heart sinking as if being pulled hard by a hand.

Three years and one minute, several light years and tens of meters, can be equally long.

Suddenly, a gun was pointed at the back of his head.

"Ha, I knew it was you!" The jailer with a gun slowly stood in front of him, showing a smug expression, "Everyone is running to the gate, and you are the only one running here."

Leonard raised his hands and remained silent.

"Say!" The jailer was irritated by his silence, and the barrel of the gun poked heavily at his forehead, "Where are your accomplices? How did they break the lock?!"

"I don't know." Leonard licked his dry lips, trying to make his expression look more convincing, "Really."

The still air didn't stop flowing, and the breeze took away the heat, blowing the hem of the prison uniform.This sudden coolness temporarily relieved the tense atmosphere.

The jailer looked into his eyes, seemed to believe his words, and hesitantly let go of his finger on the trigger.

At this moment, he saw Leonard grinning.

"You made a bad decision," he said, and the jailer collapsed.Levi stands behind him.

Wearing a black windbreaker, he looked thin and tall, with long light blonde hair tied behind his head, with only a short strand leaking out.

"Sorry," said the Prince, "my clock is one minute behind. I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind." Leonard lowered his raised hands.

Levi stares at him and reaches out to him. "I'm glad you figured it out. People like you shouldn't be wasting their lives in prison."

"Staying in one place for three years is indeed too boring." The lieutenant colonel shrugged meaninglessly, and held the prince's hand more firmly than ever: "Let's start a new journey, captain."

"My honor, Lieutenant Colonel." Levi gently placed a kiss on the back of Leonard's hand.

"James!" he turned and shouted into the void.A gangway extended from mid-air in response, and Levi took the lieutenant colonel's hand and stepped up the steps.

"I didn't know that the current stealth technology is so amazing." Leonard exclaimed.

"Of course." Levi said in his ear, "Only by going forward can we not be abandoned by the times. And," he paused, "were wiped out by the enemy."

The gangway went up, and the spaceship in the invisible state took them into it and slowly lifted into the sky, while the riots below were far from stopping.

last of the last.

"You mean, only three prison doors were opened?" Leonard asked with his eyes wide open.This small spaceship carried Lucifer's captain, first mate, and ship doctor, and it was really crowded.

"Of course." James automatically put Leonard's shoulder on his shoulders, "Lucifer wouldn't do such a thankless thing, right?" The first officer turned to ask the ship doctor, only to get the other's expressionless face In response.

He had no choice but to turn to Leonard again: "On the other hand, if we really release all the prisoners, I'm afraid the federal government will hunt us down to the end of the universe."

Leonard didn't speak. He looked at the rioting prisoners in the prison directly below through the light curtain, and couldn't help but feel a headache.

Tonight's Bastille will be another sleepless night.