The walls were painted in red and black, and there was a rectangular table in the middle of the room. The whole room was dark and gloomy, and the only bright color was the open cloth bag on the table. Gold of various shapes and sizes were exposed to the air.
The man who was rubbing the gold in his hand was the leader of the Brotherhood. He was tall and strong, wearing a gray shirt, with a square face and a slightly dark complexion. His slightly flat eyes gave people a very deep feeling when they opened and closed, and the top of his head was short black hair.
"Marine? Alone? "
The mellow voice was suspicious, and then, after getting the affirmation of the man in the checkered shirt, there was a short silence. The leader was thinking.
"Go and bring him here!" The leader gently tossed the gold up, then reached out to catch it and ordered.
Yarlin narrowed his eyes as he watched the man in the checkered shirt come back empty-handed, and there was a faint smile on his face.
When Yarlin walked into the room, the leader of the Brotherhood happened to glance at him. The two men looked at each other, and then Yarlin very politely introduced himself: "Nice to meet you, I'm Yarlin."
"Stark!"
The leader stared coldly at Yarlin and spat out a name with no expression on his face. He said unceremoniously: "Marine, tell me what you're here for."
In the depressing and dim room, there was a slightly old wooden table, no extra furnishings, and not even an extra chair. Yarlin stood at the edge of the table and took everything into his eyes. He slowly smiled and said: "I'm here to change your current situation."
"With this gold?" Stark threw the gold on the table and then picked up the whole bag. The gold pieces fell and piled up on the table, making a clattering sound. He grinned and said, "But this is far from enough."
Yarlin was silent, and his smile was cold and strange: "Of course, gold alone is not enough, but what if you add blood?"
"What do you mean?" Stark looked at Yarlin warily. He suddenly felt that the Marine in front of him was completely different from the Marines he had seen before. It was a completely strange temperament.
"The people of Shields are miserable, suffering from the oppression and exploitation of Colonel Monca, the ruler of Navy Branch 153, and your so-called Brotherhood are just stray dogs who don't even dare to go home. Although it's unpleasant to hear, it's the truth!" Yarlin coldly glanced at the dagger next to his neck. The sharp edge of the blade raised a fine layer of goosebumps on his neck. He did not resist, but coldly glanced at the man in the checkered shirt, and then sneered: "Killing me, you can only vent your anger for a while, but temporarily suppress the anger in your heart and listen to me, you will get a chance, a chance to rebuild your home."
Yarlin said with a straight face. His right hand's fingers were slightly curled, and he was ready to dodge the dagger and break the throat of the man next to him.
"Let him continue!" Stark's eyes were filled with blood-red killing intent, and he cruelly threatened: "If you come down and talk nonsense, I will cut off your head with my own hands."
"Haha, that would be a great honor." Yarlin licked his lips, stretched out his hand to remove the dagger from his neck, and wiped the faint blood on his neck with his fingertips. He grinned and said: "Can you bring me a chair?"
Stark frowned, but still nodded to the Brotherhood members at the door. Soon a chair was brought in, and Yarlin dusted it and sat on it.
"To be able to gather a group of people to struggle to survive in this barren and chaotic place under the exploitation and oppression of Colonel Monca, to be honest, I admire Mr. Stark and the members of the Brotherhood. You are all brave fighters, but this still does not change the cruel fact that you still have no hope. Colonel Monca and Navy Branch 153 are still like a heavy mountain pressing on your heads." Yarlin ignored the increasingly ugly faces of the Brotherhood members and continued to state this fact: "You don't seem to be exploited anymore, but the truth is that in the eyes of Colonel Monca, you have been squeezed dry and become a pile of garbage in the corner. He doesn't even bother to raise his hand to clean you up."
"Don't be agitated, don't point this dagger at me, this is for your own good." Yarlin stared coldly at the man in the checkered shirt, causing the man to stiffen. He felt as if he was being stared at by a cold-blooded python, and the blood in his body stopped flowing from head to toe.
Yarlin turned his gaze away and continued to look at Sky. At least the leader of the Brotherhood's performance so far had satisfied him. He knew how to be rational and restrained, which made him feel more confident in persuading him next. "You're just hiding here to drag out an ignoble existence. All of this is just a slow death. Otherwise, why don't you just attack Navy Branch 153's base and take back your home …."
Stark gritted his teeth. He stared at the indifferent and cold face of the Marine in front of him and wanted to rush over and tear his mouth apart, but as the leader of the Brotherhood, his reason told him that he should continue listening, and a trace of expectation emerged in his heart that even he himself did not realize.
It was impossible for the other party to provoke him for no reason, and he was risking his life alone. Could it be that the other party had some kind of solution? It was hard for him to imagine that a Marine would be so kind, but the Marine in front of him was very unusual.
"Because you know very well that it's simply courting death. Although you have some people, in front of Navy Branch 153, you're still as fragile as a mouse. You can only pray, pray that Colonel Monca completely forgets about you, and has been too lazy to take the time to clean you up. But that's just waiting for death, because sooner or later, Colonel Monca will suddenly remember you. Maybe he suddenly realized that this place looks very annoying, or someone casually mentioned it in his ear, and then hundreds of Marines will come here, bringing blood and death."
Stark's face was very ugly, but he could not refute because he knew in his heart that every word of the Marine named Yarlin in front of him was the truth, the cruelest truth.
"You know, when I came here, I tested the members of the Brotherhood. What I admire is that you are not afraid of death, but the most desperate and cruel fact in this world is that even death can't change anything." Yarlin sighed and said, "You want to fight, but you can only wait for death in despair, because you have been fighting the wrong way from the beginning, and I'm here to help you correct this mistake …."
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