Frontier, Rowan Island.
“Your Excellency, the puppet killers used by the Underworld Organization are too powerful. Those puppet assassins cannot be killed with random shots, cannon blasts are more suitable! But we can’t use all our artillery against those corpses, can we? If all our most advanced weapons are used against those damn things, what about our rear defenses?”
Esteban Zaragosa looked at the map, his brow furrowed and his face tense, “If we continue to engage Nation A’s army, we’re likely to run out of internal resources before we can defeat the war. The puppet killers are scary, but there must be a way to destroy them in one fell swoop.”
Esteban Zaragosa studied the map with Tom Paul and finally Esteban Zaragosa found a swampy area on Rowan Island.
The man’s long knuckles, pointing to the swamp, said, “If we can lure those puppet killers into this swamp, we can save a lot of ammunition.”
Tom Paul brightened, “Good idea, the ammo won’t kill them anyway, better to let them sink into the swamp and crawl as best they can, ha, ha.”
Esteban Zaragosa looked at the sky outside and said, “Have you checked the weather yet?”.
Tom Paul said calmly, “I’ve already checked, Rowan Island is wet, rainy days are especially frequent, and tonight there’s fog to help.”
“Then let’s have a night attack tonight.”
Tom Paul high-fives Esteban Zaragosa directly, “Good idea! It’s settled, fuck those corpses tonight!”
Wow, what a treat.
…
It’s twilight on Rowan Island, the weather is dreary and permeated with a white fog, and from five yards away no one is in sight.
Before leaving, Esteban Zaragosa sat by the barracks steps, clenching the girl’s red cord in his hand, his forehead radiating a touch of tenderness.
Tom Paul walked over, patted her on the shoulder and sat down beside her, “Thinking about that little girl of yours again?”
Esteban Zaragosa, his face dull, stowed the red rope in a hidden pocket inside his combat suit.
Tom Paul asks, “Will you be staying with the Ming organization after this battle?”
“No surprise, I will be resigning my position as Court Master.”
“So coincidentally, I’m not going to work in Ming Organization anymore either, and seeing you all two by two makes me want to find my soul mate too, it doesn’t look like much fun to be born and die all the time.”
Esteban Zaragosa curved his thin lips and said, “It takes too many days of licking blood at gunpoint to realize how rare and blissful an ordinary, quiet life can be.”
“Yes, so after this battle, even if we leave the Ming organization, I hope we can get together more often in the future to drink and enjoy the moon.”
Tom Paul put his arm on his shoulder and Esteban Zaragosa pushed his arm away in disgust, “Whoever wants to enjoy the moon with you, let your soul mate do it.”
Tom Paul folded his arms and pointed at Esteban Zaragosa: “Now you have Dulcina Calvo and you forget about sex, don’t you?” he asked.
“If you’d found out sooner, would I have been able to trick you into being born with me?”
The corner of Tom Paul’s mouth twitched, “…”
Enough!
…
Country Z, late at night.
Dulcina Calvo slept heavily on her pillow, which still had the fresh, clean, masculine smell of Esteban Zaragosa, who had been gone for days and had left her some candy that reached the bottom of the pile and that Dulcina Calvo couldn’t bear to eat again.
For the past few days, Dulcina Calvo’s eyelids have been dancing and she has been silently praying in her heart for Esteban Zaragosa, praying for his safe and triumphant return.
Dulcina Calvo had not slept much the last few nights, but tonight, for the first time in her life, she slept soundly, perhaps because she had not slept well the last few days.
Once a person has slept deeply, she is prone to all kinds of dreams.
In the dream, an ocean, shrouded in darkness and white fog, with an isolated island in the sea …
Dulcina Calvo walked and walked through the island’s forest, lost in the white mist, she was so tired and exhausted from her walk that when she finally emerged from the forest and reached the island’s border, she saw Esteban Zaragosa standing a short distance away.
Dulcina Calvo raised her little hand and waved to him, calling cheerfully, “Esteban Zaragosa, I’m here!”
Esteban Zaragosa heard her voice and turned to smile warmly at her, and just as Dulcina Calvo tried to run to hug him, there was a sudden burst of gunfire….
Dulcina Calvo raised her eyes to look at Esteban Zaragosa’s chest, where a bright, bloody rose had burst, just above the heart.
The man’s upright body, tense from the shot, fell straight back.
Behind him is an ocean of water.
Dulcina Calvo reaches out violently and tries to grab him.
“Esteban Zaragosa!”
In the big bed, the girl was awakened by a nightmare and sat in shock, staring at the dark bedroom, her nervous heartbeat, finally gradually returning to calm …
Luckily it was only a dream.
Dulcina Calvo let out a long sigh of relief and fell back into bed, ready to go back to sleep.
But the nightmare was all too real, so real that it seemed to be happening for real. Dulcina Calvo was lying on her side on the bed, her little hands clutching the sheets, a little sleepless.
…
Early the next morning, Dulcina Calvo came out of her bedroom with two dark circles under her eyes and heard Claudio Belles standing on the balcony talking to someone else on the phone in a rude tone, not knowing who he was talking to.
Dulcina Calvo walked up and asked, “What’s for breakfast this morning?”
“No, feel free to fix you something to eat, I have to go out.”
Dulcina Calvo somehow related Claudio Belles’ anomaly to Esteban Zaragosa and was quick to ask, “Is it possible that something happened to Esteban Zaragosa at the border?”
Claudio Belles’ eyes fluttered imperceptibly, but his face was calm and he pursed his red lips, “No, don’t be ridiculous.”
Then Claudius Belles lifted his wrist, looked at the time and said, “I’ll be back in about two hours. If you’re hungry, you can have lunch on your own before, you don’t have to wait for me.”
Dulcina Calvo wanted to ask more, but Claudio Belles had already left the villa at a brisk pace.
Dulcina Calvo felt inexplicably panicky, always feeling that Claudio Belles was hiding something from her.
Dulcina Calvo, chin in her hands, absentmindedly eating her cereal with milk, and with little appetite for food, ran to the bedroom and grabbed her phone, sending a tweet to Esteban Zaragosa.
He knew he was unlikely to return.
I’ve heard that on the border islands the signal is very poor.
But the other night, when he sent him a message, Esteban Zaragosa did reply, only very slowly.
He wanted to take a chance that Esteban Zaragosa would suddenly get a signal and see his tweet.
“Esteban Zaragosa, I miss you so much, I’m worried about you, last night I dreamt you were hurt, are you hurt?”.
But Dulcina Calvo thought it might be hard to catch the message if it was too long, so Dulcina Calvo retweeted it once and asked directly, “Esteban Zaragosa, are you hurt?”
After sending it, Dulcina Calvo sat and waited, lay down and waited, leaned over and waited, picked up her phone and waited, but … Esteban Zaragosa never answered her.