Chapter 200: 1 Don't See The Flowers Bloom, I Hope The

Flowers Bloom (3)

Before taking away the information and intelligence from this base, he decided to make a copy for the Scarlet Research Inst.i.tute.

Compared to the Science and Technology Research Inst.i.tutes memory device, the reading speed of the Scarlet Research Inst.i.tutes mobile disk was more than ten times slower.

After waiting for a long time, Feng Qi pulled out the Scarlet Research Inst.i.tutes mobile disk and inserted the Science and Technology Research Inst.i.tutes memory device. He began to copy the information.

After everything was done, he led the soldiers of the third domain combat team back to Future City.

To be on the safe side, he didnt bring the Scarlet Research Inst.i.tutes mobile disk back to the Science and Technology Research Inst.i.tute.

Halfway through, he threw it into an uninhabited area.

Next, as long as he sent a message to Wei Wei, the soldiers of the Scarlet Research Inst.i.tute would find this mobile disk through its location.

After returning to the Science and Technology Research Inst.i.tute, Feng Qi handed over the portable hard drive.

As New Years Eve approached, he received a three-day vacation after completing the mission.

After leaving the Science and Technology Research Inst.i.tute, he used the phone made by the Scarlet Research Inst.i.tute to send Wei Wei a message.

After receiving the information, Wei Wei immediately said that the Scarlet Research Inst.i.tute had already sent combatants to retrieve it.

During these three days of vacation, Feng Qi received an invitation.

Star City High Schools old cla.s.smates gathering.

Faced with the invitation, he did not go, nor did he dare to.

Now, he was neither human nor demon. His body was covered in terrifying wounds. He did not want to scare his old cla.s.smates.

These wounds often cracked. He often silently suppressed the physical pain in his body in the dead of the night.

However, compared to the physical pain, the mental pain was even stronger.

Till today, his hands were stained with the blood of 289 of his kind.

He often saw countless crying undead in his dreams. When he woke up, his heart was filled with guilt.

He experienced what his future self had said in the previous timeline. Death is relief. The person continues on suffers the most.

But he never regretted what he had done.

There was always a price to pay to succeed.

Even if he was not the one who could achieve his dream in the end, he was willing to use his body to cut through the thorns and brambles. He also willing to dared his b.l.o.o.d.y self.

Death could only destroy his flesh, but faith would last forever.

It was New Years Eve, heavy snow fall was falling from the sky.

During the short vacation, he walked alone on the bustling streets of Future City.

The surrounding shops had hung up big red lanterns that set off the starlight that filled the sky. Every pa.s.serbys face was filled with smiles.

The big screen at the end of the street played the latest good news.

The joint action of the domain combat teams dispersed another domain field. Humanity was one step closer to the final victory.

Everyone looked at the big screen with smiles on their faces. Their hearts were filled with warmth.

He stood rooted to the ground with no joy on his face because he did not see the flowers bloom.

Sadness spread in his heart. It was silent, quiet, yet turbulent, but he was looking forward to the true bloom of spring.

Hearing the laughter and cheers in his ears, he turned around and left.

The path of salvation required life as a relay. Every time he fell, there would be a new him who would take over the faith and continue walking. He would not stop until he reached the other side.

And he would always be true to his dream.

Even if he was crushed to pieces, even if he was consigned to eternal d.a.m.nation.

Time was unforgiving, and he would not spare time too, until the day he rewrote the fate of mankind arrived.

When the clock struck midnight in the city sky, his phone buzzed.

He picked it up and saw that it was a message from an unknown number:

Little Brother Feng Qi, Happy New Year.

A smile appeared on his face as his figure walked further and further away in the heavy snow. His back view was bleak.

Looking at the long road ahead, may there be sweetness at the end..