Chapter 735 New Gameplay
Angel slowly woke up.
The raging sea breeze, the waves splashing on his face, the roaring sound of motorboats, and the blue sea and sky before his eyes - Angel didn't know where he was for a moment.
He wanted to lift his arm, but found that his arm was stuffed into a field vest and could not move.
"Are you awake?" a voice came from behind.
A very standard and pure American accent, completely without the awkwardness before.
It's her, Cheng Ling.
The memory was like a tide, flooding Angel in an instant.
—Nathaniel and Frederick team up to deceive;
He had no choice but to cooperate with their plan to spread the virus;
Cheng Ling's skills were as strong as a special agent, but he couldn't control his body. He was like her puppet, obeying her words;
The thrill of Cheng Ling carrying herself and traveling through the jungle quickly along the cable;
Connie, a servant she had never seen directly, sacrificed her life for her own safety...
Then what?
Angel couldn't remember.
The next memory is shrouded in fog.
——Is it because Connie's death stimulated him and made him faint?
Forget it, it didn't matter. At this moment, Angel was more world-weary than ever before. He suddenly felt that living was really boring and boring.
What is the meaning of his existence?
Will he still be happy?
The woman behind him was the only person he thought he could rely on, trust, and like without any lust in his life.
It turned out that they were all fake.
"Who are you? What is your purpose in coming to me?" Angel asked.
He was not interested in Cheng Ling's answer.
He didn't want to show his disappointment and the pain of betrayal.
Otherwise, he will fail miserably.
He wanted to uphold the pride of the Miller family.
"I'm Cheng Ling, a little star from China. I think you should know it very clearly." Cheng Ling replied, "As for who sent me here...that's a secret and I can't tell you."
"Where are you taking me?" Angel didn't expect Cheng Ling to answer.
But Cheng Ling didn't hide it: "Go to your island to borrow something. I'm injured and need to be taken care of."
Is she hurt?
Angel's heart was suddenly tugged.
The next moment, Angel cursed himself in his mind: Am I fucking despicable?
She was hurt, shouldn't I be happy?
Angel bit his back molars and tried hard to suppress the trace of heartache.
He said in a vicious tone: "Then do you know who I am?"
"Of course I know," Cheng Ling said calmly, "The famous president of the United Freemasonry—Angel Miller."
Angel took a sharp breath, and then couldn't help but shudder.
It's Angel Miller!
Not Andrew Miller!
She actually knows her true identity!
——So, she called herself "angel" on purpose...
Angel didn't know why he was so sad. There was a strong bitterness in his throat, his eyes were swollen, and his nose was sore——
Therefore, everything Cheng Ling said and did on the island, including the way he dressed, had ulterior motives and was aimed at himself.
Angel felt a sharp pain that someone had peeked into the most embarrassing secret——
After a while, he forced himself to ask in an indifferent tone: "Did Fang Wenjian send you here?"
"Maybe, maybe not." Cheng Ling did not answer directly.
Angel then shook his head and denied his point of view: "No, it's definitely not Fang Wenjian - he is just like me, a fool who was confused and used by you."
Cheng Ling smiled and said nothing.
Angel stopped talking.
The shadow of the nameless island appeared in the field of vision, the size of a chocolate bean.
He couldn't help but ask again: "You can escape - why come back?"
Cheng Ling tapped her finger on the fuel level display on the instrument panel between the handles of the motorboat——
"I can't run away."
"That's stupid of you. Even if we blow up those viruses, we can still develop more viruses - you can't stop us forever."
"If I can stop it once, I will stop it once. If I can stop it twice, I will stop it twice. As for the future -" Cheng Ling smiled, "In the future, more people will stand up and stop you."
Angel was about to say something else when he suddenly felt something hard hit his lower back - a saber.
"Go ashore later, don't talk nonsense, you know, you are of no use to me now," Cheng Ling said softly, "Tell them, this is your new way of playing."
Angel shut his mouth.
The motorboat approached the dock, and four gun-wielding mercenaries immediately strode towards the motorboat, ready to welcome the owner off the boat.
When they saw clearly that Angel's arms were tied, the four mercenaries immediately stopped and raised their guns at the same time.
"Master? What are you—" a mercenary said warily.
"I'm playing a game," Angel responded calmly, "occasionally feel the feeling of being a hostage."
