The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 579 - 572 Not Friends

Chapter 579: Chapter 572 Not Friends

All sorts of factors had led to the current situation where whoever held air superiority could do as they pleased. Although this state of affairs would soon be broken due to both sides re-emphasizing anti-aircraft defenses, for now, in this extremely crucial battle, the Sanitation Worker had been defeated.

The helicopter landed directly on the ground without needing to rope down, because the forces on the ground had completely lost the ability to resist.

Ram jumped out of the helicopter again, followed by Li Jinfang and Ailin. The three of them quickly ran toward the off-road vehicle that was now thoroughly ignored.

It was really hard to move with hands cuffed behind the back. Murphy struggled to wiggle out of the vehicle, laboriously turned over, and with difficulty crawled down. Just as his feet touched the ground and he tried to stand up, someone helped him up by the arms.

Ram held his gun in both hands in front of his chest, so he simply nodded at Murphy and said with a smile, "Hey, Murphy, long time no see. I recognized you from the helicopter; your bald head is very shiny."

Li Jinfang pushed Murphy aside and then he opened the passenger door. Ram glanced inside and saw a person with their head to the side, their right hand clutching a gun resting on their chest, and blood all over the headrest of the seat.

Swallowing a gun to commit suicide, what a pity, they couldn’t take him alive.

Ram exhaled and said, "Murphy, your situation doesn’t seem too good. So who is this guy?"

Murphy stood up straight, watching Ram without saying a word.

"What, can’t an old friend even say a word when they meet?"

Murphy watched Ram for a moment, then he said coldly, "I am in this predicament because they think I collude with you. This guy is called Thompson, a very important Graycloak with significant status. But he’s dead. Suicide. It’s because I kept provoking him, that’s why he did it."

Ram pouted like a child and after a moment of silence, he sighed and said, "What a pity."

Murphy shook his head slightly, took a deep breath, and said, "Cut the crap and do what you have to do. I don’t know if I can withstand the Black Devil and say nothing, but I want to try."

Ram shrugged and said, "The Black Devil... "

Ram didn’t finish his sentence, because saying anything might become an extremely important piece of intelligence to the enemy. So even under these circumstances, he wouldn’t speak carelessly. It was the basic discretion of someone who deeply understood the importance of secrecy.

Ram felt deeply moved and said softly, "So you think I’m the enemy, and I should let the Black Devil entertain you, right?"

Murphy responded coldly, "Isn’t it so?"

Just then, Li Jinfang shouted to Ram, "Clear!"

Ram finally lowered the rifle that he had been holding at the ready. He then said to Murphy, "I honestly didn’t know you were in Malakal. Otherwise, I would have been very sad. Because I always thought of you as a friend, ever since you told me about leaving the big city, taking Yelena to a place where no one would be around, and living out the rest of your life."

Murphy turned his head away, muttering softly, "I just didn’t want... never mind. I didn’t expect you would do better. You not only found a safe place for yourself, but you also brought everyone along. Ram, we are enemies after all, and that’s something that cannot be changed."

Ram was silent for a moment, then he looked up and asked, "So what should I do? What do you want me to do?"

Murphy spoke firmly, "I hope you can shoot me dead with one shot, but I don’t know if you are willing. If it were me, I definitely wouldn’t be. I would torture you over and over until you spilled everything you know. Alright, now that we have talked about this, I shouldn’t have any more expectations."

Murphy looked at Thompson in the passenger seat and then said with a face full of resentment, "This damned idiot ruined everything. He even knew that I had never given you any intelligence, so he hastily killed himself, not even willing to shoot me first."

Ram gave a bitter smile and said, "I’m only good at persuading with a gun. Well, it looks like I’ll need to find someone else to talk to you."

Is there anything good about talking to Murphy? Actually, there isn’t. Ram, as a person, isn’t cruel enough or tough enough. He didn’t want to kill Murphy, but he also knew he couldn’t persuade him.

But fortunately, Ram had a good candidate in mind.

Ram said softly into the walkie-talkie, "Number Thirteen, I think it’s better for you to talk to Murphy."

Murphy’s eyes went wide, and then another helicopter began to descend, eventually landing beside him.

A thin, small man got off the plane and walked straight to Murphy. Ram said quietly, "I’m very busy. I’ll leave it to you, and also..."

Ram whispered into Number Thirteen’s ear, "I owe him a big favor. If you really can’t talk him round, kill him, but don’t torture him."

Ram glanced back at Murphy. He didn’t say anything else, merely gestured with his hand, and then he, Li Jinfang, and Ailin quickly ran into the darkness.

Now only Murphy and Number Thirteen were left, quietly facing each other. Then Murphy couldn’t help breaking the silence first becasue he knew that if it were just a staring contest, Number Thirteen could outlast him until the next morning without blinking once.

"You look much better."

Number Thirteen remained still and silent.

Murphy lifted his head and said with a resigned expression, "Being stared at like this by a psycho killer, even I would feel a strong sense of oppression. Alright, what do you want to say? Or what do you want to do?"

Number Thirteen took a step forward, a small blade appearing between his fingertips. Murphy smiled and said, "Thank you."

The blade started to flip back and forth between Number Thirteen’s fingers, but he didn’t use his blade.

Eventually, Murphy couldn’t help asking, "What are you trying to do?"

The blade was in his right hand, and suddenly Number Thirteen stretched out his left hand and slapped Murphy’s face hard.

Murphy was stunned for a moment, then he yelled, "What are you doing!"

Number Thirteen still refused to speak, and he stretched out his hand again to slap Murphy hard on the head.

Murphy yelled, "Fuck! You know I hate it most when someone hits my head!"

Number Thirteen once again slapped Murphy hard on the head, and because he was much shorter than Murphy, it was not an easy task for him.

Murphy roared, "Stop it! You damned..."

Number Thirteen took a step forward and slapped hard on Murphy’s bald head again.

"What on earth are you trying to do! Speak, will you!"

Number Thirteen pursed his lips, his face relaxed and indifferent, ignoring Murphy’s words, then he simply slapped him again.