Number Thirteen’s various strange traits all have explanations. Gao Yang lightly coughed and said in a deep voice, "It’s all in the past." Number Thirteen, with a serious face, said, "It’s not over." Gao Yang softly said, "It can be, it really can be." "The things that aren’t over, you don’t understand." "I understand. It really can be over. As long as you try to accept a new life, everything will pass, and the future will be better." Number Thirteen smiled faintly, shook his head again and said, "No, it won’t be over." After speaking, Number Thirteen took the second glass of cocktail, then slowly said, "I hate her deeply, even now I still hate her very much, but I also love her, love her to the bone, can’t stop myself, can’t forget. I feel a thrill when I think that I killed her with my own hands, but the thought also leaves me so grief-stricken I can’t breathe. You can’t understand, and can’t possibly grasp it because you have never experienced that kind of emotion, so how could you know?" Number Thirteen raised his glass, toasted Gao Yang and Taylor, and said, "Cheers, to the food." He downed the drink in one go, and Number Thirteen said poignantly, "After she died, I had to find a new reason to live, so I decided to find my sister, and now I have." A chill ran through Gao Yang’s heart, sensing that something was about to happen with Number Thirteen. If Number Thirteen’s psychology was healthy, that would be truly strange. But as long as he has a goal to support him, he can live. If even that goal is gone, there’s no telling what could happen. Someone like him, if not destroying others, would destroy himself. After finishing the cocktail, Number Thirteen pointed at the plate in front of him and smiled, "Caviar, top-quality black caviar. I’ve been to this hotel before. Their caviar has always tasted great." Gao Yang said helplessly, "Bro, don’t do this, you’re scaring me. Why are you saying these things? Why are you doing this? What exactly do you want to do? Don’t say you just want to vent; I’m really willing to be a listener. But I’m worried..." Number Thirteen raised a hand to stop Gao Yang, smiled, and said, "What I need is exactly a listener. Learn from Pigeon; he’s a qualified listener, whereas you’re not." Gao Yang, disturbed and lowering his voice, angrily said, "I don’t fucking want you to die! Damn it, what on earth are you thinking in that head of yours!" Number Thirteen elegantly took a bite of caviar, picked up a white napkin to wipe the corners of his mouth, then closed his eyes to savor the sensation of the caviar bursting in his mouth, afterwards opening his eyes and smiled at Gao Yang, "I just feel like I’m about to die, and there’s some stuff I need to say, or I might not have a chance to say it later. I can’t live the way I used to anymore, you know? In the past, every year on this day, I would find a redheaded woman to kill, but now that I know you, you bleeding heart, I’ve decided to stop this habit." Having said that, Number Thirteen quietly sighed and said softly, "I’m tired, I suddenly feel really tired. Last night, I dreamed she came to find me, so maybe I’m going to die soon. Actually, I really want to see her now. Death wouldn’t be so bad." Gao Yang felt a chill down his spine, muttering to himself, "F**k! You need to see a psychiatrist; you can’t go on ." Taylor lightly coughed and gently said, "Buddy, I really didn’t know you had this kind of experience in Kiev. I think perhaps you should take a break." Seeing the scenes trigger emotions, had Gao Yang known Number Thirteen had such a complicated past in Kiev, especially today, he would never have let Number Thirteen come, even if it were the death of him. Gao Yang immediately nodded and said, "That’s right, we’re leaving at once. Let Morgan find the gun himself; we’re leaving now!" Gao Yang was particularly eager to find Morgan’s gun, but he couldn’t accept Number Thirteen dying, not even possibly. The gun can be found slowly, but once a person is gone, they’re truly gone. Follow current novels on NoveI-Fire.ɴet Gao Yang felt a strong sense of unease, not some kind of sixth sense, but his extreme anxiety about Number Thirteen’s psychological state, so he wanted to quickly take Number Thirteen away from here. Number Thirteen shook his finger and softly said, "Here we are again, on this day. Last time, our mission failed. This time I want to complete it, I must complete it! Whether it’s the Presidential Palace or Poloneshenko’s mansion, I must get inside to retrieve that gun. Don’t think you can stop me." Gently finishing his words, Number Thirteen smiled faintly and said calmly, "Let’s eat, finish our lunch, then push me to the entrance of the Presidential Palace for a stroll. It’s not prohibited for people to sightsee there." The food was delicious, but Gao Yang couldn’t eat, and Taylor, despite this being his first luxurious high-class meal, also found it tasteless. Only Number Thirteen ate all his food with great appetite and a sense of normalcy. After the meal, Gao Yang pushed Number Thirteen along the road, just opposite the Presidential Palace, separated by the iron fence divider in the middle of the road, watching the Presidential Palace like a tourist. Number Thirteen sighed and helplessly said, "If there were a woman pushing the wheelchair behind me, it would all seem much more normal. With you two pushing me, it’s not normal; it doesn’t suit my style. I said from the beginning you should have let Karima come." Gao Yang hesitated. Just then, Taylor continuously gave him looks, so Gao Yang softly said, "For the sake of action convenience, it’s better to let Karima come." Gao Yang and Taylor had the same idea: have Karima come so she could spend more time with Number Thirteen. Maybe then he wouldn’t want to die and would at least find some reasons to keep living. Gao Yang changed his mind, but Number Thirteen regretfully said, "There’s no need for her to come because we can’t get into the Presidential Palace. If I could go in person, give me three months, prepare carefully, and then find a suitable opportunity, maybe I could sneak in. But now, unfortunately, I can’t go in myself." Upon finishing, Number Thirteen looked annoyed and said, "We can only take a look at Poloneshenko’s mansion. Before he moves, there isn’t much time left, so we must hurry." Gao Yang said in a deep voice, "Not necessarily. We haven’t scouted well yet; maybe we can find a loophole. I think focusing here is better; who knows, we might find an opportunity soon." Number Thirteen shook his head and said, "This is the Presidential Palace in the end, the level of security is different. The mindset of those guards is different from those of billionaire’s bodyguards. Forget it, I won’t explain these to you. Just one look and I know we can’t get in here, no chance in the short term. I currently can’t create an opportunity to get in. If we can only wait for a chance to get in, it could be days or even years. So forget about here, focus on Poloneshenko’s mansion in Kiev, it’s the only option." (To be continued. If you work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)