black tower

In the depths of the White Bird Desert, a man was stepping heavily on the sand. This man was exactly Sun Mu who had escaped from the Governor's Mansion earlier.

After leaving the Governor's Mansion, the military police along the way and the patrolling guards in the tower area quickly noticed the suspicious sentry covered in blood, which made Sun Mu have to fight a few more times before successfully getting rid of those endless pursuers.Most of the other members of Wings of Liberty who escaped quietly hid in the nearest new stronghold. As one of the commanders of this operation, Sun Mu had to return to the base to report to the priest himself.

Not everyone is qualified to come to the base of Wings of Liberty, but as the leader of the Slayers who Qi Ziming always relies on trust, Sun Mu is obviously bestowed with the highest trust.

In the Wings of Liberty Base located at the bottom of the desert, the new crazy neurotoxin is still under intense development, and the shortage of production materials has always been a pain in Qi Ziming's heart. The reason why he sent Sun Mu and Han Jun went to attack the head of the coalition government in order to force the tower area to put more power on protecting those mediocre people. In this way, they can better gather elite forces to plunder the subject Hemoglobin circulating between.

"Father, this is a sample of toxin X-204."

A researcher wearing a white isolation suit knocked on the door and entered Qi Ziming's circular office. He knew that the other party had been waiting for the latest test samples.

At this moment, Qi Ziming was standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, silently looking at the busy people in this grand and gloomy underground building in front of him. After decades of world war, as a compromise was reached between the supernatural and ordinary people, they abandoned this military base for counterattack and tried to seal it in a sea of ​​sand.However, the blood of freedom has never cooled down, and compromise is not the pursuit of all supernatural beings. They are indignant at the cowardice and powerlessness of some of their kind, and even laugh at the righteousness and peace that the other party says.Years have changed, and finally, after the Independent Alliance fell apart and became today's 24-tower area, the tough and stubborn hawks of supernatural beings established rebel groups like Wings of Liberty, continuing the unending battle.However, such actions will inevitably lead to tears between the supernatural beings, and now, this wound is getting deeper and more painful.

"Yan Hu, has its effect improved compared to the previous 203?" Qi Ziming turned around, and finally there was a hint of a smile in his indifferent eyes.

"The berserk speed is 32% faster, that is, within about [-] seconds, it can make the sentry go berserk. If it is used on the guide, it may cause the guide's mental sea to appear in a trance, thus making it lose its ability to act mentally. Of course, according to our experiments, the current drug efficacy can only have a relatively large effect on guides below A level." As the director of the Wings of Liberty Research Center, Yan Hu pushed his glasses proudly. The drug that everyone tried to add to interfere with the guide seems to be finally working.

"Very good. And how is the analysis of the detoxification effect of the toxin?" At present, for the sentinels whose neurotoxins have caused madness, the tower area generally adopts a large number of injections of wizards to detoxify. Synthetic wizards are not easy, and Qi Ziming hopes to further increase the difficulty of detoxification in the tower area.

"It is basically difficult to completely remove it. Even if it is removed, the poisoned sentinel may suffer from sequelae such as neuralgia due to drugs, and gradually lose its ability to fight."

Qi Ziming nodded in satisfaction. The powerful neurotoxin will greatly reduce the power of the tower area when facing them. Originally, he did not want to do this step, but the recent behavior of the tower area has gradually made him unbearable. The man who ran the towers was without a doubt one of the most obnoxious guides San Nerenza had ever seen.

"You did a good job. Of course, I still hope that you can develop the kind of medicine that can obliterate the consciousness of the sentinels and make them under control. In that way, it will be just around the corner for the supernatural beings to regain the dominion of this world."

"Uh... We have always kept your advice in mind. I believe that as long as we can continue to study, we will succeed!" Yan Hu secretly lamented Qi Ziming's terrifying idea in his heart. As a dark guide, the other party already has the ability to control The ability of other people's hearts and minds, but the other party didn't think it was enough, and wanted to use drugs to turn more people into obedient puppets.

"Okay. Then you go down first, and do some more experiments to ensure the stability of the drug." Qi Ziming ordered lightly. In the depths of this base, there are some towers that were kidnapped and arrested by Wings of Liberty. Sentinels or unregistered Sentinels, they are all experimental products brought to the base after being squeezed out of surplus value.In fact, in the many human experiments involving supernatural beings in the tower area, captives of Wings of Liberty were also used as test subjects, and Qi Ziming learned this from the undercover agents in the tower area a long time ago, which seems to be bright and righteous In the tower area, there is also a bottomless dark place.

Not long after Yan Hu left, soon someone reported that Sun Mu had returned.

Qi Ziming had seen the news that the Governor's Mansion was attacked before, but after that, it seemed that in order to control the spread of panic, the news media under the control of the coalition government interrupted the live broadcast one after another.

"Are you alone? Where's Jun Han?" Among all the members on this mission, only Sun Mu and Jun Han knew where the base was, and Qi Ziming's order to them was to return to the base and report the situation to him face to face, regardless of whether the mission was completed or not. .

"Father, Han Jun cut off the heir for us, so I came back first." Sun Mu wiped the blood on his face in frustration. After this operation, he did not retreat completely. After all, the guardians of the tower area are outnumbered. Taking advantage, even though Ling Feng couldn't exert 100% of his strength due to injury, he still hurt himself.

"You just let him die like this? Don't you know...he hasn't fully recovered to his previous state because of Wei Chen's death?" Qi Ziming walked slowly to Sun Mu with a sneer. The leader of my own killer for many years felt so disappointed, obviously I told him to keep a close eye on Han Jun, and if the other party made any changes, he would kill him on the spot, but now, the other party actually let Han Jun stop and ran back by himself.

Hearing the murderous intent in Qi Ziming's words, Sun Mu's complexion suddenly turned pale, and he hastily explained: "Zhao Hongguang's guiding ability far exceeds our estimation, if it is not for Han Jun's death, I am afraid that all of us will die." The damage is there. And according to my observation, Han Jun should have broken with the people in the tower area. He not only almost killed Du Wang’s son, but also killed other guardians. If he really wanted to defect, he definitely wouldn’t To this extent! So, please rest assured for a while."

The change of the situation far exceeded the expectations of Ling Feng, Zhao Hongguang and others. Han Jun, who was alone, finally left the battlefield. Not only that, the other party seriously injured twelve guardians, and killed all the guards including the S-level guide Min Hao. Five people, this is undoubtedly a painful and heavy blow to the Guardian.

"Why hasn't his mental body collapsed after being attacked?" Fu Tiantian looked at the exhausted Zhao Hongguang in shock. He knew how much energy the opponent needed to consume to maintain the extended attack of the spiritual sea.

Zhao Hongguang closed his eyes uncomfortably, and he could still feel the temperature of blood on his face. It was the blood of comrades who died protecting him. As the key to this battle, almost all the guardians present took It is his responsibility to protect him, which also makes him feel a lot of guilt and pain.

"I don't know. His mental body has indeed become very weak under my attack, but his mental barrier has not been affected by it. There must be very powerful guides in Wings of Liberty who are good at repairing and constructing the spiritual sea. "Zhao Hongguang sighed. He turned his head and saw Du Ruo. There were several more wounds on the other party's body than at the beginning. Although the color of blood could not be seen in the black uniform, the wounds on his neck, hands, and face The bloodstains have already explained everything.

"Sorry, you worked so hard, but we still let him escape." Du Ruo was already dizzy for a while due to excessive blood loss. He was supported by two comrades in arms, and he managed to stand still.

A black panther panting slowly came over from the crowd. It was Ling Feng's spiritual body. After this battle, the mental bodies of all the supernatural beings present were negatively affected by the expansion attack of Zhao Hongguang's spiritual sea. Affected, more or less there was a little discomfort, and Ling Feng, who was already bruised and bruised, had difficulty holding on for a while. This is one of the reasons why Zhao Hongguang finally had to give up expanding the spiritual sea attack. If this continues, he is worried Han Jun's mental body was not completely knocked down and collapsed, but the mental body of his colleagues in the tower area could not bear the pressure and collapsed.

The wound on his shoulder was aggravated during the battle with Han Jun. Ling Feng, half of his body soaked in his own blood, was sitting on the ground weakly. His condition was even worse than that of Du Ruo. The unhealed body is no longer worth mentioning in front of Han Jun at this time. This time, the other party even cut his injured shoulder and arm again with only two knives. You have to die in battle until the last drop of blood is shed before you quit the battle circle.

"Don't blame yourself so much. After all, what we are facing is the first S0-level sentry in Saint Nelensa in a hundred years. Heh...Han Jun, this guy is indeed capable." Now that things are up, Ling Feng has no choice but to put away I have always had a prejudice against Han Jun, even though he and Han Jun are only one grade apart, and before that, he always felt that the other party was no more than that. After all, after taking over the Guardian, the two had the same record against Wings of Liberty. This also gave him a lot of self-confidence, and Han Jun's many concessions in the past also made Ling Feng inadvertently look down on this opponent even more.

But now Ling Feng is clearly aware of his blindness and arrogance. Han Jun is indeed a very powerful and terrifying enemy. In front of the opponent, no one should take it lightly. Maybe even if Wei Chen is still alive, he may not be able to Control Han Jun who is unscrupulous like a mad dog.

"Captain Ling, I have tried my best." Zhao Hongguang looked at Ling Feng with a heavy heart, and lowered his head a little ashamedly. What he had to admit was that at the beginning, he was useless due to his personal affection for Han Jun. He tried his best, and with the stalemate in the later period, he had to consider his own safety and tied his hands and feet. In addition, his mental power was constantly exhausted, which gave Han Jun a chance to break out.

"We did our best." Ling Feng looked around at the dejected brothers standing there, as well as the heroes on the ground who died in this fierce battle, and sighed softly with a wry smile.

Lei Xingshuang, who had been severely slashed on his thigh, also walked over dragging his injured leg. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and tears glistened in his eyes.

"Damn it, it's his luck this time! Next time, I will kill him even if I try my best to avenge my brothers!"

I don't know if it's because this Guardian team led by Ling Feng encountered such a disastrous defeat for the first time, and the most unbearable thing is that they were defeated by the former Guardian leader. A huge grief and humiliation engulfed everyone like a tornado. Human emotions, Lei Xingshuang's hoarse roar tore every nerve of the guardians present.

"Revenge!" Someone yelled.

"Revenge!" The voices of more people also merged into it, and even Du Ruo, who had just joined the guardian, clenched his fists because of pain and anger.

Only Zhao Hongguang did not join the roaring ranks. He turned his head and looked at the place where Han Jun came out of the broken window. On the slag and the section, it makes people feel pain all over.Indeed, this time the guardian suffered a tragic defeat no less than that of the 754 incident back then, but Han Jun was not unharmed. Even if he could fight alone with a knife, he would not be able to guard against so many people and so many weapons. What's more, he, a powerful guide, has been trying to suppress the opponent's mental body, disturb Han Jun's five senses, and reduce his combat ability.

It's just that no matter how painful or uncomfortable, no matter how hard it was to see a trace of expression on Han Jun's face, he always maintained a contemptuous smile, and with the long-bladed war knife in his hand, he cut a bloody path abruptly.

Zhao Hongguang really wanted to know what was going on in Han Jun's mind at this moment. He had been in contact with that spiritual sea, and the great sadness contained in it made him have a strong emotional resonance for a time, which is why he wanted to To love this scarred sentinel well, to save the other party's original intention, but now, that powerful black barrier prevents the emotional communication between him and Han Jun, he can no longer understand the uncle he loves, and he can no longer be like himself As said to protect each other.

At three o'clock in the morning, in a back alley in District D4, the lights of the all-night tavern were still on, waiting for the frustrated people to have a drink.

This is one of the most marginal areas of Santa Nerenza. Poverty and violence are flooding this huge slum, and it also provides a corner for many marginalized people to survive.

Before Han Jun officially entered the tower area and became an active sentinel, he and his father Han Ding lived in this messy and dirty area. The rotten smell in the air gave him a familiar and reassuring feeling.

"Cough...cough..." Han Jun leaned on his long knife, coughed and walked into this alley that was destined to have no cameras. Even in this era, the life and death of the poor are still not worth mentioning. Funds are always given priority to the core area. After all, the people who live there seem to be more noble by nature. Even a superhuman who is feared and vigilant like himself, when he takes out his black card and directly buys the villa in A1 area At the same time, the staff who were trembling at the beginning can immediately overcome the fear of the supernatural being and provide him with the best service.

The owner of the tavern is a grey-haired old man. Because of the cold weather, there are fewer and fewer people coming to drink late at night recently, but the tavern is always open. After all, money is not so easy to earn in this era. Especially in such an area where there is no hope.He guards the empty tavern, smoking a homemade cigar, drinking strong tea, and staring at the TV hanging on the wall that was eliminated decades ago.

When the old man heard someone push the door, before he happily went to greet this rare guest, the strong smell of blood in the air immediately shocked him.

"Give me a pot of the strongest wine." Han Jun panted slowly and found the nearest chair to sit down. His mental body was seriously injured, and his physical body was not much better.

"No, I'm sorry, I'm closing, why don't you go..." Seeing that Han Jun had blood flowing down the stool as soon as he sat down, the old man decided to close early. There was no famous wine in the tavern. They were low-quality wines that he brewed himself. In order to reduce the cost and make them affordable for the poor, he had to add alcohol to them.

Han Jun didn't speak, he threw the blood-stained long knife on the table, and stared at the old face of the tavern owner calmly.

People who run taverns in the slums are always a little courageous, and the old man also saw that Han Jun probably didn't bother to rob him, so he gritted his teeth and quickly turned around to pour out a pot of the strongest liquor in the store.

By the time the old man put the wine pot on the table, Han Jun had already untied his shirt, exposing his bloody chest. After pulling out the short-bladed war knife at his waist with his backhand, he picked up the wine pot and went to the table without saying a word. The wound on his chest collapsed, and then Han Jun ignored the old man's shocked gaze, cut open the wound with a saber and picked out a bullet.

"Uh!" With the sound of bullets falling on the ground, Han Jun finally groaned unbearably. This was a souvenir given to him by Du Ruo, and the other side's shot was aimed at his own life.

Fortunately, he grabbed another person in time to block in front of him, but even so, the bullet still passed through that unlucky ghost, and went straight into his chest, and finally got stuck in his ribs.

The bullet pierced through and injured the periosteum, and the severe pain made Han Jun's eyes black for bursts, not to mention the other wounds on his body that were still bleeding.

"Give me something, I want to bandage the wound." Han Jun heaved a sigh of relief, looked up and stared at the old man who had been too scared to speak, but this time, he smiled, "Little Brother Wu , do you really not remember me?"

Little Fifth Brother?That was a title more than 20 years ago, and now people call themselves Xiao Wuye, which may not mean respect, but this gray hair is still old enough to be called "Ye" by others.

The fear in the old man's heart suddenly dissipated at this moment. He looked at Han Jun suspiciously. His handsome and cold face, which had turned pale from blood loss, always made him feel a little familiar.

"You, you are..."

But the fifth master is old after all, his memory has become a rat's nest, disorganized, and he can't remember where he has seen Han Jun.

"My dad liked to come to your place for a drink at night." Han Jun took a sip from the flagon. He was very thirsty, but the poor quality liquor did not alleviate the situation. On the contrary, it made him feel that his throat was burning. After becoming the Chief Sentinel, all he drank was high-end champagne and red wine. Such low-quality white wine was really terrible. I don’t know why his father could drink a pot of it silently without frowning. .

"Has your father ever come to my place to drink?" Little Fifth Master was still trying to find some familiar traces on Han Jun's tough facial features.

Han Jun grabbed the jug and poured it on the wound on his back. He needed the pain to cheer himself up.

"The poor-tempered and stinky wandering sentinel more than 20 years ago, he has good wine, he never makes a scene when he is drunk, and he never defaults on the drink. He likes to sit in this seat and drink, and then Order a plate of peanuts, and sometimes bring me over to eat something." Han Jun stretched out his hand at the table to compare, at that time, he was only about as tall as the table.

"Ah! I remembered, he hasn't been here for a long time?! You are his son, that little one?!" There was a gleam of light in the old man's cloudy eyes. This tavern was once a lively place, even though some customers Never belonged to this excitement.

"Why are you injured so badly? I'll go get you medicine and gauze!" The old man vaguely remembered the sentinel Han Jun had mentioned. Until now, many people don't want to be controlled by the tower area and choose to work for the trade union or some The supernatural beings of private organizations are still wandering in the border security area. There are not so many requirements for their identities here. As long as they don’t hurt others casually, ordinary people can live in peace with them. More than 20 years ago, this Tibetan family The tavern in the mean lane is visited by sentries for the first time.

At that time, in the impression of ordinary people, supernatural beings were people who were capable of making a lot of money. Even if they were in the D4 area, they would not bother to hang out in such a low-end tavern.And in Xiao Wuye's tavern, Han Ding, who could only drink the cheapest bad wine every time, undoubtedly refreshed everyone's views on supernatural beings. It turns out that there are such bad guys among supernatural beings.

However, unlike other supernatural beings who like to bully others, Han Ding never shows off his status as a sentinel. Although his attitude towards people is a bit too cold, he is not impolite. Sometimes, he would even say thank you in a low voice, which was one of the few words he said every time.

Han Jun looked around the empty tavern. After Han Ding took over the mission of the guild, should he stay in that cold and dark home, or take himself to the tavern, order a curry chicken leg rice for himself, and let I am here waiting for him to come back. Now this place is no longer as lively as it used to be, and the curry chicken drumstick rice dish is no longer on the mottled menu on the wall.

Xiao Wuye's home is on the second floor of the tavern. He rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find hemostatic powder and some clean white cloths that hadn't been used for a long time, and hurriedly sent them to Han Jun.

"Sorry, I don't have gauze at home. Do you think this is okay?" The old man looked embarrassed. Facing Han Jun, he was no longer afraid, but had a kind of pity for the son of the old man.

"Thank you." Han Jun smiled, picked up the powder and sprinkled it on the wound, then tore off the white cloth and wrapped it tightly around the scarred upper body.

In such an instant, the memory of Xiao Wuye came back completely. He looked at Han Jun in surprise and exclaimed: "I didn't expect you to be so old. But it's also... It's been more than 20 years. You and your father It really seems. By the way, is your father okay? He hasn't come here to drink for a long time."

After Han Jun bandaged the wound, he put on his clothes. When he heard Xiao Wu asked this question, he was slightly taken aback, and quickly said with a smile: "My father has been dead for many years."

"Ah, I'm sorry! I don't know!" The old man's heart sank, and he didn't know what to say to Han Jun for a moment. After all, the other party was no longer the child he was back then, let alone a fragile man.

"It's okay." Han Jun stood up while speaking. Although he tried to avoid the patrolling military guards along the way, the cameras along the way would always expose his whereabouts, and he had more important things to do. Must rush back to base.

"By the way, is there anything to eat? I want a curry chicken drumstick rice." Before leaving, Han Jun decided to order something more. He hadn't eaten for a day, and it was very important for him to preserve his energy at this time. Important, and what he can't stand the most is starvation. In the Black Tower, those days when he could only receive nasal feeding every day can be said to be one of the reasons why he was tortured to death.

"As you can see, the business is not doing well now, and I don't sell any more food here. Uh, but... there should be a few rice balls in the kitchen, if you don't mind..." The old man smiled awkwardly , because the people who come here are getting poorer and fewer. In the past, a curry rice that only cost [-] general bellas was considered a luxury, and few people would consume it.

"Thank you very much." Han Jun wiped the long-bladed war knife and put it back into the scabbard. This kind of weapon made of special material is not easy to stick to blood, but today's battle is so fierce that the knife is also attached to the scabbard. There was a thick layer of blood stains.

Fist-sized rice balls, with a hard yellow crust at the bottom, with a ball of salad dressing inside, which is considered seasoning.Han Jun ate three of them in one go, and then drank a large glass of hot water. He regarded the inferior white wine as alcohol and used it to treat the wound.

"Eat slowly, and be careful of choking." Seeing that Han Jun was still gobbling like before, the old man showed a relieved smile, no matter what he ate, he could eat so deliciously.

Han Jun wiped his mouth. For some reason, he thought of curry chicken drumstick rice at this moment, and also thought of the omelet rice that Zhao Hongguang made for himself.

After taking out a [-]-yuan general-purpose Bella from his blood-soaked pocket and putting it on the table, Han Jun said to Xiao Wuye: "Thank you for taking care of my father and son in those years. Brother Wu, I'm leaving gone."

"Just treat it as if I invited you! What kind of money are you taking!" The old man was flattered and wanted to hand the money back to Han Jun. He had never considered why Han Jun had such an injury, and why he came to him at this point in time. In the store, he only knew that the other party was the son of an old man.

"Take it. These things are useless to me." Han Jun shook his head and pushed Xiao Wuye down on the stool at the door. He smiled and glanced at the stunned old man, then turned and walked in A dark alley, and then, his voice came from the depths of the alley, "If someone comes to find you, just say that I went to the White Bird Desert. In that case, they should give you a sum of money."