Force unlock

5 minutes ago.When Esgarda and the others encountered the group of soldiers, Tazito was retreating surrounded by his men in the woods on the other side of the grass.

Tazito's hands were covered with blood, which was stained when he saved someone just now.His complexion was very bad, and he suppressed a feeling of nausea.He's fast on his feet and needs to decide a rendezvous point quickly, all the survivors are in a mess and they need him.

Before they encountered the surprise attack, Mr. 11 wanted to leave quietly, but now he stayed.He walked with Tazito, driving the surrounding environment detector to detect the surrounding heat.

"11, help me analyze the terrain here." Tazito said.A subordinate noticed that Tazito's voice was unusual and asked, "Boss, are you alright?"

Tazito didn't answer, looking at Mr. Eleven. Mr. 11 made a "over there" look to the right.That direction was covered by dense bushes, and the shadow of rocks in front could be vaguely seen.

"Boss, why did we escape?" one of his subordinates asked Tazito angrily, "We should go back and kill them!"

"Don't be stupid," another older subordinate whispered to him, "Don't make a sound, be careful not to be killed."

At this moment, the third subordinate suddenly fired a shot.It was an old shotgun.In this silent forest, the explosion was like broken glass kicked in a silent classroom, and the broken glass pierced the eardrum.Everyone looked in the direction of the shooting.Not far away, a soldier following them fell down.Before anyone could react, they heard another muffled sound beside them.Tazito knelt down on the ground, gasping for breath, trembling uncontrollably.

"Boss!" His subordinates surrounded him nervously, thinking he had been shot.Tazito grabbed one of them. He tried his best to control himself and said with difficulty: "Go over there and tell everyone to gather there."

"What about you!" the subordinate asked.

Tazito: "I'll be over soon. Hurry up..."

He forcibly pushed his men away, and was picked up from the ground by Mr. 11. Mr. 11 dragged him into the bushes to hide.Looking out from the grass and trees, two more soldiers heard the gunshots and came to check the situation. Mr. 11 said to Tazito, "Don't move."

Mr. 11 left the bushes.Came back in less than half a minute.Tazito was leaning against a rock, struggling to breathe.He saw that Mr. 11 was about to put away the gun and reached out to the gun.He stared at the gun, preventing himself from looking away.He tried to touch the gun with his fingertips, but a wave of nausea took hold of him.He was cold and shaking violently.

He never touched the gun until the end. Mr. 11 stuffed the gun into his pocket and said to him, "Don't force yourself, this is only temporary."

Tazito knelt down and hugged his head.His hands were still shaking, and he desperately held his own, trying to change the situation. Mr. 11 looked at him, not knowing what else to say at this time.The gunshot wounds he suffered left Tazito with an intense psychological disorder known medically as post-traumatic stress disorder.The raid exposed Tazito to sources of trauma, and his spine was like an overloaded bridge that threatened to collapse at any moment.

The more Tazito forced himself to be strong, the more helpless he seemed.Humans are fragile, much weaker than they think.But they are ashamed to admit their weakness.

This useless rational thinking made Mr. 11 feel a little frustrated again.He couldn't empathize with Tazito's pain, but he wanted Tazito's pain to end immediately.

"I can handle it myself..." Tazito, who was squatting on the ground, said, "Aren't you going to do something?" He stood up and staggered forward, Mr. 11 supported him.Tazito pushed him away, but lost his weight and fell to the ground.He immediately struggled to his feet again.

Mr. 11 was pushed aside and his face became very pale.He grabbed Tazito's arm firmly and dragged him roughly in front of him.Tazito, who lost his center of gravity, subconsciously grabbed Mr. 11's clothes and almost threw himself on him.

"Does accepting my help make you ashamed like that?" Mr. 11 asked him viciously.Tazito's head was about to explode, and he blurted out: "What are you talking about..."

Mr. 11: "Is the only thing you want from me is sex?"

Tazito: "..."

Tazito felt pain in his arm from being scratched.He still hasn't stopped shaking, his chest heaving.His eyes gradually focused on Mr. 11's face from the blur.

Then he felt Mr. Eleven grabbing his trembling hand.It was a very firm and strong touch, like what a child feels, a father's hand. Mr. Eleven is trying to stop his trembling in this way.

"After we go back, we need a period of psychological treatment." Mr. 11 comforted him, "It's not a big problem, it will be fine."

Tazito: "Then we have to go back!"

Mr. 11: "Yes. I'm here."

Tazito gasped tremblingly, gritting his teeth.Gunshot wounds ached all over his body, forcing him to recall the agony of bleeding and dying.The pain continued, clouding his judgment.

At this moment, Tazito's terminal beeped.The only thing that can make Tazito's terminal ring is an emergency communication from an important person.Tazito immediately shook off Mr. 11's hand and took out the terminal.His hands were still shaking badly, and he failed to unlock it twice. Mr. 11 naturally connected the terminal.It was Esgarda who was calling for help.

After Mr. 11 hung up, he asked Tazito to wait here, and he went to pick up the person, then turned and left after speaking.Tazito stared gloomily at his back until he disappeared into the darkness.

He looked down at his trembling hands, where the body heat of a robot remained.As if he was about to grab something, he lightly clasped his hand.