Rib Flower [Ability]

He followed Sayero over the free trade tower, the tallest in Hong Kong City, and flew all the way to a huge space gas station.

Watching Sayero fly into the dark and narrow entrance of the space station, he turned on the low-altitude flight mode and slowly approached a window of the space station.The inside is dilapidated, as if it has been abandoned for a long time, and the walls are covered with dense bullet holes. It seems that there has been a fierce firefight here.

He saw Sayero push the flying motorcycle in, raised his hand and pressed on the helmet, and the lid of a fuel tank in front of him fell off, revealing an electronic screen inside.But unfortunately, due to the angle, he couldn't see what was displayed on that screen, only saw Sayero nodded.

Helo groped in along the window lightly. With the lessons learned from the past, he knew how alert Sayero was, so he was extremely careful this time and didn't make any noise.

"Understood, sir. I will complete this mission as soon as possible."

Hearing Sayero's voice, he froze for a moment, and looked at the screen with his head.

What appeared on the screen was the face of a middle-aged man.

Helo stared at his mouth curiously. He had learned how to read lips and could understand what this man was saying. Soon, he translated it in his mind simultaneously.

"I hope you succeed. You won't let Ayrin's sacrifice be in vain, will you?"

Eileen, who is that man?

What task is Sayero going to perform?Was it assigned to him by the Thorn Heaven?

Hero was thinking in surprise, but suddenly saw Sayero raised his arm, put it on his forehead, and saluted a standard military salute. The jaw line exposed by the helmet looked sharp and resolute.

His deep voice was as powerful as a hammer hammering, but his lips were trembling slightly: "No."

This extremely simple word seemed to be full of pain, and even Helo couldn't help but feel his heart tighten.For some reason, the completely unfamiliar name of Ai Ling gave him a strange feeling.He couldn't tell why, but it was like an invisible thorn that stuck into his heart along with the blood, and he couldn't pull it out.

"After all this is over, I will apply for withdrawal. Sir." Sayero paused, "I want to get married."

Hero's nerves jerked violently.

"Exit? Captain Sayero, are you serious? You are our best agent!"

The man on the screen showed a surprised expression, and wanted to say something more, but he seemed to be aware of his peeping, and his gaze went straight to his hidden direction.

"There are people nearby, find out immediately and kill them."

Helo understood the man's lips, and sneered in his heart—would Sayero kill him?A kind of rebellious psychology prompted him to jump in from the window. In an instant, Sayero's face changed color, and he touched his waist.

It was an urge to draw a gun.

Then the next second he fired, not at him, but at the screen.

Sayero shot a few times and shattered the screen of the communication terminal disguised as a fuel tank. Herlo vaguely felt that nervous reaction was like...

Sayero was afraid that the man on the screen would see himself.

This inexplicable feeling passed away in a flash, and he was scared away by the cloudy expression on Sayero's face.

He took a step back reflexively, and Sayero strode up, grabbed his arm like catching a rabbit, cut his hands back, and suppressed him on the flying motorcycle.

"How dare you stay in my brain?"

Sayero actually put a gun against his lumbar spine, and his leather gloved hand was stuck on the back of his neck, exuding a cold and dangerous aura.For a moment Helo felt that Sayero was almost a stranger at this moment.

He even threatened him with a gun?

He struggled to turn his head: "I can go wherever I like! I just like surfing in your brain!"

"Snapped".

Sayero slapped his ass hard.

The blood all over his body rushed to his brain immediately. Hero struggled to overturn the flying motorcycle, took the opportunity to turn over, squatted down and grabbed one of Sayero's feet like lightning, and bent his knees to push against his knee socket, but this move reversed the situation. In front of Sayero, it is completely insignificant.Sayero dodged it easily, and knocked him to the ground with one hand, like a wild wolf caught a little rabbit, grabbed his hands, bent down and pressed him down.

"You dare to try to do this to me again, Sayero, but now I am in your brain!"

Sayero reached out and took off the helmet and threw it aside, his eyes were dark, as if a rainstorm was brewing.Such a close distance made Herlo unexpectedly think of that unknown kiss, and the roots of her ears turned red.Even if he didn't want to admit it, Sayero's cold look was so sexy that he couldn't even get angry.

He had no choice but to force himself to be calm, and stared at him coldly with wide eyes: "Sayaro, let me tell you, you don't want to leave like this! If you want to stop me, you must give me a reasonable explanation!"

Sayero looked at him quietly for a while, his eyes flickering.

"Bullshit."

"Nonsense?" Helo laughed angrily, his eyes seemed to have dust in them, and the corners of his eyes were a little red. "What I did is in your eyes a child's nonsense?"

"Isn't it?" Sayero raised his eyebrows, lowered his head, and blew into his eyes, and his lips brushed his eyelids, "Some scum got in."

Helo was stunned for a few seconds as if scalded by sparks, and the circles of his eyes became redder.As soon as Sayero let go of his hand, he sprang up like a real rabbit, staring angrily at the man who was a head taller than him.

But he walked towards him, stretched out his hand to straighten his messy sideburns as before, and slid his fingers from his ears to his cheeks. Herlo froze there sensitively, a little at a loss.If he was only 13 years old, he would definitely throw himself into Sayero's arms without hesitation. Now he can't do this, it's too shameful.

"Delusion reverses our future by changing my memory, and only you can be so whimsical."

Sayero squeezed his earlobe, which was about to burn, "Have you ever thought about it, if the time and space here really changed reality, would you still exist now, Helo?"

Helo stood there dazedly, and murmured in despair: "But I don't want to be away from you for six years, I don't want you to suffer that pain, I don't want to just watch you die without being able to do anything one day."

"I won't die so easily, at least for you." Sayero clenched his hand, drooping his long eyelashes, and twisted the meteorite ring on his finger with his thumb, "Only following the established If you continue on this trajectory, I will meet you again in the future, my little rabbit."

"Wait! Just now you said who you want to marry..."

Helo stretched out his hand, and the sound of collapse came from all around again, the walls were torn apart, and he returned to the darkness in an instant.The plan to hack Sayero's brain apparently failed.

He clenched his fists and realized that the ring that Sayero had taken away in the previous memory had returned to his hand, and an inexplicable feeling rose in his heart, as if everything was destined.

Is this something that the future he brought back to his past?

Is this some kind of token between Sayero and him?

He was thinking absent-mindedly, floating quietly in the darkness, his figure seemed to emit a faint light in the void-like world, like a star illuminating the boundless and boundless space.

"No matter what, in the future track, I will never be abandoned by you again, Sayero."

Silently reading out a series of wake-up keys, Herlo took off the sensor helmet and let out a long and weary sigh of relief.

Invading a person's brain is a very labor-intensive task. If the other party's mental power is too strong, there is a possibility of being brainwashed.Now he felt as if he had encountered an avalanche, and his body was too dull to move.

It reminded him of the experience of skiing when he and Sayero traveled to Japan a few years ago (although now he thinks that Sayero is mostly there to perform some mission).He had indeed encountered an avalanche. Fortunately, Sayero, who had a lot of experience in survival, was there, and death passed them both.

He still remembers the situation at that time.They were trapped in the narrow cracks of the rocks, surrounded by icy snow, and Sayero was close to his body, just like the feeling now.

Helo moved his fingers that were almost frozen from the cold, and touched the man's face covered with frost, then he got out of the freezer-like medical cabin with difficulty, and looked back at the foggy glass, feeling a little dazed.

It's just that Sayero kept talking to him at that time, and even told a lot of lame jokes in order to prevent him from going into shock in the low temperature.I have to say that those jokes are too cold, and the fact that Sayero can tell jokes is not as funny in itself, but he was indeed amused, and he curled up in the opponent's arms and smiled like a "little seal that caught a fish"—— Of course it goes without saying where the adjective comes from.

Not only those jokes, but also the heat of that body are deeply embedded in the memory, which is unforgettable.

"Still cold, Helo? Don't sleep...don't sleep...promise me."

Sayero's nasal call still rings in his ears.

Helo felt again that he was being held by those big hands that were not much warmer than his own, and put into the zipper that was opened by the other party, and the cold shivering fingers touched his chest.

Sayero was having a fever and was shaking harder than him, but he couldn't break free even with the strength of his hand.The heat seemed to flow from his fingertips into the blood vessels, and even the heart was welded to death.

It seems that they are closely linked together.

The memory gradually left like an ebb tide, and he suddenly felt cold.He blinked, retracted his hand that was unconsciously pressing on the glass, wiped off the palm prints left by him, and sneezed when he put on the isolation suit.

Damn, he's going to catch a cold, he has to stay healthy, maybe it's a good choice to have some low-alcohol wine now, and then go to the warm living cabin to take a rest.Glancing worriedly at the medical cabin, he lit an electronic cigarette, put it in his mouth and walked out the door.

After activating the medical android guarding the door, he returned to his medical cabin, fell on the bed, took off his clothes and wrapped himself in a soft sleeping bag, opened the temperature-control pad that came with the sleeping bag, and shivered. Tremblingly, he opened a self-heating milk oatmeal can and drank it.

If he didn't have the heat-insulating bionic human tissue implanted in his body by Itanium, in terms of his original physique, he would probably be in shock by now.

Helo thought to himself, he curled himself up, as if falling into a man's warm embrace in a trance.After a few minutes, he wrenched himself out of this unrealistic fantasy and opened his eyes.

CIA——The code name that Sayero mentioned inadvertently, isn't it the abbreviation of US Intelligence Agency?

However, he found out that Sayaro had obviously worked for the German neo-Nazi army and was also the commander of the special forces. How could he be connected with the US Intelligence Agency?

In an instant, a word jumped to the surface of his brain, making his fingers tremble, and "click" cut off the e-cigarette in his hand—Spy.

There is a special retrieval i unit in the cia army, which is responsible for the assassination order in the special operations order. It is called "snake eater", also known as "dry and wet work". Mix of soldiers.Indeed, the headquarters of the German neo-Nazi army was destroyed from the inside.

To this day, how the German neo-Nazi army, which almost controlled half of the world, was defeated overnight is still a military mystery.

He pinches the broken cigarette butt between his fingers and laments that he is too far from Earth to hack into the US government network, otherwise this information would be enough for him to rummage Sayero's underpants.hateful.Why is this person so conscious even when his brain has been hacked?Most people would let him turn the world upside down in his head, but Sayero was able to counter him, which made him feel so frustrated.

At this moment, He Luo really felt that the rank difference between him and his brother was more than a little bit, it was a world of difference, he was still a child in front of him!

Unwilling to writhe in his heart like a poisonous snake, he threw away the broken cigarette, closed his eyes and sorted out the chaotic thoughts.If Sayero was a CIA member, his purpose of entering an illegal military group like Thorn Paradise could only be to be an undercover agent.He is investigating and waiting for an opportunity to destroy this huge force that runs through the interstellar market.

By him alone?

Want to isolate yourself like a fool and call it "protection"?

Don't do it.

Helo sneered, scooped up a large spoonful of oatmeal, stuffed his cheeks bulgingly, and swallowed it without swallowing, his stomach suddenly ached.

"Woo..." He covered his stomach, lay down on the bed and curled up, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Severely defective genes bring not only albinism, but also defective internal organs.

He suffers from an incurable digestive system disease, which has improved a lot after strengthening, but some "little problems" still occur from time to time.He is not good at taking care of himself, maybe Sayero once took care of him too well.

In the past at this time, Sayero would always gently hug him to the bed and feed him milk and oats bit by bit.He misses his hands, the taste of his milky oatmeal, so much that even though the vacuum-preserved canned oatmeal tastes unpalatable, he subconsciously eats it every time his stomach cramps torment him. Can.

It's almost become an ingrained habit.

He covered his mouth, endured the urge to vomit, and swallowed the last mouthful of oatmeal, his cheeks flushed, and a few physiological tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

Facing a genetically defective product that both parents dislike, how could Sayero have the patience to treat him for so many years?

Helo smiled self-deprecatingly, clutching his throbbing stomach, buried his face in the pillow, and couldn't help thinking of that unknown... kiss in Sayero's brain, in his extremely embarrassing situation.

And those excessive moves.

He recalled the situation that was both real and illusory at that time, and his body became slightly hot.He leaned back, his back pressed against the cold and hard metal deck, and his body temperature immediately cooled down.Compared with the real world he was in, the space that existed in Sayero's brain seemed too false, like a dream he fabricated.

—Are you satisfied?

Asking like that... probably to appease him.

Like Sayero soothing him when his lust first sprouted.

It's like an educational encouragement from an elder...or a reward, whatever!Anyway, it won't be... Sayero wants to do that.But his physical reaction at that time...

The young man curled up in the sleeping bag hugged his head like a confused little beast, messing up his silver hair, but a strange thought quietly bit the nerve endings - what would happen if he seduced Sayero?

Like a promiscuous male whore?Sit on each other with your legs wide open?

No, he can't do that.

Even if he did, Sayero's reaction would definitely push him into the ice cellar.This too special appearance has indeed made him admire and covet a large number of fanatical suitors, but Sayero has been with him day and night for eight full years, watching him grow from a kitten-like kid to a rebellious and rebellious boy, Presumably his appearance does not have any attraction for him.It's ridiculous and childish to have this kind of thinking.

Helo shrank himself into the sleeping bag and stared at the top of the low living cabin in a daze. He wanted to stay alert to his surroundings, and he just wanted to clear his mind and recuperate, but he fell asleep in a daze after a while.

Before falling asleep, Helo also failed to perceive that at this time, without his knowledge, the search and rescue ship had quietly deviated from the original route and headed in another direction under manual piloting.

It was a completely unknown and dangerous place, and a group of "hunters" with ulterior motives were waiting for their prey to be delivered to the door.