Rib Flower [Ability]

"Is it a chromosomal mutation caused by the break of the gene chain during the replication process? It's amazing...Ai Ling, you are more charming than before." Isaiah admired softly.

"I told you, I'm not some Ai Ling!" Helo roared through gritted teeth.

Isaiah sat down on the interrogation table in the torture room, took a sip of the "Milky Way" in the cup, and watched the thorn in his side that had ruined his efforts to be helped to sit on the chair, and the mechanical locks locked his limbs and The neck was clasped tightly, like a death row prisoner sitting on the electric chair, and he smiled with satisfaction.

He raised his glass to Sayero.

"Eer, I should congratulate you, Sayero, you have created a beautiful work of art."

"It reminds me of my masterpiece..."

Isaiah lowered his voice, his electronic eyes gleaming with pleasure.

"Remember how I tortured Ai Ling little by little in front of you, and saw how you knelt in front of his corpse and cried bitterly, with blood in your eyes, like a crazy beast."

"what are you saying?"

Helo took a deep breath, and squeezed out a few words through the gap between his blood-oozing teeth.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Isaiah raised his voice in surprise, and a finger brushed his lips, "I forgot that you are not Ai Ling now, you don't remember those good memories...you are just an imperfect copy .”

"What... a replica?" Herlo blinked her unfocused eyes a few times, feeling like she had heard it wrong.

"I don't have time to answer your questions. You can ask him yourself. Well, wake him up for me."

Withdrawing the sensual expression on his face, Isaiah snapped his fingers, and a medical staff came over and put on gloves, took a light yellow injection from the shelf next to him, and walked towards Sayero.

"What are you going to inject him with!?" Holo snapped.

"Don't get excited, it's just a little stimulant. He's in cryogenic hibernation, and it's not so easy to wake up. I have to refresh him."

"No, you can't just inject him with anything! He..."

Before he finished speaking, Isaiah had already walked in front of him, put the glass in his hand against his lips, caught his chin unexpectedly, and poured down half the glass of wine.

Helo turned his head and coughed a few times, shaking his body vigorously, but even the strengthened bones couldn't make him break free from the restraints on his hands, it just opened up the loose medical uniform more.

Under the gaze of the whole room, a sense of shame like a prey in a cage seized his heart.Before it could be stopped, the needle had pierced Sayero's carotid artery, and the medicinal liquid was quickly pushed into his body.

The blood vessels emerging on the skin immediately became clearer. After a spasm, the man's long and narrow eyelids slowly opened a crack.The smoky pupils seem to be covered with a layer of thick fog, and there is a bottomless darkness in the depths.

A chill ran up Isaiah's spine for no reason, causing him to raise his eyebrows.

Sayero is not quite right.

This feeling, as if the powerful opponent in front of him is dead, and what he is facing is just a corpse.

Even if it is a corpse, it is impossible to force it to spit out the information he wants.

Clenching the crystal cup in his hand, Isaiah bent down and stared into Sayero's eyes for a few seconds, and found that the pupils of the other party shrank slightly, and the arc of his lips deepened.

"It's never a wise choice to keep silent at this time, Sayero." He stretched out a finger and pressed it on the other's eyelid, pointing his fingernails at his eyeballs, "Tell me what you use to verify your identity in cia What is the password of , I need to borrow your account to enter the internal network of the US Department of Defense, do you mind? I hope you do not mind. Because if you mind, I have to use the You got your irises out and put them to use."

"Wait! It's not that simple!"

Helo was so frightened that his breathing became disordered, and his voice almost growled, "It's useless for you to dig out his eyes. The US government's system network has long applied the new technology of consciousness recognition. Unless you can copy his brain, you will be considered a clone." He is also a dreamer. As early as a few years ago, I tried to hack into the US government network, and successfully cracked the third layer of protection. If you need it, I can help you!"

"I know, you are the 'Silver Wing Wanderer'." Isaiah smiled eccentrically, as if not surprised by it, "Indeed, you have his genes, his talents..."

Resisting the urge to question, Helo stared at the person in front of him, turned his head away from his hand touching his cheek, and drooped his slender silver eyelashes: "I can help you, on the condition that you let him go."

"What qualifications do you have to negotiate with me? You may be able to help me, but you will definitely not be more valuable as a weapon against Sayero."

Isaiah moved away the harassing hands, turned around, sat back on the table, and turned the swivel chair that Sayero was sitting on so that the two brothers had to face each other.

Seeing the light blue blood vessels on the back of his hand twitch slightly, Isaiah grinned, and put his hands on the other's shoulders, which could not move at all.

"I reminded you of something, didn't I?"

"Seriously, I admire you for being able to do that. But you told me that the nerve block blocked your feelings at the time, but after that, can it heal your rotten scar? No, you can't. Great Mr. Agent, you will never forget that Elling was raped by me in front of you, filled with battery acid, cut off limbs, trembling, incontinent, and died without dignity look..."

Isaiah laughed strangely, raised his hand, and slowly poured a glass of wine on the head of the man in front of him.

"I know you can hear me. I'll let this happen again."

Isaiah leaned slightly, leaned close to Sayero's ear, and parted his purple lips.

"After all, destroying works of art is one of the great joys of my life. Are you still going to keep silent? Oh, it doesn't matter... You can clone another one, ten, a hundred, and pretend that none of this happened, Confess to a fake for ten years, 20 years, until the end of your life."

Looking at the astonished and confused expression of the young man on the shelf, Isaiah moved his hands and pressed the button on the remote control, and the mechanical arm pulled his legs apart a little bit, forming a humiliating posture.

"What a beautiful body... It's a pity that you are not Ai Ling, but a fake, a cloned slave."

"Clone slaves".

The well-defined word pierced Helo's skull unexpectedly, and he was stunned for a moment.

Seeing the movement of the man walking towards him to unbutton his pants, Herlo realized what they were going to do to him.

"Go away!" He roared viciously, his mouth was opened by one hand, and he forcefully poured down a large amount of spicy wine, the skin from the base of his ears to the side of his neck instantly turned crimson.

When he coughed violently, Isaiah poured the remaining half of the bottle down on his head.

"Ah... I guess, Sayero has already fucked you? Otherwise, I can't figure out how to raise a genetically defective cloned slave by my side. What fun is there other than being a prisoner? Do you repent all day long with this face? ?”

Insulting the captive who was unable to fight back heartily, Isaiah approached him, stretched out his hand to caress his smooth cheek, just like stroking the man's fragmented corpse many years ago, under the shadow, his expression was almost lingering. Sensational, as if a rose is enough to match his actions.

He lowered his head, kissed He Luo's ears all the way, and wrapped his arms around his slender waist. The bloody face of the man tortured to death by his own hands emerged in his mind, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

"Eileen... oh, Eileen, I miss you so much..."

"Go away...don't touch me!"

Helo gritted his teeth in a futile warning, goosebumps erupted all over his body.

The fingers wearing the mechanical ring grabbed his throat fiercely, as if trying to strangle him, and in the oppressive state of suffocation, he reacted like any normal male.

Isaiah reached down and held out his hand: "Why do you get excited so easily? Are you still a virgin who hasn't been touched?"

Helo raised his head, a severe nausea welled up in his throat, and the teeth pierced into the flesh of his lips, but he felt no pain at all.For him, what was more cruel than this humiliating torture was... being watched by Sayero.

The brain roared like an explosion, and a thought roared hysterically in the brain.

Don't look, don't look...don't look!

Helo closed her eyes, her teeth gurgled, and a series of drops of blood leaked from her clenched thin lips, dripping down her chin to her chest.

Sayero stared at the figure blocking He Luo through his closed eyelids, his head was swollen with pain, and every nerve was filled with a sense of blazing rage, bright red blood streaked all over the pale cheeks.

Then, he heard a series of unprecedented, extremely clear, crackling sounds from his bones.

"Zizi-"

The lights in the room suddenly flickered a few times, then went out, and the surroundings fell into darkness.The red emergency light came on, accompanied by a series of gunshots.

Isaiah froze in place in astonishment.

The man who was tightly bound on the seat like a stone sculpture disappeared in the blink of an eye.