Rib Flower [Ability]

In the dark and closed room, Sayero opened his eyes from his nightmare, sweat dripping from his naked chest.He raised his head, took a breath, took off the sensor helmet, untied the fiber optic cables connected to his limbs, landed his feet on the cold ground, and stared at his own image in the opposite double-sided mirror: "Is it over? "

"ended."

A man pushed away the double-sided mirror and came out from behind it.

The Minister of Personnel, Charles, looked at him and smiled, and handed a wrist watch to him: "Welcome back, Alex. You passed all the tests. The results of the virtual battlefield and the polygraph are A. Unbelievable, dormant Six years later, you are still amazingly good."

"Thank you."

Sayero put on his watch, shirt and suit jacket, assembled the small hummingbird pistol on the table within five seconds, filled it with ammunition, and inserted it into his waist.

Chavez looked at his long-lost friend with admiration. The man's appearance hadn't changed at all, but it was completely different from the gloomy state of a dead body in a tomb when he left the United States ten years ago.

He seemed more mature and human, like a married father with a child.

His intuition told him that it had something to do with the person who was rescued with him.

The one who looked exactly like Eileen.

"But, is there anything else you haven't said? About the guy who escaped from the hospital and destroyed the surveillance video? Before I report it to Commissioner William, I hope you can bring him back for investigation. Alex …I went to see him when you were unconscious. He looks a lot like…”

"The matter of finding him, I hope you will hand it over to other agents."

Sayero turned his face sideways, fastened the button of his cuffs, and narrowed his eyes: "I believe you have heard the notification. The situation is very tense now. Those neo-Nazi remnants dormant in Thorn Paradise have been planning new terrorist attacks. They must have developed a virus weapon with an even more terrifying lethality than the 'Flower of Evil', and this time, the target is likely to be the post-war rebuilding of the New Territories."

"And I'm the only one who infiltrated Thorn Paradise." Sayaro paused, "I heard your report just now. The last agent lurking in Thorn Paradise was also exposed. Isn't it?"

Chavez was speechless and shrugged.He wanted to say something, but he hesitated and closed his mouth.

Before that extraordinary move was implemented, he had no right to leak information, even if Sayero should have known about it.After all, this kind of behavior, which is like digging a dead person out of the grave and using it, is extremely cruel to his relatives even though it is forced by the situation.

"This is the target for tomorrow night. He is a leader of the notorious gang 'Knife Wheel Party', and he will trade arms with the people of Thorn Paradise there tomorrow night." Charles clicked on the three-dimensional map displayed on the watch, "They set up jammers, our men can't watch remotely. There's a power station under there, no raids. You know what to do."

"Six years of dormancy doesn't make me an idiot, Charles."

The man pushed open the door, his voice was as calm and deep as ever, and his tall and straight back was drawn into clear and sharp lines by the black suit, like an indestructible blade.

Charles, like everyone else in the CIA, had thought that this guy from that diabolical camp for killing machines was an emotionless inhuman, but he wasn't.

Watching the other party walk away, Charles couldn't help but see the head soaked in liquid that he saw in the underground laboratory a few days ago, and sighed silently.

Herlo followed Lancey through the labyrinthine second floor.

The doors along the road are all closed, and the door panel is a screen, projecting holographic figures in different poses, posing in front of the door, as if they can be touched by hand.

It's sex heaven here.

Helo couldn't help but look around curiously, and at the same time blushed because of it. Unknowingly, Lancey had led her to a unique door. The scene of the Garden of Eden was painted on the door, and Adam and Eve were intimately intertwined. At the same time, a snake was hanging on the tree, and a pair of strange snake eyes were staring at him, with a beam of light shining from the pupils.

Sclera Scanner.

"Let me come." Lancey gently pushed him away, fixed his eyes on the beam of light in the snake's eyes, and heard the door click, and it opened automatically.

The blue-purple smoke was lingering inside the door, and it was like entering a secluded environment. The lights were feasting, and it looked like a small private club. Helo avoided the people who approached him, and followed Lancey into the depths.

A man with red hair was standing in front of the bar, holding a glass of coquettish cocktail in his hand, flirting with a few slaves who only had a pair of tasseled crotch pants hanging on their lower body, looking coquettish.

Helo couldn't help thinking of Ando, ​​and suddenly missed that annoying guy a little bit.

Lancey knelt down, and crawled up to the red-haired man under Heluo's surprised gaze, leaned down and kissed his pointed boots, and shook her buttocks: "Master, a guest is looking for you."

"Oh?" The red-haired man slowly raised the corners of his eyes painted red, looked up and down the young man in front of him, showing a little surprised expression, "What's the matter? Are you looking for your master?"

"..."

Does he look that much like a sub?

Feeling that the eyes on his body were like blades that could scrape off his clothes and examine his naked body, Herlo uncomfortably waved away the mojito that a slave came up to hand to him, subconsciously tightened the neckline, lightly Coughed: "I'm here to find Alex, please take me to his room."

The moment he said the name, those sub-like slaves in the room suddenly gathered their eyes together, as if they heard something very enviable, they whispered to each other.

Helo frowned suspiciously, César stared at him and admired: "Alex's vision is really extraordinary."

He moved his lips angrily, trying to explain something, but he didn't say anything.To some extent, Sayero is indeed his master.

César led him out of the room and walked in front, swinging a leather whip left and right in his hand, making cracking noises on the wall, which made Helo a little uneasy.Before he could get the urge to run, they stopped at a door at the end of the corridor.There is a combination lock embedded in the door.

Helo stretched out his hand, and when he was typing in the password that Sayero told him, he was slow to realize something that he had overlooked just now—why did Sayero use his birthday in such a place?

It's...strange.

He hesitated to open the door, and César pushed him in: "There are all the outfits you need inside, and they are all brand new in the closet."

"Wait." Helo turned around. "I want to know something about Alex. Did he... come here often? Did he talk to someone... You know what I want to ask."

"Slaves are not qualified to ask about their master's affairs." César showed a professional vigilance, and smiled mysteriously, "But I can tell you that Alex is the most popular top here, and almost no If his slave doesn't want to kneel down and lick his feet, just follow him and enjoy it!"

"What... what? Hello!"

The door was slammed shut by César, something behind the door grazed his face.

The light turned on automatically, but the light was extremely dim, and it was an ambiguous red.

In front of him was a long black military uniform with a silver metal belt around his waist, full of cold and abstinent atmosphere. Hero looked at it and blinked, and couldn't help but imagine Sayero wearing it in his mind , took a deep breath and took a step back, the whole back was a little numb.

Just looking at the dress made him react.

But Cesar's phrase "the most popular top" is still in his ears, and he can't control his imagination, imagining the scene of Sayero wearing this leather jacket and riding a slave to fuck him.

A surge of anger welled up in his throat, and the whole mouth was filled with acrid sourness.

He walked to the closet in a strange way, and opened the door - the whole closet was full of weird utensils, brand new and clean, I don't know if Sayaro had used it with others.He looked at each one like a jealous wife searching her husband's private collection, and finally his hand fell on a straitjacket made of belts.

The moment the flexible and cold texture touched his fingertips, an electric current suddenly swam up from his blood vessels, making him shiver.For some reason, he felt that this thing was very...Sayero.

Maybe it was because Sayero used to tie him up with his belt when he was grounded before.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, he got excited when Sayero tied him.

He picked it up from the cabinet, his fingers trembling a little, a secret longing that had never seen the light of day burst out of the crack in his heart like a little snake.

Then, as if possessed by a demon, he took off his clothes and put on the bondage garment in front of the mirror.In the reflection of the mirror, the young man's thin body was restrained by a tight black belt, which made the skin whiter. The two points on the chest and the upturned buttocks were squeezed to make them stand out, as if they were waiting to be ravaged.

He walked back to the door, hugged the leather jacket that belonged to Sayero, and slowly... reached his belly.

The door slammed open suddenly.

He took a few steps back in a panic, trying to get into the closet, but it was too late.

In front of the opened door, Sayero stood there, froze for a moment, and the bottle of red wine in his hand almost slipped to the ground.