Rib Flower [Ability]

Eight hours later.

cia headquarters building.

A secret meeting is underway.Everyone stared at the red dots on the screen and narrowed their eyes at the same time, smelling a strong sense of crisis on the eve of the storm.

The flames of war that permeated the world decades ago have not been extinguished, and will soon be revived.

"In recent years, Thorn Paradise has become more and more arrogant, constantly rebuilding imperfect countries after the war to instigate revolution through terrorist actions, destroy the makers of the existing order, and trigger civil wars, obviously intending to take advantage of the chaos to launch new large-scale armed forces War. According to the information provided by our informants in the Thorn Paradise, the Thorn Paradise will launch a terrorist attack in the United States in the near future, but it is currently impossible to determine what channel they plan to use and where the target is."

The young head of the secret operations department stood up from his chair. He turned his head and looked at the blond man sitting quietly in the corner like a lone wolf: "We have to infiltrate them before they take any action."

Sayero played with the bullet in his hand: "The group of independent militants in the Lost Ruins have taken refuge in Thorn Paradise. They know my true identity, and I need a new cover identity."

He paused: "Six years ago, I discovered that their missile technology is capable of destroying our satellite airspace defense network, enough to resist gravitational wave shock ships. The only obstacle is the lack of sufficient nuclear energy, so they are desperately looking for The source of negative energy discovered by Eileen and I."

"But that thing is sealed in the abyss under the pyramid like a myth, and it has not been able to be excavated!" an investigator of the Intelligence Department interjected in surprise.

"But that doesn't mean it's just a myth. The power of that thing is terrifying."

Sayero's gaze pierced the ground, changing in the shadows.

"At that time, our plane ran out of fuel, and the pilot just chiseled a piece the size of a thumb from the negative energy source and put it in the fuel depot. It lasted until we flew back to the United States from Egypt, but the cost was that all the people on the plane died. Except me and Ai Ling in the isolation cabin."

"I was deeply impressed by that incident." Marion nodded, "They turned into mummies like those in the pyramids, as if they were sucked dry by something, and even their internal organs disappeared."

"We've got to dig it out and put it to use before they find it."

"How to destroy it? It is said that it is a fossil formed by the explosion of dark matter. Even a black hole cannot annihilate it. It is impossible to do it with the current technology of human beings."

"Use the warp drive." Sayero slowly raised his eyelids, but his eyes were sharp.

Marion was taken aback: "You mean..."

"Distort the time and space around the negative energy source, put it into a rocket and launch it. I have stolen the information of Thorn Paradise. This is how they plan to dig and use it."

"I will apply to the Ministry of Defense for the elite troops of the Delta Force to assist you in this operation." Marion quickly typed a line on the terminal.

"No, I'm used to acting as a combat unit." Sayelo waved the small red dots of activities in North Africa on the screen with a laser pointer, and his voice was low and bold, "Thorn Paradise will move faster than us. I will Go to Egypt immediately, lurk among their people, and strike at the critical moment."

In an instant, almost everyone in the room cast admiring gazes at the number one legend of the cia—before joining the cia, after passing the devil's special training, he had served in the Delta Force for five years, and as a general An elite soldier of the military rank, the detachment he led was invincible and had never been defeated, and it was the same after he became an intelligence agent of the cia.

As if carrying a godhead refined by blood, in the years of his military career, this man's only defeat in the game of chess with death was the death of his closest relatives.

Chavez stared at him with a complicated tone: "I'm afraid this time you will have to carry out missions with two combat units like before."

"with who?"

"About this...Director William will tell you personally." Chavez took off the head-mounted terminal, his face was a little dignified, "He told you to go downstairs to the experimental cabin."

……

The beam of the sclera scanner swept across Sayero's eyeballs, and the door of the experimental cabin slowly opened after a spray of disinfectant mist.

Sayero put on the protective mask, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

He looked around, and there were hundreds of glass water tanks inside the dark experimental cabin. Naked men and women were floating in them, their bodies emitting faint fluorescence, like a group of souls wandering in the deep sea.

More than 20 years ago, his little Eve was born here on an unknown night.

Sensing an unusual smell keenly, his pupils constricted.

The holographic image player in the center flickered a few times, and the mesh of light interweaved the image of a middle-aged man wearing silver-rimmed glasses. The English noble blood and the navy uniform made the navy captain in his forties elegant, The dark eyes are shrewd and sharp, with a kind of courage without anger.

Sayero saluted this man who was like his father.

"Colonel William."

"You're back at last, Alex. My best boy."

William nodded and stood up from the leather suspension chair, a remote control in his hand.

"Do you know why I called you here?"

Instead of the politician's tone, the CIA director adopted a fatherly, genial tone.He weighed the remote control in his hand and looked at him meaningfully, as if waiting to discuss something with him, but the result of the discussion had already been decided.

"I need you to hand over something—you took it away privately from here decades ago."

William pressed the remote control in his hand, and a glass cabin suddenly lit up in the dark.

Sayaka looked over, and his pupils instantly shrank to the size of needlepoints.

eight hours ago.

……

Helo stood on the guardrail, glanced at the "palace" that was plunged into darkness not far away, and was in chaos like porridge at the moment, and whistled happily.

He stood up and grabbed the boy next to him: "Have you been trapped there for a long time? You will be free in the future! However, the outside world may be different from what you imagined. If the inside is a zoo, the outside is a zoo." Hunting ground, if you are not vicious, you will be the life of the prey, you know?"

"Thank you, Eaton."

Jillier looked at him gratefully, showing a shy smile like an angel, and he was completely different from the little wolf dog who fought with the security guard who arrested them just now in front of the school gate.Before that, he thought that the clones other than him were as thoughtless as the robots of the last century, willing to be enslaved by humans.

What a stupid idea.

Hero recalled the sight of those clones who had been imprisoned for a long time swarming out after he opened the protective net just now, even ignoring the scene of the heavily armed security guards shooting at them, feeling very complicated.

They all came to this world with dreams, but the right to dream was stifled by the cruel reality.

They were born out of all kinds of desires and longings, and they performed on the arranged stage from birth to death. They were nothing but a human-shaped mirror, a puppet bound by shackles.

He raised his head to look at the starry sky above him, and suddenly encountered the most intense daze in his life.

His set stage name is "Sayero".

And his heart is trapped inside, how can he escape from him?

"Can I follow you in the future, Eaton, I can't go back to my original home." Jillier tugged at the corner of his clothes, his eyes turned red as he remembered something, and he gritted his teeth angrily, "I want to learn how to behave like a real Live like a human, and want to take revenge on that disgusting guy."

"Disgusting old guy? Your master?" Helo asked.

"Yeah." Jillier rolled up his sleeves with red eyes, revealing all kinds of shocking scratches on his arms, "Since I was a child, he would torture me every day after drinking, and then he thought I was boring, so he sent me to Here to learn new tricks... I am the 13th Giliel he tortured to death."

"Then from now on, you are no longer No. 14 Jillier."

Hero pried off the slave collar around his neck for him, and threw it into the sea with a flick of his hand.

"Choose a name for yourself, do you like it?"

Jillier shook his head, looking curiously at the somewhat lonely profile of the silver-haired young man.There was an icy aura about him that repelled people thousands of miles away, but the shadows under his eyelashes were extremely gentle, hiding those pure blue eyes like stars.

It was a look that Jillil hadn't seen in many clones.

Most of them are hopeless, bleak and numb.

Inexplicably feeling that the owner of this person must treat him very special, Jillier couldn't help reaching out and touching his neck ring: "Aren't you going to take it off yourself? We are all free!"

Helo caressed it subconsciously, and felt a tiny electric current swimming through his neck, like the breathing air of that person when they rubbed their ears together, and the pecks lingering on the skin made his fingertips tremble.

This feeling is like taking drugs.

After the initial resistance, it becomes an addiction.

"Freedom... I will never be free in my life."

Jillier heard the figure murmuring softly in the night.

There was a click in the darkness, and the communication device with the flashing light on the neck ring was destroyed by the knife in his hand, but Jillier found that he had no intention of taking off the neck ring itself.

He touched the ring around his neck in a caressing way, and his slender and beautiful fingers were dyed with an ambiguous and soft halo under the moonlight, making the thing that symbolized imprisonment and slavery look like a work of art.

"You love him right?" Jillier asked, confused. "What was that like?"

"What do you feel?"

Helo repeated it blankly, and smiled bitterly.He looked at the glimpses of tall buildings on the sea, and thought for a while, "Like those gorgeous reflections, you clearly know that they are not real, but you still want to jump down and drown yourself in them."

Above the sky, the sound of the aircraft landing suddenly came.A dazzling beam of light fell from the sky, splitting the darkness like a sharp sword, and illuminating two figures on the Brooklyn Bridge.

"It's the police!" Jillier yelled, "Run!"

Helo raised one hand to cover the light, and looked up in the hunting wind. When he saw a few black holes in the muzzle, he jumped up reflexively, grabbed Jillier and jumped under the bridge.