Rib Flower [Ability]

"Where is the Alex you are talking about?" Herlo asked through gritted teeth.

Bell drew out his pistol and aimed at the other party, but was knocked to the ground by the person rushing towards him. Herlo grabbed her pistol and knocked her unconscious with the butt of the gun.

Then he came to the desk and skillfully entered a string of codes on the terminal screen.

The fire alarm hissed and screamed, and a white mist of dry ice fell overhead.

Enduring the pain, he quickly took off the investigator's uniform and put it on, quietly sneaked into the foggy corridor, and rushed into the safe passage before the following guards arrived.

Following the emergency lights in the corridor, he came to the ground floor.

He looked in the direction of the exit, but an unreasonable intuition drove him to move his feet, and walked deep into the bottom.

At the end of the dark corridor, there is a closed metal door in front of you, with a red light on the door indicating no entry.

For some reason, he thought he had seen the door.

He got up and approached the door subconsciously, the sclera scanner passing his eyes.

The door opened automatically.

Not daring to enter rashly, he crouched in the shadow and looked inward, and the back of Sayero came into view.

He was standing in the clone warehouse he had just seen in his memory, his slender and tall figure was shrouded in the faint blue water light, and he didn't notice his arrival.Helo moved his lips, wanting to call his name, but froze all over the next moment.

Boundless chill gushed out from the bone marrow, permeating through the nerve endings to his limbs and bones.

In the glass vessel in front of Sayero, a blond boy curled up, soaked in the light blue liquid, ups and downs.He put one hand on the glass bulkhead, his pale fingers stretched out, as if he was trying his best to break free from it and throw himself into the embrace of the person in front of him.

That person's face was exactly the same as his.

He stood there frozen like an ice sculpture, as if he had lost the ability to open his mouth to speak or turn around and walk away. He just looked at Sayero's back standing quietly in front of him in a daze.

He doesn't look back at him.Whether he cries or shouts, he may never see him again.

Helo lost the ability to breathe and trembled all over.

If the Primarch came back, what was the point of his incomplete copy?

...gudong...gudong...

"You witnessed Ai Ling's life and death with your own eyes, and you should also witness his birth with your own eyes, Alex."

Several bubbles appeared on the water surface in the petri dish.

As if sensing something, the boy inside tapped the glass with his hands, his blue eyes widened, and his blond hair swayed like algae.

The water level dropped rapidly, and the gate on the glass wall opened automatically.

Hero saw a pale human body fall out of the inside, rolling naked to the ground like a baby slipping out of the womb.The pale and wrinkled body soaked in water convulsed a few times, slowly and slowly, like a dying drowning person, crawling towards Sayero's feet little by little.

He raised his head and let out a baby-like whimper.

The water flowed down the hair and passed through the deep green eyes, as if weeping.

Just like the smoke and dust in the sky after the explosion, Sayero suddenly knelt down, his tall body was like a collapsing mountain, he stretched out his hand slowly and hesitantly, and hugged the young man in the pool of water.

"Ai Ling..."

Not daring to face the scene in front of him that was too cruel for him, Helo turned around and supported a glass dish behind him to support his crumbling body.

"Alex, haven't you always wanted to make amends to Ai Ling? This is your chance to make amends. Use the mistakes you made more than ten years ago to make up for Ai Ling's new life. I have already found out that when you Guilt secretly created a copy of Ai Ling and took him away from here. He was supposed to be a hidden danger that had to be dealt with, but now, he has another important use."

A strange and cold man's voice suddenly sounded.

Helo stood there suffocated, his heart seemed to fall into the deep sea in the mottled water.

After a moment of silence, he heard Sayero ask, "How do you want to use him?"

Heart pounding.

There was a buzzing in his head, and he couldn't hear what Sayero said. He gritted his teeth, staggered towards the door, and escaped from the cia headquarters building in a panic.

After throwing off his pursuers, Helo hid in an abandoned factory panting.

Hearing the siren flying by not far away, he supported his knees, leaned against the wall, his whole body collapsed, sat on the ground, and curled up in a pile of filthy garbage.

Why run away?

has no meaning?

If he no longer has meaning to Sayero, then what's the point of him being alive?

He panted heavily, and the scene of Sayero hugging "Ai Ling" was constantly shaking in front of his eyes. Sweat dripped from his hair like raindrops, and his eyes were swollen and painful, but he couldn't shed a single tear.

It turns out that people really can't cry when they are in extreme pain.

A hungry wild dog ran from a dark corner, rummaging through the garbage dump for food, its depilated back arched, and the only remaining white hair was sparse, which could not cover the bony spine.

The young man in the rubbish dump bent down and hugged his knees tightly, his bare back was exposed under his silver hair, there was an indescribable resemblance between a man and a dog. —The lost dog.Is there anything better to describe him than this?Herlo thought, staring at the dog.He felt a strong hatred for the dog for no reason, grabbed a handful of garbage and threw it at it. The dog howled and fled without a trace.

rumbling...

There was a faint roar of thunder in the sky.

A sense of fear like a maggot attached to the bone struck, and even the depression that had not occurred for a long time also broke out, gnawing at a nerve that was about to rupture.

He covered his ears and got up from the ground in embarrassment, a sharp tingling suddenly hit his knee.

It was a few pieces of broken wine bottles.

He stood up on his knees, stared at the pile of fragments for a while, and picked up one of them.

A terrible urge to die drove him to swallow it in his mouth.

Chewed hard a few times and swallowed.

The sharp edges and corners cut through the base of the tongue and cut into the trachea. Thick blood overflowed the throat in an instant. The severe pain filled every nerve and eroded the respiratory system with a strong sense of suffocation. He clutched the ruptured throat, His fingers dug deeply into the neck ring that Sayero put on him, and he crouched down with his mouth wide open.

"elder brother……"

He could no longer utter any clear words, and his vision was gradually filled with blood.Those unforgettable pictures in the memory flashed past my eyes one by one, frozen in a certain moment.

The tall and handsome man half knelt down and kissed the ring on his finger.

Shockingly beautiful.

Curling his body into a ball, he closed his eyes and coughed up a big mouthful of blood, the corners of his mouth tremblingly curled up, he lowered his head with difficulty and kissed his fingers, the blood in his mouth stained the back of his hands bright red.

After a blast of thunder, the sky rained heavily.

The sound of leather shoes rolling over the ground was heard on the snow-covered road, and the flickering lightning pierced a thin figure into the extremely dark interior of the old factory, revealing the messy scene in the garbage dump.

When he saw the condition of the man curled up in the garbage dump, the expression of the Asian man changed.

Feeling that the brain waves of his puppet were almost out of control in an instant, Isaiah raised his eyebrows with interest, and he moved his fingers gracefully, manipulating Ando to slowly approach the target.

"Go...bring the poor little wretch to me."

***

Sayero hugged the body in his arms, his eyes were red, his eyes penetrated the wall, penetrated decades of time, and plunged straight into the smoky battlefield.

In a trance, he saw that vigorous figure crossing the glacier grassland with him, rushing into the hail of bullets side by side, back to back becoming each other's life shields.Those windy, sandy and bloody days were revived from the tomb deep in memory, like a hand trying to survive grabbed his body and dragged him into the quagmire of pain before his death. Nearly tore his nerves.

At the same time, there was a dull pain in the ribs, like some kind of ominous omen.He took out the communication tracking device connected to the neck ring in his pocket, and saw that the flashing signal light disappeared at some point.

His heart sank fiercely.

"Tell me, where did you hide Ai Ling's memory chip? Did you put it in that clone's body? You should think about the consequences of doing so, Alex." The man's voice became severe, Straight to the eardrums, "A lifelong agent like Ai Ling is the property of the government. To clone him and take him away without authorization is enough to constitute a serious crime of treason!"

A middle-aged man's voice echoed in the silence.

"I have considered the consequences." Sayero replied.

"So you've already figured out how to make up for yourself?" William was a little annoyed.

"I am willing to accept any punishment." Sayero scratched his arm, took out a metal chip from his skin, squinted his eyes and stared at the monitor, "I have never used Ai Ling's memory chip, you don't need to worry that the clone will He doesn't know anything about leaking secrets."

"We need that clone, Alex. The kid you see now is an unsuccessful bastard who only has 20.00% of the talents of Ailing, while the clone you created has 80.00% %, this is really a blessing with an extremely small chance. We can fuse them into a new individual, and then import Ai Ling's memory into it."

"Impossible." The voice squeezed through the teeth, raised by sudden and intense emotions.

On the monitor side, William inexplicably felt a bit of murderous intent.

Even though he knew that the child he raised and rescued from the dead would never betray him and cia, he still felt that invisible thread was being stretched and deviated.

Sayero remained expressionless, stood up holding the boy in his arms, turned his back to the monitor, and made a movement, the profile of his face was cold and clear—it was a small but deadly movement.

The body in his arms convulsed weakly.

The gradually tightened finger joints made a crackling sound, and the strength did not relax at all.

When a trace of blood stained his finger through the extremely thin steel wire, the person he was holding stopped moving.

A faint smell of blood permeated the air.