Rib Flower [Ability]

That turned out to be Sayero.

His breathing became difficult, and the picture in front of him distorted like smoke.

He realized that this was not reality, and when he looked carefully, Sayero looked younger than he remembered, with blond hair tied into a ponytail, but still so handsome and breathtakingly handsome.

Even though he knew it might just be a phantom, he still subconsciously approached it.

Unaware of his approach, Sayero looked past him in another direction.He was staring at Ai Ling and Isaiah, his eyes were calm and alert, an expression Helo was no stranger to.

Sayero is on a mission.

It was only him who fought side by side, never him.

"At this great moment today, I must honor several heroic fighters who have made great contributions. Please come to the stage with the soldiers whose names are displayed on the screen."

When a thick voice spread from the broadcast above, Isaiah took Ai Ling's hand and walked up to the circular lifting platform in the center of the banquet hall, passing by Sayero.

They silently exchanged glances with each other, with a tacit understanding that made Helo jealous.

He walked over to block Sayero face to face, but Sayero couldn't see him and passed through his body.Hero stood there empty-handed, fists clenched tightly.

Even if he was so desperate that he had the determination to commit suicide... he still couldn't let go of his obsession with him.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, lost in the dazzling light.

Where is Sayero?Will he be looking for him all over the world in a hurry, or will he go after his lost treasure Ai Ling?I wish... I wish I could forget about Sayero, maybe it would be better that way.

"I will grant your wish." A dark voice said softly.

He turned his head, but there was nothing behind him, a deafening explosion sounded suddenly, the crowd in the banquet hall fled in all directions, and the dome collapsed in pieces. You can watch all this like watching a movie.

The lifting platform of the banquet hall swayed and tilted to the ground, and the two people on it rolled down.The crystal lamp was crumbling above them. Isaiah grabbed Ai Ling and rolled over on the spot, protecting him under his body. A piece of wreckage fell and hit one of Isaiah's legs impartially.The leg bones were severed, exposing the white bones, and the blood stained the white marble floor red.

And he stood there without moving, looking intently at the person below him, sweating all over his face: "Are you alright?"

Feeling the painful trembling of the person above him, Ai Ling glanced at his legs, the expression in the shadow was almost pity, but it was only for a moment.When he raised his eyes to look at him again, there was a complex and contradictory thing in his eyes, as if he was struggling and hesitating for something.

He rarely saw Ai Ling showing such an expression.

He is so rational and calm, like a frozen lake, unmoved by anything.

Then he understood immediately.Because Elling held a gun in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at his heart.He moved his lips and said, "Yes, he is in my hands, he is not dead."

Isaiah's arm, which was almost condensed into steel bars, trembled suddenly.

Ai Ling stared at him, but it seemed that he was not looking at him, but at a dead thing that was still valuable, and he didn't say anything for a moment.But he knew that Eileen was listening—listening to some organization behind him giving him orders, maybe MI[-], or maybe a spy agency like the CIA.

As a senior military officer trained in counterintelligence, he is like an idiot, unaware that there is a spy lurking beside him.And also the person he loves deeply.

Suddenly feeling ridiculous, Isaiah grinned silently. He freed his hand to grab Ai Ling's neck, and the other party held his chin with a gun.

"What important information have you been lurking by my side all this time? Now you have it? Why don't you kill me? Are you waiting for me to kill you?"

Isaiah's hysterical aggravated strength strangled the throat of the person under him, completely ignoring the muzzle of the gun against his chin, and tearing at Ai Ling's uniform with red eyes, a bloody broken leg pulled out strands of muscle under the wreckage , but seemed to feel no pain.

Ai Ling gritted his teeth, knocked him to the side with a gun butt, pulled away and got up from under him, but Isaiah's hand was tightly clutching his clothes, like a grudge in hell who refused to rest in peace. spirit.

"I will never let you go, Ai Ling..."

The moment he turned his back on his back, Herlo could clearly see the unbearable flash on his face.

But it was only fleeting.

Most of the time, Khloe finds him a lot like Sayero.Their emotions seem to be mechanical. There is a switch installed on the nerves, so that they can know exactly when to put away their emotions, just like unloading useless burdens and throwing them away, just like Sayero's treatment of him. Way.

He also noticed at the same time, the figure of Sayero not far away.

He stood in the smoke after the explosion, holding a gun in his hand, and gestured to Ailing.

Ai Ling nodded understandingly, turned around, and calmly and decisively knocked the man in the pool of blood unconscious with the butt of his gun.Then, he opened one of his eyelids with one hand.

That movement was like checking for vital signs through the pupils.

What Herlo didn't expect was that what followed was an extremely bloody move.

He tore out one of Isaiah's eyes.

Packed into a palm-sized container, it looks like a small scanner.

"Done. Deciphering the code."

Hearing the slight sound of electric current, Ai Ling nodded, stood up from the ground, and aimed the gun at Isaiah's bloody face.Contrary to the calm expression on his face, it was his trembling hands.Hero saw Ai Ling's finger on the trigger, and his face, which was exactly the same as his, almost twisted. The thumb and forefinger simulated countless times of pulling the trigger, but the muzzle of the gun was always silent.

A figure came striding out of the smoke and fired three shots at the people on the ground "bang bang bang".

The handle of the gun almost slipped from his hand, but Ai Ling grabbed it a few times and then held it firmly again.

"Let's go. It's very dangerous here." Sayero turned his face away, with a few drops of blood on his knife-like side face, "Neo-Nazi troops have been inoculated with small doses of Evil Flower, and once they die, they will become biochemical weapons. "

These few drops of blood were like some kind of silent hint, making Ai Ling recover immediately.

"Let's go." He nodded and followed.

But he didn't see the only remaining eye of the corpse behind him, and silently shrank his pupil.

As if bewitched by something, Heluo walked towards Isaiah's body in a mysterious way.He saw him supporting his broken body like a walking dead, wandering aimlessly in the ruins, as if he was looking for his lost eye, or his lover.

Unlike other infected people, Isaiah's eyes did not mutate.Except for a missing eye and foot, he looked like a living person.If the current Isaiah is dead, is the current Isaiah also a clone?So why is he still one-eyed?

"Oh, that is an eternal memorial, my love. In order to remember the pain you gave me, every time I am resurrected, I will goug out this eye myself, just like you did back then."

An ethereal voice actually answered the question in his heart.

Helo looked around in astonishment, and finally understood one thing.

He was afraid that Isaiah had invaded his brain, or in Isaiah's brain, whether it was the former or the latter, he was deeply trapped in the memory of the other party and became the prey of the other party.

"Let me out, you perverted lunatic! I told you I'm not Ai Ling!"

"But you can be Ailing."

"No...I will never be him...I am myself!" Helo suddenly felt extremely cold, his whole body was cold, and his teeth chattered.Gradually, he felt that he seemed to be soaked in some kind of liquid, and he struggled to get up, only to see that corpse-like figure staggering towards him.

Hero suddenly felt creepy: "No...no, don't touch me! Get out!"

He couldn't move his body, he could only helplessly let Isaiah walk in front of him.

A pair of cold, python-like hands wrapped around his arms, pulling him suddenly into the darkness.

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"Brother... where are you?"

"Hello? Hello!"

In the chaotic darkness, Sayero followed the call and walked forward quickly.

A floating glass cabin appeared at the end of his line of sight, like a thousand-year-old coffin that had been there for a long time, inside the fully transparent glass, showing the slender white naked body of the person inside.

Surrounded by roses, he is as beautiful and seductive as a bride waiting to be married.

Isn't that his little bride?A thought popped up in Sayero's mind.

Sayero's pace towards him slowed down unconsciously, with a sense of solemnity, he subconsciously touched the meteorite ring on his finger that was exactly the same as the other's, and came to the glass cabin.

The young man in the glass cabin opened his eyes and stared at him with clear blue eyes. He raised one hand and put it on the glass cover, stretching his five fingers, as if waiting silently. The gesture was affectionate and lovely.Sayero looked down at him, brushed his fingers lightly on his lips, and then pressed his palms.

The hands of the two were tightly intertwined, as if their fingers were intertwined.

There was a crackling sound on the glass, and several fine scratches were cracked like the ice surface at the end of winter.

For a moment, a strong fear surged in Sayero's heart, as if he would lose the other party immediately.Clenching his fingers together, he punched down hard.

The glass shattered instantly, and the fragments turned into countless star-like light spots.

The young man soaked in the liquid was close at hand, he stretched out his hand to pick him up, holding him incomparably tight like grabbing a wet mermaid, for fear that he would slip away.

Helo curled up in his arms and shivered, her legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, her lips pressed against his earlobe, and her tone was serious like that day: "Sayero... I want to marry you."

The great ecstasy of losing and regaining filled Sayero's whole heart. He lowered his head and tremblingly kissed the cheek, neck, shoulders, and arms of the person in his arms so hard that he wished to rub him into the bones, and a suppressed cry rushed out from the depths of his chest. It sounded like a deep sigh: "My little bridegroom."

"I love you." Helo buried her head in his arms and rubbed her head a few times coquettishly. His breath splashed onto his skin like sparks. Against the red rose print, his skin was covered with a layer. With a delicate blush, her eyes are half-closed and half-closed, she is charming like a fairy: "Don't leave me..."

Sayero stretched out his hand obsessively, and carefully traced his eyebrows and eyes, and a strange laughter suddenly sounded from somewhere.

His body was suddenly empty, turning into a mass of nothingness.He opened his eyes, and suddenly found that he was standing in front of the terminal "Prophet" who controlled the neo-Nazi army system back then. A holographic image was shaking in front of his eyes, but it was not what he remembered - in that glass cabin, a moment ago, there was He Luo, who was in his arms, was pressed down by a man with long chestnut hair, and was wantonly violated by the other party.

In this nightmare that Sayero has had countless times, every time he repeats exactly the same movements as before.He will activate the nerve retarder in the head, and then destroy the "prophet".

Again and again, he never tried to choose differently in his dreams.

Although he had thought that way, the answer was unquestionably firm.Even though he spent every day and night of his life in extreme pain, he never regretted giving up Ai Ling.

This is due to the training they have received, the sense of mission they bear, and the philosophy they firmly believe in.They are soldiers, fighters, precision-operated machines, and the slightest error is not allowed, even if it is a matter of life and death, they are tortured and their bodies are smashed to pieces.

But at this moment, he stood there frozen, listening to the alarm sound like a time bomb, but his eyes were fixed on the holographic image, as if an ordinary person, a husband, a father, would not allow a single finger to see him with his own eyes. The little Eve touched by others was wantonly ravaged.

The nerves were stretched to the extreme, and there was a sound of almost breaking.

"Don't touch him! Don't touch him!"

Sayero felt like he was going crazy.He took off the nerve blocker, stumbled away from the holographic image, but crashed into a piece of air.

"His body has been completely developed by you...Sayero, but from now on, he will only remember the joy and pain I gave, just like Ai Ling."

In the image, Isaiah turned his head to stare at him quietly, stretched the legs of the person under him, and moved his waist like a python, while Hero raised his head unconsciously, with an expression of pain and joy.

That's the expression she only had when facing him.

"what!"

Shouting, Sayero suddenly woke up from the nightmare, his pupils shrank extremely small, his whole body was drenched in sweat, and the veins on his forehead twitched.

Fortunately it was just a dream.Just a dream.