glory [rebirth]

The memories in Mu Qingtong's mind exploded in an instant, and scenes from the past appeared in front of his eyes like fast-forwarding movies. He almost watched all the memories of his life in just a few seconds, including the memories he had forgotten. At this moment, I recall some of the details.

He couldn't believe that his brain could read so much information at that moment, and those countless pictures filled it so that his head almost burst.

He opened his eyes suddenly, his pupils widened to the maximum, and saliva flowed out of the corner of his mouth uncontrollably.The value of the ECG monitor soared from [-] to [-], and the frequency of brain waves was as disordered as a magnitude [-] earthquake.

Mu Qingtong roared and panted uncontrollably, sweat dripped down his forehead, soaked his bangs, and wet his neck.

He wanted to struggle to escape from here, but his hands and feet were already weak.

The degree of pain is almost comparable to when he was born bright, but at that time he always had a belief supporting him, but now his whole body seems to have sunk into the bottom of the sea, and there is a dead silence around him, and he can't reach out. Move the sea water, kick your legs and stay in place.

His soul seemed to have come out of his body at that moment, and he watched himself slowly fall into a deeper darkness, and finally became a point and disappeared into it.

royal palace.

Liangliang lay on Jiang Yao's shoulder and kept crying, his little face was flushed, and he hiccupped intermittently, with saliva and snot all over his body.

Jiang Yao has been coaxing him, patting his back lightly, and whispering to comfort him.

The butler hastily led the doctor in.

"The little prince may have a low fever." said the butler.

The doctor saluted Jiang Yao, and then said, "Take your temperature first."

Jiang Yao put his son on the bed so that the doctor could examine him, but the moment he touched the bed, Liangliang's crying became louder, as if he had been abandoned by his own father.

Jiang Yao patted his chest lightly, then stepped back with a frown.

"Has the little prince eaten?" the doctor asked while holding the thermometer.

"I drank half a bottle of milk to sleep at noon, and kept crying after waking up." Jiang Yao said.

The doctor nodded and asked again, "Are there any other complementary foods besides milk?"

"No."

The doctor asked a few simple questions, gently unbuttoned his shiny coat, and listened for a while with a stethoscope.

Jiang Yao looked at him nervously, a deep line appeared between his brows, he took out the communicator anxiously and checked, but no new message had been sent yet.

Schwartz and Irmer hadn't arrived at the building yet.

He looked at his son again, finally sighed, and looked away.

basement.

The man fell like mud in front of Lyle, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his eyes rolled white, looking miserable.

Lyle took the man's arms and slowly helped him to sit against the wall, then began to unbutton his clothes.

Lyle was wearing the man's overalls, walked to the bathroom door, stretched out his arm and turned on the faucet at the sink, and then went back to take off all the clothes on the man, and took off his own clothes by the way, neatly Put it next to it, and cover it with a bath towel, as if worried about getting them dirty.

Then he took a look at the man's right hand, then opened his mouth and bit his thumb!

Blood gushed out all of a sudden, splashing all over his body. Lyle's face was ferocious, like an ogre possessed himself at that moment, his white teeth were stained with black and red blood, and fell along his chin.

The nerves in the fingers were slowly crushed by him, falling off, and finally the bones separated.

He spat out the bloody finger, washed it in water and set it aside to dry.

Blood dripped all over the floor, and the faint red and cold tiles gave people a strange sense of pain.

After washing off the blood on his body, Lyle covered the opponent's whole body with a bath towel, only showing a messy calf.

The water on the shower was sprinkled again, and Lyle looked at the corpse calmly, and took out his work card from his pocket to check it carefully.

Beecher Taylor.

Then he stood up, straightened the corners of his clothes, clutched the finger, lowered the brim of his hat and walked out.

Yar City, Fifth Avenue.

"It's almost here." Irmo said while driving.

Schwartz sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, holding a large suitcase in his hand.

"Xiao Hei." Irmo said again.

"What?" Schwartz whispered without turning his head.

"It's nothing." Yirmo glanced at the rearview mirror and turned on the turn signal, "I just think you're pretty good."

"Yes, yes?" Schwartz asked in surprise.

Ermo smiled and said nothing.

The two were silent for a while, and Schwartz suddenly said: "Irmo, you, you said that there are so many sycamore trees planted in Yaer City, is it related to Qingtong?"

"..." Yirmo was taken aback, and then looked out of the car window. There were sycamore trees on the side of the road, and there were fallen withered yellow leaves on the ground, making the whole street extremely bleak.

"Impossible..." Yi Ermo laughed a little, "Although the climate here is not suitable for planting sycamores, at least they were planted ten years ago. Didn't His Highness know the princess when he was in school? How could he be with him?" related?"

Schwartz didn't answer the conversation, but just quietly watched the plane trees passing by outside the window.

"By the way, are you and Damian planning to get married as soon as you graduate?" Ermo asked.

"Ah?" Schwartz subconsciously opened his mouth to spit out a monosyllable before he mumbled, "Hmm..."

"Very good..." Yi Ermo said, "When he graduates, you can take a good vacation for a while. I heard that Damian and his family can see the aurora at night. Golden Retriever and I want to take a vacation together at the same time." Go and have a look."

"Then, the scenery there is really good, and you can also ski." Schwartz said.

"So, I want to take some time to play for a while. I have been too busy these past few years, and I haven't taken a good vacation." Yi Ermo sighed softly.

"Have you obtained the certificate with the chicken feather collar?"

"Not yet, why?" Ermo asked strangely.

"Then you plan to have, have children?"

"..." Yi Ermo glanced at the rearview mirror, was silent for a while, and then replied, "Probably not, if he really wants... I'll go for a physical examination to see if I can perform an operation to transplant artificial blood." Uterus, be a test-tube baby."

Schwartz: "..."

Ermo gave him a funny look and said, "What's your expression? I have the same chromosome as him, isn't that normal? And I'm not too young with him. I'm 33 this year, he 34, [-] in a few years, I'm too busy with work, so I don't have the time to think about it."

Behind the off-road vehicles of the two people was a series of unremarkable convoys, in which were people from the Operations Team of the Intelligence Department, and the vehicles were piled up with all kinds of weapons and were on standby at any time.

Yi Ermo drove all the way to the underground parking lot under the building. There were a lot of cars parked here. They didn't use special license plate numbers, so they didn't attract the attention of others.

Yi Ermo turned off the engine, and the dial went dark, and the inside of the car was completely dark.

"Actually, if the two of us can live together, it will be fine if we are free from illness and disaster." Ermo said, "There is no need to have a child... Why did you suddenly ask about this today?"

"..." Schwartz didn't answer, but said vaguely, "Just ask."

Ermer gave him a suspicious look.

Schwartz opened the door and went to the back seat with the suitcase.

Ilmo loaded the gun and put it beside him, then lowered the seat and lay down to doze.

The film on the car window completely reflects the outside world, so you can't see anything inside the car, and even the faint light from the monitor is completely covered up.

basement.

"Hey..." Jason looked at the indicator light on the instrument and sighed, "It hasn't stabilized yet."

"The memory capacity of the test subject is very large." The old man said, "But he is very resistant to concretization."

There were only very vague shadows moving on the screen, no sound could be heard at all, and what happened inside could not be seen. The scene seemed like a group of demons dancing wildly.

"This should be the result of his memories not being separated, and several memories appearing at the same time." The old man continued, "Actually, these memories are isolated in his mind, but we can't distinguish the isolation zone."

"..." Jason was silent for a while, and asked, "Is there any difference from Lyle?"

The old man shook his head and pondered: "The reason why Lyle's concretization is so successful is probably because he is very focused on doing things. He will be very focused every time he thinks about something, and he is aroused to recall , will continue to consolidate and strengthen the structure of that memory. But this person is not the same as Lyle, and it may be related to his work. He has probably received special training and can sort out several things at the same time. His The level of thinking activity is much higher than that of Lyle, you can see that his brain wave map is completely different from Lyle's."

Jason: "..."

Mu Qingtong on the screen was still moaning in pain, his face was flushed, he lost his original consciousness, and his body was also twitching uncontrollably.

"Now this means that you can't do concretization?" Jason asked.

"Not necessarily, wait another 3 minutes, if it doesn't work..." Before the old man finished speaking, someone already whispered in Mu Qingtong's ear, "Colonel, let's take a look first."

Jason said "hmm".

Mu Qingtong felt that he was floating in the boundless darkness, his feet were on the ceiling, but his head almost touched the ground, walking in an upside-down posture.

It was pitch black in front of my eyes, but the pictures emerged one by one with incomparable clarity.

He walked forward slowly, as if stepping on cotton, he stepped on it and floated up gently.

Then his eyes turned into snowflakes when the TV was damaged, and his retinas stinged. He subconsciously wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't get rid of this scene, as if it was being poured into his brain.

Somebody was asking him a question that he was very familiar with, but he didn't know who that person was. The voice falling from the sky sounded ethereal and unreal, like a creator who came to the world.

The voice was asking him about the memory fault, where he went, his parents, his life in high school...

It drew him to answer, and it seemed to have some kind of deceptive power, and it stretched out a small hook to catch his mouthpiece.

Mu Qingtong was so irritable, he had a splitting headache, he wanted to drive that voice out of his mind, but he kept resisting and refused to open his mouth.

"It's such a hassle to do intelligence," Jason said.

Lie detectors are not suitable for people like Mu Qingtong. Similarly, when he is concretizing, even though he has lost consciousness now, he still resists leaking any information in his heart.

Because Mu Qingtong's body was trembling all the time, his mouth could not be closed, and the upper and lower teeth collided together and made a messy sound.

"So today's concretization can't continue?" Jason asked.

"Today's should be an inducement."

"No, it can't be used as an inducement." Jason objected, "Today we must get the most important information out, and when he wakes up, he will have part of the memory of the visualization."

"How do you know..."

"Lyle probably didn't want him to do the experiment, he remembered what it would be like to do it."

The old man looked shocked for a while and didn't answer.

"Of course, this is just my speculation." Jason added, "However, what the marshal specifically explained must be handled in a safe manner, isn't it?"

The basement, another place.

Lyle calmly held that finger through the gates. There were few people walking in the corridor, everyone was in a hurry, and no one noticed that the owner of the clothes had been swapped.

He walked forward familiarly, holding Beecher's toolbox in addition to his fingers, which contained various wrenches and pliers that could be used as improvised weapons.

He has already figured out the terrain here, and he can even find shortcuts to certain places.

The closer he is to his destination, the calmer his steps are. His eyes are firm and persistent, as if there is a bright light standing in front of him to guide him forward.

Underground Parking Lot.

"There are too many people in the building now, and I can't see any valuable information when I look at it thermally." Schwartz said to Irmo when he saw the report sent from outside.

Ermo said: "Show me."

There were people coming and going in the building, but no secret passages were found at all, and the large red area formed by the central air conditioner's warm air also caused a particularly large disturbance, and no one could be seen near the pipes.

"We have to wait until the night when there are fewer people," said Irmer.

"But……"

Schwartz didn't finish his sentence, and Ermo knew that he was going to say that the other party would probably take advantage of the lack of people to act now.

"..." Irmo remained silent, lost in thought.

Schwartz stared at the thermal program for a long time, his fingers did not tap on the keyboard for a long time, his eyes stared at the red, green and green images creeping on the screen for a long while, and suddenly he clapped his hands.

Elmo: "?"

Schwartz said: "I see!"

Ermo hurriedly asked: "Understand what?"

"The operation team comes in!" Schwartz said anxiously, "Control and monitor me!"

Elmo: "???"

Ermo: "Speak slowly."

Schwartz: "..."

Schwartz swallowed his saliva, took a few deep breaths, and began to explain: "Is it true that the thermal sense can't be used now? Well, we haven't found anything after several visits. The first is because the area is too large, and the second is because Afraid of being discovered, the movement was very restricted."

Ermo nodded, motioning for him to continue talking.

"The other party must be aware of thermal imaging. Jason usually chooses to go in and out during the day, and every time he enters the building, he will completely disappear from our sight. This, this is not in line with common sense." Schwartz looked serious. , analyzed, "So there must be something covering the heat... oh, no..."

He patted his head, as if he had discovered the logic error in his guess just now.

"Finish." Irmer said, "Don't worry."

"I-I might be wrong." Schwartz shook his head and said, "Jason probably put on an insulating suit."

"What about the other possibility?"

"Yes, yes... At first I thought... Maybe their passages are, just set up in the hottest place." Schwartz said, "There is no shadow of people there, even if there is, it is It's a mess that doesn't attract attention."

"There is another possibility." Yi Ermo said, "there is no passage in the building, and he found an opportunity to sneak out. There is no reason why the person trained by Herman has such weak anti-tracking ability, otherwise he would not How dare you run around so blatantly."

"Hmm..." Schwartz was thoughtful.

Ermo patted him on the shoulder and said: "I'll let the people from the action team come in and check along the ventilation duct of the central air conditioner. You are in charge of the monitoring... Whether it's right or not, I finally have a direction, right? ?"

Schwartz smiled at Irmo.

Ermo patted his head.

basement.

A burst of intense and cramped sound alarmed everyone in the monitoring room. The white light instantly switched to dark red with a "snap", and the horn installed on the ceiling sounded an alarm at the same time.

Jason immediately took out his pistol and asked, "What's going on!"

"do not know!"

"Quickly ask what happened!"

"Who the hell is raising the alarm at this time!"

"To shut up!"

"Quiet--"

The room was in chaos, Jason was dizzy from the noise, raised the gun to the ceiling and pulled the trigger.

The loud noise threatened death, and the whole room fell silent. Everyone looked at Jason in horror.

With a gun in his hand, Jason glanced around the room with a cold face, and said, "Now, turn on your radios and let the security team tell you what happened just now."

Everyone is kind.

"Lyle attacked the ammunition depot!" The security team hurriedly said.

Jason's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, as if he doubted the authenticity of the news.

"He's wearing a maintenance worker's clothes! He has controlled the entire ammunition depot. He used Beecher's finger to rewrite the security code. We can't get in!"

Jason's expression ranged from surprise to disbelief, and then to incomparable anger. He roared, "Fifty fucking people can't stop a Lyle Hall? What the hell are you doing!"

His voice was so sharp that the ending sound changed slightly, he cursed in a low voice, took the gun out of the room, but when he took the first step, he backed up and said to everyone in the room: "Send Mu Qingtong out as soon as possible .”

"Yes, Colonel!"

As soon as he stepped out of the room, people from the security team rushed to Jason and began to report the latest situation.

"What about others?"

"I can't find it, it's no longer in the ammunition depot, but the surveillance shows that he took two rifles and several rounds of bullets... Judging from his marksmanship, if he doesn't waste it..."

"Enough to kill us all three times."

Jason: "..."

Jason suddenly understood why Lyle trained so hard for nearly a year, raising his already abnormal physical fitness to another level.

He didn't want to vent his emotions at all, but he had planned for today's plan for a long time!

He deliberately kept a low profile for such a long time, just for this moment!

But these were things that he, and even Herman, never thought about. They knew that Lyle might change, but they never doubted his loyalty.

But reality slapped him hard.

Lyle's plan was extremely thorough, and no one had discovered that he had replaced someone else's identity before.

Jason gasped.

Except for the people in the security team, no one here knew the existence of the ammunition depot. He didn't know when Lyle discovered this thing.But it is incredible that the latter can quickly occupy that place in such a short period of time without anyone noticing.

When did Lyle have such a strong individual combat capability?

"Colonel, the monitoring also shows that Lyle took one..."

"boom--"

Before the words were finished, a huge explosion shook the entire basement. Sand and sand poured down, and cracks appeared on the walls. Jason and the others couldn't stand upright. The headset was taken off, and there was an unusually sharp beeping from inside.

The originally dim red light went out all at once, and the emergency lights turned on instantly, only showing the outline of everyone, and the exit indicator light on the corner of the wall.

"... bazooka," the man added.

Jason: "..."

Oh shit.Jason cursed, and Lyle destroyed the radio transmitter with a rocket launcher. Fortunately, the structure here is very strong, and it will not collapse for a while, but all the data of the experiment must be transferred immediately.

"Send someone to the host as soon as possible, maybe his next target will be there, and kill him on the spot." Jason ordered.

"Yes, sir!"

Mu Qingtong finally opened his eyes clearly, but his eyes were still pitch black. His steps were as light as he felt just now. It took him a long time to realize that he was being carried away, and he had already walked quite a bit. distance.

It was difficult for him to see the faces of the people around him under such light, his limbs were still in a state of weakness, and his whole body was limp.

He squinted his eyes and looked around for a while, but found that no one had noticed that he had woken up, so he just continued to play dead, and let them drag him without moving.

During the period when he was unconscious, what happened...

Mu Qingtong's mind gradually became clear, and his heart beat faster and faster. He could clearly feel his adrenaline soaring, accumulating long-lost strength to his body.

It felt as if there was a beast awakened by hunger in his heart, eager to break free from the cage and rush out to hunt and fight.