Sentinel is not good

Liang Xiao obeyed Zhou Yun's order and took a step back to wait for Song to get out.

Song Jian stood where he was, not wanting to leave.But he had to go, the communicator rang, and the unkind beeping sound warned him, Song Jian, you are just a B-level sentry, Zhou Yun is the guide commander.Besides you, he has countless quests, underlings, and great victories.

Song Jian had no choice but to leave here with Liang Xiao. A few drops of blood flowed from the small wound on the palm of his hand, and sweat dripped from the corners of his eyes.The corridor was still so quiet, the lights were dim, and the carpet was soft.Liang Xiao gave him a back view, and the black panther was monitoring his movements.

"Headquarters... Does the headquarters have snake venom serum?" Song Jian asked suddenly, "Black Mamba's."

Liang Xiao turned his head and glanced at him. "Of course, the serum of the poisoned spirit body is available."

"That's good." Song Jian was devastated, with sweetness in his mouth, but he was thinking about a thousand ways to die in his head, "I need a lot, it's best to bring all the stocks."

"What? Who did your snake bite?" Liang Xiao asked without looking back.

Of course Song Jian didn't dare to say that his own snake had bitten Chief Zhou Yun many times in a row.This is the habit of the black mamba, which attacks several times in a short period of time, leaving no possibility of survival for the prey.

"No one... I have another question." Song Jian asked anxiously, "Why did you open the door when Chief Zhou Yun's communicator rang?"

Liang Xiao turned his head and looked at Song Jian again. "I am the captain of his guard, and I usually patrol the corridors. There are always many enemies who want to assassinate the chief, so I can't be distracted for a moment."

"Does he have many sentries?" Song Jian asked again.

"Of course. A guide can't have his own sentinel, but he can lead hundreds of sentries to the front line. Chief Zhou Yun is very good to the sentinel, but we won't just accept him as a guide, and will change guides regularly." Liang Xiao stopped at On the edge of the platform, "Have you considered what I told you last time? Do you want to join the special team?"

"I'm sorry, I don't want it." Song Jian refused very simply, so he didn't want to go to a dangerous place to fire.Just thinking of Zhou Yun being able to lead hundreds of S-level sentries at the same time... The wound on his hand hurts at this moment, Song Jian squeezed it, and squeezed it hard.

At night, the wound was still hurting, obviously it was just a two-centimeter cut... Song Jian tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, so he released his mental body and began to educate Xiao Diu: "What's the matter with you...that's Zhou Yun, is it?" Zhou Yun."

Xiaodiu was slippery, writhing constantly, trying to escape.

"Don't move, if you move again, I'll beat you." Song Jian threatened, showing the injury on his right palm, "Daddy has had bloodletting today, so it may not be possible to save Zhou Yun. If he dies, the next One is you and me. Do you know that you are a poisonous snake?"

Xiao Diu vomited out the black snake letter, which means he knows, his little head is full of fighting spirit, and he seems to want to try again.

Song Jian was furious when he saw the expression on its face that it would dare to bite again next time. "It's fine now, Zhou Yun's life and death are uncertain, and the wound hurts so much that I can't sleep... Don't you like Chief Zhou Yun very much? What are you afraid of him for? He just scratched you, how wronged would you be if you let him catch you?"

The black mamba can't speak, and Doudou is staring at its owner with its head dangling.

"Don't act like a baby, you've caused a disaster!" Song Jian flicked it, not knowing how Zhou Yun was doing now.

However, Liang Xiao said that there is serum in the headquarters, so... he shouldn't die.

"You don't sleep at night, why scold Xiaodiu?" Wang Ba yawned.

"Ba Ba, I might die. Zhou Yun..." Song Jian grabbed his fingers, he hadn't got the sacrifice quota yet, and he hadn't found his brother either.He touched the lower left side of his belly button again, and the cross-shaped scar would never disappear in this lifetime.

"Don't worry, it has been so many hours now, and there is no broadcast notification, which means he is fine." Wang Ba reminded him, "Once the poison of the black mamba enters the blood, it will be fatal. Without serum, Zhou Yun can't survive. It seems Luckily for him, mobile bases are readily available."

Song Jian leaned back, his back against the cold wall. "I hope, I still want to keep this puppy alive and meet my brother."

"It's your brother again... How good is your brother? Just about the little things you guys grew up together, I can hear the cocoons in my ears."

The space in the sleeping cabin is cramped, but Song Jian likes it instead. He likes dwelling in dwellings as much as a snake. When he was a child, it was that tent, a blanket, and a rope around his neck.Right here now, it's fine to be alone in a daze.

"My brother is very powerful." Song Jian murmured to himself, "He was raised by wolves and drank wolf milk. He likes to look at the stars and howl at the moon. He runs very fast. People say he can act with wolves. He is a very tough person, really hard tempered, and never coaxes me well... I struggled and he hit me. Hit me on the back of the hand."

"Is there something wrong with you? Hit you, do you still miss him?"

"I... think about it." Song Jian closed his eyes. He didn't dare to tell Wang Ba all about many things. His past was a secret that only belonged to himself and brother wolf. "With my brother here, I never Worried about dying. He said that neither the pick nor the wolf will die."

Wang Ba was silent for a few seconds, as if moved by this emotion, but soon his voice returned to seriousness, pulling Song Jian back from his memories to reality. "Xiao Qianchai, there is definitely a shielding device in Zhou Yun's room, we must find a way to find it out, he is a very valuable target."

As a temperature-changing animal, Xiaodiu can never leave the heat source. The first person it sees is Song Jian, and it recognizes its owner, and has a strange intimacy with him.Even in a sealed space, at such a close distance, it still entangles Song Jian's legs and ankles, expressing intimacy with the contact of scales.

Song Jian didn't want to leave the heat source, so he wrapped himself tightly in the quilt. "I haven't had a chance to find it."

"No chance, you have to look for opportunities to create." Wang Ba reminded him, "But you must remain vigilant and hostile. People like Zhou Yun are scary, so be careful, and don't let him discover your true identity."

"Understood." Song Jian suddenly got goosebumps.

"You and him are not partners in the same camp." Wang Ba emphasized his tone, "He is the commander of the wild army, and you are the insider of the new alliance. Once exposed, Zhou Yun will not be soft on a small sentinel like you, he may I don’t even have any interest in executing you myself, so I handed it over to someone else.”

Song Jian was already shuddering. "I see."

"If one day, the higher-ups issue an order to exterminate, I hope you will not be soft." Wang Ba said, "The most important thing is to survive."

Song Jian nodded and pinched the wound on the palm of his hand.

The next day, there was still no news about Zhou Yun.

Song Jian was always worried, for fear that he would suddenly die of poison.Fortunately, there was no such bad news after two days. Song Jian lined up to lead the army to supply supplies, and he was relieved at the same time.

It should be... not dead, right?

He took a lot of canned food at once, and Song Jian walked back with the bag, never paying attention to the side of the guide team.

That team is all guides, but there are only a small number of them, but they are all B-level, A-level and S-level don't need to receive them, someone will give them to them.

Song Jian thought of Zhou Yun's refrigerator, the taste of sweet and bitter chocolate and sweet strawberry reappeared.He licked his lips and looked over at the guide.

In addition to canned food, they are still receiving... candy?Song Jian pulled down the pretending fake glasses. It was really candy. The administrator handed the guide a few packs of small white squares.Those little squares are neatly arranged, and there are dozens of them in each pack.

Zhou Yun said that guides are all dependent on sugar, and it seems that Class B is no exception.Without sugar, their mental strength collapsed.

After eating a few cans, Song Jian got on the No. 44 train again, and when he arrived in the alley, he still knocked on the door three times, and the inside answered, knocking three more times.

The door opened, and the woman was holding a cane: "I thought you released me temporarily, and everyone has made an appointment."

"I never go back on my word." Song Jian was a little nervous, but he could even hold on to S-level, so B-level should be nothing.So he stepped into the room.

The woman closed the door and took him to what looked like an operating room.The lights were dim, and there was the smell of alcohol, which made Song Jian's sense of smell uncomfortable.

"Go up." The woman pointed to the operating chair.

"Be careful picking you up." Wang Ba has always opposed him, "Although I don't know where she took you, I think this is very dangerous. Excessive mental venting can lead to brain death of the sentinel."

Song Jian coughed, of course it was impossible to answer Wang Ba. "Why is there a restraint belt?"

"Because the sentry who is taking private work for the first time tends to be nervous, and the sentry's physical function is usually very strong, which will injure the guide." The woman said, "But don't worry, I have arranged for you a B-level guide with a good personality. He's been here many times."

Song Jian stood there hesitating, looking at the chair.

"Drink a glass of water, don't be afraid." The woman brought a glass of water, "Record five thousand points at a time. We have professional technicians who can transfer the points directly... Such a large amount is better than your pitiful Pick up wood?"

Song Jian looked at the glass of transparent water: "I'm not thirsty, I want...I want to smoke a cigarette."

"Please go ahead." The woman looked at the wall clock, "the guide will come in 15 minutes, I hope we are ready."

Cigarettes are the supplements distributed today. Song Jian took one in his mouth and struck a match with trembling fingers.He never dared to swallow cigarettes in his stomach, he just put on a show to scare others.

The smoke enveloped his face, and the orange-red cigarette butt lit up a few times before he stubbed it out again.

"I'm ready." Song Jian believed that his mental image could hold up.

He lay down, and the woman tied him up with restraint belts, wrapping around his wrists and ankles a few times.The light was on top of Song Jian's head, the light was soft, and he slowly closed his eyes.

"Can you exchange points for candy here?" Song Jian asked suddenly.

"Of course." The pocket syringe in the woman's cuff fell out and plunged directly into Song Jian's arm. "I forgot to tell you that in order to reduce the sentinel's pain, we need to inject guideline."

Song Jian shuddered, and the blood vessels in his arm felt pain.But it's too late, the guide element will blunt the response of the sentinel. "How much did you... call me?"

"It's not too much. It's mainly used to lower your five senses. The sentry is too sensitive. I don't want to kill anyone." The woman said softly with her arms around Song Jian's neck.

Artificial guides act quickly.The dose is too much.

The first thing Song Qian felt was the degeneration of hearing, and all sounds turned into hazy echoes, sometimes loud and sometimes small, without a sense of reality.

"Song Jian! Song Jian!" Even Wang Ba's voice was suddenly approaching and far away, "Report the situation! I want you to report the situation immediately! Song Jian..."

Song Jian opened his mouth, wanting to speak.The object in front of me begins to spin in a spiral, fading.The first thing to distort is the wall, and the vertical lines become waves, followed by the round lamp above the head.It changed from a perfect circle to an ellipse, continuously elongated, and then quickly shrunk, like clay being played with in the hands.

Then there is the sense of smell, the smell of the disinfection room becomes very weak.Song Jian raised his head, wanting to drink water.

A pungent aroma walked towards him.

"The injection is over?" A male guide stood beside Song Qian, but secretly wearing a sentry's overalls, the brim of the military cap was pulled down very low, wishing to cover his eyes and nose.

"The injection is over." There was a hint of cunning in the woman's expression, "B-rank sentinel, male, 22 years old, you like good-looking ones, this is the best for you."

"Of course I like good-looking ones, even if I want to vent my mental fragments, I don't want to be ugly." The male guide walked closer and closer, "This person..."

A woman reaches for something. "How about it?"

"He's so beautiful." The male guide's voice was very young, with an upward pitch, "Ten bottles of special painkillers, a deal."

Ten clear bottles were pocketed and handed out.The woman smiled, medicines are too rare, and only S-level wizards can get them.As for this B-level sentinel, who cares if he lives or dies.There are too many people in the base, and it is very easy to make one person disappear.

"I'm sorry, little sentinel." The woman pinched Song Jian's face, "I've arranged a big deal for you."

Song Jian opened his eyelids with all his strength, and moved his mouth. "elder brother?"

Thorn flowers smell spicy when rubbed on the body, but bitter when bitten into the mouth. Song Jian smelled it, and he lifted his body up, trying to see the person clearly.

"Brother? Who is your brother? Who are you?" The male guide loosened his collar and began to release his spirit.

A sense of oppression squeezed towards Song Jian.

Countless spiritual threads gathered outside Song Jian's spiritual wall, ready to jump like a charged whip.Song Jian's vision was distorted, leaving only the smell of thorns and flowers. He moved his wrist and his forearm began to accumulate strength.

Light blue blood vessels emerge from under the thin muscles.

The power of these spiritual strands is different from Zhou Yun's.Song Jian became inexplicably afraid that this person would hurt himself.

The wrists began to rub against the restraints until the skin turned red. Song Jian yanked them free, reached up with one hand, and accidentally knocked off the hat of the guide who was about to penetrate his spiritual wall.

"Brother?" Song Jian frowned, he couldn't see clearly, "You are..."

"That's right, that's right, I'm your brother." Qi Zhou didn't expect him to break free, but he wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he looked at the woman, "Is he really a B-rank? Did you get your information wrong? His spirit The wall is so strong that even I can't get in right away. Also, did Guisu really fight enough? Why did he break free?"

The woman was stunned. "Impossible, there have been no problems before... I'll go get another injection."

"You... are you really my brother?" Song Jian could only see a shadow, he missed Brother Little Wolf so much, "I am, Song Jian."

Qi Zhou smiled, full of fun. "Oh... I am, but how do you prove that you are Qingcai?"

Song Jian broke free with both hands. Hearing this, he unzipped the zipper tremblingly and lifted the vest inside.Wang Ba was still yelling in his ears, he couldn't take care of it anymore, he pushed back the edge of his underwear impatiently, exposing a few centimeters to the lower left of his belly button.

A layer of sweat formed on his abdominal muscles, and he gasped violently.

The exposed part has a cross-shaped scar.

"This...brother, you don't know me anymore?" Song Jian really believed it. All kinds of information collided in his head. He didn't know what he was doing. He couldn't see or hear clearly. The only thing he could smell was, It is the spicy taste of thorn flowers, "You carved this with your own hands, you said...you said..."

Before the words were finished, two doors of the operating room were kicked open at the same time, a front door and a back door.

Qi Zhou was looking at the sentinel's scar. The edges of the scar were very neat, which meant that the knife was fast enough, and the person who did it was cruel enough, without any hesitation.As the door slammed, his presumptuous spirit withdrew in an instant, and he took two steps back. He almost dropped his hearing aid in fright: "Yang Yu? Why are you here? Don't you...have a mission?"

Yang Yu came in through the front door, wearing the uniform and windbreaker of an S-level guide, and looked at Zhou Yun, who was also in the same uniform and windbreaker, standing outside the back door.

Song Jian was still pointing to Qi Zhou's scar.

Countless spiritual threads sparked electric sparks in a small room.The guide and the guide are at odds, and both want the other dead.