[K] Shoot Zhou Fangzun

A difficult target that has never been encountered before, Zhou Fangzun.

Honor, Mikoto...

The tip of the tongue touched the palate twice, the vocal cords trembled slightly, and the warm breath escaped from between the lips and teeth. Toru Ogata repeated the name again, and the three syllables seemed to convey some kind of unsettling heat.

The third king, Zhou Fangzun.

What a confusingly contradictory guy.

It looks lazy and unmotivated, like an underdog that is easy to deal with, but when you really try to snipe, you will find out how naive this idea is.It has a strong sense of presence like a swaying flame, but it is as unattainable as a flame. It never deliberately covers the weak points of the body, but it is hard to aim.

Unlike the previous killing targets, he didn't seem to have any overly strong desires.At least during Ogata's observation period, this man's attitude towards anything was always casual and careless.

Silent, violent, and vicious, but he didn't pour out his irritable emotions at will. Most of the time, this man was trying to restrain his power that was about to explode.Ogata Toru couldn't help but wonder why he was enduring.

Strong but forbearing, proud and low-key, his eyes clearly reveal the desire to destroy everything, but his body is so conservative that he is reluctant to even attack.

The moment the falling Ogata saw the red Yang Yan, she subconsciously prepared for the impact. The metal armor quickly covered the position of the face and heart, and her hands instinctively intertwined against her chest. Nerves stretched to the limit.

However, to her surprise, the flame did not smash her to the ground, but passed her by, and crashed into the deserted street. Lifting her up just buffered the speed of her fall.

After a brief astonishment, Ogata immediately chose to evacuate. When she was about to escape from danger, she couldn't help but glance back. The lazy and dangerous king was standing a hundred meters away from her, silently Looking at her, he neither planned to chase nor asked, just looked at her indifferently from afar.

until she escaped his sight.

At that time, Ogata Toru really had the urge to shoot back again, not to shoot this proud guy, she just wanted to try to see if she could penetrate the indifferent and lazy mask of that man.

He wanted to personally break the calmness of his whitewashed nature and release his brutal and wild soul.

The sharp tearing pain pulled Ogata back to reality, she instinctively groaned, her hands imprisoned on the cross clenched into fists.

"The appearance of escaping back is really embarrassing."

The gauze on her calf was being roughly torn off. The brown-haired middle-aged man threw away the blood-stained gauze, looked at the burnt skin regretfully, reached out to touch her right calf with intact skin, and asked with a morbid smile. Said: "Ogata, why can't you be more obedient?"

"Go away!" With a short and powerful word, the girl made no secret of her disgust and disgust.

"Tsk tsk, you're still so energetic even if you're reaching the limit." The researcher in a white lab coat picked up the standard injection gun and pressed a glass test tube containing an inhibitor into the mounting groove.

The pink liquid medicine quickly flowed into the transparent cavity of the injection gun. He shook the device in his hand and pointed the gun head at the inside of Ogata's left wrist.

After finding the location of the vein, the man pulled the trigger, and the cherry blossom-shaped five-hole injection needle quickly penetrated the skin, injecting the pale pink liquid into the body.

The icy liquid medicine melted into the warm blood, and the cold tingling sensation spread throughout the body. Ogata's body trembled, and blood overflowed from the burnt wound and dripped onto the smooth ground.

The man reached out and patted her cheek, and said with a morbid smile: "How can I let you die like this?"

Ogata Toru's eyes showed a dull dark green in the dark, and her ankles were also fixed by torture racks. The special high-density water material was developed for her abilities, comparable to the strength and strength of metals. The hardness made her unable to resist, let alone break free.

"This kind of exciting eyes... so beautiful..." The sick love in the man's eyes became more and more intense. He kissed the girl's collarbone obsessively, licked her skin, and stretched out from the hem of her blouse with one hand. In, slowly sliding up along the curve of her soft waist.

"Ryota Asakawa, you don't want your left hand, do you?" Ogata said in a cold tone, his eyes darkened.

The man's movements froze for a moment.

She raised her head slowly, the curve of her lips was gentle and cruel, and asked softly: "It doesn't matter if I can no longer touch the instrument with my own hands, right? Professor Asakawa."

The one-armed man called Ryota Asakawa frowned and stared at Ogata gloomily.She smiled and looked at him with pride and pity, "Do you want to try the feeling of being shot through the shoulder blade by the scarlet gun again?"

Asakawa took a half step back in surprise.

The sleeve on the right side of the lab coat was empty. He had already been attacked by this damned tempting experimental subject once. Although he severely punished her to vent his anger afterwards, the completely shattered right arm could never be recovered.

Sure, he could have been fitted with mechanical prosthetics, but what's so exciting about touching those wonderful glassware with your fingers?The thrill of the experiment can only be experienced by touching those instruments with your own hands!

"Ogata Toru, do you know what you are doing?" Ryota Asakawa stared morbidly at the girl who was bound and hung up, with a cold and crazy expression.

He grabbed the girl by the throat and said furiously, "Are you threatening me? It's up to you! Kneel down to me and submit to me! Maybe I can consider saving you from the task of killing the third king, or Said that you want to experience the pain of being stripped from the Saxon tree and re-implanted every time you fail!?"

Ogata was forced to raise her face slightly by his actions, she smiled contemptuously, looked down at him and whispered: "No."

The Scarlet Spear is Toru Ogata's strongest weapon and her last resort.

When not summoned, it usually exists in Ogata's body in the form of blood, and when it is condensed into a solid body, it shoots and kills the enemy at the cost of extracting her life force.

Although it is powerful, it is also a load beyond the limit for Ogata Toru himself. In a sense, using the scarlet gun is not to kill the enemy, but to have the consciousness of dying together.

The pain that touches the soul has forced Ogata to the point where he wants to fire the gun.

"Have you changed your mind? Ogata." The crazy brown-haired researcher raised the black-haired girl's chin with the back of a scalpel and asked gently.

There was chaos in the blue eyes, and the eyes were absent and unfocused.

She stared blankly at the ground below, the fragment of the Saxon tree that had just been stripped from her body was still twisting, the golden tree whiskers soaked in blood were twitching non-stop, and the roots were sticking to the flesh that had grown together .

Ryota Asakawa dropped the blood-stained scalpel, stroked the tear mole on the bottom of her left eye with a blood-stained finger, smiled distortedly, and asked softly: "Are you wrong? Ogata, look at me, look at me!" Follow me..."

He cupped Ogata's face with both hands, "What are you thinking? Look at me... look at me... look at me, look at me!"

He suddenly roared violently, pinched her chin, and forced her to look at him.

The man's crazy expression was reflected in the dry green pupils, and Ogata numbly endured the bloody pain after the flesh and blood were torn off.

The nervous man took out a scalpel again and cut a new wound on her scarred arm. Hot blood gushed out from the deep and narrow wound, and Ogata trembled from the pain. The tiny reaction made Asakawa Ryota too excited.

He used fine tweezers to pick out the whiskers of the tree of life in her body, and then slowly pulled the whiskers out of her body.

The mucous membrane was mixed with fuzzy flesh and blood, and was taken out of the body along the bark. The girl screamed miserably, and the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow wantonly pulled the nerve endings.

"Does it hurt? My Ogata." Ryota Asakawa admired her painful expression, dropped the root hair just pulled out, and leaned over to kiss her fresh wound.

There was an intoxicated and patient look on his face, and he gently stroked her wound with his lips, "The pain makes you so attractive..."

Ogata Toru's eyes gradually recovered, and the dark burning anger swayed quietly in the blue abyss.

She was fixed on the crucifix, her complexion was pale, but the dark green in her eyes was almost black.

Both arms were dripping with blood, and majestic hatred welled up in his eyes.

The broken golden tree of life twisted in a pool of blood, and the bright red blood formed a strange bloody pattern on the ground. Like a god believed by heretics, she stared coldly at the arrogant person in front of her.

"You finally looked at me..." Asakawa looked at her obsessively, "You are mine, you can only be mine..."

"No." Her voice was hoarse, and she repeated slowly but firmly, "Never."

Ryota Asakawa's expression became colder and colder. He stared at the scarred girl sternly, "You say no? Did I hear it wrong?"

Ogata slowly raised the corners of his mouth, smiling coldly and mockingly.

"Very good, then you can continue to do the damn mission! If you fail, you will continue to be tortured until the mission is completed or—"

The sick researcher Asakawa stuffed a glass test tube containing pink liquid medicine into the girl's wound, listened to the sound of her gasping with enjoyment, and twirled to push the inhibitor deep into the body. He showed a determined smile and lowered his He said in a voice: "Or, kneel down in front of me."

Another inhibitor, together with the previous one, was enough to maintain Toru Ogata's normal life for 30 days.

The small and exquisite metal products were thrown at Ogata's feet. Ryota Asakawa wiped his hands slowly, and smiled cruelly and nervously: "In your current state, I'm afraid you can't guarantee to kill the Red King in his prime, but I know you have other options."

"This is the first time, Ogata, I don't want to see you being destroyed after three failures." The brown-haired researcher grinned sullenly, licking his lips hungrily, "You know Alpha-level consumables Here, I like you the most..."

After Asakawa finished speaking, he turned and left the torture room. After the isolation door was closed, the cross was automatically untied, and Ogata, whose arms were dripping with blood, fell to the ground.

The black-haired girl sat under the torture rack, stretched out her trembling fingers, and reluctantly took out the inhibitor from the wound. The pain was about to paralyze her nerves, and her eyes turned black in bursts.

Take your time...before you're thrown in the restoration fluid...

Her fingers twitched uncontrollably, and she tried several times to pick up the object dropped by the researcher from the ground.

It was an old pocket watch.

Although the pattern on the metal shell has become less clear due to too many touches, it does not prevent others from recognizing that it is a blooming rose.

The blood in her hand dyed the pattern on the case, making the silver-white rose look like it was in full bloom. With a bright red and rotten color, the girl unconsciously clenched her pocket watch tightly, with a hazy expression in her eyes.

After a long time, Ogata slowly let go of his hand.

The watch chain was wrapped around her middle finger, and the pocket watch that fell from her hand was shaking in the air. After the initial chaotic rhythm passed, the hanging silver pocket watch began to swing rhythmically, and the shaking that maintained a stable frequency made people slightly dizzy dizzy.

Ogata half-closed his eyes, relaxed his body and mind, and kept hinting that his body was very tired. The sound of the beating heart gradually became stronger until it clearly echoed in his ears, and the sound of the beating blood became calmer.

She opened her eyes slowly, the blue eyes reflected the pocket watch swinging back and forth, the speed of the silver circle shaking in mid-air became slower and slower, and her thoughts became more and more chaotic.

If you want to deceive others, you must first deceive yourself.

In order to complete the task, imposing coercive psychological hints on herself and using the most authentic lies to win the trust of the target object, although she is facing huge risks, it is the last straw for her who has no way out.

"I'm Toru Ogata."

She raised her head, although her expression was gentle and smiling, her eyes were hazy, and the soft blue color concealed the coldness deep in her pupils.

"I have a good impression of the members of the red group, and I long to be accepted by them."

"I will gain the trust of the Scarlet King, looking for the moment when he let down his guard, the moment he recognizes me..."

Her tone was soft and soft.

"Shoot him with your own hands."