There must be something wrong with my krypton game

A month ago, the European Special Forces Directorate issued an order to order two intelligence agents from the Operations Department, Rimbaud and Verlaine, to sneak into the underground research institute of the Japanese government and retrieve the new supernatural weapons they were researching.

A boy with the flame of doom that could destroy the world was sent back to Europe for custody.

In order to achieve this goal, they prepared for as long as one month, and Jing came to Japan a week ago to obtain detailed information inside the institute.

There are no maps or signs there, and all information is encrypted and sealed in the central control system connected to the host, completely cutting off the outside world. In addition, there is no paper experiment data inside the institute. One-on-one docking by researchers.

In other words, if they want to find out the location of the supernatural weapon, they must first get the researcher in charge of the supernatural weapon.

So, the two came here.

...but this researcher doesn't seem quite right.

Verlaine put one hand on the white-haired young man's neck, a cross appeared on his head, "Who do you think has a son!?"

Kanda Chuanyu didn't hesitate: "I said you, didn't you hear it just now?"

Verlaine gritted his teeth: "I heard that, I mean, who told you that I have a son!?"

The white-haired young man showed a puzzled expression: "I saw it myself..."

Kandagawa Yu hesitated for a moment, "Could it be, you... don't you know?"

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Could it be that he is still an illegitimate child!

Verlaine: "..."

Verlaine: "I have nothing, I mean I don't have a son at all!!"

Kanda Chuanyu asked him back: "How do you know you don't have a son?"

Verlaine choked at him: "Because...because..."

He choked for a long time without saying a word, and instinctively glanced at Rimbaud who was standing next to him, Kanda Chuanyu also followed his gaze to look over, the two of them, one tall and the other low, were wearing the same combat uniform, and their hair was black One red, it looks very matching.

Kandagawa Yu seemed to understand something.

He immediately corrected the mistake: "Oh, that's true, sorry, maybe I misunderstood."

Verlaine: "...What do you know! Ah!?"

"It's okay." Kanda Chuanyu looked at him kindly, "We don't discriminate against this."

Verlaine: "...discriminate against you big-headed ghost!!"

When most people saw them, they were either frightened to the point of shit, or raised their guns to do it. This was the first time they encountered such a nonsensical person in a sneak mission.

Verlaine has no experience in dealing with this kind of brain circuit at all, and feels that no matter what he does at this time, he seems to be out of control, choking his breath in his throat, in a dilemma, and can only look in the direction of Rimbaud angrily, "Hey——"

Rimbaud looked away and coughed lightly: "...Pfft."

Verlaine: "..."

Verlaine: "Why are you laughing! What's so funny, why are you laughing too!!"

"Ahem." Rimbaud tried hard to control his facial expression, "Because it's rare for Paul to look so lively..."

Verlaine was completely speechless.

Be sick!Is there not a single healthy person here today! ?

After a few words, the face of the red-haired young man was completely dark. He grabbed Kanda Chuanyou's neck until the other person was out of breath, then let go and threw him to the ground.

Hitting the hard wall with his back, Yu Kandagawa coughed twice, feeling that his physical strength must have dropped again.

"Hey, we're not here to joke with you." The red-haired young man stepped forward, grabbed his collar and pressed it against the wall, threatening coldly, "Take us to find that, the experimental body armor you are in charge of Five or eight—now, immediately, immediately!"

In the blink of an eye, Verlaine's knee hit hard on Kanda Chuanyu's abdomen, and the young man was pushed against the injured internal organs. Pain surged, and Verlaine pinched his carotid artery with his palm, slowly exerting force.

Kandagawa Yuu closed his eyes, breathing hard.

"Or." Verlaine said, "I'll kill you right now."

Kanda Chuanyu felt that the people in this dungeon were very violent.

They beat and kill people at every turn, from adults to children, without exception.Wouldn't it be nice to be peaceful?

Verlaine didn't really want to kill him. He had received special espionage training and knew how to torture people without killing him in order to obtain the information he wanted.

He observed Kandagawa Yu's reaction, loosened his strength appropriately, pinched him back before he was out of breath, and crushed his knee on his lower abdomen, watching with satisfaction that the people under him lost their strength of resistance and couldn't restrain themselves. Stop humming.

"How about it." After two or three rounds of torture, he squatted down and grabbed the young man's back collar, "What should I do, have you figured it out?"

The young man's body was completely out of strength. According to his reaction, Verlaine could see that he must have suffered other injuries, which is almost enough to deal with this kind of researcher who has never been on the battlefield.

Verlaine pinched his chin, making him look directly into his eyes, "Choose—lead us the way, or die?"

The white-haired young man opened half of his eyes, feeling weak.

"Or...I can, ahem, choose the third way..."

Realizing something, Verlaine immediately turned his head and shouted, "Rimbaud, control him!"

The cube appeared out of nowhere, clasped his hands and feet, and his wrists stretched out from the sleeves, revealing the watch buckled on it. Verlaine quickly searched his whole body and found two things that looked like remote controls, half a bottle of painkillers, and a box of canned food.

Verlaine handed the found things to Rimbaud, and the man with long black hair checked it, squatted down, and focused his eyes on the watch on his wrist.

Verlaine asked, "How is it?"

"The purpose of the remote control is unknown." Rimbaud shook his head. "The watch is embedded. As long as you leave or your vital signs disappear, an alarm will sound."

The two raised their heads tacitly, and looked in Kandagawa Yu's direction.

The young man who was restrained was not in a hurry, coughed several times, and then said weakly.

"Now, can we sit down and have a good talk?"

The current game is not harmonious at all.

It's too hard to play a game.

Kanda Chuanyou felt that Verlaine's two strokes almost wiped out his remaining physical strength, so he called up the panel to see, and sure enough, there was only a little pitiful blood left.

Kanda Chuanyu: "..."

It's too difficult, it's too difficult, even if you lose blood, you won't pay compensation, hooliganism!

And isn't he too brittle!Don't artificial humans even have a gold finger?

Kanda Chuanyu was lamenting his own blood, and the mood of the two people opposite him was not very good.

In the past four years of carrying out missions with Rimbaud, Verlaine has met all kinds of people, including outlaws and outright lunatics.

But he also had to admit that it was indeed rare to be so unafraid of death.

Although he was absolutely weak in terms of force, the white-haired young man did not show a trace of nervousness. His hands and feet were restricted by the cube, and he could only lean against the wall in an uncomfortable posture, but his expression was still calm.

If it weren't for the cold sweat soaking his hair to show his poor physical condition, I don't know if he thought he was here to experience the life of a captive. After all, he even asked the two of them very naturally.

"Is there any water? I'm thirsty."

"I'm hungry...no I don't eat biscuits."

"Can you open a can for me? I can't move."

Verlaine had never seen such a cheeky captive, but they had no other way to know the location of the experimental subject, nor could they kill him.

He could only suppress his temper, and impatiently handed the opened can in front of him, Kanda Chuanyou discovered a new problem.

His hands were tied and he seemed unable to eat.

The white-haired young man was silent for two seconds, and he didn't have the nerve to ask someone to feed him. He turned his gaze to the pocket on the combat uniform of the person in front of him, "Hey, do you have any antibiotics, I think I need some..."

Verlaine couldn't bear it anymore, "Do you think we are your nanny!"

Kandagawa Yu took it for granted, "If I die, your mission will not fail, I am thinking of you."

Verlaine: "..."

What a fallacy!

"Let's just talk about it." He let out a long breath, squatted down and said coldly, "How can you tell the location of the experimental subject?" "Well..." Kanda Chuanyu coughed twice, " Let's see, what are you going to do with him?"

When referring to human-shaped weapons, most people would use numbers, code names or "it", but the white-haired young man used "he" to represent people.

Both of them were a little surprised.

Perhaps, this matter can really be resolved peacefully.

They exchanged glances calmly, and finally Rimbaud spoke.

"We are intelligence agents from the European Special Forces Administration. The experimental subject you are in charge of is a very dangerous supernatural weapon. If used improperly, it may release the power to destroy the world. We are here this time to bring him Going back to Europe to manage and educate..."

Kandagawa Yu was stunned, "Wait—so, you are here to take Chuya out?"

Rimbaud nodded, "Yes, we will not treat him as a weapon, but hope to raise him as a person, and teach him to control his power. If he continues to stay here, it may cause serious consequences ..."

Rimbaud explained solemnly for a long time, and Kandagawa's expression became more distorted when he heard it.

The more he listened, the more complicated his mood became, and his expression changed unpredictablely, from black to red.

In the end, he was completely lost in the sky, only lowered his head, and murmured absentmindedly, "Why didn't you say it earlier..."

Rimbaud was confused: "Huh?"

Kandagawa Yu raised his head in grief and indignation: "I said—why didn't you tell me earlier!!"

Since everyone's purpose is the same, isn't his beating completely in vain?hateful! !