Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

“We will welcome a distinguished guest here soon. If you don’t want to die under the poisonous gas here today, then do your best to ask him to save you.

Good luck to you. "

The sound from the loudspeaker aroused the desire to survive in many people. Most of them were adults in their twenties and thirties, both male and female. Many pinpricks could be clearly seen on the backs of their exposed hands.

These are experimental subjects who have been initially planned and eliminated by various departments in the laboratory. They have seen the terror of the organization, have undergone various experiments, and know the fate that they are about to be dealt with. In order to seek a chance to survive, they have to hide. Live the fate of being eliminated and destroyed.

They anxiously leaned against the glass, staring outside, just waiting to see the distinguished guests who could save them and started calling for help.

But there are a few people who are indifferent, and F1542 is one of them.

So what if I can survive today? Who knows if I can open my eyes tomorrow?

Once one experiment is over, there is only the next one waiting. Trying to escape the identity of an experimental subject is as incredible as a fish jumping over a dragon gate.

Wouldn't it be easier to die than to live in pain day after day? At least, you don't have to open your eyes to see this world full of darkness without any light.

F1542 huddled in the corner, looking at the many innocent and ignorant children beside her. These children were squatting in the corner like her, but their eyes were still curiously looking at everything outside the glass.

At first glance, these are experimental subjects that have just been sent to the organization, and they are also the kind of experimental subjects who were selected and left over due to low levels. There was no pain and torture in the experiment, and although the eyes were full of fear, there was still light.

It's nothing like her who is waiting to die.

It seemed like a long time passed, and the sleepy F1542 was woken up by fierce voices.

"Come, come, is it him?"

"Whether it is or not, hurry up and start crying. Bring those children over and let them cry too."

"...Wow...Wow..."

"Help, help me, please help me..."

"I don't want to die here, dad, mom...wow..."

The overwhelming cries echoed in the glass room. F1542, who was grabbed by the arm by someone and then pushed her against the glass roughly, watched coldly as the door to the room outside was opened, and a young man with red hair and red eyes staggered in.

Several hands stretched out beside her and behind her, squeezing her flesh. They wanted her to cry loudly so that the young people outside could hear her and see her miserable tears.

They hoped that the young man would be moved by the children and their pitiful cries and save their lives.

But even though it hurt, F1542 still didn't say a word, let alone shed tears. She looked at the young man who froze in place after entering the door, and looked at him carefully.

The young man was wearing a simple black training uniform. His slightly long dark red hair was messy and hung down to his shoulders. His face was pale as if he had not seen the sun for a long time.

There must be serious injuries on his body. F1542 saw that as soon as the red-haired young man entered the door, he had to turn slightly sideways and use his right shoulder as support to lean against the door frame.

He obviously heard the cry for help coming from the glass room, and looked up here twice.

But apart from the glances over him, the red-haired young man didn't make any sign of coming over. He just leaned against the wall quietly.

At this time, the horn in the glass room rang again, the same mechanical sound that told them to call for help and wish them good luck.

But at this moment, the target of the mechanical voice was no longer the experimental subjects, but the red-haired young man outside.

"After 30 minutes, I will press the poison gas release switch in my hand. The experimental subjects locked in the glass room in front of you will be poisoned by the high concentration of sarin gas released in the room within a few seconds.

Now the door of the glass room has been remotely locked. If you want to save them, you need to open the door within 30 minutes. If you can do it, I can let these experimental subjects live.

Of course, if you are really not good at knowledge related to mechanical blasting and are just a second-generation ancestor like you said before, then please look here..."

An electronic screen lit up next to the glass room, and a video content appeared inside.

I saw a woman with an average appearance sitting in front of the dressing mirror. She picked up a photo and looked at it for a moment, then opened the makeup box next to it and started applying it to her face. Not long after, the woman in the mirror's face His face became exactly like the man in the photo.

After putting on makeup, the woman stood up and left the dressing mirror. When she appeared in the video camera again, the woman's appearance, hairstyle, and attire were exactly the same as the man in the photo.

"The same 30 minutes later, the face in the video will appear in the office of the Kanagawa Sanada Police Department, serving a cup of hydrogenated coffee to the hard-working Sanada Police Department."

After the words fell, a man in black walked up to the young man holding a box.

"If what you have been telling the truth before, then as a special reward for you, after 27 minutes, you can use the phone in the box to leave a 3-minute last message for your mother Sanada Police, and then we can send you mother and son together. Hit the road and fulfill your ever-present death wish.

As for the last words you left on your mobile phone, we will print them out for you and then burn them in front of your mother’s tombstone. "

Through the glass, F1542 only watched the red-haired young man clenching his fists, sneering and opening his mouth to ask something.

Then, the sound came from the loudspeaker again after being quiet for a while.

"Of course, you have a third way. As long as you can prove your strength to us, you can save yourself and your mother's lives."

The electric sound of the speaker has since completely disappeared.

F1542 looked at the young man who was still motionless. He lowered his head slightly, and a few strands of hair hanging down from his forehead covered his eyes.

Is he the child of a police officer? Did he join the organization voluntarily like her? The existence of these experimental bodies should be used by the organization to test each other's abilities.

The experimental subjects behind and beside F1542 also watched closely at the young man's motionless figure for a long time, seeing that even the child's heartbreaking cry had no effect on him, he was still the same as before.

This made them even more excited when they were about to face the fear of death. They crowded in front of the glass and started crying and begging more emotionally and even yelling.

"Help me, I don't want to die here..."

"Aren't you the child of a policeman? Why don't you come to save us? As long as you open this door, both us and your mother can live..."

"Why are you still standing there? You don't even care about your own mother's life..."

"Since they are testing you like this, you must have some kind of mechanical talent. Come and save us quickly..."

"You are such a ruthless and cold-blooded person, you are not worthy of being a police child..."

"Yes, if we die in the gas, you will be the murderer."

"Wow...wow..."

"If you want to die, you can wait until you save us before you die..."

"Even if I die, I will never let you go if I become a ghost..."

……

……

F1542, who was pushed to the back by the excited group, retracted into the corner. She listened to the people around her asking for help, crying and swearing, and tried her best to reach out and hug her knees, and buried her head in her legs.

20 minute later.

With a soft "click" sound, F1542 heard a burst of excited shouts from all around. She subconsciously raised her head and saw the red-haired young man standing in front of the open glass room.

He held the disassembly tool in one hand and held the door frame with the other. His dark red eyes seemed to be looking at her embarrassed and ugly appearance through the layers of people.

What a dazzling person!

The surviving experimental subjects were hugging each other with tears of joy. After seeing the strong men with guns gradually surrounding them, they all quickly squatted down and huddled in the corner like F1542.

"clap clap"

Crisp applause came from behind everyone.

"You are worthy of being a genius spotted by the Boss. In just eighteen minutes, you cracked the mechanical code door that your predecessor spent eight months developing. As expected, you are the most suitable person for this code name. .”

The strong men with guns who surrounded the glass house respectfully moved out of the way, and a young man wearing a dark mask slowly walked over.

He looked at the red-haired young man who was trying to support his body, as if he suddenly thought of something, and said with some distress:

"Hey, your performance was so wonderful that I even forgot...the member responsible for poisoning your mother has now arrived at your mother's office.

Really, how could I forget this? It was too late to make a call now. In order to avoid exposing his traces, Slok never answered the phone at the mission location. "

The masked young man looked at the red-haired young man's eyes, reached out and took off his mask, revealing a handsome face with clear outlines.

He took out his mobile phone from the box held by a man in black behind him, opened it to the email draft box interface, and handed it to the other party.

"However, although she won't answer the phone, she will still check the urgent emails from her superiors. The contents of the emails have been written in advance, and you only need to press the send button.

However, it must be within three minutes! "

The atmosphere became oppressive and silent again, and the experimental subjects, whose existence was ignored, listened quietly to the masked young man's unilateral output to the red-haired young man.

Looking at the red-haired young man who opened the door and rescued them, he put down the tool he was holding in his left hand and took the mobile phone handed over by the handsome young man who took off his mask.

After three minutes,

A violent burst of gunfire echoed throughout the room. F1452 watched many people around her fall to the ground after the gunfire, stopped breathing, and blood dripped all over the floor, some even flowing to her feet.

Next, it will be her turn.

The handsome young man laughed heartily. He looked at the red-haired young man in front of him who pressed the email confirmation button and threw away his phone. He stretched out his right hand:

"Welcome to be a member of Crow. I am Champagne and I am affiliated with BOSS. As a colleague, I would like to ask for your advice in the future, Whiskey.

As for the experimental subjects who threatened and insulted you before, I will help you deal with them first. "

The red-haired young man known as Whiskey raised his eyelids, raised his left hand slightly and touched the fingertips of Champagne. Then he pointed his finger back at F1542 and spoke for the first time since entering the room:

"Save her, I will take her alive."

Champagne looked at F1542, who still looked numb and quiet despite the blood on his face. He nodded casually and ordered the men behind him:

"Okay, except for this, there is no need to keep the rest alive.

You, send this little girl to the infirmary and tell the doctor to find a way to keep her alive. "

Then, there was another burst of fierce gunfire, and all the experimental subjects brought to this glass room, except for F1542, who was named and left behind, all rushed to hell together.

F1542, who was carried out of the glass room by a man in black, had Whiskey's face deeply engraved in her soul. She couldn't stop until she was sent to the infirmary, put on clean clothes, and lay on a comfortable and soft medical bed. Convinced, she secretly reached under the quilt and pinched herself hard.

The pain that was so familiar to her in the past put a smile on her face for the first time.

That day, F1542, who was waiting for death, met the god who saved her.

Two years later, Yamazaki Whiskey was born.

Later, Yamazaki Whiskey finally plucked up the courage to ask his boss after completing a task:

"Why did you want to keep me alive in the first place and why did you choose to keep me?"

After hearing this question, Whiskey showed a trace of nostalgia in his eyes. Then he looked into Yamazaki's eyes and told her straightforwardly:

"Because, I seemed to see the shadow of my brother in you. You were obviously waiting for death in despair, but there was still a little firefly-sized desire to survive flickering in your eyes.

At that time, I was actually thinking: I can't save my brother, but I can save you.

In this way, I can pretend that I saved the younger brother who was helpless and could only look at the tombstone when he came back.

It sounds like a bit of self-deception. "

After hearing Whiskey's answer, Yamazaki Whiskey thought she would feel jealous, but looking at Whiskey's eyes that had completely lost their light in front of her, she felt deep regret in her heart.

As someone who has witnessed the birth of whiskey, Yamazaki Whiskey will always be remembered.

On that day, she met the god who changed her life and destiny, but she also saw a young man with a police mother give up on his bright past, and was given black wings by a crow in the darkness.

The second time she saw Whiskey.

She clearly looked at the eyes of Whiskey who was being carried onto the plane, and there was only indifference that had lost all emotion.

Yamazaki Whiskey still remembers Belmode’s cold words.

“Because the organization needed a mechanical genius to head the equipment department, Whiskey with outstanding talent and ability was born.

This code name had been prepared by that gentleman long before Whiskey was arrested and organized. "

so-

A god who lit up the light of life in the hearts of others was deprived of the last bit of light in his own heart by others.

How ironic!