Rocot: Reborn

"What does that bastard Rocode want to do to Ling'er?!" Renault slammed his fist on the table, causing the alloy surface to dent.

"Calm down, Renault." The voice on the other end of the communicator remained calm. "We are just speculating now..."

"Speculations!" Renault interrupted him rudely, "You know what kind of person that guy is! He is ruthless and will do anything to achieve his goal. If he really wants to do something to Ling'er..."

Renault suddenly paused, a terrible thought exploded in his mind, he looked at Ling'er suddenly, his voice trembling: "Ling'er, have you been feeling unwell recently?"

Ling'er was stunned for a moment, obviously not understanding why Renault was so nervous. She shook her head: "No, what's wrong?"

Renault didn't answer, but stared at the communicator as if he wanted to stare a hole in it: "Tell me, what does that guy Rocot want to do?"

"According to the intelligence we intercepted, Roccod has been secretly searching for a special energy body recently..." The voice on the other end of the communicator lowered a few notes, "This energy body is extremely rare, and only a very small number of people..."

"Stop keeping me in suspense!" Renault yelled angrily, "Just say what you want to say!"

There was silence on the other end of the communicator for a second, as if the person was choosing his words carefully: "Only a very small number of people with special abilities have this energy body. This energy body can be used to..."

"What is it used for?" Renault's heart skipped a beat and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

"It can be used to strengthen and transform the human body, and even..." The voice on the other end of the communicator became lower and lower, and finally became almost a whisper, "It can even be used to break the limit of human lifespan..."

Renault was struck by lightning, his mind went blank, and only the words "Break the limit of human lifespan" echoed in his ears. He turned his head sharply to look at Ling'er, as if he was meeting her for the first time, his eyes full of fear and disbelief.

"No... this is impossible..." Renault muttered to himself, his voice dry and hoarse, like a dead leaf that had lost its moisture.

"Renault, I know this is hard to accept..." The voice on the other end of the communicator was full of sympathy, "but the fact is..."

"Shut up!" Renault roared suddenly. He turned off the communicator and the room fell into silence.

Ling'er looked at Renault timidly. She had never seen Renault behave so out of control, which made her feel uneasy and scared.

"Brother Renault..." Ling'er called softly, wanting to say something but not knowing where to start.

Renault ignored Ling'er. He just sat in the chair blankly, looking ahead with empty eyes, as if the whole world was moving away from him.

"Lockold..." Renault spat out the name with gritted teeth, the hatred in his eyes almost turning into reality, "You will never succeed..."

Rocot stood alone in the empty room, looking through the window at the bustling city in the distance. His eyes were hollow and deep, as if he could see into the abyss of people's hearts.

"Heh, it seems they are really obsessed with that thing." A hoarse voice sounded from behind Locot. He didn't even turn his head, but just said lightly, "It's time for this world to change."

Rocot turned around and looked at the tall black figure in front of him. His face was expressionless, but the murderous intent in his eyes was not concealed. This was his ally, and also the partner he was about to betray.

"They won't give up," Rocot's voice was cold and indifferent, "especially when they think that thing is still here."

"So, we have to give them a 'surprise'." He smiled coldly, with a cunning light in his eyes.

"But there is another problem." The shadow said, "They have begun to doubt you, and the next plan may be hindered because of this."

Rokod was silent for a moment, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes: "It's time to take the next step. Let the man named Renault come to me and tell him that I am willing to meet him - after all, there is a 'special relationship' between him and me that is unknown to the public."

"And that thing..." He paused, a strange excitement in his voice, "is just as they dreamed of, it is genuine...but the price they have to pay for it will surely make them happy and painful."

The black shadow nodded slightly, then turned into a shadow and disappeared in the room.

Rocot stood silently in front of the window, with a smug smile on his face. In this world, everyone can be a chess piece or an obstacle. And he, Rocot, will be the ultimate winner of this game.

"Hello, Renault, it's me." The voice on the other end of the communicator sounded hoarse and low, as if it came from the abyss of hell, making people shudder.

"Lokold! You..." Renault jumped up from his chair, his eyes bloodshot, and he spat out the name with gritted teeth, as if he wanted to crush the communicator.

"What, you don't want to pretend anymore? Who are you showing your grief to?" Roccod's voice was full of sarcasm, "If I die, you should be very happy, right?"

"What do you want?" Renault suppressed the anger in his heart. He knew that now was not the time to confront Rocot.

"I want to see you, alone. Come to the abandoned factory in the northern suburbs. You know the place." After saying this, Roccod hung up the communicator.

"Damn it!" Renault slammed the communicator on the table, his eyes full of struggle. He knew that Roccod's meeting with him was definitely not a good thing, but he had to go because Ling'er...

"Brother Renault, what's wrong with you?" Ling'er asked timidly. She had never seen Renault so out of control.

Renault took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He gently stroked Ling'er's hair and said softly, "Ling'er, I have something to go out for. You stay here and don't go anywhere, okay?"

"But..." Ling'er wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Renault.

"No buts, just listen to me." Renault's eyes were firm and unquestionable.

Although Ling'er felt uneasy, she nodded obediently. She knew that Brother Reno must have something important to do.

Renault turned and left, his back looking particularly desolate and lonely, as if he was about to face a life-or-death decision.

The abandoned factory in the northern suburbs, once the industrial heart of the city, has now become a desolate and dilapidated place. The rusty steel skeleton looks like a sleeping beast in the night, exuding a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

Renault walked into the factory alone. In the dim light, he seemed to be able to smell a strong smell of blood in the air, which was nauseating.

"You're here." Rocot's voice came from deep within the factory, with a hint of strange excitement.

Renault looked in the direction of the voice and saw Rocot leaning against a shabby chair with a sickly pale face. However, his deep eyes flashed with a creepy cold light.

"What do you want to do?" Renault asked coldly. He clenched his fists, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

"Don't be nervous, my friend." Roccod stood up and slowly walked to Renault. A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "I'm here to make a deal with you."

"Deal?" Renault frowned. He didn't believe that Rocot would be so kind.

"That's right, a deal that's beneficial to both you and me." Rocot said, taking out an exquisite metal box from his pocket and slowly opening it. Inside the box lay a potion that was glowing with a faint blue light.

"What is this?" Renault's heart trembled. He felt that this potion contained powerful energy fluctuations.

"What you want." Roccod's voice was low and seductive. "It can give you unprecedented power, and even..." He paused, staring at Renault with burning eyes, "It can even allow you to break through the limits of human beings."

Renault's pupils shrank suddenly. He knew what Rocot was referring to. In this era where technology and magic coexist, humans have always dreamed of breaking through their own shackles and gaining greater power and a longer life. The potion in Rocot's hand seemed to hold the key to this ultimate dream.

"What exactly do you want me to do?" Renault forced himself to calm down. He knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch. Since Rocot offered such tempting conditions, he must have some ulterior motive.

"It's very simple," Roccod said with a sinister smile, "I want you to help me kill someone."

"Who?"

"Ling'er."