Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

The unnamed mind is strangely awake, in a state where he cannot control his body, but has a certain perception of his surroundings.

He couldn't open his eyes, but he could vaguely feel someone hugging him, and there were a few voices whispering around him.

Compared with a coma, his current state is more like a half-dream and half-awakening, and his brain is completely unable to analyze what is happening around him normally, or manipulate his body to respond appropriately.

After a while of bumps, the tip of the nose was mixed with an awkward smell of leather products on the seat, and there was an unspeakably gentle sound of the door closing, which should be the interior of the vehicle now.

The back of his neck was directly attached to the cold seat, but he still couldn't wake up in the slightest.There are guards on the left and right.The owner of that metal arm was sitting on his right. The non-skin hard touch was especially obvious in the not-so-spacious car.

After bracing himself for a while, Anonymous decided that even if he continued to freeze, there was no way to get any beneficial information, so he let himself sink into the darkness.

This time I completely miscalculated, I didn't expect the possibility that Annie was the bait, so I chased after her alone, probably causing trouble to Wade and the others.

Should be more careful next time.Unnamed knew he was out of the game of infinite chance, but in an emergency, the inevitable instinct would still push him to take risks.

In the future, you should think about Wade's thoughts. Reckless actions have no meaning other than dragging down your teammates.

On the other side, the Hydra base.

"No, brother is going to chase sweetheart." After waiting for three or four minutes, Deadpool finally couldn't bear the premonition that he was up and down in his heart, and he learned to turn over the experimental table in exactly the same posture as the unnamed one. , But this time the bullet of the opposite agent finally has eyes.

Deadpool narrowly dodged bullets, and also rolled out of the glass wall.He didn't want to get hurt at all, because that would delay him from finding Unknown.Deadpool completely ignored the captain's stop behind him, and chased after him in the direction he remembered leaving unnamed.

There is no one in the corridor.Deadpool pulled out his warrior/knife and walked forward quickly.Untitled definitely hasn't gone far.

There was a sound of rifle/gun fire in the distance, which was extremely short, and ended almost as soon as it started.This is followed by a few hasty shots of hands/guns.

If it is not an emergency, Anonymous will never give up his rifle/gun and use a thermal weapon with less lethality and limited range.Hearing no other movement, Deadpool's ominous premonition grew stronger, and he couldn't help but put down his nickname, and called out his name instead: "Unregistered?"

no respond.

Deadpool quickened his pace, his hands holding the warrior/sword/knife became more tense.Behind them, the Avengers finally speeded up, dealt with the group of miscellaneous soldiers, and followed.

There are two branches in front of it, and there is a large pool of blood on the ground, slowly spreading.This has definitely exceeded the amount of bleeding that humans can survive, and Deadpool stopped stiffly in front of the blood.

If someone had told him a few weeks ago that Deadpool would one day be afraid to look up at a corpse, Wade Wilson would have turned that person into a corpse himself.But now the impossible fear had gripped his heart.

"It's not him," the captain confirmed before Deadpool dared to raise his eyes.It was a woman in business attire who had been shot several times in the chest, and the blood was still oozing out.An unmarked rifle/gun lay in a pool of blood.Take a step back and you will find another pool of blood in the opposite corner.

It is not known whether it was left by the unnamed or another attacker.

Following the traces of tiny blood drops, everyone came all the way to a certain wall in the corridor.Only now did they notice that the wall was constructed in pieces, each section was about one meter wide.The blood drop disappeared in front of the wall.

This is obviously a secret passage, and the designer was ingenious in disguising the wall so that it is no different from ordinary walls, and it is impossible to see where the mechanism is.

Deadpool directly took homemade/explosives from a certain pocket and stuck it on the wall.

"Dodge!" Seeing the disc-shaped bomb/bomb activated, the captain once again realized how crazy Deadpool can be.Relying on his extraordinary reflexes, he pulled Deadpool past him, and the two retreated to the fork in the road together.With a loud bang, a heat wave hit our faces.

Coughing, the Avenger followed Deadpool, and the group ran up the stairs of the secret passage.Wade Wilson could hear the many echoes of footsteps in the empty stairwell.He noticed very early on Unnamed's unusual sensitivity to footsteps.

If Unregistered is next to him, he will never let go of the gun in his hand at this time, and then brother can stand behind him and block the enemy for him.

Brother wants to get him back.

Outside was the street in front of the bank. When people heard the sound of explosions, they had already moved away in panic, and an open space was immediately vacated for them.

The parking spaces on the street are already empty, and there is no sign of the unnamed person when looking around.

Brother seems to have lost you.Deadpool squatted down and picked up the crushed communicator on the ground.But I have to lose their heads too.

Unknown felt that he had a very long dream in a daze, and it was a beautiful dream.

In fact, he didn't remember what was in the dream, but when he woke up, the reality he found must be a million times worse than the dream.There is no harm without comparison, and now Unnamed feels that he has been hurt by a critical blow.

The lighting was harsh, a cold blue-and-white light, not the warm light of the bedroom he had grown accustomed to.

The tip of the nose smelled of disinfectant and metal. It should be a very clean environment, but it was disgusting.

The urge to vomit probably has something to do with the slightly over-tightened restraint around the neck, compressing the esophagus.The trouser leg of the right leg is sticking to the calf awkwardly. After the blood stains from the last time have dried up, the whole piece of fabric is rougher and stiffer than other parts.

Unknown cannot lower his head, and the movement of his head is restricted by restraints.He tried to pull his arms, but his wrists were bound by metal ring shackles, which were fixed on both sides, as were his feet, and he couldn't break free at all.

"He's awake."

"He's awake—Dr. Zola, the backup is awake."

There are strange men and women talking around, and the footsteps are chaotic.What about your own hand/gun?Unknown curled up his fingers, feeling very uneasy about his defenseless and unarmed posture.

"I said, we will meet again." The familiar electronic voice was shrill and harsh.

Unknown opened his eyes, and after adapting to the environment similar to the operating room, he could clearly see a few researchers busy around him, his forearm was filled with various injection and testing needles, connected to the equipment beside the hospital bed. superior.

These researchers seem to be adjusting the index of the instrument, and pull/pull/take out those needles from the anonymous hand, each time causing a little pain.

Anonymous was forced to lie flat on the hospital bed, facing a computer mainframe, and it turned out to be Dr. Zola on the screen.He looked away from the screen and began to observe his situation.

Dr. Zola, obviously displeased with the unnamed indifference, raised his voice.

"I'm so rude," he said awkwardly. "I forgot to introduce myself. I am Dr. Anim Zola, a subordinate of the great leader, Lord Red Skull."

um, so what?Unable to beat others, Unknown chose to encourage him to continue talking with his eyes, and wrote down a bloody revenge for him in a small notebook.

"Your mission is to serve as the container of Lord Red Skull. Our great leader will use your appearance to walk in the world. This is your glory."

"Really?" Unnamed narrowed his eyes, "Then what should I do to 'win' this honor?" He bit out the accent on the word "win" and said sarcastically.

"As long as you cooperate, the painful process won't be too long," Zola tried to continue his brainwashing career. "A world without disputes is what we yearn for. In the future controlled by Hydra, there will be no blood and meaningless things." War, everlasting peace is at hand."

Unnamed likes to live in peace, but he doesn't really care much about whether the world is peaceful. He was born in the flames of war, and he has long been accustomed to the sense of crisis that comes and goes in the smoke.The indifference to other people in the world probably stems from insufficient awareness.

It's a pity that Zola, who is sufficiently enlightened, is like a lunatic. As an example, he can't arouse Anonymous' desire to improve his own realm.

"I quite like the current world," the anonymous reply said, "It would be too troublesome to change."

Zola also probably realizes that only talking to him can't change Anonymous' thoughts. This ignorant man who has power but no matching consciousness obviously can't understand Lord Red Skull's great ideals.

He answered the unnamed refusal simply and neatly by undoing the shackles.

As soon as the steel shackles were released, Anonymous immediately sat up, elbowed the researcher closest to him, and strangled his neck severely.As he stood up, he increased the strength in his hands, staring at Dr. Zola's screen in a demonstrative manner.

"If you're going to threaten me with the life of a researcher—"

"No, Dr. Zola, I just wanted to kill him," Unnamed raised his eyebrows, "He hurt me just now." As Unnamed pressed harder and harder, the pinholes in his hand began to ooze blood, along the way Winding down with arms.

Zola didn't speak, but the green light spots on the screen formed a distorted smile. Unknown suddenly felt severe pain starting from his left arm and rapidly spreading to his whole body.

The researcher's struggle also began to intensify: he seemed to see the hope of breaking free.

However, before the muscles of the whole body were paralyzed, Unnamed accurately twisted his neck with his still moving right hand.

Unnamed also knelt on the ground almost the moment the corpse fell to the ground. He tremblingly stretched out his hand to touch the source of the pain on his left arm. The tentacle was a cold metal ring, in the middle of which he could see through the glass what half Transparent red liquid.

Someone came and dragged the researcher's body down, Unnamed was in a daze, and fell to the ground, curled up in a ball, trembling uncontrollably, his fisted knuckles were already white.

"Idiot!" Zola was still calmly staring at Anonymous, but when the countdown passed for one minute, he began to scold the researcher angrily, "Tell you to inject one milliliter! How much did you inject?"

Unknown slowly stopped trembling, as if he had completely lost consciousness, and his fists relaxed.

"One...one past five..." The researcher was so frightened that he couldn't hold the controller steady, "But he...he killed—"

"This is Lord Red Skull's body," Dr. Zola said in a very cold tone. "It has nothing to do with you who he killed. You can't even complete such a simple order. Maybe you should help the 'soldier' ​​unfreeze next time."

"No, no, I will never do it again, please—"

Everyone knows that when the "soldier" just woke up, he didn't know anyone, so it was perfectly normal to kill a few researchers.He must never be one of the corpses there.

Before Zola could give an order, she heard an extremely hoarse voice that was much weaker than usual and asked:

"Who is the soldier?"

If the machine can have such a form of expression, Zola's host should freeze for ten seconds now as a show of respect.Unnamed slowly got up from the ground, changing from curled up to sitting cross-legged.Apparently the injection in the armband did him no permanent damage.

"It's incredible," Dr. Zola murmured, "it's incredible."

The function of the red injection is purely to bring overloaded pain to the human body, so as to prevent the unnamed from making radical actions.Judging from the performance of previous experimental subjects, almost [-] milliliters can subdue an adult man, and more than [-] milliliters will cause shock.

Anonymous suffered [-] milliliters and was able to get up from the ground within a few minutes. It is indeed the host body chosen by Lord Red Skull.

"Who is the soldier?" Thinking that Zola hadn't heard clearly, he repeated his question again anonymously.He vaguely remembered that the man who kidnapped him was called a soldier.

If the soldiers are not the way they call each other within Hydra, it should be the same person.Unnamed thought of that man's steel left arm, and thought of it with interest.

He hasn't fully recovered from the pain, and it's a little difficult for him to have a normal conversation, but this doesn't prevent him from asking what he wants to ask.

"Soldiers are assets of the organization," Zola declined to give further information.

Boss, who didn't sound like a living person, immediately thought of a robot in Anonymous' mind - he immediately rejected this rambling fantasy.It is an indisputable fact that I made a hole in the opponent's calf with my hand/gun.

"You'll see the assets soon, soon," Zola assured.

The researcher came forward tremblingly, helped Anonymous back to the hospital bed, and ran away as soon as he achieved his goal, fearing that he would follow in the footsteps of his predecessors and have his neck broken.

Unnamed leaned back on the pillow of the hospital bed, not caring that his fragile neck was exposed to the eyes of the enemy.With his hands folded on his stomach, he just closed his eyes and meditated in front of Zora.It was the first time for those present to see such a captive with such a big heart, and their faces were a little colorful.

Zola said soon, and it was soon.An hour or two after Anonymous enjoyed his private time, a researcher came in—this time accompanied by armed men—and gave him an injection.

It still hurts when the medicine takes effect, but it is obviously different from the ingredients contained in the left armband.The pain lasted longer, but Unnamed obviously felt more awake, and this potion obviously had the effect of restoring physical strength.At Zora's request, he was escorted out of the room.

Maybe he didn't think it was possible for him to escape, and the escorts didn't blindfold him.Most of the people passing by them on the left side of the corridor cast vague, bewildered, fanatical, or fearful glances at Anonymous.

"Where are we going?" Anonymous asked the lead agent with a smile.

Unsurprisingly there was no response.

In fact, they don’t need to go into details. It didn’t take long before they saw a cold light of metal a little far away, and they were finally able to take a closer look at this “soldier”.He didn't wear a mask this time. If one ignores the combat uniform on his body and the weapons hidden everywhere, his whole face can be said to be extremely harmless.

Looking down, Unnamed saw his injured right calf, which had already been bandaged. From his standing posture, it didn't look very serious, it might just be a scratch.

"Hi, I'm Unknown." Even Unknown himself didn't know that when he saw the Winter Soldier, his ice blue eyes suddenly lit up, and that kind of sincere joy startled his escorts, so much so that they He didn't have time to stop Unregistered from approaching him privately.

Unexpectedly, the "soldiers" who had been invaded did not attack immediately.

"The Winter Soldier," he replied dryly.

Come and see the wonders of the world, this man was not shot in the head by the Winter Soldier.Because of the Winter Soldier, the agents around did not dare to get too close, so they could only watch from two steps away.

Unnamed is observing the Winter Soldier, who really doesn't look like a human being - it's not that there is anything wrong with his top-notch appearance, the cold mechanical feeling is really obvious on the Winter Soldier.If he had wrapped himself up so that only one metal arm was exposed, some people might think he was a robot.

Emotionless, thoughtless, a killing machine that just waits for orders to be given and then applies its fighting instincts.Just like waiting for the game to start, and then picking up a gun to kill himself, Unknown actually felt that he was facing an enemy in the game.

The two killing embryos saw each other right in an instant.

In a peaceful world, can a killing machine like the Winter Soldier be cultivated?

The other party should have a past that he doesn't want to recall, Anonymous thinks so.Despite seeing similarities to himself in the Winter Soldier, he doesn't hold back.To respect the enemy is to respect one's own life, Anonymous has not yet fallen to the ground and sings the hobby of conquering.

And the Winter Soldier obviously doesn't need to show mercy.

"Soldier, Dr. Zola wants you to fight Unknown," the lead agent ordered.

I checked his eyes, he is someone who really wants to fight.Anonymous shrugged and followed the Winter Soldier into the training room.The overall structure of the training room was no different from the one in S.H.I.E.L.D., Unnamed gradually got used to this pre-war training place.

This time the enemy is much tougher than Rumlow, and he doesn't even have a weapon.

Unnamed closed his eyes tightly and then opened them again. It seemed that his eyesight had a little problem just now, and double images appeared when he saw things.He resisted the urge to reach out and rub his eyes.

No one would give the signal for the countdown to start, and from the moment the two of them stepped into the training room, they were completely on alert.The Winter Soldier directly pulled out the knife from his waist, and took two steps back cautiously. It was like picking up a machete on the opposite side after landing. Although it was not a fatal advantage, he now had no "evacuation" option.

The shadow of something in the corner of his eye gave him a headache.Unnamed grabbed the Winter Soldier's knife-wielding wrist, raised his knee and hit the opponent's abdomen, and then felt a sharp pain in the shoulder that had been punched by the steel arm.

This is really hurting each other.Really bald.

The real bald Red Skull, who didn't know what Anonymous was thinking, stood outside the one-way glass in the training room, staring closely at the two people coming and going.It can be seen that although Unknown is not as powerful as the Winter Soldier, his fighting style is crisp and neat, and he will never lose to any of the agents present.

He suddenly found that in the training room, the unnamed movements began to be less coherent, completely inconsistent with his previous movements, as if he was calculating something, and even took a punch from the Winter Soldier. .Red Skull narrowed his eyes, ready to see what his host body was planning.

At the same time, the unnamed rolled over on the spot, but seemed to be panicked, kicked empty, and put his hands behind his back in a daze.

In the eyes of bystanders, it is he who has lost his footing.The next time the Winter Soldier swung his knife, Anonymous turned sideways, exposing his defenseless left arm to the trajectory of the dagger, and at the cost of this, his whole weight rushed towards the Winter Soldier.

The two fell hard to the ground, the Winter Soldier's dagger an inch from Unmarked's arm.

"Soldier, stop!" The Red Skull stopped him suddenly, and the Winter Soldier froze. Unnamed took the opportunity to snatch the sharp weapon and was about to wipe his neck.

Everything happened too fast, and at the critical moment, Zola only had time to press the button controlling the injection of the potion, forcing Anonymous to drop the dagger.

He didn't understand why Lord Red Skull suddenly gave the order, and he could only keep the people in the training room motionless in embarrassment. , kneeling on one knee, the dagger rolled down at his feet.

"He's smart." Red Skull grinned.

Zola used her computerized brain to replay and analyze the unnamed actions over and over again, only to realize that the point where the Winter Soldier's dagger landed was the unnamed armband. Bone scars can be seen, but the arm ring will be cut off by a single blow.

He didn't know if the AI ​​was capable of breaking a cold sweat, but everyone else in the room shivered.

It is both a genius and a lunatic who can come up with such a way to get out of control.

The door of the training room opened, and the Winter Soldier retreated silently, being taken away by the agents.Unnamed stared at his back, and touched the armband on his left arm regretfully.

"Thank you." The words of thanks were hidden between heavy gasps, but he knew the Winter Soldier could hear them.No one knows why he thanked the Winter Soldier, but Anonymous has a smile on his face, and he naturally has a B number in his heart.

Someone stopped right in front of him, blocking his view of the Winter Soldier.

"You didn't try to threaten us to let you go with the asset's life." It was a person wearing a black suit, whose entire head was scarlet, and completely lost its human characteristics.Anonymous recognized this voice, this is the one who ordered the Winter Soldier to stop.

Contacting the Lord Red Skull that Dr. Zola talks about every day, it is not difficult to deduce that this is the supreme leader of the Hydra organization.

Anonymous's first impression is: Mom, skeletons can talk.

The second feeling is: the name of this leader is really a thief image.

"If the person being threatened is me, I will kill the person who threatened me first. As for the friendly army, it will be up to fate." Still decided to give the Red Skull some face, the unnamed said as a matter of course.

This is indeed the case in the game. If someone holds a gun to the head of a teammate, Anonymous will of course choose to kill the enemy first, and then see if the teammate can still be saved.This is the most obvious rule in the game.

Red Skull seems to distort the meaning of unregistered.He smiled sinisterly, turned around and walked slowly, taking away a large group of Hydra agents by the way.

It's a pity, Red Skull thought, if he wasn't the most ideal host, this kind of talent should serve Hydra.

He got into a fight with the Winter Soldier and nearly shot him in the head, but there was really nothing Zora could do except inject him with potions.Lord Red Skull appreciates the fighting power of Unknown, and seems to be very satisfied with this host.

Of course, Dr. Zola must be careful not to leave an unnamed person permanently disabled at this juncture.Of course, he only cared about his health, and wished he could have a nervous breakdown.

"You should watch this." Zola signaled the researcher to hand over the tablet, and showed the news being broadcast to Anonymous. "See what the world you want to 'protect' looks like."

Unnamed doesn't really want to protect the world at all, but he's given up on convincing Zora about the fact that he and the captain are simply teaming up on the mission.He took the tablet without hesitation.

Ten seconds later.

"? They demolished the house where Captain America lived?"

On the screen was the apartment that the unnamed had lived in for several days. The whole building had been turned into ruins, cut off from the middle, and it was obvious that it could no longer be inhabited.

Looking at the unnamed sincere bewildered expression, Dr. Zola felt the powerlessness of punching cotton for the first time: Is this the point?

"No... it's the little mutant downstairs who awakened his ability." Dr. Zola pointed out.

Triss is a mutant?Unnamed had an ominous premonition in his heart, pressed his temples, and looked down with vigor.

[Mutants destroy residential buildings in downtown New York, killing and injuring over a hundred], [Mutants must take responsibility], [Whether mutants are another means of terrorist attacks].

A string of news headlines heralds a long anti-mutant manifesto.Even more radical newspapers enlarged the photo of Triss, who was only seven or eight years old, and placed it next to the headline, accusing her of being a "demon that killed her parents."

Some netizens commented that they sympathized with Triss' loss of her parents, but they were quickly suppressed by remarks such as "she killed her parents, she is inhumane" and "mutants are dangerous elements".

No one mentioned that the little girl knelt beside the ruins and cried loudly. When she was forcibly taken away, she grabbed the broken walls of the ruins and bled her palms.

This should chill Anonymous, right?Dr. Zola has a winning chance.The relationship between Unknown and the little girl is quite good, and it can be seen that he really cares about her.Now that her family has encountered such an accident, the public opinion that should have protected her has all turned to the anti-mutant side, pushing an innocent child to the forefront.

If it were anyone here, even if Zola would not immediately turn him against him, he might have to show some hesitation and struggle.

"I'm not a mutant." Anonymous just stared at Zola with a puzzled look, as if asking what all this had to do with him.The opposite is the mutant, but he is not named.If there was any connection at all, it was because his house was bombed.

This is very embarrassing.

This is really the first time that Dr. Zola has seen such a recalcitrant person. If he could express his inner suffering with actions, he would probably shake Anonymous's shoulder desperately and ask him why he is so ruthless.

What about the hero?Heroes are like this, huh?

He couldn't see that the unnamed ice blue eyes narrowed slightly, and his left hand hidden under the thin quilt was tightly clenched.

How angry, even more angry than meeting a devious fairy.Anonymous thought with a smile.

Meanwhile, Avengers Tower.

Tony Stark and Dr. Banner rushed back from the academic summit together when they heard the news that Anonymous had been hijacked.When stepping into the building, it is almost unrecognizable that it was a bright and clean lobby just a few hours ago.

Deadpool seemed to have brought all his gun stocks, and he didn't know where he hid a small army of ammunition alone.Now they have to be careful when walking, for fear that they will step on the bombs scattered on the ground.

Falcon and Hawkeye squatted side by side on the beam very wittily, one maintained the bow and arrow, the other watched him maintain the bow and arrow, and Natasha sat on the bar counter disassembling her own pistol/gun.The captain sat on the only sofa that hadn't been occupied by the gun, his battle uniform had not been cleaned, the shield was in his hand, and his face was solemn.

"No, no, no, brother said no," Deadpool jumped back and forth among the explosions/explosions/things, "I want to make those reptiles into snake soup! I can't wait any longer, I can't wait any longer! "

"We can understand your mood," the captain still frowned, trying his best to calm Deadpool, "but we still have no way to locate the unnamed location, first we have to make a plan—"

"Brother can't wait, and I can't wait for Unnamed."

"Hey!" There was a knocking sound outside the window, and a friendly greeting.The Avengers all turned their heads and saw Spider-Man hanging upside down outside the window, waving awkwardly and saying hello, "I heard you are looking for someone?"

New York, Hydra Base.

This is the fourth injection.

"It will be a supreme honor," Dr. Zola watched the researcher push another tube of injection into an unnamed vein, his eyes filled with enthusiasm, "Our great leader will use your body to resurrect, and the nine-headed The order of the Serpent descended upon this world."

Unnamed didn't hear what he was talking about, I don't know how many times I have heard arguments like glory and glory in the past 24 hours.He counted every second, and maybe it made the time feel especially long to him.

Long is a good thing, which means that Wade has more time to search for himself.

"Wait, does this drug have any side effects?" Dr. Zola, whose name was unknown, asked, "Having hallucinations or something?"

"No," Zola felt that her professional standards were being questioned, "If you see hallucinations, it's completely out of your mind."

Anonymous, whose brain is weak, chose to remain silent.

The researcher leaves, and Dr. Zola's screen returns to its original Hydra logo.Of course, Unknown cannot be so naive as to think that his every move is not under surveillance.

He suppressed the burning pain in his blood, and showed a provocative smile to the monitor in the corner of the room. If he couldn't beat him, isn't he allowed to fall to the ground and open his mouth?

In less than 24 hours, the next round of games will start.Anonymous sneered secretly, when your leader finds out, this backup body will have to run poison once every three days, I'm afraid it will beat your heads off.

Enough of random thinking, Unnamed can't come up with any other way to pass the time.It would be different if Deadpool was here, that mouth would not want to stop for a second.

Wade, Wade, Wade.Wade Wilson, you better come quickly.

Unnamed let go of his clenched fists, leaned wearily on the cushion, and silently called Deadpool's name in his heart.He closed his eyes and let the other four senses occupy his body and mind, preventing himself from continuing to think, the coldness of the cloth behind his back that had not yet absorbed the body temperature, the rough surface of the handcuffs on his wrists, the pain spreading from the pinholes in his arms to his whole body.

Pain, focus on the pain.

He bit his lip until he tasted the smell of blood, carefully holding the taste of rust on the tip of his tongue over and over again, and then swallowed.

Unnamed suddenly remembered something, raised his hand, as if to block the glare of the light, fixed his eyes on his left hand, and looked at his palm.

On the other end of the surveillance, no one could see what he was doing, but felt that this movement was a little weird, as if he was holding something in his hand and carefully observing the light.

Unnamed stared at the looming canned object in his hand, and reconfirmed that, except for himself, to everyone else, this was a lump of air.Just now in the training room, that unnecessary rolling action was to pick up this little thing on the ground.

If someone is from Jedi Island, it's instantly recognizable as a smoke/mist/bomb.

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