mirror age

"Captain Gamil, he's in a very bad condition right now. We can't be sure about the outcome of the operation."

The dead man's plan went smoothly. The president was killed by Cyril of the military and several other undercover agents. Cyril became the acting president and took the power into his hands. The turmoil in some areas was quickly disguised as the captain of the high-level life support party. Use force to suppress.

There was no rebellion on Jamil's side, and there were not many things to deal with. After the handover, he came back for surgery.

However, Xia Zhisen's rebellion has not been suppressed for a long time, and it has been delayed for a long time. Seeing that the man is dying, Ryan decided to take him back forcibly regardless of the situation in the area.

"Can he survive?" The man's voice trembled unconsciously.

The nurse felt that this did not seem like the words of the captain who was always calm.

"We tried our best. Now his postoperative condition is still unstable, or in other words, his condition is very dangerous. When he came back, part of his brain tissue was damaged, and the surgical adhesion is not good." The woman paused, and when she spoke, she almost Don't dare look into the man's eyes. "Captain, you still have to be mentally prepared."

For more than ten days after the operation, the medical team hardly dared to take a break, monitoring Xia Zhisen's physical condition at all times, and immediately threw himself into the rescue as soon as he showed signs of exhaustion.

Jamil also stayed in the hospital for more than ten days, and fell asleep on the bench for a while when he was so sleepy.As soon as the medical team rushed into the critical ward, he woke up with a start, watching Komori being pushed into the operating room with red eyes until he was pushed out of the operating room.

He was almost holding on to try not to sleep, he was very afraid that if he closed his eyes, when he opened them again, he would no longer be able to see that person.

Xia Zhisen's condition finally stabilized, and he was transferred to the general ward. His life was fine, but he couldn't walk anymore.

Cyril returned to the headquarters. He only knew about his father's death now. Ryan was still very worried, but with his mother comforting him, it shouldn't be a big problem. He still has important matters to find Simon.

"Where should the clones go in the future?" the youth team leader asked his long-time partner.

"Of course it is for everyone to be treated equally, equal to everyone else. All transplants and illegal trade are prohibited."

"Then what about when our group dies? Who will safeguard the rights and interests of the clones?"

Facing Ryan's question, Simon didn't speak. His face was a little pale because he hadn't fully recovered, and a thick layer of sweat broke out on his forehead because of his weakness.

"Clones don't dare to exist. As long as they exist, there will be no fairness at all, and some people will think of conspiracy."

"Once our group of people is gone, the evil trend will rise again, and the situation will intensify, and everything will return to the situation before our revolution." Cyril lowered his head, "I know this. The only way is to ban human cloning. But The problem is the same, when we are dead and the trend has not formed for a short time, someone will start cloning people again."

"So we have to legislate to ban and destroy the method of killing human beings. Perhaps more importantly, there must be one of our people who has been using robots to kill themselves and stare at the world until those who can clone people die of old age, Until the trend is formed, then destroy the robot..."

Simon looked up at Ryan: "I see. Which captain do you want to go to?"

"The captain of the operation team sacrificed some before, and now the rest have also worked for the organization for so long, I want to place them everywhere.

Those who are willing will take up an important position, and those who want to rest, I will arrange a idle position.Let them do this again, it's too embarrassing for them. "

"So, one of me and you." Simon smiled, his eyes were always shining, "Then it's me."

He smiled with dimples, as if he was still the cute and sunny look when he was a child, and has not changed: "You have family members, let's grow old with them. I have always been alone, and I will live alone in this world from now on. Many years, no big deal."

Ryan opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. He admitted that he was selfish, and he came to discuss this with this fool, didn't he just want him to bear the burden for him, knowing that he would definitely take it over.

"You saved me back then, and you gave me a chance. I'll repay you." Simon's tone was a little coquettish, and he deliberately moved closer to his face, as if he had returned to the time when they were in the same dormitory. Faceless and skinny, in a state of not being able to speak.

But at this moment, Ryan had no reason to scold him. This person had already found a way out for his selfishness.

Simon became president.Not long after he went up, the man drove Ryan out of the imperial capital on the grounds of "you go, go, I will take over the power".

So Ryan took Cyril and his mother to City D from the imperial capital and bought a villa with a small garden.He and Jamil made up their minds, and the villas they bought were next to each other.Sometimes Simon has nothing to do and sneaks up to them to eat and take food.

But Ryan and Cyril soon regretted choosing a neighbor like Gamil.

a month ago.

Jamil pushed Xia Zhisen to play in the garden in front of the door.

He parked Xia Zhisen's wheelchair in front of a jasmine plant, and took a water bottle to water the nearby osmanthus tree.

Xia Zhisen picked a jasmine, twisted it with his fingers, and the juice of the flower seeped into his fingertips.

He bowed his head and thought for a long time.

"Gamille, come here."

The man was still busy watering, turned his lower body slightly: "What's wrong? Tell me what's going on."

"Come here and I'll tell you."

Jamil walked over, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "What?"

"Keep your head down..."

Jamil felt that the child was a little strange today, but he still bent down.

He leaned closer to his ear, but said nothing.

Jamil only felt that he quickly moved over his face, followed by a soft and warm touch on his lips.

He was stunned for a few seconds, but soon came back to his senses.

I get it, he thought, the silly boy.

He clasped his head with his hands, and brought the person in the wheelchair closer to him.

He intensifies the kiss.

END