Has the captain mutated today? [End Times]

"Cheng Jinyang," Shi Qi rubbed his face, "That notorious mad scientist, the culprit who killed countless people, that Cheng Jinyang, the person in charge of ING's new biological project...he is my father."

"On January [-]th, [-], my dad flew back to City H from Country W. After returning home, he fell ill and had a fever and cough. It was useless to go to the hospital for injections." He sorted out his emotions and carefully recalled the details. : "On the morning of the [-]th, my mother sent me to school to make up lessons. My dad stopped having a fever that day, and he was much more energetic. He said that when I came home at night, he would take me to see a brother..."

Shi Qi lowered his head and smiled: "He should be talking about you."

Hull listened, Mo Lan's eyes showed no ups and downs of emotion: "So... the person who assigned the task might be Professor Cheng?"

"Hmm." Shi Qi didn't deny the guess: "But why did my dad ask you to protect me?"

Hull thought for a while, then shook his head: "I don't remember."

"Captain, are you..." Hitting your head... Shi Qi paused, and changed the wording: "Did you have a head injury?"

"I do not remember."

Shiqi: "..."

This is probably the legendary amnesia.

Amnesia really delays people's work...

"Well...do you want to go to the research institute and let Cheng...Professor Mu take a look at it for you?"

"Professor Mu?" Hull frowned, "Mu Cheng?"

"Well, Uncle Cheng used to be a researcher at ING's Shenzhou branch." Shi Qi touched his chin: "He mainly studies the functions of the human body, and also dabbles in brain nerves. Maybe he can..."

Now he just wants to get Hull's memory back, after all, this is the fastest way to get close to the truth.

Hull interrupted him: "Does he know about your relationship with Cheng Jinyang?"

Shi Qi nodded and lowered his voice: "He knows, and it was Uncle Cheng who helped me...forge my ID to enter the Secret Service Academy. We can trust him."

Hull hadn't seen Mu Cheng more than ten times. In his memory, except for the annual physical examination of special agents, he had hardly seen the professor who developed this healing serum on other occasions.

Thinking of that gentle middle-aged man, Hull almost instinctively felt repelled.

He also couldn't tell what caused this rejection, but since Mu Cheng helped Shi Qi like that, he must have no malice towards Shi Qi.

'There's no malice to Shiqi' is enough for him.

Thinking of this, Hull suppressed the emotions that had just arisen, and agreed: "Yes, you can ask Professor Mu to check it for me."

In fact, he was also a little curious about what his past was like, but he stopped at curiosity.

He only has one task now, and the others are relatively unimportant.

If it weren't for his memory being related to the truth that Shiqi wanted, Hull felt that there was no difference between remembering and not remembering.

Similarly, he didn't realize that this was actually his subconscious rejection of the past.

Seeing that Hull nodded, Shi Qi directly found out the pager and called Mu Cheng.

Mu Cheng hadn't connected yet, when suddenly someone knocked on the door of their dormitory.

"Captain? Are you there?" It was Coke who knocked on the door: "Officer Wu from the Ground Service Bureau said he wanted to find you outside."

Most of the people from the Ground Service Bureau now have something to do with Zhou Qi. Shi Qi frowned, and was about to say that the captain was not there, but after thinking about it, Zhou Qi's affairs would have to be dealt with sooner or later.

So he asked the person sitting opposite in a low voice: "Let Officer Wu go to the administrator?"

His thoughts coincided with that of Hull, who nodded and went out to explain to Coke.

Here Mu Cheng picked up the pager: "Xiao Qi? Is there something wrong?"

"Uncle Cheng, I have something I want to ask you to help..."

……

The autumn wind blew through with a chill, and the dozen or so characters of "Superior Disaster Response and Post-Disaster Duty Administration" shone golden in the sun.

Inside the gate of the Secret Service, a square team of teenagers were running around the playground, their uniform steps and loud slogans full of energy.

Under the warm sun, a young man passed through the gate of the Secret Service, walked through the huge playground, and entered the six-story building behind.

His facial features have the deepness unique to Westerners, his eyes are very light, and he has short golden hair.He was thin and wearing the uniform of the Ground Service Bureau, which seemed a bit out of place with the strong and strong special agents around him.

However, not only was no one stopping him in the building, but everyone who saw him gave him a military salute.

"Commander Bailey."

Barton Bailey is one of the three commanders of the Ground Service Bureau. Compared with the other two, he feels that the Secret Service is not worthy (holding high points in vain, holding the power of the safe zone but doing nothing substantive contribution), he was much softer with Secret Service agents.

Bailey greeted them with a smile, and then randomly found someone to ask if the administrator was in the office.After getting an affirmative answer, he went down the spiral metal staircase to the seventh floor of the basement.

Walking through the long corridor, he stopped in front of the metal door at the end, and swiped his ID bracelet on the identifier on the door.

A line of small characters lit up on the small screen: "Number [-], Ground Commander Bailey."

After another ten seconds, with a slight sound of gears turning, the heavy metal door slid open to both sides.

The space inside the door was not small, but because of the rows of hosts against the wall, it seemed a bit cramped.

The administrator sat upright, sitting upright behind the workbench.On the workbench are three huge translucent touch screens.

"Little glasses, you don't pour a cup of coffee when you see me here." Bailey walked around to the workbench familiarly, and pressed a button next to the administrator's hand, and a chair popped up opposite the workbench: "I have something to do with you." ?”

The administrator adjusted his glasses, called out Zhou Qi's information, and turned the screen over: "Special Agent No. [-], do you know him?"

"I know you," Bailey casually swipe through the information, maybe because he is not Asian, he spoke with a bit of a strange tone: "Young master in our bureau, what's wrong?"

"he died."

Bailey whistled: "How do you say it in your words? Heaven is a good reincarnation!"

The administrator turned the screen back: "Commander Zhou wants to sue team [-], you have to find a way to make him withdraw the lawsuit."

Bailey raised his legs and leaned back on the chair: "Middle-aged people who have just experienced the pain of bereavement are irrational."

"Then find a way to make him rational."

Bailey curled his lips and frowned: "You have to give me a reason."

"Have you seen Agent [-]?"

Bailey was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled playfully: "Nothing can hide from your eyes...I've seen it, his eyes are as beautiful as Maggie said."

"Team [-]'s next mission is in Area [-]." The administrator clicked a few times on the screen, and a host computer in the corner started working immediately: "We can start collecting the network."

"He agreed?" Bailey finally became serious: "He protects people very tightly. Yesterday was the first time I watched [-] place an order, even though it was only a few hours...you are not afraid that he will go crazy and kidnap people. gone?"

The administrator was still expressionless, but Bailey felt completely speechless from the other party almost immediately.

"[-] agreed to it himself," a trace of disgust flashed in the eyes behind the glasses, as if asking Bailey if you are stupid? "He won't stop [-] from doing whatever he wants."

"Tsk," Bailey resumed his carefree expression: "Little Glasses, do you think they got together?"

Administrator: "..." I'm telling you something serious.

Bailey was unaware of the administrator's increasingly disgusted eyes: "Look, just from what you heard, he saved him 22 times. That's the feeling of sharing food and living together, life and death together. Do you think Think, look up but don't look down..."

The administrator's temples twitched, and he finally opened his mouth to interrupt Bailey's endless chatter: "You think too much, it's not like you haven't read the psychological evaluation of the No. [-] medical report."

Bailey was not dissatisfied when he was interrupted. Instead, he held his chin and said seriously: "Little glasses, if you have seen the way he looked at him, you wouldn't say that."

It was a look that could die for the other party at any time.

administrator:"……"

He didn't bother to argue with Bailey, but called up the recording video of Team [-]'s last mission, and turned the screen over again: "Look, you can leave after watching it."

Bailey smiled lightly, took off his military cap, and straightened his hair: "You are welcome, little glasses."

"...Call me Admin."

"Huh? What did the little glasses say?"

"..."

It was already evening when he came out of the Secret Service. Button Bailey rubbed his sore neck and once again lamented that the job of an administrator is not something that humans do.

He just watched the mission video all afternoon, and he was already a little dizzy.Although he didn't know how many units there were in the Secret Service, new recorders were being sent back almost every day.Not to mention that in addition to reviewing videos, admins are responsible for assigning tasks, managing resource flow, etc...

Little Glasses is really a workaholic, no wonder he is nearsighted.

After Bailey greeted the guard at the gate of the Secret Service with a smile, he stretched and turned into an alley.

There were not many people on the street in the evening. After all, the supply of water and electricity is sometimes limited, and most ordinary residents have already returned home.

No one noticed that Bailey turned into the inconspicuous alley. About three or ten minutes later, a tall figure came out from the shadow of the alley on a catwalk.

She has long golden hair, a hot figure, and a charming face.

After adjusting the black necklace that was tightly attached to her neck, and fiddled with the voice changer hidden under the necklace, she tentatively said, "Welcome."

The female voice was very crisp and pleasant, but the tone of the speech was not pure.

After a while, the woman, wearing a bartender's uniform, walked into the speakeasy in the center of the district at dusk.

As soon as she walked in, she was greeted warmly by the drinkers.

"Maggie, I thought you didn't go to work today!"

The blond-haired Maggie cleverly avoided the hands that wanted to hold her: "Where can I earn points if I don't go to work?"

There was a casual smile in her light-colored eyes: "What does this guest want?"

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