Force unlock

To successfully perform the role of Bound Two, Tazito had to stand face-to-face with his captured subject, wrist-to-wrist, ankle-to-ankle, and less than half a foot apart.

Although the requirements are harsh, "Liberation No. [-]" has an irreplaceable function-to deprive numbers of external communication capabilities.This ability is essential, otherwise, after the digital attack, the communication can be used to call the combat robot to fight back or send a distress signal, which will be troublesome.

Because of the high requirements on standing posture and distance, it is almost impossible for the killer to use "Bound No. [-]" to commit crimes.Only acquaintances, and close acquaintances at that, are allowed within a digital half-foot distance.

Like "spouse" or something.

Tazito woke up and jumped from Mr. 11's arms to the ground.He quickly regained his composure to deal with the next thing.

Mr. 11 said: "It seems that you had a very fulfilling afternoon."

Tazito's eyelashes moved, suspecting that the other party knew something.He pretended to be relaxed and asked, "Did Danny report to you?"

"Not yet." Mr. 11 said, "Good night."

"Wait!" Tazito caught up with Mr. 11 who was about to leave.He still can't let him go, and his mind is racing, trying to use some reason to keep him.Finally said: "I'm not sleepy yet."

Mr. 11 stopped and looked back at Tazito, "It seems that you still have stories to share with me." He said understandingly, "A hot bath and a bowl of fish pasta with arugula are enough. Want a different story?"

Tazito was taken aback.Then there was an inexplicable sense of irritability in my heart, and I really wanted him to shut up.

Those people are listening.They put monitors on him, supposedly able to avoid the signal jammers on the digital body.So they can hear everything here.Giovanna, her bodyguards, her think tank, her subordinates, they all gathered around the other end of the monitor, listening to every move here.

He suddenly found that Mr. 11 spoke differently to him than in front of outsiders.It's a very personal tone.Tazito subconsciously didn't want others to hear this.

"No..." He decided to act according to the plan, and quickly walked towards Mr. 11.The goal is clear - touched his crotch. Mr. 11 didn't move at all.

...it's still empty.

He was thinking about it as he waited at the door. Mr. 11 will be captured by them and used for experiments.They'd see the hole in his crotch...and Giovanna would know.He didn't want her to have too many associations.He also wouldn't like people talking about Mr. Eleven having a hole in his crotch.He could imagine the expressions of those people.

He said: "Compared to this, when are you going to put it back in?... Can you put it back in? Do you need to go back to Rhea for repairs?"

Mr. 11 asked: "Do you need it?"

Tazito suddenly lost his patience and said viciously, "What the hell do I need? What the hell do I need?"

He still wants to say something, but forgets the language.He saw Mr. Eleven smiling at him.

It took him three seconds to realize it was a joke, and that Mr. Eleven laughed when it was made.The corner of his mouth curled so small that it could be ignored, but his gaze softened, and Tazito was sure it was a smile.

Mr. 11 turned his head and walked out of the bedroom.The corners of the mouth have returned to the usual cold and hard angle, but there is still warmth in the eyes.Tazito said angrily, "Where are you going?" He followed him out and saw him walk up to a wall in the living room and put his hand on the wall.

Tazito shut up.He knew what it was, a pressure sensor.He always thought it was an ordinary wall. Was there anything else hidden behind it?

A second later, a door-shaped void appeared in the center of the wall. Mr. 11 walked in, and Tazito followed hesitantly.

"Where is this place? Is there a light." He muttered, "It's too dark to see anything clearly."

"No," Mr. 11's voice came from two meters away, "I'm the only one who can enter here, I don't need a light."

Tazito thought, it was the night vision function of the mechanical eye.

Thinking of the mechanical eye, Tazito's heart moved.As soon as he stopped, he thought about something quickly in his mind.New plans quickly formed and supplemented their original plans.

Tazito pulled out the terminal lighting.A beam of white light pierced the dark air and landed on a cabinet.He moved the terminal, and the light flashed across every corner.

This is a small secret room, with metal cabinets covering all four walls, like an archive room.Tazito walked up to Mr. 11 and found that he had opened a drawer on a cabinet and took out...

...a male sex' organ.

Tazito took a look, and saw that the drawers were full of those things, neatly arranged one by one, at least twenty or thirty.Each one looks exactly the same.

It's a storeroom for digital body parts.

"Uh……"

It is a spectacle that so many genitals are arranged without an owner.Tazito showed an expression of seeing shit, and quietly stretched out his hand, wanting to poke it to see how it feels.Then Mr. 11 grabbed his hand.

At that moment, Tazito's eyes widened, his hands trembled, and he immediately pulled away.

He's still wearing Bound Two on his wrist... Spotted?

He stared nervously at Mr. 11, who said, "Don't touch it, it's sterile."

Tazito froze there, watching Mr. Eleven sit down and unbutton his pants.The hole that was shot out was cleaned with some professional tools to remove some charred skin material.

Tazito stood watching for a while, Mr. 11 looked up and said, "It will take some time, why don't you sit for a while. I'm a little embarrassed by your spotlight."

Tazito walked over and sat next to Mr. 11 - there was a low cabinet under his buttocks, which contained some part of Mr. 11.

He casually grabbed the terminal, the light shone on the zenith, and the incandescent light diffused, illuminating half of the secret room.In the dim light, he couldn't help but peek at the man next to him working on his crotch.He saw that Mr. 11 cleaned up the "wound" and began to repair the skin until a circular hole was left in his crotch...it was obvious what kind of hole it was. Mr. 11 took the... er, thing, and aimed the root at the hole.

The installation process was a bit more complicated than Tazito imagined. Mr. 11 used a repair tool like a spray gun to "weld" the thing back bit by bit.After finishing, Tazito couldn't help touching.The perfect fit feels and feels exactly like human skin.Lift it twice, but you can't pull it down.

Tazito was still thinking how fucking amazing this is, when suddenly he was grabbed on the back of the head and kissed without warning.

The passionate kiss lasted for three or four seconds before Tazito realized it.The struggle took so much effort that it almost turned into a scuffle.Finally, he stood up before the other party reached into his clothes.

Tazito was so angry that his mind went blank, he raised his fist and punched him in the face.When he was about to punch the second time, his rationality came back a little, and he hesitated for a while.

Mr. 11 stood up and said coldly: "Good night."

Walk past him and leave the secret room.

What the hell... Still looking unhappy, Tazito put down his fist and thought anxiously, does he still think I'm giving him sexual hints? ?

Mr. Eleven went straight into his studio and got to work.Still standing where he was, Tazito realized he was overreacting a bit, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.

Now is not the time to get emotionally out of control.

When he walked out of that secret room, he had adjusted himself.He has other things to do and needs to hurry up.

About two hours later, Tazito finished other things.There is only one last step left.

He stood at the door of Mr. 11's studio.

He was nervous, but well hidden.He has made his decision.The decisions he makes never change and must be done as planned.

The door opened, and Mr. 11 looked back at Tazito and asked, "What's wrong? Didn't you sleep?"

"I have something to tell you," Tazito said.His brows were furrowed, as if there were tens of thousands of kilograms of troubles hanging between his brows, and a dark and boundless burden was carried on his shoulders.But he was very sure, looking straight at Mr. 11, with an expression ready to have a serious conversation.

Mr. 11 noticed that the gauze had been removed from his left eye and a mechanical eye had been installed.Installed in the last two hours.

Tazito secretly pressed the mechanism on his wrist, controlled his voice, and said, "Come here."

Mr. 11 walked up to him and asked, "What do you need?"

"Come closer, come up to me," Tazito said.

He is a sophisticated criminal with excellent mental qualities.He had handled everything perfectly when he had killed Cosimo and taken the place of boss, and now he could only do better.

Mr. 11 complied, and there was no doubt about him.

Tazito grabbed Mr. 11's wrists with both hands.He looked at the figure's eyes. The new eye matched the original one perfectly, reflecting cold light in the dark room.

"I'm sorry," Tazito said, "but I had to."

The process was as fast as expected, and Tazito was taken aback when the weapon was ejected.But it's easy.Because the hardest part is gaining trust in a number.

Those hoops fired off Tazito's wrists and ankles, snapped precisely onto Mr. Eleven's wrists and ankles, and extended the split in an instant.It only took two seconds to change from four metal rings to a straitjacket.

Mr. 11 disappeared from his field of vision immediately, and knelt heavily on the ground with a bang.With surprise in his eyes, he looked up at Tazito.The body is tightly bound by a solid metal ring, and the hands are forced to be clasped behind the back. Huge energy flows, emitting bright and unstable blue light.It completely messes up the energy field of the numbers, rendering them incapacitated.

It has the same principle as "Lightning No. [-]", but it is fast and ruthless. Once it is fixed, there is no possibility of escape.

Tazito looked down at him sympathetically—perhaps the delusion of wet eyes.But the sympathetic expression after the crime makes the criminal look hypocritical and perverted.

"He didn't send out any signal! We succeeded! Bring him back, Tazito!" Cheers came from the earphones, and Tazito tapped his ears and said, "Wait a minute." He tried Pick him up, but the figure's body is much heavier than ordinary people, and finally he can only carry him.Passing by Danny who was on standby, he whispered, "Danny, you come too."

Danny opened his eyes and followed Tazito.

They appeared outside the house, where a van had been waiting for a long time.Tazito threw Mr. 11 to the ground.

The door of the box opened automatically, and Giovanna got down anxiously.She walked up to Mr. 11 quickly, pinched his face, looked him up and down, her eyes sparkled with excitement.

"It's real!" she murmured.

"It took a little longer," Tazito said, "to fix the eyes."

Giovanna glanced at him, and then returned her gaze to Mr. 11, as if she saw gold mountains and silver seas, rare treasures - the entire galaxy is less than twenty figures, using cutting-edge technology that no matter how rich you are, it can indeed It is a treasure in a sense.

Giovanna confirmed that he was a number, hugged Tazito fiercely, and said happily: "Thank you!" Then she noticed that his two eyes had returned to their original shape, and praised: "They look very beautiful, Your eyes. You are amazing Charles, you have no idea how much what you do means to me!"

Tazito gave her a coquettish smile, pointing to Danny: "I have to take him with me. I'm only used to his cooking."

Giovanna's mind was on the newly acquired subject, and she casually said that it would be fine, as long as he passed the security check.Tazito said that he would be inspected casually.

They boarded the car talking and laughing, and their men carefully carried the captured figures onto the car.

Under the dim night light, a box car quietly left the residential area known as the safest in the entire Magic Eye Star, and disappeared into the boundless darkness.