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Hans stared at his bull's-eye, looked Tazito back and forth, and said hastily to Karl: "It is he who is right. Mr. Karl, the gentleman said, leave him to you. I will hand him over now." Here you go."

Carl reminded him: "You should have other things to do, right, Chief Hans."

Hans gave Carl a warning look in distrust, and took the rest of the people to chase after Mr. 11.Only two soldiers remained to help Karl.

Carl watched the soldiers walk away, looked back at Tazito, and said in the tone of an old acquaintance: "Those smelly and rude soldiers are gone, only you and me are left. I didn't expect to be in the elevator. I was pleasantly surprised that the person I met turned out to be you."

Tazito: "Have we met?"

Carl chuckled, his eyes especially cold behind the glasses. "Ah look at you, you obviously think of me."

Tazito, not wanting to fall into the rhythm of the opponent, also smiled back at him, saying: "I have to say sorry for my bad memory."

Carl approached Tazito cautiously, leaning over, looking at his left ear.He dared not get too close to Tazito.This kind of person can kill him even if his lower body is unconscious and his hands are handcuffed behind his back.He was the one who survived the catastrophe, and Karl had no doubts about his viability.

The laser in the electronic glasses scanned Tazito's pinna, and the invisible earphones appeared.Carl pulled off the earphones, wanting to crush them, but was stopped by impromptu malice.

He put the headset in his pocket and said, "Why don't we just keep talking."

Tazito looked at the front with a cold face, as if he was not interested in whether the call between him and Mr. 11 was ongoing or interrupted.However, an inexplicable unpleasant feeling clogged his chest.This is not the first time he has been caught by the enemy, the big deal is some tricks of torture and threats.But he had a premonition that the situation was not good this time, and things were not that simple.

"Come on," Carl said. "The lord needs some answers from you. But you can rest assured that there will be no torture and no pain. This is not his style of doing things. You, yourself, are the answer."

Tazito took the opportunity to ask: "Who is that lord? Isn't it Mr. 7?"

"Worry about yourself!" the soldier waiting aside said contemptuously.Two soldiers took Tazito's arms from side to side and dragged him all the way into the building.

Tazito was locked in an improvised empty room, his hands were handcuffed behind his back to a chair, and several probes were inserted into his head, which seemed to monitor his brain activity.His lower body still didn't feel at all, as if his legs had disappeared.

The room was pitch black.It is 100% thick black, which has been deliberately processed, and any gaps that may be light-transmitting have been sealed with tape, so that no light can be found even if you widen your eyes.And there is no heating, the temperature is almost the same as outside.Tazito was left here and no one came to ask.

After being isolated long enough, Tazito suddenly realized that they should have chosen a soundproof room just for him.This could have been a conference room—the team to capture Mr. 11 should have failed long ago, but the sound-absorbing walls silenced everything perfectly.

That makes sense.This is a typical mental pressure, depriving you of hearing, vision, and even touch. Many people have mental breakdowns after a long period of confinement.And there are machines monitoring the brain, so they know when the person is going to break down, and then take the next step, torture or something.Knowing their strategy, you can stay sane.Tazito analyzed it in his heart, feeling disapproving.

Except, it was fucking cold.There is nothing here but cold and hostility.In the boundless silence, Tazito could almost hear the sound of his own blood freezing.He felt that his fingers were going to be useless, his throat was thirsty and stinging, and every breath of white air he exhaled took away more water.He'd rather have some brisk physical pain.

What is that guy doing, Tazito thought after a while, he couldn't just run away by himself.Then it would be a big loss for me to save him...

By the way... When he came here, shouldn't he bring those white battle robots, the very powerful ones.Why don't you see them?

Tazito has studied those things, and they are a group of fighters with wisdom and fighting power against the sky.But there is no permission to go deep into it, it seems to be a great secret.In short, since these robots can level the scavengers' base, they can also level this place.

Please... No matter what you bring, quickly settle here...

It's too cold here too.There is simply no end to it...

He lifted his head feebly, cursing the darkness here.He is like a lonely seed thrown into space, without sunlight and moisture, it will never germinate.

On a wide avenue tens of kilometers away from the landing station of Area 27, Ivano walked quickly.

When entering the N7 star, Tazito ordered them to split up for safety reasons.Ivano's rescue pod was ejected into a forest beyond Area 27.After he got out of the rescue cabin, he manipulated the drone to find Tazito.He finds his brother, uses the drone to help him out, and the drone is destroyed.He lost his only connection with Tazito.To make matters worse, he discovered that the entrance to Area 27 was heavily guarded by soldiers who clearly did not look like landing station employees, and no one was allowed in or out.He speculates that Sector 27 has fallen.

Remembering that the map provided by Mr. AI was still in his hand, Ivano found a hidden corner, projected the map on the wall, and confirmed his location.The closest to District 27 is District 28, which requires a walk of hundreds of kilometers.The only thing he can do now is to go there and ask for backup.

From the moment he made the plan, Ivano kept on going.He noticed that the soldiers who besieged Tazito were well-trained, and all of them wore a badge on their collars, which represented the organization they were loyal to.It's not as simple as mercenaries - and organizations with goals are often more unscrupulous than mercenaries fighting for money, which is not a good sign.

There are still dozens of kilometers to go before the landing station in Area 28.Ivano did not dare to slack off.

Tazito's temperature dropped to a dangerous level.He couldn't even shake anymore.The body loses consciousness.He had been left in the dark for too long, longer than he expected.The cold was stripping him of his vigilance, and his psychological defenses became as fragile as frozen metal.

It could have been hours, or it could have been just a few minutes.The isolated, dark room blurs his sense of time.

He closed his eyes for a long time, and a voice in his heart said, wake up, don't relax, this is exactly what they want.He raised his eyelids again with difficulty and squinted, but he still couldn't see anything.Can't hear either.He could only hear the final struggle of his own heart that was about to break.The almost parched throat makes a sound like plastic rubbing every time he swallows saliva.

"What do you want to know?" he asked into the air.He'd asked that question before, but hadn't gotten a response.It's the same this time.He didn't waste his energy asking more, and closed his eyes again.He didn't want to appear anxious, which would reveal that he couldn't take it anymore.

After staying in the silent world for an unknown time, when Tazito closed his eyes and waited for the cold to freeze his heart, a soft female voice suddenly came from the darkness.

"Charles..."

The voice called his name, Tazito shuddered, opened his eyes and looked around, but couldn't see anything.He was pulled back from the brink of coma, listening and waiting.After a while, the voice appeared behind him: "Charles, come here."

Tazito's heart seemed to be squeezed suddenly.This time, he was more sure.It was a distant but familiar voice.It was associated with certain heart-wrenching memories, like an oncoming wave that swooped in on Charles Tazito.Unbelievable, yet soft and fragrant.

"Charles, you can't have any more sugar." The voice had the lively tone of talking to a child. "You'll look like a little old man when the new teeth are decayed."

Tazito turned his head slowly, with pain in his breath.These conversations, he could recall them.They should not be here.Some people should not be touched.

What's going on here... where did they get these?

In the darkness, the female voice whispered softly.

"Look at our little dinosaur, he will go to bed on time tonight, right?"

"Would you like to kiss Daddy and me goodnight?"

The female voice paused for a few seconds, during which Tazito was fully awake.The initial surprise was gradually replaced by anger.More than 20 years ago, this voice was deeply embedded in his consciousness, synonymous with "safety" and "comfort".Has been hidden in the most secret corner of the heart, is the bottom line that others cannot touch.

A few seconds later, when the female voice sounded again, Tazito's sad eyes showed unforgivable killing intent.