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Tazito and Mr. 11 took them to the assembly point after receiving Esgarda and his party.After they walked a few steps, someone noticed: "Where's Oman?"

Several people turned their heads and found that the boy was not with them. Mr. 11 clicked his tongue in frustration, and immediately turned back to look for it.Esgarda was surprised that the politician was more anxious than himself.

They soon found Aman behind a pile of rubble.Esgarda was about to call his name, but what she saw made her stop.

Oman's thin back was slightly arched, his back was facing those people, and he was concentrating on cutting the back of his hand little by little with a knife, not caring about their arrival.The boy whose stomach had been blown apart lay beside him in a strange posture, still maintaining consciousness, staring at Aman motionless, like a terrified corpse.

A large amount of blood gushed out from the incision on the back of the hand.The severe pain distorted Oman's expression, but he didn't intend to stop.The tip of the knife quickly encountered a hard object and could not move.Oman grabbed the handle of the knife vigorously and opened his wound. The pain made him whimper.

Tazito took a step back and asked at a volume only Mr. Eleven could hear, "Does he feel pain?"

Mr. 11 also replied quietly: "This model is fine, in order to be more like a real person. And the pain can prevent them from spying on their bodies like this."

Their eyes returned to Oman at the same time.Between the open flesh and skin on the back of the hand, the part that should be the bone is exposed, and it has a metallic luster after being washed by the blood.Oman's figure was stiff, staring at the back of his hand.He moved his hands cautiously, the metal skeleton worked fine.He stared at the back of his hand for a long time, then lowered his head, and began to cut his belly, trying to dig out his ribs.Esgarda rushed forward to hold him back: "Aman, don't do this."

Unexpectedly, Oman easily gave up the struggle, and the knife fell into the grass.Esgarda said, "Come on, come with us."

Aman suddenly laughed nervously: "I knew it a long time ago, I knew it a long time ago! Hahahaha! I knew it a long time ago!"

"You and us," Esgarda said.

Aman is still obsessive-compulsive and repeats over and over again: "I knew it a long time ago! I knew it a long time ago...I...a long time ago...because I...can never cry. Haha, hahaha, I can't cry!" He hugged Esgarda, "I can't...no matter what they do to me...I won't cry...I already knew..."

Esgarda stroked his hair sadly. One of Mr. 11's hands stretched out from behind, and he pressed hard somewhere on the back of Aman's head, and his fingertips even sank into the "skull".Aman stopped talking immediately, his eyes were covered with gray, and he didn't move.Esgarda looked down at him. A second ago, Oman was still a young man who could love and hate, but his anger was extinguished in an instant, as if shrouded in a layer of gray fog, he became a humanoid specimen.

Mr. 11 leaned over and shut down the spy machine whose stomach had been blown open.Then he picked up a boy on his shoulders and said, "Let's go."

This unmoved calm displeased Esgarda.But Tazito was clearly with the guy, and Esgarda followed them without saying a word.Along the way, Mr. 11 was still explaining to Tazito that this spy machine has a manual shutdown switch on the back of the head, so that even if it is accidentally pressed, it will be regarded as a concussion caused by hitting the back of the head, so as to avoid revealing its identity.The biggest feature of this kind of spy machine is that it can imitate the "growth" of children, so it is rarely suspected.However, their lifespan is limited, and it is said that they can be taken to see their "parents" after they reach adulthood. In fact, it is very likely that "adulthood" means that they have reached their expiration date.

The subject made the two humans sigh. Behind Mr. 11, the boy's arms dangled feebly.In this quiet forest, amidst the rustling footsteps of a few people, this lifeless shaking seemed strange and heavy.

Tazito suddenly asked: "What about you? Do you have an expiration date?"

Mr. 11 said: "I am flattered by the meaning behind this question and wish I could kiss you."

Tazito was thoughtful, but did not continue.Esgarda glanced at the stern-faced android politician in horror.

When they approached the meeting point, Mr. 11 said he was going to leave for a while, and led the two teenagers into the darkness.Tazito brought Esgarda to the rendezvous point and began to discuss the plan to steal the spaceship.They need to be fast, their enemy, whoever they are, lost two spy planes in a flash, must be frantically looking for them now.They can't hide for long.

Not far from the meeting point, Mr. 11 put the two spy machine boys on the ground.He chose the one whose belly was blown open first.The spy plane had been brought out on a mission, and there was likely something useful in his chip.

Pressing at the same position on the back of the head, the boy's eyes regained some vitality.He was still unable to move, and in pain, his eyes turned back and forth in fear, and landed on Mr. 11.

"Kill... me..." He moaned and begged, "It hurts...kill me..."

Turning a blind eye to his pain, Mr. 11 removed a small chip from his close-fitting pocket, straightened the face of the spy machine, squeezed his mouth open, and pried off one of his canine teeth.The teenager screamed in pain, his limbs struggling and convulsing like a human being. Mr. 11's hand was very steady. After discarding the tooth, he inserted the chip into the blood hole.A layer of information flowed towards him, and his consciousness was connected with the boy. Mr. 11's eyes froze for a moment, analyzing the data, and suddenly his eyes widened.

Like a cat hiding in a corner, the anti-reconnaissance device of the spy plane jumped out unexpectedly and counterattacked him. The moment they connected, it almost exposed his position!

Mr. 11 slammed the spy plane off, preventing the other party from locating it.There was a look of annoyance on his brow.

He almost ran into a catastrophe just now. Once the enemy locates him, everyone in Tazito will be wiped out instantly.

However, although he has avoided being targeted now, things are also troublesome.He was not able to intercept the anti-reconnaissance device in time.This means that as long as he turns on the spy machine again, he will be located immediately.The time difference between interception and positioning is less than 0.01 seconds.Even shooting a drop of rain with a gun has a higher success rate than it.

Mr. 11 thoughtfully looked in the direction of the Tazito assembly point, and quickly made a decision.He stood up, picked up the boy again, and walked in the opposite direction from them.He opened Tazito's dialog box, entered a series of explanations, hesitated for a moment, and did not send the words.He closed the dialog box, and with a face of deadly rationality, he hastened the pace of leaving.

"I'm worried that someone ran away with my sister-in-law, so I came to have a look." Behind him, a familiar cynical voice suddenly sounded, and Mr. 11's footsteps stopped.

"In the end, he ran away, taking two sisters-in-law with him. It seems that he owed me a kiss just now. Is this bad check also a characteristic of a politician, Mr. 11?"

Mr. 11 looked back helplessly, and saw Tazito holding a cigarette sideways, crossing his arms, looking at him with his head tilted, looking like a delinquent boy.

Mr. 11 asked: "What about your business?"

Tazito said: "It's already been moved. Ivano and Escardia assured me they could get it done and suggested I come here and have a look."—for the tenth time Tazito looked uneasily at this Suggestions for directions.

Mr. 11 lowered his eyes and made a "follow me" gesture to him, but noticed that Tazito stood still.

"I'm not going to follow unless you beg me," Tazito said. "After all, you've dumped me twice, which is unprecedented in Charles Tazito's love history."

Mr. 11 glared at the guy who made the unreasonable request in turn, his facial muscles moved slightly, and he actually let out a chuckle.

"You remind me of the joy of being in love all the time." Mr. 11 said.Tazito gave him an awesome smile.

Together they walked away from the assembly point.

"I have to remember that you seem to owe me a reward." Mr. 11 said.

"Ah, what reward?" Tazito asked innocently.

"When the aircraft made an emergency landing, you promised me unscrupulously."

"What forced landing?"

"..." Mr. 11 shook his head, "A politician who has weathered many storms has repeatedly fallen into the hands of businessmen. This is enough to prove that businessmen are the most cunning politicians in the world."

Tazito happily smoked a cigarette, walking further and further away from Mr. 11.