Abandoned Lover [Future]

"...Anika?"

Eugene spoke in disbelief.While saying the name, he felt a huge sense of absurdity.

Faces that should have passed away appeared next to him one after another, and now standing in front of him, could it be another person who has nothing to do with Anika and only looks similar?

——He felt like he was in a malicious, illogical dream.

"You really know me." Fasha at the door looked at him seriously: "Is Anika my name?"

Eugene frowned: "...What are you talking about?"

"My name is Farsha, and I am the quartermaster who will succeed Karl. But before that, I may be the Anika you know." Farsha turned the handle of the whip around his waist. "Before boarding the ship, I lost most of my memory."

The movement of the woman in front of him drew Eugene's attention to her weapon.

Anika's code name in the Gatekeeper is "Thescourge", which is derived from the long whip that she never leaves her body.Such weapons are extremely rare in the current era, and they will not be randomly chosen as the main weapon.

...But Anika, she should have died in the mission long ago.

The year seven years ago was called the "Nightmare Year" of the gatekeepers, not only because of the explosion that caused them to directly lose [-] elites, but also because before that, there were several captain-level Characters disappeared and died one after another, including Anika.In the situation where the striker was almost lost, Eugene persisted and served for another half a year, and was finally forced to retire because of his mental state.

Since then, the goalkeeper never seems to be able to recover from the blow.

Eugene recalled that Anika's death was just three months before the accidental explosion.It was the female general herself who reported the news of her death to them.

"You..." This development has long exceeded Eugene's most absurd imagination. He looked at Anika, then at Basil, and felt an extremely ominous feeling creeping up his spine, making him physically Feel sick.

Basil put aside the half-drunk hot tea and interrupted their sudden conversation: "Fashia, what do you want?"

Fasha took a deep look at Eugene, then turned to Basil: "...I'll report the results of the last raid."

"Then you can report. You can go back, Eugene. I will grant temporary combatant permission to your friends." Basil said so, and raised his hand at Eugene.

Eugene thanked him and wanted to leave quickly before his mind became more and more confused.Behind him, Fasha said one last thing: "I'll go find you."

……

In Eugene's room, Xiao sat at the table with his hands folded and his head bowed.There are still some wet spots on the cuffs and knees of his pants, reminding him of his loss of control not long ago.

The moment Eugene opened the door and walked into the room, the two looked at each other, feeling each other's abnormality.

Eugene watched Xiao lose his natural smile, and Xiao watched Eugene lose his calm eyes.In the extremely suppressed air, Eugene clenched his right hand into a fist, and slowly but forcefully pressed against the wall at the door.

Eugene took a deep breath to calm down the unstable breath.After closing his eyes, he said, "Xiao, accompany me to the shooting range."

Xiao looked at him.

——There is a large training ground on the Rift Ship, half of which is used for training/practicing cold weapons, and the other half is used for training hot weapons.In the shooting range of the latter, the standard firearms of the Earth era can be seen everywhere, rather than the laser guns and plasma rifles/guns that are mainstream in warfare.This is because when plundering captured ships, the weapons of the old era are still the first choice of star thieves - they are easy to trade, operate, and obtain, and they will not cause damage due to a daredevil accidentally blasting the hatch. A group of people lost their lives in a vacuum.

But now, Eugene stood behind the guardrail of the shooting range and looked at the semi-automatic pistol in his hand.

He prefers knives to guns, but these days he desperately needs some legitimate outlet.

... He felt that maybe Xiao was the same.

Eugene pointed the barrel of the gun in the direction of the bull's-eye, and through the communicator on the sound-proof earmuffs, he asked Xiao who was standing behind him without looking back: "Want to learn?"

"……think."

Eugene smiled: "That's good."

He quickly unloaded the clip, pulled back the slide, checked the chamber, removed the slide, removed the recoil spring and guide rod, and placed them one by one on the table in front of him.As if waiting for Xiao to understand, he quickly assembled these parts again, slightly bent his elbows, raised his hands to eye level, removed the safety, and pulled the trigger.

At the end of the fifteen rounds fired at rapid intervals, he flicked off the empty clip with his right hand, took out the replacement clip from his waist with his left hand, and quickly connected it within a second.

After three consecutive rounds, Eugene slowly lowered his hands.There is still recoil on the tiger's mouth and arms, and there is still a faint reverberation in the ears.This gave him a strange sense of refreshment at this moment, and made him temporarily forget the gloomy uneasiness that had been lingering before.

He breathed the smell of gunpowder in his nose, put the empty clip in his hand, loaded a new one, then looked back at Xiao, motioning for him to take it.

The grip that fell into Xiao's hand still carried Eugene's body temperature.Xiao rubbed the pad of his right thumb twice, and then found a pair of wheat-colored hands covering it.

"The way to hold the gun is wrong. Don't lower your head, put your arms higher, put your left hand up, and don't have a gap with your right hand."

Eugene's hand was in the tiger's mouth, and there were thin calluses on the pads and bases of the fingers. The slightly rough skin slid gently over the back of Xiao's hand, as if it had slid over his heart.

Xiao took a deep breath, wanting to relax his back, but felt the warmth of Eugene sticking to his side more clearly.

Disturbed by such a temperature, Xiao adjusted the posture of holding the gun a little distractedly. Without looking carefully, he pressed the trigger on the portrait target 40 meters away.

— nothing happened.

"Thumb, unfasten the safety." In the communicator, Eugene's voice carried a smile.Xiao suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and used his right thumb to unlock the safety, and then seriously looked at the target that Eugene had shot at before.

In that humanoid target there were only two small holes slightly wider than a single bullet.One is between the eyebrows, and the other is on the left side of the chest, where the heart is.

Shaw tightened his grip on the gun.

No matter what kind of weapon it is, in Eugene's hands, it seems to become a part of the opponent's body, and using it is as natural as breathing.

For such Eugene, he had already developed a throbbing obsession.

... Before Eugene's eyes, the cyborg slowly pressed the trigger again.The first bullet landed on the surface of the portrait target, five or six centimeters away from the left edge of the outline.

Eugene raised his eyebrows, such a result is not bad for beginners.Xiao quickly adjusted the position of the muzzle, but the distance moved to the right was too large, and he probably missed the target.

as predicted.

Xiao didn't show any disappointment.He raised his wrist slightly, and this time the bullet grazed the top of the figure's head.

On the fourth shot, Xiao lowered the muzzle of the gun a little and hit the target's abdomen.

Eugene finally knew what he was doing.

He watched Xiao raise his hand, raised his arm to the most perfect height above his line of sight, and then fired the remaining bullets forward continuously.The flying bullet followed the trace of Eugene's previous shot, and fell smoothly into the center of the human target's heart.

——Is it possible to adjust the accuracy to this level with just a simple calibration?

——Cybionic people... are really annoying.

Eugene thought so, but couldn't hide the smile on the corner of his mouth.

Xiao looked at him, with a sense of provocation on his calm face that Eugene had never seen before.

...And that expression made him damn like it.

Eugene walked to the gun lane next to Xiao, picked up another pistol/gun of the same model, and asked Xiao through the communicator: "Do you want to shoot a moving target?"

Xiao Wei who was standing beside him smiled invisibly: "...yes."

Eugene pressed the button on his side, and the fixed target was replaced by a movable target.No one else on the range is training at this time, so they can enjoy all the range of movement left and right.

"Come and compare with me." Eugene licked his lower lip.

Xiao didn't speak.

Amidst the back-and-forth gunshots, more than a dozen moving targets appeared to wander in unexpected places, and were knocked down immediately.Eugene and Xiao seem to be machines with the same frequency, and the timing of their shots is almost the same, the difference is only in the position of the hit.After switching magazines for two rounds, Eugene discovered that Shaw would always hit where he had hit the next target when it came up.

Even though he is in the game, do you still have the mind to distract and pay attention to him?

Being provoked to the extreme, Eugene just wanted to laugh out loud.In the next shot, he directly raised his wrist and missed the target, then turned his head to look at Xiao.

As expected, the cyborg was stunned for a moment, and the firing that was on par with Eugene finally stopped.Realizing that Eugene had discovered what he had done, Shaw put the gun down too.

Across the transparent barrier, the two looked at each other.

Eugene's chest heaved, and the smell of saltpeter on his nose seemed to set his blood on fire.When he looked at Xiao's face, the joy filled in his chest reached the peak and was restrained in an instant, bringing faint tinnitus and dizziness like lack of oxygen.

At this time, Xiao looked like a knife that had just been cut with blood, and the soft expression on his face was suppressed, revealing his sharp facial features and outline.The look in the gray-blue eyes was quiet and dangerous, and the coercion that had not been concealed leaked from the subtleties, making the air around him feel a little inorganic cold.

That was the Xiao that Eugene had never seen.It was extremely strange, but he couldn't take his eyes off it.

——At the most inopportune time, his heartbeat seemed to be rushed too fast.

Facing this uncontrollable reaction, Eugene experienced a kind of helplessness that was almost helpless.

He slowly let his smile fall back to its normal arc, and after a few seconds of silence, he opened his mouth again.

"...you study well."

"Thank you," Xiao also smiled, "You are a very good teacher."

Eugene waved his hand, not agreeing with this unrealistic compliment.

"If you want to practice in the future, you can do it by yourself." Eugene said Basil's arrangement to Xiao, but his voice did not fluctuate too much: "The captain gave you the status of a temporary combatant, and you can freely enter and exit the ship Most of the places."

Xiao slightly opened his eyes wide.It was completely unexpected for him to be treated like this.

"Then... is it possible for me to work with you?" He was really too polite a cyborg, and he didn't know what verbs to use to refer to the work of the star thieves.

Eugene avoided his eyes at this time and nodded: "...it should be."

An unspeakable sense of security flooded into the biochemical man's chest at this moment, dispelling the feelings that were entrenched there before, as if they were about to rot and fester.He is like a traveler who has regained his footing from the abyss, and gained some time to travel forward.

Xiao's eyes softened instantly.He looked at Eugene, then at the gun in his hand, and heaved a silent sigh, like a sinner who had regained the favor of the gods.

While the cyborg was sincerely grateful for this unexpected development, Eugene silently unloaded the unfired bullet from the gun in his hand.

He knew very well that by the time everything was over, all the false hopes he had given Xiao now would turn into scars that hurt the other party.

Then when he sees the pain in the other person's eyes, he feeds back to himself.

……

That night.

Eugene sat in front of Fasha—or Anika, and apologized to her.

"...I don't want to avoid you." Eugene's voice was lower than usual: "It's just that for most people, you died many years ago."

"So when and how did I die?" Fasha didn't seem to be shaken by such information, his amber eyes remained calm: "If possible, please tell me more about me."

Eugene took a deep breath, trying to briefly explain Anika's past without touching on her inheritance.However, if you think about it carefully, this seems to be an unavoidable topic.

Because Anika is also a person who has made a wish, and the transformation of Anika's body by "Innocent Blessing" will not disappear due to amnesia.

He looked at Anika's curvaceous but tightly wrapped body.For a person who needs enough dexterity to hold a whip, her hands are wrapped in almost cumbersome hand wraps, even wrapping around her fingertips.All these details show that the current Anika clearly understands her strangeness.

——After making the wish, the price Anika paid was to turn her blood into a highly poisonous one.

Such a price seems strange, but on the other side of the truth, the lover who made a wish with her at the same time turned into a monster that could only feed on human blood after making the wish.

"Innocent Blessing" confers so much malice on the wisher, it's ridiculous that he couldn't stop the demon at that time.

The emptiness that seemed to drain his emotions seemed to come up again, and Eugene raised his right hand and pressed his left shoulder subconsciously.For some reason, this action made him inexplicably calm down.

... Seven years ago, Anika and her lover Igor, who was also a gatekeeper, were sent out by the female general to perform a high-secret mission.Eugene was not informed of the specific task content, but a few days later, the female general announced to them with a serious face that the military plates of the two men had been found, and the information reported on them no longer included their physical signs.

The special forces under the three generals all have specially customized military plates, which correspond to the chips injected under their skin, record their physical signs, and report their coordinates.Except when decommissioning, the chip cannot be disassembled, otherwise it will release a deadly current in an instant.So at that time, this became the evidence to judge Anika's death.

Eugene thought for a moment and felt that this matter was really difficult to explain.He looked at Anika, and finally frowned and said, "Can I see the crook of your left elbow?"

Fasha hesitated for a moment, then rolled up the sleeve of his left hand.Her bound hands went all the way to the end of her forearm, just enough to see the skin on the inside of the elbow.On that piece of skin, there is an extremely fine white scar.

Eugene's back tightened, and the hairs all over his body suddenly stood on end.

He turned his left arm over, in the same position as Anika, with the exact same scar.

However his scars were left by those who learned when he retired when they removed the chip, and after that they even tried to wipe his memory of the details of the legacy

Thinking of this, Eugene realized that this development was very similar to what happened to Anika, but the latter was more like an extreme version.

——Who has the ability to remove the chip for her?

——Who can easily erase her memory?

The answer was on the horizon, but rather than guessing, he wanted Anika to tell her herself—if his guess was correct, he could indeed help Anika recall something she had forgotten.

"Anika, give me your hand." Eugene took a deep breath and extended his right hand to Anika.

Fasha subconsciously withdrew her hand to refuse, but Eugene simply grabbed her wrist.

"You won't hurt me."

Eugene could feel Anika stiffen for a moment, then slowly relax.Eugene adjusted the posture of his hands and took Anika's palm.

He closed his eyes.

There was no obvious change in the appearance of the two of them, except that the color of Fasha's fingertips gradually became redder as if they had been squeezed by an external force.

Then, after ten or so seconds, Eugene heard Anika's voice full of confusion: "Palmer?"

Eugene's Adam's Apple went up and down, and he subconsciously held his breath, but he still asked his own question.

"Anika, what kind of mission did you have seven years ago?"

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The prototype of the pistol in this article is BeraM9, and Eugene and the others are shooting Doubleaction bursts.

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