Ability Files

Vincott's hands were trembling very slightly. If I wasn't right next to him, I wouldn't have noticed it. Moreover, his breathing was short, and there were big cold sweats on his forehead. There was no way to shoot.

I didn't make a sound, nor did I try to take the gun in his hand and replace him as the one holding the gun.

The reason why Andre and Gray obediently obeyed Vincott's instructions was because of their understanding and unconscious awe of Wencott's foresight, and secondly because they didn't know my details. As for the gun in Vincott's hand, it was A chip, but not a crucial thing.With the gun in my hand, it will not act as a deterrent, but it will expose Wen Kete's current situation.

"Andrei, those people are behind me, they will be here in 10 minutes." Vincott said to the two of them, his voice was very calm, "do you want to stay and wait for them with me, or separate yourself ?”

Andre and Gray glanced at each other, exchanged a look of mutual understanding, and then walked backwards facing us.When they turned the corner, I caught Vincott's overturned body with one hand and picked up the pistol that had fallen from his hand with the other.

Vincott nodded to me as a thank you, and then said in a low voice, "Come on, they'll find this place in half an hour at the latest."

It seems that what he told Andre and the others were not all foolish, it was just...

"Can I still walk?" I supported Vincott, wrapping his arms around my neck, supporting half of his weight.

"Yeah." Wen Kete can still move his hands and feet, and he is more familiar with the distribution here, so he pointed in a direction and asked me to go there.

"Go straight ahead, then turn right at the second fork, and walk along the river for about a kilometer. There is a ladder leading to the top, and you will go out to...C12 area." Wen Kete briefly instructed The direction we want to go.

"Don't you need to wait for other people? How is Fili?" I can't directly ask other people whether they were affected by the gas, how the situation is now, and whether there are any casualties. I can only ask Fili from the side to find out the news.

"Fili is not affected. Munn's resistance is better than mine, and the gas will not affect them too much. A Fili can still take care of them, so don't worry about them..." Wen Kete simply explained The situation of other people, want to make me feel at ease.

"Well, good." Although I didn't get much information, I always know what is enough, and I also understand that Vincott will not reveal more to me, so I didn't ask any more questions, and supported him to tell him Go to the passageway.

With Vincott's guidance, our journey in the sewer was shortened to the shortest possible time. By the time I saw the ladder Wencott mentioned, I could already hear the sound of gunfire and footsteps coming from the depths of the sewer.Because of the structure, the sound can travel very far in the sewer. I can't tell whether it is the echo or they are really close at hand. I can only drag Vincott to pull him up, then close the cover and stay away from there.

Fortunately, we were not discovered when we came out, so we were able to leave there safely, but there is only one way out, leading to the outside block, and we will definitely encounter other people in Area C.

Area C12 is better than Area D, it is not so chaotic, but the control over the block is stronger.The two of us wandered around the streets at night, our bodies were smelly, and one of them was a "homeless man" who was drunk and asked for help, which attracted the attention of the patrol officers.

I saw the two patrolmen dressed in avant-garde clothes, with many holes pierced on their bodies, and rings hanging all over their noses, walking towards us, and hurriedly asked Vincott, "Do you have any money on you?"

"What?" Vincott didn't respond for a while.

"You don't even know this, do you?"

I couldn't help raising my eyebrows, and Vincott just realized it now, quietly stuffed a stack of banknotes into my hand, and then whispered to me: "This is the territory of Bald Dick."

"You two big brothers have worked hard!" I greeted them with a smile, and before they could ask a question, I slipped the money into their hands.

"You two, don't you know that martial law will be imposed at night?" After accepting the banknotes, the originally fierce face softened, but he still asked meaningfully.

"How come we don't know the rules of Boss Dick, it's not my brother, who was dumped by a girl, drunk and fell into the stinky ditch, and I asked him to get him up, it was a bit late..." Bald Dick said in Area C has a lot of influence, a large part of the land is his, I have heard some rumors about him, and the curfew is the one that impresses me the most.After eight o'clock in the evening, except for those who have a pass, they are not allowed to wander the streets at will, but they can go to bars and dance halls in various streets before the time is up, and then stay until seven o'clock the next morning.

Very effective way to stimulate consumption and management!

"Forget it this time, let's go." The man in front waved us away, smelled the banknotes in his hand, and then turned his head away with disgust.

"Fuck him, he was so fascinated by a bitch that he drank stinky water..."

"It can be seen how coquettish that girl is, hahaha..."

"Hell, there's a stench on this banknote."

"It can't be that bitch's stinky smell..."

The vulgar words behind me gradually became inaudible. I took Wen Kete into the remote alley. It's good to find a place to nest.

He touched the pistol tucked into his trouser waist. Fortunately, it was not seen by them, otherwise it would have been treated as an intruder, needless to say.

With good luck, I found an abandoned building. Looking at the scorched marks on the outer wall, it seemed that it had been engulfed by a fire.Walking into the aisle, the ground was full of charred objects. I didn’t have the strength to take Wencott to the upper place. I found a random door on the first floor and went in. The fire was completely burned, and there was almost nothing left inside. Down.

Kicking away a burnt sofa with only the bottom left, barely cleared a place, and without caring about other things, put Wen Kete down, and sat down against the wall.

"There's no water here, and you can't go out under curfew. If you're thirsty, you have to bear it." I was a little worried about Wen's health. He was the only way for me to contact Arthur and the others. If the gas was harmful to him Any side effects can be bad.

"I'm fine. It's just some gas that affects the nerves of the human body. It will be fine after a little rest." Wen Kete's words made me a little surprised, how could there be comforting elements in it?Does it sound like I'm worried?

"...do you still have money?" I didn't know how to answer for a while, so I skipped the topic and asked another question.

"Another point."

I took the paper money he gave me, counted it, and it was barely enough: "I'm going to buy two sets of clothes tomorrow, and then we'll get out of here first."

"No, we have to wait here for the others to meet up." To my surprise, Vincott dismissed my plan.

"How do you know they will definitely come here? Could it be..." I thought of a possibility.

"I made a mark." Wen Kete smiled, with a look of victory, and raised a palm, which was bloody.

A piece of information immediately popped into my mind: NK-B03, olfactory tracking, can lock on anyone who knows the smell of their blood... I think, I know why Andre and Gray can't escape Vincott's tracking The reason.

"Anthony?" Unknowingly, I asked out loud.

"That's right," Vincott admitted frankly.

"Three days, we'll wait for them for three days. If they don't come, we will transfer immediately. You can't make sure that Anthony won't be caught by them!" I compromised, but insisted on this one condition.The longer we stay here, the more dangerous it is, and we only have enough money to buy clothes for three days.

"it is good!"

"Give me a cup of Kamega." He spread the money flat on the bar, and pushed it over with his index and middle fingers.

It is not uncommon for middle- and lower-class people like me who wear cheap clothes and can only afford bad wine to drink in bars. The bartender put a glass that was [-]% full in front of me without saying a word.

The beige liquor was swaying in the glass, I took a sip, leaned against the bar counter, and looked at the people on the dance floor and seats.

After making an appointment with Vincott to stay here for three days, I went out early the next morning to buy a change of clothes, some food, drinking water, and then barely cleaned the toilet in a small abandoned park behind the building , remove the body odor.

Just like what Vincott said, the effects of the gas almost disappeared on the second day, and people like him with the weakest resistance can move freely, so Munn and Arthur should have recovered earlier.It's just that two days have passed, and I haven't seen them coming. On the contrary, the guards have been strengthened during the day, so I decided to go to the bar to find out the news.

That's why I'm here now, drinking Kamacha and looking at the men and women around me.

I look like a low-class male prostitute who comes here to sell his body for money. His clothes are tucked into his trousers to show his waist, and he is holding the worst wine. I want people to think so.This kind of identity will not attract too much attention, and it is very convenient to inquire about the news.

But sometimes, disguise brings convenience and trouble at the same time. I didn't expect that my ordinary appearance can also arouse other people's "sexual interest".

The waiter pointed to the second floor and asked me to go up with him. Seeing this posture, I was not allowed to refuse at all.

I looked up, and the big potted plants blocked my view. I knew that I couldn't see upstairs, but it didn't mean they couldn't see me.The second floor is the site of the class above us, the lower class. From the top down, all our actions are under their noses.

I don't want to cause any disasters that I can't deal with. I just found out that Dick received a group of mysterious forces. I haven't told Vincott that we have to leave early.

As soon as Vincott said that the gas was only useful to them, and Fili was not affected at all, I had a vague guess who was after them.Only the people in the research institute can produce the gas specially for us people. There are too many drugs injected in the experiment before, who can guarantee that there is no restriction they put on us just in case.

It's just that I don't know how much they know about our details, whether they have all the personnel's information...

Walking on the stairs leading to the second floor, I looked down while walking up, and I had a panoramic view of the well-shaped dance floor and the bar next to it.I understand the mood of the people on the second floor. Looking at the various interactions of the various people below from such a height is like watching a clown farce. This is a kind of joy in their barren lives!

The waiter led me to the door of a box next to the railing, knocked lightly on the door, and left.

To be honest, I don't think the person inside is really interested in me sexually, just trying to play tricks on me.So how do you show what they want to see?Do you pretend to be an inferior male prostitute who is cowed by big shots, or do you see that you have a chance to make a difference and try your best to curry favor and want to step up to the sky?As for how to get out, just take one step at a time.

I took a deep breath, put on a flattering smile, pushed open the door, and then my smile froze.

There were three people in the box, one of whom was someone I knew.

"Long time no see..." The man slowly raised a hand, and there was a set of codes in the palm: LM-A17.

"It's you!" I restrained my smile. I thought about where he would be and how he was doing, but I didn't expect to meet him under such circumstances.

I didn't call him his number, and he didn't call me that either, and it would be weird to have a coded name for anyone.So, after leaving the institute, the first thing I did was to give myself a name - Lun.

Before I had any reaction, I was pushed from behind by someone, and I was pushed into the box, and the door closed behind me with a "touch".Now, even if I originally planned to escape by blending in with the crowd, it was impossible to carry it out, so I had to stare with LM-A17.

Maybe it's because we haven't talked for too long, which made the other two feel weird. The person who is obviously from Area C laughed and said: "Mr. Julian, you are taking this person to find a place to "talk" ,still?"

It contains a vulgar meaning of joking among gangsters in the sub-block. I have been at the bottom for a long time, so I naturally know the meaning of this ulterior motive, but the strange thing is that LM-A17 did not recognize it.I originally thought that he also relied on his own ability to stay in this kind of place until now, but looking at it now, there is something strange.

"Alright." LM-A17 nodded in agreement with the man's proposal, and wanted to find a place to "talk" with me.

"Julian, don't forget our mission!" A person sitting next to LM-A17 stretched out his hand, wanting to stop him from acting recklessly.

"This is also part of the mission..." LM-A17 gave the man a cold look.

"What, you said he is too..." The man nervously pulled out his gun and pointed it at me.

"Put the gun down, his ability can't hurt anyone, and he's not one of those people." LM-A17 grabbed the man's pistol, and the frost covered the whole gun at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Injured by LM-A17's ability, the man threw off the pistol with an "ah", and looked at him in shock and fear while holding his right hand that was frostbitten in an instant.

Still the same wayward and reckless behavior!

I don't care about how ordinary people will react when they see this ability...

I looked at the injured person sympathetically, but felt a little joy in my heart. The unchanged temperament of LM-A17 reassured me a lot.

"I said, I hate seeing this kind of thing." LM-A17 turned his gaze to the one in area C: "Didn't you say you were looking for a place?"

"Ah, yes," he came back to his senses, knocked on the box door, and said to the person who opened the door, "Take Mr. Julian to the VIP room on the third floor."

LM-A17 simply pulled my arm, almost carrying me up to the third floor.

"Who is with you?" After entering the room, I sat down on the sofa, knowing that he was still the same as before, so I no longer had any scruples.

"Dr. Harwick's people." LM-A17 followed me and sat opposite me, staring at me with eyes that seemed to be condensed with frost.

"What do they do? Is it the same as the ACC Ability Research Institute?" I frowned.

"I don't know, but he seems to have obtained some information in the ACC."

"So I found you?" In this case, I can understand.

"And you..." LM-A17 pointed at me, "He is going to rebuild the ACC Ability Research Institute."

"How is it possible!" My face suddenly turned pale, "The place was so completely destroyed, how could he rebuild it by himself!"

"He got help from those who built the institute, so come back, TL-C01!"

LM-A17 called out my number, and this unfamiliar number made me shiver.

"I won't go back!" Although the life outside is hard, there will be no experiments again and again, no injections of various hormones, and no nakedness like a white mouse connected to a catheter Put it naked in the culture fluid... You won't long for it if you haven't touched freedom, but I have already touched it, so I don't want to go back to being that caged bird.

"Why?" LM-A17 looked at me strangely, "What is there to do outside?"

"Then what's the point of going back to the research institute? They will be experimented on from head to toe, and then you will be dissected after death like your body?" I saw LM-A17's expression was a little loose, and I knew his ability Powerful but very weak, the body that died unexpectedly in the experiment is the only knot in his heart.Anyone who sees a "specimen" soaked in a huge vertical tank that is almost exactly the same as himself will be affected, especially if he is equivalent to his "father"-even if he does not have the so-called sense of parents.

"Have you been out for a while, isn't it novel to see things on the street? Don't you think their lives are completely different from your own?" I continued to induce, "LM-A17, do you want to live outside with me? look?"

The way he looked at me fluctuated slightly, and the second I thought I had succeeded, a heavy blow hit my stomach...