Doomsday Egg

, He always felt that Phil was a bit strange—a lot of information and clues were piled up for him one moment before he could figure it out, but the next moment he told him that the pile of things just now had nothing to do with him, anyway, Lilith would return safely own side.

"It's as simple as that, you deserve it for solving Jetson."

Phil pulled out a tissue to help the boy wipe his mouth, and smiled at Kelan, narrowing his eyes.

Laugh a little fake.

In the center of the dark room, there is a rectangular transparent box. The lights are deliberately shot from all sides, reflecting the colorful and flying butterfly creatures, wandering among all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, no matter from which angle you appreciate them. , are like moving picture scrolls, beautiful and indescribable.

The door not far away opened, and the slender figure of a young man approached the butterfly box swayingly. His long messy hair half covered his pale and bony face and shoulder blades, and his large loose round-neck shirt drooped listlessly on his body. , making the almost skull-like figure even more dejected, he stroked his claw-like fingers on the transparent glass, staring at the pairs of wings dancing inside the box, silently shedding tears.

"When will I be like you... How long will I have to wait..."

He muttered to himself.

"Clang!"

Within a few minutes, the door he just entered was opened again, and a man's voice sounded eagerly.

"Young master, you are here, the master has been looking for you, please go back to your room as soon as possible!"

"What's the matter?" The young man responded coldly, without looking at anyone, still admiring the beautiful scenery in the box.

"Because... because there is a new medicine coming..."

The more the man talked, the more confident he became. It was obvious that he had been asked this question more than once, and he had answered this question more than once.

"Understood, I will go in a while."

"...Huh? Oh, oh."

Unexpectedly, the young man showed no resistance, which startled the other party, and hurriedly backed out with a nod and bow.

"Humph."

The boy sneered at the closed door. He walked to the side of the butterfly box, pushed up the narrower glass side, reached into the box, grabbed a grass leaf attached to the chrysalis, and put it in the box. In his mouth, he began to chew.

"I don't expect you... He will help me, and only he can help me."

He squirmed the corners of his mouth and closed the glass box, showing a happy expression for a moment as if he was hugging his own child.

At 11:[-] that night, Phil drove Kelan and the little boy to an alley in a dark street.

"Think about it carefully, I haven't given you a name yet!" Phil stopped the car, and made an exaggerated fist-thumping gesture as if he had suddenly realized, "Hey, Dad, what should our child be called?"

He yelled at Kelan who was sitting in the passenger seat, causing the latter to roll his eyes.

"Phil, Phil..."

The little boy in the back seat clicked his mouth and read the characters of his name indistinctly. He put his little hand on the shoulder of the man who was smiling happily, and rubbed his head affectionately.

"Oh my God, this child is so cute, he can pronounce my name if I teach him. I said this father, when Lilith comes back, we will have a pair of twins to raise."

"Are you annoying..." Kelan hugged his arms unbearably, and his fingers almost pinched into the flesh—from morning to now, his brother has been making such unnutritious complaints His ears were already callused, "Let me ask again, Phil, are you hiding something from me?"

"What's the matter, no..." Phil responded to Kelan, while continuing to laugh with the little boy, "Hey, can I call you Cole, Cole Fett, ah, Fett is my great-grandmother I think your surname sounds very nice, so let’s decide, right? Dad?”

"Phil, come down."

Kelan finally decided not to continue listening to someone's nonsense, pushed the door and went out.

Phil, who was grinning from ear to ear, froze and fell silent the moment the door closed, revealing the killing aura of an intermediary assistant. He lightly touched the boy's head, and then pushed the door open. got out of the car.

"what are you playing?"

After Phil got off the car, Kelan grabbed him into the alley and pressed him against the wall.

"What are you playing?"

Phil avoided Kelan's eyes and looked into the depths of the alley.

"You think I don't know what kind of person you are. You used to be like this. Whenever you hide something from me, you will talk too much. You always talk about something. For example, the time of 'Alligator Boy', I didn't let You go to Jetson to help you make up your own mind, what happened? That bastard treats you..."

"Don't talk about it, I'm cheap, I voluntarily, it has nothing to do with you."

Phil pushed Kelan, broke away from his hand, and turned away from him.

"Phil!"

This time, Kelan was really angry, and grabbed Phil by the shoulder to pull him back. As a result, although the goal was achieved, it also came with an additional product—the turned Phil had a... gun.

"Well, I admit, I did hide one thing from you."

Holding the weapon in his hand, Phil spoke quietly.

"Varied……"

The reality was so unbelievable that Kelan didn't come back to his senses for a while, and kept his original posture until Phil spoke again...

"That is, I have always loved you deeply."

boom--!

...and shoot.

ACT13: Betrayal

Out of the instinct of professional defense, Kelan dodged the moment the gun fired, but because the distance was too close, the bullet still hit his arm, but what was immediately felt was not severe pain, but a feeling of paralysis that spread rapidly.

Realizing that it was an anesthesia bomb, Kelan kicked the gun away from Phil's hand, and while he was squatting down due to the impact, he ran behind him and strangled him with the arm that was not shot. neck, pinning him to the ground with the weight of his body.

"What the hell are you doing...?!"

Kelan restrained Phil and questioned loudly in his ear, but at this moment he found that most of his body had lost consciousness, as if he was filled with hydrogen gas, and he was floating all over, and gradually he didn't even know whether he was exerting force or not.

"Hmph...haha..."

Phil smiled sinisterly, and broke free from Kelan's oppression with a slight bow. He looked down at his brother who was half lying on the ground and was still staring fiercely at him, showing a sad expression. expression.

"why would……"

With his last strength, Kelan could only squeeze out these words, and he quickly collapsed on the ground, only squinting upwards at Phil.

Although they have maintained the relationship between the killer and the intermediary assistant for a long time, he has always trusted him!What's more, they have known each other since they were young, and they had a passionate covenant of life and death together under the impulse of passion. He never thought that he would be betrayed by his brother!

why why……

{I have always loved you dearly. }

Love……?

What is that?

Can trust be betrayed because of love?

Kelan slowly closed his eyes, and the imprinted image left in his pupils and mind was—the moonlight sprinkled on Phil's pretty face, reflecting the dark despair in his eyes.

"How did you get to this area..." The black-haired young man with a red crystal inverted cross on his left ear stood at the entrance of the dark street and touched his nose. Are there too many factors..."

The dark street is an extrajudicial place where homeless people, hooligans, and prostitutes gather. Even the black forces covering the New York area don’t care about it. There are almost no shops here, but it is full of narcotics and drugs that are secretly circulated. Smuggling|smuggling arms, and abounding in people who have become crooked because of experiments in informal research institutions.

"Ken sir, there is a suspicious car parked at the alley over there! But there is no one on it..."

One of his subordinates rushed back in a hurry, pointing in one direction and shouting loudly.

"Idiot! Keep your voice down!"

Ken hit the headbutt on the bluffing guy.

It's a pity that his vigilance was too late. Some restless eyes lurking in the shadows had noticed their existence and locked on their targets one after another—in fact, even if his subordinates were not ostentatious, they were too conspicuous. The dress in the white coat is out of tune with everything here.In a word - this kind of attention will make their next trip very passive, and I am afraid that they will be surrounded and beaten before they find what they are looking for.

Ken made a silent gesture to his subordinates, and pulled him carefully out of the alley.

He is not afraid of fighting, the problem is that he doesn't want to cause a commotion, because there is no guarantee that there will be no eyeliner of other research groups around here-he can't let others take advantage of it in vain.

"What should I do? Ken sir..."

"Didn't you say that the experimental subject is in danger of mutating, in case we can't recover it in time..."

"Boss, what can I do..."

Several other subordinates also came back, hopping around Ken's side without any idea.

"Hey, I didn't say no way."

Unable to bear it, Ken pushed everyone away, took out a small box from his inner pocket, and opened it gently.

With the sound of buzzing, a few bee-like creatures flew out of the box, circled over Ken's head, and rushed towards the dark street.

"Ken, Sir Ken, isn't that the possessed bee that is still in the experiment? They don't know the NIT experiment subjects, right? If it causes harm..."

"It's okay," Ken snorted, folded his arms and raised his chin to look towards the direction of the dark street. "If this level can't be solved, it won't be the Q-NIT we want."

When Kelan opened his eyes again, he found that his hands were handcuffed to an iron pipe, and his back was leaning against a cold room.