[Comprehensive British and American] Will the golden boy fall in love with the women's clothing

can't hear...

The sound was vague as if there was a layer of water between them, and everything around them became hazy.Randall's vision could only see a dark halo under the sharp stimulation, but he still heard Lula's scream.

Randall stretched out his hand in a daze and grabbed it, but he didn't catch anything. He felt the weight of his body after it fell to the ground, as if a mountain was pressing on it, making him breathless, and he could only let his consciousness a little bit. dissipate.

"Landa! Landa, what's wrong with you!"

Before Dick figured out what happened to Lula suddenly, he saw Randall's head drooping, as if he had passed out.

He was one head and two big at once, and he didn't know what to do, especially Lula looked very painful, her forehead was covered with fine sweat, the little girl's screams gradually became hoarse, and Zuo Dr. La fell into a certain kind of silence after Lula made a sound. The huge face on the screen was no longer ferocious, showing a bit of sluggishness like a dead machine.

Dick squatted down and hugged Randall so that he wouldn't lie on the ground, although the corner of the table that could only lean on one side didn't look much better.Just when he was about to appease the emotionally unstable Lula, the little girl finally stopped torturing her throat, stared blankly at Randall, sat down next to Randall, and finally clenched him hands.

The two people are like exquisite puppets that have been cut off, leaning shoulder to shoulder, and the laboratory returns to silence again. If it is not possible to see the ups and downs of breathing when observing them, this scene may even be shocking. Doubt that this is not the research and development base of humanoid AI?

Dick: "..." In short, the most urgent task is to get them out of here first.

The inside and outside of the laboratory are isolated, and Dick can't contact Xiaoti and the others inside, and the laboratory is also closed because of Dr. Zola and cannot go out.Dick looked around and decided to start with these instruments of Dr. Zola. As long as the other party is not coded in an alien language, Dick will always find a flaw.

When Randall regained his consciousness, it didn't take long for him to find himself walking into someone else's consciousness again—it's a bit imprecise to say so, but he couldn't find a better alternative.

He is like the kind of wandering spirit that possesses other people's bodies, experiencing what the other person has experienced from the first perspective.As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the crowded corridor and the gloomy environment. He could only see the legs of the person in front of him, and there was a person holding his hand next to him. Randall wanted to look up, but this body was not up to him. control.

Whether there is a corpse in Zola's laboratory, no matter how you think about it, it should not be someone's memory before death.Randall only remembers that he passed out because of Zola, and heard Lula's scream before losing consciousness...

I don't know what happened to Lula and Dick.Randall thought about it boredly as he walked in with the crowd.

The air was mixed with the smell of blood and sweat, and there were people in front, back, left, and right. The sound of heavy breathing and the sound of bare feet stepping on the rough soil followed one after another. Randall roughly felt that there were more than fifty or sixty people here.

Judging from the current information, this body should be that of a child. After all, it only reaches about the thigh of the person in front of him. Randall felt it carefully and thought with certainty: This is still a girl.

Some people had shackles on their hands and legs, and when they dragged on the ground, they made a dull sound of iron hitting.Randall guessed that they might be prisoners of some warring countries, or they might be kidnapped and taken hostages.

This corridor is extremely long, and there will be emergency lighting lights every ten meters, making this crowded long corridor even more gloomy.

The person holding his hand held it tighter and tighter, the body couldn't help hissing, and turned to look at the person next to him.

It was vaguely possible to see the outline of a woman, a piece of dirty cloth wrapped her head, and her face was hidden in the shadows, so she couldn't see clearly.The woman raised a finger to her lips and said in a breathy voice, "Don't make a sound."

The girl nodded silently, then lowered her head and stared at the ground again.She had no shoes, and her feet were covered with dirty mud and dry clods, and the soles of her feet ached from walking for a long time.

Randall was enduring the deadly negativity around him, and a clear voice came from ahead, instructing them how to get in.

The man shouted an unknown number and pushed the surrounding men and women into the cell one by one.

Randall was tripped by the woman's strong pull. The woman looked down at her in a panic, and said in a low voice with her fingers upright, "Don't make a sound."

The woman's black hair leaked out from the rags, her brows and eyes were somewhat familiar, and her amber eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist, with a little fear and fear.

Soon it was their turn. A man in uniform was holding a notebook in his hand, drawing on it, glanced at the woman, and said coldly, "'2498', go in quickly."

He pointed to a prison behind him, and there was also a man in uniform standing by the door with a weapon in his hand. The woman wanted to take the child with her, but was stopped by the man, "This is '1036', go over there. "

"This is my daughter, please—" The woman's English accent didn't look like a local, but before she finished speaking, the man impatiently pulled out a long black stick and drew it over, "I let Did you speak!"

The woman covered her face in pain and bent down, but still did not let go of her daughter's hand, and whispered: "This is my daughter..."

The man took another stick on the woman's back, and the dull sound of beating on the flesh made Randall feel uncomfortable.

The girl shouted timidly, "Mom..."

"Shut up!" The man made a gesture to hit the child, the woman turned sideways and hugged her.

Someone shouted something in front of him, and Randall's eyebrows twitched. He realized that it seemed to be in German, and he probably called the name of the man in front of him. Warn men not to go too far.

Half of his sight was blocked by the woman, and the other eye carefully looked at the long black stick in the man's hand.

It seemed to be a baton used by a guard. The style was slightly different from the ones he had seen in the police station. It might be of another model, but there was a logo pattern printed on the handle, which looked very familiar——

Doesn't it look familiar, isn't it the Hydra logo, the red symbol with a sense of religious ceremony, he just saw it in the base of Hydra just now, but he didn't expect that it was also the base of Hydra.

The man above his head gave an impatient 'tsk' sound, the ballpoint pen vigorously scratched on the paper, and kicked them with his feet, "Go over there!"

The woman immediately walked over with her head down and her daughter's hand.

This is an old-fashioned prison, divided into left and right sides, both of which are full of people, and the equipment is not very good. Randall recognized that the walkie-talkies on the waists of the Hydra soldiers were several years ago. Old model.

This should not be a recent memory, at least six or seven years ago.

The cell they walked into was not too big, and there were already a few people sitting listlessly inside.Everyone seemed to have felt numb and let everything go in such an environment. They just raised their eyelids to look at them, glanced at them without emotion, and lowered their hair in silence.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, tied up the loose scarf, pulled him to a corner, and said in a very low voice, "Promise mom, don't make any noise here, okay?"

The little girl nodded.

The woman hugged her tightly and murmured, "Lula, Lula, my moon..."

Randall's brain boomed, and he became bewildered for a moment.

What was she yelling just now?

"Lula, I wish I could take you out of here..."

The little girl buried herself in the woman's arms and gently grabbed her clothes.

So this is Lula's... is it his little girl's hidden past?

Is it the reason why Hydra would spy on Lula?The origin of part of the godhead of the moon goddess Luna appearing in Lula's body?

There is no concept of time in this kind of place. After all the people who came this time were assigned, the man with the notebook left, and the prison fell into silence.

Randall observed for an afternoon and found that the management here is still very regular. The people on guard will change every two hours. The people on their side are ordinary people, such as refugees or They were wanderers, and those imprisoned opposite them were supposed to be mutants or people with superhuman genes. It was they who were part of the shackles just now, and they were used to suppress their abilities to prevent them from escaping.

Food will probably be provided at night. Although it is not hard to swallow and cause them to starve to death, it is definitely not up to the passing standard, and the portion is not enough. Even a child like Lula will have to eat it within a few hours Hungry—no wonder the little girl has become a foodie—of course, people in this kind of place don’t care much, it’s better to have something to eat than starve to death.

Hydra's attitude towards mutants is worse than that of ordinary people. They sometimes take a few people away from them. Most of the mutants who are taken away will never come back, so all mutants are very scared. was pulled away.

This time it was the turn of a certain woman in the cell directly opposite Lula, who had been hiding in the shadows in the corner until she was dragged out by the soldiers.It seemed to be a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl. While struggling, she backed away, shook her head and said, "I don't want, please, don't..."

The soldier beat her with a baton carrying an electric current, and said something in German. In the end, the girl's head was pressed to the ground. The exposed skin was covered with scars, bruises and blood. Her eyes were light gray. Full of tears, shed down the ground, looking straight over, just in line with Lula's sight.

A few strands of dark red hair stuck to her side face like blood, meandering, as if a blood-colored flower had bloomed on her beautiful face.

Randall's heart skipped a beat, and an unspeakable sense of absurdity pervaded him, and he recognized this person.

This is Selene.

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