The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

In the dark basement, the pale and dim light flickered from time to time. It seemed that there was some bad contact. The silent black-haired boy twitched his fingers, but there was no more movement. With the weight of the whole body, the back is pressed against the wall, and the toes barely touch the ground.

He has already woken up and is quietly observing the environment he is in at this time.After all, if someone else just killed the target and suddenly loses consciousness, if he wakes up and is already in an unfamiliar environment, he should be vigilant and cautious.

This is the thought of several people watching the scene through the screen.However, in fact, the boy whose face was covered by the hanging hair showed a rather strange expression.

Mr. A has also encountered a situation where he was controlled by drugs or other means, but usually at this time, the other self will knock on the system, just like he stabbed Amuro in the back before, and he will wake up soon. come over.

This time Qiu Zeyao was in a coma and could not support off the field. He was actually more cautious than before, and was prepared to call for foreign aid in case of any accident.But when the task is successful, it is inevitable to relax and fail to respond in time.

His communication with the system has become less and less, not because the relationship has deteriorated or the like, but because the system has become less active. After the initial period of time, after Mr. A got used to here, the other party gradually disappeared. presence.

Although he would still respond immediately when he called, except for those times, Mr. A could feel that the other party had almost no fluctuations in his mind or soul, as if he was dormant.

He can also control the body through the transfer station of the system, and call auxiliary functions that have already lost even a nominal fee.

And the system will only wake up when he actively speaks and buys props, generating enough data fluctuations for him to perceive.

Mr. A guesses that the other party does not know the external situation when he is in a dormant state.Although it is not clear why the system is passively slowing down.

But he actually felt pretty good. After all, no one wants to expose their entire life to someone else, so he is quite happy to hear it.

So he hesitated before, and in the end he didn't ask the system to stare at him—as long as he was cautious, it shouldn't be a big problem, and it might not happen this time—so he set a flag for himself.

However, the reason for his strange expression was not actually a flag.

Mr. A finally raised his head, and with a slight movement, he could feel the obvious dull pain coming from all over the body. The large and small wounds were unevenly distributed on this body, which had been treated hastily and maintained at a level that would not deteriorate but It's not necessarily in a good state, most of the injuries are from his own hands.

He actually knew the extent of the injury, but at this moment he pretended to check it, and then looked around, as if he felt the strangeness of being spied on.But it's hard to tell where the camera is in dim light.

Next, a guard with a key should come in and give him information and warmth.

Mr. A moved his stiff body to prevent the embarrassing scene that he could not even lift his legs due to limb paralysis.

Sure enough, the door was opened quickly, and a tall and thin man walked in. His eyes were sunken, his face was haggard, his whole body was abnormally thin, he was probably an addict? He opened the door while cursing and doing it with great reluctance. live.

He came by himself, Mr. A's eyes lit up slightly.

When the two sides saw each other for the first time, they both thought it was great.

The thin and tall man saw that there was a small boy with a slender figure and was injured. Judging by the tattered clothes, he probably was not light. If he couldn't even lift his legs, he didn't have to worry about losing control. The situation happened.

Mr. A also felt that his situation was not very good, so at first glance, the person he saw was a bad guy at home and abroad, and he was relieved, thinking that this time he was stable.

The thin and tall man stepped forward, without rushing to spray the medicine, he stretched out his hands to pinch the sides of the opponent's jaw and raised his face to have a look.

The boy's face was still stained with dried blood, and his face was as pale as a sheet of paper, especially when a few dark reds fell on it. He was forced to raise his head, half-opened his eyes, and looked forward with a pair of clear gray pupils without focus. The face still looks like a student. The child who should have lived carefree in the ivory tower has experienced inhuman torture. At this moment, he looks like a broken doll. Good way to arouse people's sadism.

The thin and tall man rolled his Adam's apple, looked back, and saw that the door was empty, he was the only one here.

He was about to turn his head, when a gust of wind suddenly rang in his ears, and then something wrapped around his throat, with a click, before he could react, he lost consciousness.

His body was dragged to the side of the wall, Mr. A let go of his legs, his eyebrows twitched, and he almost grinned.

it hurts...

Not long ago, he bought the props to block pain for the first time, because the potion that can make people hypersensitivity is really not something ordinary people can stand, and now the expiry date of the props has expired.However, there seemed to be a little bit of medicine remaining, which was just on the border of tolerable.

With the corner of his mouth trembling, Mr. A took out the key from the waist of the corpse, put it in his hand with ingenuity, quickly opened the shackles, and turned around in the small basement a few times, but did not find the camera without accident.

But there must be something here, not just the feeling of being watched, but also because he has heard the arrangements of those people before.

He quickly left from the basement.

There was another person on the ground. He didn't look like a good guy, but his physique was stronger than the previous guy.

Mr. A held his breath, and passed quietly from behind, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he knocked the man to the ground, and put the knife he got from the tall and thin man on the other man's neck.

"I'm asking you, or I'll die." He tried his best to breathe steadily, but he was still out of breath when he spoke, and his voice was hoarse and vain, with a feeling of sternness and embarrassment.

The man's eyes rolled wildly, but his joints were counteracted, and this posture was useless at all, so he had to nod in order to save his life.

He was engaged in human trafficking, but not all of it. Strictly speaking, being a human trafficker was just a part-time job for him. All he handled were valuable goods, and his main business was smuggling arms? Firearms.

Mr. A has known the intelligence of the mission target before, so he naturally knows that this munition belongs to the target Bitjiu.

So it was Bit Wine who wanted to sell him. This development is actually quite reasonable. Not long ago, he was simply abused by Bit Wine who was almost assassinated. It's not incomprehensible that he sold to some guys with perverted hobbies.

If I remember correctly, the next step should be...

He found the phone from the second body, unlocked it with his fingerprints, and sent an email to a well-known address.

He received the reply letter while driving. Mr. A held the steering wheel with one hand and glanced at the content.

At this moment, nearly three days have passed since the release of the task. The work has not been completed, and the two-day deadline is naturally out of the question. He reported to the boss that the information he should know has already happened, and promised to do it next time, and the other party wrote back saying , the task is cancelled.

Bitters are now their pals again.

and then?

Then there is no more, for his subordinates who worked for his life and death were maliciously abused by his good partners and almost sold, he said nothing, loyal dogs will be wronged.

What's more, his ghost may not be very loyal, but Boss is still firmly on the side of Bit Wine.

Good guy, you are the one who wants to kill him, and you are the one who protects him.

Mr. A threw the mobile phone out of the window, and the fuselage was ruthlessly run over by the tires.

He didn't repair the wound, because it might be needed later.

He now knew that Bit Wine had never betrayed him from the very beginning, the other party had always belonged to the Boss, and this time it was just a setup by the Boss.

Because he lived too long, the plan failed, and he died, the plan succeeded, and he was about to embark on the road of becoming Rum's true confidant.

Unexpectedly, one day he would also experience the feeling of a three-faced spy.

Mr. A knows how much he is, and all the victories are heaped up with his injuries and lives.

But other people don't think so. In the eyes of others, his strength is unfathomable. His level has been upgraded step by step from cold weapons to nuclear weapons.

Not for Rum, nor for the boss who issued the task.

Rum wanted to give the organization a strong dose of medicine for the long-term illness, and the Ghost Project was born from this. It was not easy to convince the old boss with a rusty brain. The first candidate for the Ghost It is very important, it just happened that Mr. A entered his eyes.

When choosing this person, it was actually no different from a death sentence. Knowing that the other person would die soon, he would be more indulgent in various things, so there was a misunderstanding of Rum's confidant.

However, day after day passed, and the dead man was still alive, and the opponent's ability exceeded his expectations. While Boss was going through the mental journey of "It doesn't matter → this is a talent to save money → why is this guy still not dead?" Rum also experienced. Peace of mind to give away someone to sacrifice → This seems to be a talent but now it belongs to someone else and I start to regret → Fuck the emotional change that is not dead yet.

It's impossible to say that he didn't bother to recruit, but he didn't have much contact with Mr. A, and he knew very little about Mr. A.

After all, no one would bother to understand the dead.So he didn't contact Mr. A rashly, after all, the other party is essentially the boss's subordinate.

In case this person turned around and made a whistleblower, wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss if the Boss found out that he wanted to rebel.

That's right, rebellion.

No matter how good the second in command is, it is not as good as the first in command.

Rum is so active in cleaning up the organization's garbage. On the one hand, it certainly has the meaning of making the organization stronger and stronger. On the other hand, it is also because most of the moths are old people. Only after they die can fresh blood flow in continuously to enrich the organization. increase his power.

And Boss is not unaware of this, he suspects that Rum intends to seize power.But the other party's performance was beyond reproach, and the placement of the eyeliner was not smooth. One time when I was having a headache, I suddenly thought of Mr. A.

"He's awake!"

In front of the screen, several men and women in white coats immediately looked at the picture above.

"Where did you wake up?"

"Strange...he really moved just now."

When the young man raised his head, several white coats all made a wow sound, "So he was observing the situation just now, he was very vigilant, his judgment and thinking ability are intact... so far it seems that no adverse reactions have occurred."

"Don't be too happy. There have been a few similar cases before. Their problem lies in memory, which cannot be found through basic examinations. It must be returned to normal life to be reflected."

"Uh……"

"The brain is a mysterious field, and the spiritual world is as complicated as a spider web, and it affects the whole body."

His cheeks were slightly flushed, and he smiled excitedly, "The memory palace is precise and loose, as long as you make sure that the first two do not make mistakes, the rest is just a matter of probability."

As long as the faulty memory does not interfere with the ultimate goal, their first success occurs.

that is……

Mr. A looked at the stars in the distant sky, thinking about it while driving.

If you pretend to forget Toru Amuro, can you deceive the other party?

Anyway, he didn't know where his cell phone went, so he might as well take the opportunity to change his cell phone number and avoid him.

But Akizawa Yao is still there.

So say it!Obviously this is also considered a scientific world, right?Do normal people think that two people are actually the same person?

Is Toru Amuro a bug?