The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

Mr. A threw away the communicator, and glanced at the unlucky guy who died in front of him. This person was the bodyguard closest to Yuantuo before, and he was obviously deeply trusted, otherwise he would not have been sent here to investigate the situation.

It just happened to be cheap for him.

Use this guy's voice to confuse Gentaku's judgment.The opponent is probably in chaos now, which is much simpler than the original plan.

The red dot displayed on the screen began to move, Mr. A had to feel the opponent's lack of vigilance.

Having never been in close contact with others, can you be sure that there is nothing wrong with yourself?

Of course, he shouldn't be blamed for being too stupid, but Amuro Toru is too smart.

The red dot stops somewhere, and the distance from moving again is about the same as the elevator moving down two floors.

The fish is hooked...

Opening the door with the authority card in hand, Mr. A kicked the unlucky guy into the room, and took away his gun by the way.

The architectural style of the three underground floors is more inclined to the futuristic feeling in the movie. The silver-white metal is inlaid with light tubes, and the light is bright but not dazzling.

This kind of place obviously does not post fire evacuation diagrams on purpose. The complicated route is not friendly to first-timers, but there are always more ways than difficulties.

The closed door shut the screams inside, Mr. A put down the two white coats who were going to press the alarm, and then pointed the gun at the one who hid the fastest, "If you don't want to die, take me to this place, understand?"

The guy who was threatened looked at the corpse on the ground, and then at Mr. A who had the same face with the corpse: "I understand."

Mr. A signaled him to go out first, the muzzle of the gun was always steady, and before the door closed, he threw in the thing that was taken out from behind his waist to start it.

A dull sound came from behind the door, and the only remaining white coat shook like an electric shock, "I can do anything! Don't kill me, I'm still useful!"

Mr. A has no mercy for this kind of inhumane researcher, the muzzle of the gun is placed on the back of the opponent, and he covers it with his clothes to ensure that others cannot see this.

"Prove to me your usefulness."

He threw the palm-sized monitor over.

Behind what this guy can't see, Mr. A has used [Perfect Mask] to become a researcher in the previous room.

This prop is timed by the minute, and it costs 1 per minute, and the permanent version is a price he can't afford.

Let's fight fast.

Mr. A, who has paid 99 for the second time, feels a little toothache.

"Hey, why are you two still running around outside, didn't you stay in the laboratory?"

The guy who was walking towards him took the opportunity to speak and fired directly. The bullet penetrated the researcher's body and hit Mr. A. When the other fell down, he still maintained a happy and winking expression.

Mr. A really didn't expect this person to be so vicious, and he didn't even care about his own life.

After being buffered by the meat shield in front, the power of the bullet was running out. He dodged into the corner and leaned his back against the wall for a while, "I'm fine. It's just a small accident. I can solve it."

If there is no response, maybe the battery is low, or maybe the other party is busy with other things and not listening, I hope it is the latter.

Looking for another way to find a way...

trouble……

Yuantuo locked himself in the office. The decoration style here has nothing to do with the future style, even a little old. The all-wooden furniture makes it look elegant.

The room without any trace of change made him calm down a little, but the uneasiness in his heart did not disappear.

The other party is the organization symbolized by the crow. They penetrate everywhere the dark shadow is. Yuan Tuo has seen its power. Now, after nearly 20 years, the power of the other party will only be stronger than before.

He circled around anxiously, finally deciding to confirm the existence of the thing with his own eyes.

The external construction of this office took a lot of effort. Even armor-piercing bullets are difficult to penetrate, and it can resist dozens of catties of explosives? Under certain circumstances, it cannot pass the judgment of the system.

Now the only person who can open the door is already inside.

Yuantuo took a deep breath, pulled out the green book on the third floor of the bookshelf, and put it on the leftmost side of the seventh floor.

The two-meter-high bookshelf slowly sank into the wall, and then slid open to the side, revealing the silver-white metal door. Yuantuo entered the password, and it opened with a beep. Behind him was a narrow space, where the things he was thinking about stayed intact. in.

Yuantuo breathed a sigh of relief, but the moment he was relieved, there was the sound of the door opening behind him——

But how is this possible?

Yuantuo turned his head, the movement was as big as breaking his neck, and the heavy door was opened under the control of the program, which proved that the other party passed the system verification... No, no, the point now is not this.

Barely suppressing the useless emotions, the corner of the man's mouth curled into a sneer.

A not-so-strong figure appeared at the door. The uniform looked a bit loose for him. There was a wound on his right chest, but it obviously didn't affect his actions. The black muzzle of the gun was aimed directly at the room. The only living person inside.

boom!

The gunshot rang out, but it was not from Mr. A's hand. Three bullets in a triangle shape were fired at the same time, and he only avoided two of them.

Mr. A's first reaction was to hold his breath, and he didn't let any information proving that he was shot go to the wrong place through the transmitter on his body.

Then he raised his gun and fired, and the target had already hid in a small secret room in a dead corner.

tsk...

This was the last bullet in the gun Toru Amuro gave him. Mr. A threw away the empty gun, pulled out the one that came from his waist, and rolled to the side to avoid the second round of shooting.

The heavy door closed slowly.

Blood flowed from the bullet hole in the shoulder, leaving irregular marks on the dark uniform.

"What method did you use to open the door?" The other party was alone and injured, Yuan Tuo already had the chance to win, and he had the leisure to ask. At this moment, he was extremely grateful for the trap he had arranged for insurance.

He picked up the rifle he had taken from the wall.

"Huh... guess what?" Mr. A crushed the transmitter in his pocket.This was installed in his belt before, and it can transmit the sound to Amuro Toru's corresponding headset, which is a condition for the other party to agree to him acting alone.

However, the only communication between Toru Amuro and him is the vibration sensor device inside the watch, which can only communicate in Morse code, and it has not sounded for a long time.

Mr. A was a little annoyed.

Injured again and again... He thought he already had enough strength.But now I realize that this is probably just an illusion brought about by immortality.

His concepts of injury and death have been numb through several resurrections, and the symbols representing the passing of life have been quantified into a series of numbers, so he has never realized it.

In fact, he is not as powerful as others or himself think.

He stood up under Yuantuo's vigilant and puzzled eyes.The body was exposed to the opponent's gun, pointed to the heart, raised his foot forward, smiled and said, "hit here."

There was a calm look in the lead gray pupils, and this confident attitude made the other party fearful.

Yuantuo remembered his action of putting his hand into his pocket before, and was startled.

One side is a pistol with only seven bullets, and the other side is an automatic rifle with a firing rate of more than a dozen per second. In terms of momentum, Yuantuo is at a disadvantage. "Stop!"

Mr. A blinked his sweaty and sour eyes, and took another step forward.

A series of bullets nailed into the wall under his feet and beside him.

The other party repeated sharply: "Stop!"

The marksmanship of the human body outline, but not completely outlined, may be because he is afraid that he is carrying explosive weapons.

There was a slight scorching pain on his cheek, Mr. A let go of the hand holding the gun, and wiped it nonchalantly.

From this point of view, the opponent's marksmanship is not bad, at least better than his own normal level.

But it's not as good as Amuro Toru, otherwise the one just now is already embedded in his head.

"Are you scared? I thought a guy like you was already ready to die."

He took another step forward and kicked the solid wooden table over. The computer and tea set fell to the ground. When the gunshots rang out, he was already hiding behind, and the bullets failed to penetrate the thick table.

Jun A suddenly frowned.

Feet hurt.

The opponent is holding a small-caliber rifle with 30 rounds of bullets. If it was full at the beginning, there are still 8 rounds, or one less.

Yuantuo now also realizes that Mr. A has nothing on him, he was cheated.The annoyance of being teased and the uncontrollable panic of the situation made him curse aloud: "Bastard! A mouse who hides and hides, a mad dog who keeps begging for his master, you don't even know what my experiment means. Even if you take it from me If she takes it away, those guys will only continue their previous stupid behavior!"

Mr. A really doesn't know, but there is no doubt that those drugs come from here, even if the purpose is not the same.

But the families that were harmed by it all existed, and this alone was enough for Mr. A to sentence him to death.

"It seems that you are very dissatisfied with those guys. But unfortunately, your beloved experiment will no longer belong to you from now on. Maybe you can use the last time to pray to God."

Mr. A chuckled, and he could hear the other party's panting of suppressed anger, "You can only do this."

bang bang bang-

The bullets fired quickly passed through the dark coat, Mr. A clenched the handle of the gun and let out a sigh of relief. [Mr. System, get ready. 】

When the air chime symbolizing the exhaustion of bullets sounded, Mr. A leaned out from behind the table, barely aiming, and the bullets shot out from the muzzle of the gun.

Mr. A's gun accuracy has made great progress compared to before.But it takes talent and a lot of experience to achieve shooting without thinking. A momentary distraction in battle will lead to uncontrollable failure. It is also unwise to choose to let the whole body be controlled by the system.

Based on this, he tried to put forward a partial takeover request to the system, like an auxiliary plug-in in the game, to automatically aim according to his heart.

The system agreed.Still charged a little per minute.

At that time, Mr. A thought a lot for a moment. He almost thought that the hosting system proposed to him at that time was to see the pain in his heart.

That's why I helped him out, and that's why I agreed without hesitation when he made requests one after another.

As for the so-called punishment for reporting to the headquarters, this is just what I said casually, and the system just agreed with it.

But why did the system treat him so... well?

Mr. A still didn't say the question that was on his lips, he was silent for a moment, 【Mr. System, thank you. 】

The bullet penetrated the flesh and embedded in the arm bone of Gentaku's gun.

Mr. A shot his two knees one after another, completely crippling his ability to move.

Yuantuo fell to the ground, the rifle and half-changed magazines were in his hand, he screamed out in great pain, "Ahhh!"

Mr. A stepped over him, only saw a USB flash drive, and frowned after confirming that there was nothing else in the room where there was no gap.

One of his inferences about what Yuantuo values ​​is that it is difficult to carry, but this USB flash drive obviously does not meet the requirements.

"Why don't you evacuate here?"

Facing the muzzle of the black hole, Yuantuo sneered intermittently: "Ha...you guess?"

Mr. A intuitively thinks that his attitude is not quite right.

Is this guy's wound...

Mr. A's eyes were attracted by the faintly bulging thing in his wound, and he was caught off guard by the sudden burst of Yuantuo, who grabbed the gun and threw it on the ground with his backhand. This guy's fighting skills are not very superb, but his strength——

"Hmm..." He broke the radius of Mr. A's forearm with his bare hands.

This kind of strength is simply not like that of a human being, it is outrageous.The recovery power of the body is also abnormal. The bullets that bulged out of those gunshot wounds just now have fallen to the ground.

The two wrestled, Mr. A's physical strength was limited by his body size, and he could only be considered above average. The side effects of blood loss also emerged, and one arm was crippled. He could only use his skills to deal with Yuantuo, and gradually fell into the downwind.

In the end, his intact right arm joint was trampled, Yuantuo's knee pressed against his lower back, the weight of an adult man pressed him firmly to the ground, a very heavy punch was firmly placed on his head, and his brain suddenly buzzed. Mr. A pressed his right cheek to the ground and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

It seems that he still wants to fight back after death.He thought vaguely, luckily the transmitter had been destroyed by him...

The expected second blow didn't come as expected, instead there was a slight touch behind his ear, as if someone lifted his hair.

"You..." Yuantuo laughed loudly, "Hahaha, so, so it is, you are..."

boom!

A blood hole suddenly appeared on his forehead, the remaining words stopped abruptly, and his body slumped to one side.

In the blurred vision of blood, occupied by a touch of bright gold, Mr. A accurately grasped the other's arm, "I'm fine."

Of course he's fine.

Mr. A stood up, wiped off the blood on his face with his sleeve, looked at Toru Amuro with an ugly face, and smiled awkwardly, "Why are you here?"

Toru Amuro also looked quite embarrassed, his clothes were stained with blood, obviously not his own.

Unlike Mr. A who used his appearance to get away opportunistically, Toru Amuro broke in all the way alone.

He took out the fragment of the transmitter from Mr. A's pocket, and said with a half-smile: "I'm not the only one who violated the agreement, am I?"

Mr. A has nothing to say.

With one hand behind his back, he scratched his face with the other hand, "Ah, well, there is only one USB flash drive in it. Our guess may be a bit wrong. I originally wanted to ask this guy."

"In the end, he was caught and counterattacked?"

Mr. A: ...

Can we not mention this?

He laughed: "Speaking of which, Brother Tou, how did you open this door?"

"The door is blocked by a gun." Toru Amuro took a deep breath, "Hand out."

Mr. A froze, stretched out his Z-shaped left arm, Toru Amuro frowned suddenly, and his heart rose accordingly.

Fortunately, the other party didn't say much, just walked to the chair in silence, broke off two chair legs with bare hands, tore his clothes, and gave him emergency treatment.

This is Yuantuo's territory, but now it has become their safe zone.

"The ones on the USB flash drive are probably his experimental records."

Sensing Mr. A's tension, Toru Amuro casually talked about his discoveries along the way.

The basement floor has been emptied and has no real value. Mr. A had already confirmed this at the time, so he went directly to the second floor.

It was the place where the human body test of medicine was carried out. Each observation room was carefully divided into groups, and the people who were treated as mice fell on the ground with dry skin and sunken eye sockets. They were silent towards the dead trees.

There is only one place where the original label has been smeared out and replaced by TheSeed written in excited handwriting. This area is empty.

What would make the researchers give up the experimental materials they had worked so hard to select, what would make people cross out a string of numbers, as if it were a software update, used only as a sign of the version number, and rename it.

Toru Amuro accessed the system with the password he asked.Sure enough, a set of data was missing, and he even found a failed product that was simply marked with drugs.

Obviously this is the black water sold outside.

And a project named blackcrow.

No matter what Yuantuo wanted to study, it was obvious that he had succeeded.

And after skimming through the records of the experimental results, Toru Amuro probably guessed his ultimate goal.

Mr. A gasped because his bones suddenly returned to normal. He struggled to hold back the desire to scream, and turned his attention to other places: "So what is the purpose of that guy?"

"You should have seen it." Amuro pointed to Gentaku's corpse, "a kind of body that won't cause people to lose consciousness, only needs to eat a lot of high-calorie food every day, and use drugs regularly to live forever and gain great strength Potion."

That's why he can't beat a mere researcher.

"What about the blackcrow?" Mr. A asked, since he listed the items specially, it means that this guy really wants to sell this thing.

"That's why he has been staying here." Amuro said.

It must be the guy who sold the failed product as a drug that inspired Yuantuo. He carefully selected a drug that was once regarded as a failed product, and planned to use it to create an undead army.

Unless it is hit in the brain, it will heal anyway, and it can be regarded as immortal in a sense.

Although the shelf life of these fighters is very short.But it is not a problem under the premise of a large number of bases.

"Huh?" Mr. A was surprised by the many answers in this slot, "Can this kind of thing really succeed!"

"Well, the feasibility is very small."

Although Japan's police are a little unreliable, it is not a display.Before Yuantuo issued the call, those people had already been locked up, and the so-called undead army would only be a mess.

This guy probably lived on the island for a long time, lacking social baptism, and his thinking has become pure.

After the simple treatment of the wound was over, Toru Amuro let go of Mr. A's hand, and his eyes fell on Gentuo's face that still maintained a laughing expression: "He was at..."

At that time, the situation was urgent, and the shot was fired before he could react. Toru Amuro only vaguely remembered that his hand seemed to be holding Mr. A's hair.

"Uh, I don't know, he suddenly pulled my hair away, and after looking at it, it was like this." Mr. A said truthfully, there was nothing to hide, and he went around with his right hand to gather the hair, "Here, this is it, there is something?"

Amuro Toru paused, "There's a tattoo."

In fact, it is not like a tattoo. It is more appropriate to say that it is a number, which is three square 0s.

Yuantuo's strange reaction, tattoos with the same serial number, Mr. A's unaware reaction, and the thoughts that flashed before resurfaced——

The progress of fighting is too fast, it's not like learning, but it's like the body is recalling them.

memories... memories...

There are also records in the system that can only be traced back ten years ago, from scratch, without any research and development process, and there is no detailed information on moonlight in the information that Rum gave him. He has no way to compare whether the two are consistent, but his intuition tells him It's not that simple.

The person in charge of Moonshine R&D at the time was code-named Rams, Potato Rum, and the affiliation was so obvious. This guy died suddenly 20 years ago, which led to the suspension of R&D.

After that, the Moonlight project was temporarily sealed, until the Miyano couple joined the organization, and the research and development of the silver bullet completely replaced Moonlight.

Mr. A just wondered what kind of tattoo would make people laugh at the sight of it. Now that the pain occupied most of his energy, he didn't continue to think deeply. He walked into the secret room and reached out to take the USB flash drive there.

The red light suddenly lit up.

Mr. A was startled, and noticed that only the palm-sized display on the wall flickered, showing the word on.

Something started.

A fine white mist spread outside the door that was violently damaged by Toru Amuro, which obviously could not be the product of the air humidifier.

Mr. A quickly checked the inside, but found no option to stop, but found a gas mask from the bottom.

Holding the mask, he and Toru Amuro looked at each other.

"I……"

He really didn't expect that the USB flash drive also has mechanisms.

Really...

Amuro was stunned and laughed.

"Put it on..." he said.

If it wasn't for the fact that the outside door couldn't be closed anymore, they could have stayed here until the fog cleared, but now there was only one choice.

There was only one mask, which was obviously prepared by Yuantuo for himself.Probably meant to go out for a walk at this time.

Mr. A glanced hesitantly at the mask in his hand, "The one outside should be similar to Black Crow, right?"

"Well, it won't be TheSeed anyway." Facing the crisis of life and death, Toru Amuro looked relaxed.

"Then..." Why did he still let him wear it, the question stuck in his throat, Mr. A subconsciously didn't want to hear the answer.

It's impossible to wear it, it's obvious that Toru Amuro needs this more than himself.

He just wasn't sure what kind of choice the other party was waiting for him to make with this face that voluntarily gave way.

Are you waiting for his humility?After all, if he fights by hand, even though he is injured, it will be very troublesome to fight.If he directly destroys the mask, he will definitely die.

Or, does Toru Amuro really... think so?

Mr. A's head was throbbing, and the fog was approaching his eyes. Toru Amuro stretched out his hand, as if talking about something, but he didn't hear anything.

The mask was thrown roughly into Amuro Toru's arms by him, Mr. A left a sentence of seeing you on the ground, and ran away without thinking.

I don't want to do multiple-choice questions, so I simply destroy the scene of the question.