I think my boss is more or less seriously ill, at least of the paranoid kind.

I don't know him at all, even if the "Odin incident" is counted, it should be that he fought with the chief of the Chinese intelligence agency. I was just a small role in the incident, and was finally silenced by the people he sent out.

But Director Clive didn't say anything more.

Most of the time, he was very friendly. Even if I tried to escape again and again, he just arrested me, injected me with drugs and threw me into the laboratory for two days of confinement, without any anger on my face.

Later, I also realized that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t escape.In order to paralyze the boss, he slowly became obedient, and tried his best to cooperate with the scientific research staff every day, and finally won a chance to leave the base.

Then, Clive found me a partner (monitor) - Tyrese.

Tyrese is a German, Aryan in appearance, with dark blond hair, tough lines, three-dimensional features, high nose bridge and deep eye sockets. The only "fly in the ointment" is that he does not have a pair of blue eyes.

I later learned that Tyrese used to have blue eyes.It's just that after the mutation, the reptile gene affected the eye color, turning it into an inorganic golden brown.When using abilities or getting emotional, he will even change into vertical pupils.

"What species of lizard is he?" I asked curiously.

"Who said he was a lizard?" The experimenter in a white coat asked curiously, as if I was illiterate, "Is the vertical pupil a lizard?"

Most reptiles have inorganic vertical pupils, and the ancestors of reptiles were dinosaurs in ancient times.

"Dinosaurs reverted to their ancestors and mutated, and they fused a variety of dinosaur genes." The experimenters talked about Tyrese, as if they were talking about their own big baby, full of showing off and praise.

He is indeed qualified to be proud. There are tens of thousands of experimental subjects in the base, but only a few hundred succeeded in the end, and only a few can reach S level.

Tyrese was one of them, and of course, so was I.

Unlike me being forced to mutate, Tyrese was originally an agent of Clive. He was extremely loyal to the director, even if he mutated into a cold-blooded reptile, he had no intention of betrayal.

Clive chose to let him spy on me, which was a smart and reasonable decision.

"Although Tyris is stronger than me, once I leave the base, the situation will change, and I may not have no chance to escape." I put on a clean shirt and challenged Clive.

Yes, that's right, because this guy has a very good temper, and he won't get angry if you scold and provoke him casually.

Sure enough, Clive didn't get angry, he just stroked his chin and said, "You can try."

Try and die!

The result was that Tyrese beat me up and I lay in the recovery ward for two weeks, unable to get my arms and legs back.Other patients only need one bed, and I need six beds combined to accommodate my fluffy tentacles.

Clive stood at the head of the bed looking at my mummified face, holding a plate of charcoal-grilled octopus tendons in his hand.

"This is?" I asked tremblingly.

Clough cut a section full of sympathy, and stuffed it into his mouth deliciously: "Your arm and foot were bitten off by Tyrese."

I:……

"I thought I'd cut it off. Don't waste energy. You've been out before, so you know how difficult the conditions outside are. The base supports so many people, and I'm under a lot of pressure." Clive was extremely sincere, and took a few more bites.

I:……

Eat, eat, eat, why not poison you to death? !

But what Clive was right about was that things were really, really bad out there.Genesis particles are constantly self-reproducing, and the concentration in the air is getting higher and higher, which is likely to cause the second and third mutations.

There are ten rooms and nine empty rooms outside the base, and there are not many scattered living people.

Even if I can escape, I have to face the threat of food crisis and other monsters.Join another base?Thanks, if it wasn't for the beautiful country, I might still consider this outlet.

The beautiful national style is tough, and other base leaders may not have such a good temper and tolerance as Clive.

After that time, I became completely "honest" and stopped causing trouble when performing tasks.After a long time, I have become more and more in harmony with Tyrese.Of course, you still have to run, but you need to think about it in the long run.

Clive has no objection to this, whether I resist or obey, whether I run away or accept my fate, he treats me with the same attitude.

Until Anna betrays.

Miss Secretary has since disappeared in the base, and no one knows whether Clive killed her.

I once asked, but Clive just smiled with a good temper, shook his head and said, "I can't tell you about this."

The biggest trouble caused by Anna's betrayal was the passing of a copy of Genesis Particle information.

To this end, Clive ordered his agents to recover the intelligence.

Anna gave that intelligence to her cousin Nora, who was also a former government employee.After Nora got the information, she wanted to sell it for a good price.

Although the end of the world is approaching and the governments of various countries are almost paralyzed, especially small countries, there will always be political power in places where human beings gather.

Some of them rely on their weapon inventory, some rely on their ability to mutate, some rely on their connections... They are all eager to go further in the troubled times.

This information on "Genesis Particles" can transform many forces, and it will also make Clive a target of public criticism.

"Retrieve the information and kill all those who know it, leaving no one alive."

Knowing that she was being hunted down, Nora kept hiding her identity, never daring to go to a large base, and spent the night in the ruins with a few free wanderers.

Until two days ago, Clive received a message: Nora died, and died with the agent.

Nora is not a weak woman, but the reason why the secret service team was completely wiped out was because there was a group of mutant cockroaches in the supermarket, and the intelligence might also fall into the cockroach nest.

Clive sighed and finally dispatched Tyrese and me.

"Several other S-level mutants have missions." Clive looked at me helplessly.

Normally, he wouldn't let me go too far from base, but this time there was really no man.

"Don't run away, Sanin," he said meaningfully; "you know, I can always find you."

Ha ha, guess I can run or not.

Those who don't run away are bastards!

But there is also a strategy for escaping. I can't run for my life just outside the gate of the base.If he did that, he would definitely be beaten by Tyrese again, losing more than a dozen arms and legs, and lying on the bed in the medical room writhing in distress.

I decided to carry out the order seriously, and Tyrese traced to the large supermarket, and finally found the bodies of Anna and the agents.

Their faces are blue and white, and their eyes are protruding and hollow. Except for their faces, they belong to humans, and their entire bodies have turned into huge cockroaches. There are dense white eggs in their stomachs, which are pregnant with countless small cockroaches.

I decided to do the world a favor by dousing the cockroach nest with gasoline I found in a junk car and setting it on fire.

Tyrese's eyes turned into golden-brown vertical pupils, obviously this dinosaur hates cockroaches.

"Are you afraid of bugs?" I laughed.

Terris had a cold face and shook his head silently. He is a saw-jawed gourd.I don't know what Clive told him. We have been partners for so long, except for work needs, he didn't say a word to me.

We searched the entire supermarket before burning down the cockroach nest, but we found no whereabouts of that information.

According to the investigation of the previous batch of agents, the last person Nora came into contact with in her life was the mediocre Texas farmer Lawrence in front of her.

Regardless of whether the information is in his hands or not, according to Clive's instructions, we must kill him and silence him.

No matter how long it has been, it is impossible for me to like blood, especially the blood of innocent people.But Tyrese is my partner and a watcher sent by the boss.If I work hard, he will be the strongest support. If I dare to betray Clive, he will make me a plate of takoyaki and give it to the boss to taste.

My hand holding the chocolate bar stopped in mid-air for a long time, Lawrence was still very vigilant, instead of taking it, he took a step back.

I shrugged, put the bar back, and reintroduced myself.

Since the end of the world, surviving humans have been accustomed to traveling together, even if they are "free wanderers" who refuse to join any base.

And a large densely populated city is more dangerous than a deserted small town, so our story of "travelers fleeing from the city to the countryside together" is unremarkable, but we can't find mistakes.

We don't expect Lawrence to be very enthusiastic. If he comes up and behaves like "it's old at first sight", we will suspect a conspiracy.

But Lawrence couldn't refuse us to spend the night in the cabin.

Two-on-one, he's not sure he can beat us.

Besides, these two people are walking outside these days, and they can still wear clean clothes, with a lot of food in their pockets, most of them are ruthless people.

What's more, Lawrence is very lonely, he just lost his last companion a few days ago.

Human beings are social animals, not only can we survive through group cooperation, but more importantly, we have the inner desire for companionship.

He doubts us, but he can only choose us.

It was late at night, and the doors and windows of our log cabin were locked tightly to prevent some inexplicable creatures from breaking in in the middle of the night, who knows what will be outside.Although Tyrese and I are not weak in combat, we don't want to ask for trouble.

Fishing is the last word, what kind of hell life is working overtime at night to fight monsters?

Even if the doors and windows were closed, according to the practice of the homeless, one person had to stay vigil, because Lawrence didn't trust us, he refused to change shifts with us, occupied half of the cabin, and stayed awake until dawn.

I shrugged helplessly, gave Tyrese a look, got into my warm sleeping bag, and fell asleep soundly. Anyway, we still need to inquire about the whereabouts of the information. We don't plan to kill people tonight.

It's good to have Tyrese here, if he has work to do, I'll enjoy it if I'm blessed.

Clive acquiesced to this kind of partner mode.Tyrese doesn't like to talk, and gradually develops the habit of taking care of me.

Tsk, habit, what a scary thing!

Early the next morning, I woke up rubbing my eyes and saw Lawrence chewing hard, hard bread, which was a lot of teeth.

Tyrese unscrewed the can with his bare hands, mixed the luncheon meat, pasta, and corn kernels on a plate, and gave me half.

"It's better to eat hot food." I took it and muttered.

Tyrese ignored me, anyone who dares to start a fire and cook indiscriminately in the wilderness is either a boss or courting death.

The cold canned food was not good, I was sleepy and my head was drowsy, there was no taste in my mouth, it was really hard to swallow.

I don't know why, after living in Clive's base for a few months, I became extremely picky. It may also be that the boss is too obedient to me in terms of material conditions.

After the apocalypse, even when I said I wanted to eat steak Wellington and puff pastry, I got it for me within a few hours. God knows, I just wanted to hate him.

Since ancient times, it has been difficult to change from extravagance to frugality.

I shook my head, took out a jar of wasabi and soy sauce from my bag, and released a soft tentacle the size of a baby's forearm.

Carefully squeezed out the precious seasoning and spread it on the wrist and foot. I was so stimulated that I "hissed" and then I lowered my head and bit off the tip of the wrist and foot.

Octopus sashimi, dipped in soy sauce and wasabi is delicious, the key is freshness!

Eat to order.

Lawrence: ? ? ?

Tyrese:? ? ?

I hugged the soft octopus arms and legs, raised my head and smiled and said, "Have breakfast?"

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