Wife is not divorced

When Tang Yiqi saw number 63 again, there were not many people calling her "it" by this number, and people were more inclined to call her "mad dog."

Because that is indeed a mad dog.

Amidst the roar of huge propellers, the transport plane slowly landed on the Star Administration apron.This mission was extremely dangerous, and the notice said that only a few people survived in the two teams sent out.

Tang Yiqi walked with strides, and the assistant quickly followed her, reporting the situation of the mission beside her.

"How many numbers need to be 'replaced'?"

Tang Yiqi asked.

The assistant replied: "The fifth team was completely wiped out, and the sixth team remained 61, 63, and 68, but the report said that 61 was seriously injured and probably needed to be replaced."

Tang Yiqi frowned: "Who is there who can move freely and proceed to the next task?"

"Crazy..." the assistant just said halfway, and immediately wanted to change his words, but at this moment, the transport plane slowly lowered the cabin door, and a cloud of dust surged around.

In the dusty atmosphere, the silhouette of a "person" appeared faintly. Black boots stepped on the gravel, and the tight trousers were torn several times, revealing pale skin.

Her long brown blonde hair was stained with blood, sticking wetly to her side. She looked indifferent, her light-colored pupils were gray, and she just looked at Tang Yiqi like that.

Tang Yiqi raised his eyebrows, his eyes fell on the collar and dog tag she was wearing, and said, "No. 63."

No. 63 bowed and half-kneeled slowly in front of her. She lowered her head reverently and said in a hoarse voice, "Admiral."

The collar is fastened around the neck, the black metal has a cool luster, and a small red dot is flickering, the light spot is dim, hidden in the night.

... It seems that I haven't seen her for a long time.

Tang Yiqi thought to himself, he had heard it many times from other people, such as mad dogs fighting again, killing people again, causing all kinds of troubles.

That man looked thin and weak, but he was crazier than a dog when he fought.Others want to die, but she doesn't hesitate at all.

Every time she attacked, the flesh was tearing with blood. Even if several bones were broken, she would still get up with bloodshot eyes, and bite off the opponent's neck with one bite.

Tang Yiqi hates uncontrolled chess pieces the most, but this chess piece is strong enough and easy to use. Over the years, it has helped her get rid of many serious problems in her heart.

But now, there is only one "big problem" left.

"Go back and have a good rest," Tang Yiqi said in a calm voice, "A week later, when the sixth team is fully filled, you need to go to the Snow Mountain."

No. 63 lowered his head: "Yes."

Tang Yiqi said a few more words, then waved her away, and No. 63 bent down and bowed again, and then walked slowly towards the dormitory.

No. 63 walked slowly, her arms were still dripping with blood, and behind her, the other teammates were hurriedly pushed away from her on stretchers, covered in white cloths.

There are 20 people in the dormitory, and the number changes quickly. This time, there are not many people left in the sixth team. The mad dog is one of the few who can come back every time.When the fifth team saw her push the door open, they immediately stopped talking.

number 63:"……"

No. 63 went straight to the edge of the bed and sat down. She took off her coat, revealing a hideous wound on her arm. She disinfected, applied medicine, and bandaged it expressionlessly.

The whole room smelled of blood.

The wound was torn apart, and the bones were visible, but No. 63 remained silent, as if it was not her own body, but a walking dead skin.

Does it hurt?It doesn't hurt.

Are you scared?not afraid.

Whether it's a torn wound or a broken bone, whether it's poison or suffocation, after you get used to the pain, you won't feel much.

No. 63 put away the remaining gauze and medicine powder. She leaned against the edge of the bed, closed her eyes sleepily, and slid slightly.

Some voices came from the ear, and other military dogs were talking about the horror of this mission. They blew up three remote bases of the Southern League, and they were able to come back alive in the face of countless pursuits. They really are crazy.

It was low, but she could hear it.

...very annoying.

No. 63 opened her eyelids and glanced, and the surroundings became quiet again, quiet, extremely quiet, she closed her eyes, and slowly fell asleep.

In the chaos, she dreamed again.

She dreamed of clubs, flogging, cauterization, flooding, branding irons, dead bodies, skulls whose bones had been broken and healed, and then bent completely.

She dreamed of the sound of burning into the bones, accompanied by the "cracking" sound of the iron burning the flesh, whispering in her ears all the time: 【You are heroes. 】

[You are heroes in the dark, and you are also a number that can be replaced; you are the strongest backing of the North Alliance, and you are also dogs that obey your master. 】

[Don't disobey orders, don't abandon the North Alliance.Listen to orders, listen to orders, kill a person, seize a piece of information, blow up a base, and come back alive. 】

Those voices were disturbing, overlapping and interlacing, chaotic and disorderly, falling on her like a shower of hail.

There was buzzing in the ears, thousands of people were talking, and thousands of pains pierced into the body. No. 63 woke up suddenly from the pain, only to realize that it was already night.

The door of the room was closed tightly, and the other teammates were either awake or asleep, and had already returned to their beds. No. 63 looked down and saw that the gauze was soaked in bright red and dripping blood.

She seems to have forgotten something.

……what is it then?

Forget it, it doesn't make sense.

A week passed quickly, and Alpha's self-healing ability was already extremely powerful, let alone number 63, a level comparable to that of an admiral.

The wound on the arm is almost healed, the skin is smooth and clean, only a little scar can be seen, and it will gradually disappear as time goes by.

The task of "Snow Mountain Encirclement and Suppression" this time is a bit special. Tang Yiqi gave the instruction: "Destroy the snow mountain base of SAARC at all costs."

"At all costs", these words are quite meaningful, put it in your mouth and chew it, it is full of bloody bones and flesh.

[This is a suicide attack. 】

All the numbers, and everyone knows this well, the numbers lined up silently, and then boarded the transport plane that would never return home.

No. 63 sat silently on the edge. She held a long metal tube and filled it with bullets one by one. "Click", "click", the sound fell in the silent cabin.

No one speaks alone.

They were just substitutes, just obedient hounds, and after they died, someone else would replace their numbers.

They will die quietly, without graves or monuments, without even their names.

No one will remember them, no one will remember them, no one will stand in the rain with an umbrella, and put a small white flower in front of their grave for them.

The destination was soon arrived. They fell from the sky, the parachute opened suddenly, and the boots stepped on the thick snow layer, and they saw the heavily guarded base not far away.

Everything went so smoothly.

They are well-trained and well-planned, breaking through from different places, fighting the enemy, setting explosives on the load-bearing, and then detonating them one by one.

From time to time, there was a loud "hiss-hiss!" sound from the walkie-talkie, and every sudden interruption of the conversation meant the "death" of a number.

On the 63rd, a shot hit the head of the guard, and then cut the neck of another person with a knife blade.

Beads of blood gushed out, drenching the walls.

The boots stepped on the pool of blood, and there was a wet muffled sound. She walked quickly through the corridor, and suddenly saw the "task goal" of this time:

The woman with long silver hair.

At the same time as No. 63 rushed over, there was a sound of "Boom!!" from behind - fragments and sand splashed, deeply piercing into her shoulders.

Just a little bit, a little bit more.

In the last few seconds, the bullet was deflected due to the sudden explosion, and only missed the side of Yin's face. She clenched the sharp blade tightly and "stab" the bridge of Yin's nose.

It's a pity that Yin's guards rushed up to hold her down, and No. 63 killed a few more people with a backhand. Amidst all the noise, the "boom" sound of the detonation came not only from behind, but also from the side.

The set blasting points were ignited one after another, the whole building collapsed, the fire swept in, and what landed at the same time was the collapsed snow mountain.

The snow layer collapsed completely, smashing into the already precarious base in a majestic manner.

Otherwise, how can we say that this is a "suicide attack"?

Killing, blasting, and avalanche not only prevent the enemy from surviving... they are also determined to bury everyone in the sixth team here, leaving no one alive.

Yin escaped at some point, and 63 was holding the bloody blade out of breath. Beside her were several dead bodies, and looking from afar, the raging avalanche was close at hand.

"Om-!!"

The snow wave came in an instant.

The heavy snow slammed into No. 63's ears, and the wound pierced by the debris was still bleeding, dripping on the pure white snow.

All kinds of wounds added up, and No. 63 couldn't hold it anymore, she staggered a few steps and fell into the snow, letting the pure white color rush over and wrap her in it.

cold.

It's cold... very cold.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

No. 63 barely opened his eyes, and found that he was still alive, surrounded by raging snow, howling wind, and a dark and gloomy scene.

She didn't know how long she had been rolling under the snow, the base had disappeared from sight, and in the vast night, No. 63 couldn't tell where it was.

No. 63 still breathed a sigh of relief. She barely supported herself and walked slowly in the snow.

Why is she still alive?

Why is she still struggling?

No. 63 didn't know either, she just walked around aimlessly, waiting for the blood loss and hypothermia to consume her life, and then completed her mission and died here.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

No. 63 managed to take a few steps, but she couldn't move anymore. She fell into the snow and coughed up sporadic blood: "Cough, cough."

It's so cold and it hurts.

She was pillowed on the soft snow layer, covered with a blanket made of thin snow, her long eyelashes soaked in blood slowly closed, and fell into the illusory darkness.

[No. 63, this is the mission of your trip. 】

[Have you heard of the No. 63 of Team Six?Don't mess with her, that person is an out-and-out lunatic! 】

【Oh, I know that lunatic, the one who was bitten to the point of blood dripping from the shoulder during the trapped beast fight, but still the one who directly killed the wild bear? 】

[That's right, and the team trained with each other before, and the agreement was over, but she killed five people from the fourth team just because of a provocation...]

The sound of the wind became quieter and quieter, and the noisy voices also faded away. No. 63 finally obtained the long-lost silence, which was warmer than the fire in the fireplace.

Some soft voices came from the ears.

It sounded like footsteps or breathing, warm and soft, falling lightly to my ears.

【who is she? 】

Number 63 thought wearily.

Someone was pushing her shoulders, talking to her softly, reluctantly throwing down a bunch of messy instruments, and then slowly moved her onto the shoulders.

The man walked with a deep step and a shallow step, not only whispering in his ear, but also asked her name, and babbled some strange knowledge, like a robot.

In the dark night sky, stars appeared inexplicably, that boundless twilight, that unreachable warmth, just like this came to her side.

The man sang under the night sky.

The voice is serious, as if reciting a book, singing moonlight, falling snow, paper boats, and the lover who hasn't come back for a long time.

Clear and warm, just like a long, long time ago, two children huddled in a corner, telling each other the most beautiful but cruelest fairy tales.

【her name……】

【Who is she…? 】

His head was muddled, and the sequelae of blood loss and hypothermia surged up together. Finally, No. 63 lowered his eyes, and soon lost consciousness. . . .

Chu Chisi carried her all the way back, almost dying of breath. Fortunately, it was already late at night, and the other scientific expedition members were asleep, so she could sneak in without being noticed.

Of the entire scientific expedition team, only Chu Chisi was not "normal" in his mind. Seeing the low temperature outside, he packed several large bags excitedly in the middle of the night, and was about to go up the mountain to measure with the equipment on his back.

As a result, the particle operation data was not collected, but all the machines were thrown up the mountain, and she carried back a scarred golden retriever puppy.

Jin Mao fainted halfway, and said he was going to sing to her, but he lost his voice after singing two lines, but Chu Chisi was taken aback, and no one responded after calling her for a long time.

"Hey, I really should exercise more..."

Chu Chisi sat on the chair, bent down and hammered his sore calf, then raised his head and hammered his nearly broken shoulder, talking to himself.

The room was very warm, but the smell of blood was everywhere. The golden retriever puppy was lying beside her, his face was pale, his light-colored eyelashes were tightly closed, and he was trembling constantly as he breathed.

She was still alive, but the wound was oozing blood, with burns and lacerations. Chu Chisi had a bunch of strange knowledge in her mind, but bandaging the wound happened to touch the blind spot of her knowledge.

Fortunately, technology is advanced, and everything is available on the Internet.

While watching the video, Chu Chisi dug out the first aid kit. It was originally prepared by her for the end of the world, but now she can only use it for the puppy.

"Well, clean the wound first?"

Chu Chisi focused on watching the video, followed the voice and murmured: "For disinfection, you can use iodine or alcohol."

She unscrewed the small bottle, dipped some cotton in alcohol in a similar manner, cut open the No. 63 garment, and then lightly touched the wound there:

"Hiss!" No. 63 gasped suddenly, then opened his eyes, his light-colored pupils were bloodshot, and locked his eyes on Chu Chisi.

Chu Chisi was stunned for a moment, and quickly wanted to explain: "Are you awake? This is alcohol, I want to disinfect you..."

Before she could say anything, the wounded man who was supposed to be lying on the bed suddenly jumped up, grabbed her wrist forcefully, and pushed her to the ground with a "bang".

"Kangdang—!!"

The alcohol bottle was smashed on the ground, and the fragments were pierced deep and shallow on the floor. No. 63 was pressed on her body, her scarred hand locked her wrist, and the other hand pressed the blade to her neck.

"Why did you save me? Where do you belong? And why are you here?"

No. 63 had nothing in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse, "Do you know my identity? How much do you know about this plan?"

"If you don't explain clearly, I will kill you immediately."

No. 63 looked down at her condescendingly, the deeper the blade was pressed, she looked so fierce and murderous, full of murderous aura: "—Speak to me!!"

She herself was tall and slender, with a strong aura, the shadow completely covered Chu Chisi inside, and the whole room was full of bloody smell, spreading silently from the tip of her nose.

Humming in the ear, very noisy.

No. 63 was holding the knife tightly, and in her already blurred vision, she couldn't even see the person's face clearly. She was acting entirely based on years of training and experience carved into the marrow of her bones.

But... it's weird.

That person looked delicate and fragile, not like a battle-tested mercenary or spy, but more like a little porcelain figure in a snowy crystal ball.

She wasn't afraid of herself at all, those dark eyes looked at her without blinking, without fear, without flinching, she just looked at her.

Her cheeks itched suddenly, and Chu Chisi held her face with her free hand, and the palms pressed tightly together, like the kind of cotton candy she had never eaten before.

"Wait, you hurt me."

Chu Chisi said softly, put his hand on her head, and gently rubbed her head like a puppy: "Let go of me first, okay?"

The hand holding the blade tightened, and No. 63 instinctively wanted to let go of her, but the voice next to her ears clamored to kill her again, and the two forces tore in her body, about to tear her in half.

let her go!You are hurting her!

kill her!She might be from SAARC!

"You...you shouldn't," No. 63 closed his eyes in pain, his eyebrows furrowed deeply, "you can't save me, I should die, I should die on the snow mountain..."

【You are a replaceable number. 】

【You are a loyal hound. 】

I don't know why, but at this moment, his steady and ruthless hand trembled violently. No. 63 was not only panting, but was distracted for a moment, and the blade was snatched away.

"Why do you have this thing?" Chu Chisi held the knife, her white hands were stained with blood, "No, I'll hold it farther away."

She threw it very hard, and it seemed to be very hard, but the knife fell with a "bang", and it landed one or two meters away.

number 63:"……"

Did she really have no strength, so she deliberately threw it so close as a bait to lure herself into the trap?

While No. 63 was still in doubt, Chu Chisi spoke weakly first: "Let go of me, I'll throw the knife away..."

number 63:"…………"

Chu Chisi struggled for a while, and barely pulled her wrist back from the restraint. She reached out to push No. 63 away, but was pressed even tighter and tighter by the other party.

Her skin is delicate and porcelain-white, and her black hair softly covers her shoulders and neck, like scattered ink marks, creating a more vivid and fragrant picture.

Omega pheromones surged in the air, one after another, one strand after another, slowly wrapped around her chest like a thin thread, embedded deep in her bones.

Drunk, drunk, hazy.

The lips opened uncontrollably, and then bit her neck, the teeth were biting, and the hot air continued to spread, scalding her soft skin.

Chu Chisi took a silent breath.

The Alpha pheromone condensed into water droplets, which wet her long hair and eyelashes. No. 63 bit down and down, and the heat rushed up, biting her ear pinna.

In the dim eyes, the slightly reddened glands on the back of the neck were reflected, and the small fruit buried under the skin exuded sweet pheromone, tempting her to taste it.

At this moment, a clear and steady voice came from my ear: "Pear."

That familiar yet extremely unfamiliar name exploded in his mind together with that extremely clear voice, which was soft but deafening.

No. 63 trembled all over, and retreated abruptly.

She staggered back, bumped into the legs of the table with a "bang", the entire table was shaken, and some papers and documents were thrown down.

"I, I..." No. 63 lowered her head, her knuckles were tightly entangled in her long hair, her voice was hoarse, and her words were vague, "What the hell am I..."

The headache was splitting, the pain engraved in her bones was tormenting her, maybe she really was just a dog, driven by pain, Pavlov's dog.

But apart from the pain that was densely implanted in the bone marrow, some hazy memories were waking up, and accompanied by the damaged images, they flooded her violently.

"Pear... Who is Pear?"

No. 63 curled up in pain, his back was trembling, his voice was hoarse, and every word was full of indelible blood and scars: "I am... No. 63, I am No. 63."

At this moment, someone surrounded her shoulders, hugged her lightly in his arms, and slowly rubbed her head.

Very soft voice, "Good boy."

That embrace was too soft and unbelievably warm, wrapping her whole body: "Oh, don't be sad."

She stroked her long hair with her knuckles, and slowly combed the slightly messy ends of her hair. No. 63 leaned on her shoulder, and her voice was tinged with mist: "I..."

"It doesn't matter who you are or what your name is."

Chu Chisi let her go, and then held her face in his hands. No. 63 stared at her blankly, feeling a little at a loss.

Those black eyes looked at her seriously, then suddenly bent a little, slightly raised eyelashes hooked on her heart, fluttering and fluttering: "As long as it's you."

No. 63's throat was dry and hoarse: "I..."

"When you were unconscious, you muttered something strange." Chu Chisi looked at her and blinked. "Number 63, tell me that you will strictly follow the instructions and will not disobey the orders."

The fingertips slid down, and then hooked her jaw.

No. 63 was forced to raise her head a little, and the soft fingertips gently scratched her chin, until it reached into her bones.

"So... will you listen to me?"

Chu Chisi spoke softly, her long eyelashes drooping a little, her halo faintly said: "Be obedient, do as I say."

No. 63's throat rolled and made a silent swallowing motion.Her breathing trembled slightly, she should have refused, but she nodded subconsciously: "...Yes."

She raised her head obediently, and fell into her gentle palm, like a pious little pet: "Chu Chisi, I will be obedient."

Chu Chisi rubbed her head again: "You're so good."

She straightened up a bit, then unbuttoned a button on her collar, and pulled it slightly outward.

No. 63 didn't know her intention, but subconsciously turned his head to the side.However, as soon as she turned around, Chu Chisi pinched her face and turned her back, forcing her to look directly at him.

I saw several mottled red marks on the porcelain white skin at this moment, like plum petals falling into the white snow, the contrast was sharp and captivating.

Number 63 stopped breathing, the voice beside her ear was whispering, her bones were sore and aching, she shouldn't have any emotion, but she... felt nervous for no reason.

"Look, you bit it all."

Chu Chisi tugged at his clothes, and said in a very calm voice, "Tell me, how can you compensate me?"