[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

Chapter 49

NO.16 is a straightforward little girl.

She can chew the medicines and nutritional supplements given out like snacks, and then see him looking so hungry that he can't love him, and take the tube of nutrition that he didn't know when he saved it under the excuse of losing weight. The potion was stuffed into his hand, and he said carelessly: "What's the matter, I really can't understand you little boys who are all thin and tender, why am I not so lucky?"

He thought to himself, oh, it turns out that it is true that girls are more precocious.

But NO.18 is younger than him, why don't you talk about him?

"Okay, you, return it to me if you dislike it! Ah, return it if you still say it? No, take it away, I hate it to death!" She deliberately and exaggeratedly threw back the nutritional supplement he stuffed back: "Looks like Shorter than a girl, are you okay, kid?"

... NO.18 is obviously shorter than him.

She stomped her feet with hatred, but she couldn't do it a few times, and she was still wearing handcuffs. There is no need to waste energy: "Compared to him? You can't think about it too much, how old is he! Let's talk about it first, if it's because of nutrition If you don't wake up as a sentinel and you are shorter than me, then you can continue to grow long hair like a girl, and then I'll shave half of it."

She gesticulated at the frosted glass that seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, even though there was no shadow of her on it: "Wow, that's so handsome!"

……

Girls are always fantasizing.

He glanced back at No.18. No.18 was probably the youngest here. He didn't know if his brain had grown up. He sat on the plastic chair with his legs dangling and his eyes widened. He probably didn't understand what they were saying. What.

In order to detect the most suitable age for the samples, the adults numbered them from oldest to youngest, and only him and NO.18 remained unawakened.Logically speaking, she is the most suitable sample. She has just awakened for less than a week, and her spirit is still frizzy. Under such circumstances, she should be very flustered when facing the experiment, right?

She sneered at his concern: "Enough snacks, endless money, what else... Uh, boyfriends can pick whatever they want? Even if it's a sentry, the dark sentry can blow his head off and hit him Come on, hehehe!"

Girls always have unrealistic fantasies, he confirmed again.

One day——a day he couldn't remember the date, she was taken away by the mistress of the snake-eyed man. Before leaving, she was still complaining about her hunger, and hadn't eaten for more than ten hours.

She never came back.

Since then, there was one less person in the "children's room". NO.18 suddenly started crying, and his spine felt chills when he heard it.

He knew that he was the next one, and he also understood why she didn't come back. He was not young anymore, and he understood many secretive things of adults, such as mistresses, numbers, and death.He felt that he could also be taken away by the mistress with a blank face, and then lie on the operating table resigned to fate...

But he didn't, he struggled a bit and paid the price for that struggle.

That mistress is good at coaxing children.

She brushed his cheeks with her gentle hands, watching the sentinel doctor next to him couldn't stand the child's unreasonable struggle, and carved three scratch marks on his arm.Her tone was so gentle: "The gap in the cage, the gap in the cage, the bird in the cage..." What's behind it?The nursery rhymes she sang were difficult to understand, and he was too early to be willing to listen to nursery rhymes. When he flew to his ears, it was as if he was speaking the language of birds.

Adults usually comfort a child by saying: "The injection won't hurt, it won't hurt." But he didn't hear a word of even deceitful comfort.

The cold sharp weapon was carved into his skin, and he could feel the infusion tube being inserted all over his body, and the boiling liquid in the test tube swarmed into his body.Someone covered his mouth to prevent him from yelling and disturbing the operation, but he felt so painful that even the voices of adults discussing "stimulation perception should improve the success rate" were indistinct.

The blood in the whole body seemed to rush to the forehead, the body was cold, only the head was hot, and he was muddled - this is a good thing, at least he won't jump up in pain after being poked by a needle.

He was exhausted, thinking about a little girl like No.16... Uh, no matter how older she is, she is still a little girl, and she can get through it, so why can't he!

Will the surgery be so painful?

If he thinks of this nightmare-like memory more than ten years later, he will probably laugh.

——It turns out that there is something called anesthetics in the world.

When Yasha woke up, it was past eleven o'clock in the evening, and the communicator was still in his hand, and it hit the ground with a thud when he was startled awake.

He was woken up by the timed alarm clock.

Which bastard did it!

"Oh my uncle's waist..." He sat up from the toilet seat with a whimper, and the back of his head hit the cold tiles in pain as if he had just been in a car accident. He almost suspected that he had been hit and lost his memory.

Wait, did I fucking get knocked unconscious by my ex-boss and dumped in the toilet cubicle? !

After Yasha was urgently recruited by the army, he vaguely heard the news that Huang was suspected of being a federal undercover agent. He also thought about why he was sent to be a so-called "supervisor", but he saw the gun pointed straight at his forehead He was still stunned for a moment.Marshal Yimulian turned his head and desperately gave him a look. He followed the mental hint of escape and was about to slip away, but it was too late. Although Huang didn't shoot, when the butt of the gun fell, he had no room to react or resist. .

Yasha rubbed his waist distressedly. Since he rejected another wave of pimping from Baita at the age of 27, his physical function has been steadily declining.He struggled to find out the cell phone that had fallen to the side. The alarm clock was obviously not set by him, and there were two big words written on it.

— the roof.

What is this pair of actors going to do?Yasha made a rough calculation and found that he had passed out for less than half an hour. At this time, the banquet should still be in progress, and there were singing and dancing outside, so no one would notice even if he sneaked away.

He got out of the cubicle, just met the surprised eyes of a buddy, and stared back indignantly: "What are you doing, haven't you seen constipation?"

Compared with the two "all-eyes" people, it is much more convenient for Yasha to slip away. He played the constipation scene to the end and said that he would go back to the room to rest. The hostess even thoughtfully offered him a glass of banana milk Xi.

He went back to the room and called the room cleaner on the grounds that he vomited all over the floor. The buddy was knocked unconscious on the ground without any precaution. Yasha let out a bad breath and stripped him naked and locked him in the closet , put on the cleaner’s clothes and pushed the cart upstairs.

Then you don't want to ask me to go to the rooftop and jump off the building to commit suicide?Yasha hesitated for a moment.

Marshal Yimulian seems to be "hijacked" by his own sentry. Logically speaking, this situation should be recorded on the blacklist by him, and he will capture him alive when he finds a chance to show his respect for the organization...

Yasha opened the security door with the ID card in the cleaner's pocket, and there was no one on the roof.

This is usually the place where the dignitaries hold open-air parties, and when the banquet is cleared of outsiders, this place is naturally vacant.

What about the marshal and his predecessor?Oh no, what about the marshal and the former marshal?

Soon he heard the sound of the wind.

"The current marshal of the empire has been arrested. Your purpose...is to lure me back to the Federation and let me recover my memory?"

It was Huang's voice, the person he was talking to was obviously someone else, Yasha didn't dare to let out his breath.

The sound was not on the roof of this building, he probably knew where the sound came from - the hotel in the Federation is high-end and luxurious, and the upper floors have also created a "sky garden". Conservatory garden.

Worrying about revealing his position, Yasha didn't poke his head out hastily, but just approached the inner ring a little bit, and the sound really got closer and closer.

"Oh? It seems that you have finally recovered your memory. If you recovered earlier, how could there be so many troubles?"

The voice that answered Huang was a woman's voice, it was not unfamiliar, Yasha remembered that he had heard it at the banquet just now.

It's Bianhua, the female federal guide hidden under the counter.

Three black lines fell down on Yasha's forehead—has Huang really betrayed?How to come to talk to the people of the Federation in private!Just as he was wondering, he turned his head and saw something hidden under the railing.

A handful of SSG3000.

Huang retorted: "What use is a sentinel that can be approached casually to you?"

Bianhua chuckled, noncommittal: "In any case, welcome back to the embrace of the Federation... It's a pity, I'm quite interested in the appearance of a resonance bomb bursting on your forehead, after all... No one has had the honor of blowing up the Dark Sentinel yet Woolen cloth."

"..."

"If you don't mind, I'm naturally happy to be that No.1. You should quickly betray, I can't wait to try it... No, excuse me, I need to check your consciousness cloud."

Perhaps you have not submitted to the Commonwealth at all.Bianhua thought vigilantly.

Huang did not refuse, the footsteps of high heels sounded, and then stopped, the air froze for a while, and soon Yasha heard a woman's voice again: "No. 17, your consciousness cloud is too quiet, I can't rule out that you are Possibility of lying to me."

"Tranquility? Didn't you teach it?"

Bianhua's laughter gradually became colder, without the teasing taste just now: "No. 17, you seem to have a problem with the Federation's instructions."

"I'm more of an issue with the Empire."

"Oh, war always exposes the ugly side of a country," the woman didn't come alone, she snapped her fingers, and Yasha heard the footsteps of many people retreating in the garden, "The empire is very sensitive. His title of marshal was revoked in advance...but it is just an extra layer of inconvenience if it falls into the hands of Yimulian. How, has he 'obeyed'?"

"..."

"No.17, don't tell me that you, as the Federation's only Dark Sentinel, will be led away by an ordinary guide. For your loyalty, the Federation will not mind wielding a knife against your guide at a critical moment."

What Yasha didn't know was that when she said this, the black cat that symbolized death lit up its stunning red pupils in the night, and it stared maliciously at Ichimolian who was tied to the side by the five flowers and seemed to be in a coma, as if It will turn into a tiger at any time, open its bloody mouth and swallow people whole.

Huang snorted coldly: "Don't be pretentious, the Federation even put a monitor on the sink, you know what happened best."

After finishing speaking, he threw 92 on the lawn. Huang didn't know where the monitor was installed, but he could hear the inside of the camera, which may not be the size of a pinhole, through the hearing that the Dark Sentinel is most proud of. The tiny sound of machinery running.

Bi'anhua took a look at the 92-style, but was not in a hurry to pick it up: "It is indeed your taste. It was also the one you picked at the first sight when you were in the shooting training room."

"It's instinct."

These words probably pleased Bianhua, she said it lightly, but she was still very satisfied in her heart that the Federation's painstaking research results had returned to the Federation's embrace.She nodded and said, "Tell me what you know."

"According to the regulations, I should tell the snake-eyed man directly."

"Haha, your name for him has not changed... It's fine when you were a child, but now it's better to call him Yamato no Orochi the head of state?"

Her tone made it difficult to tell whether the sentence just now was a test, Yasha was in a cold sweat, and felt that this woman was really gloomy, clearly wearing a red tutu, but her tone seemed to be that of an immortal who had just crawled out of a coffin. Zombies, chilling.She nodded in acquiescence: "The head of state is not in the capital at this time, and you need to talk through a 3D projection. The new director of the CIA will be responsible for receiving your task and will also arrange communication for you."

In other words, she will not provide Huang with a federal identity certificate, nor will she easily tell him information about Yachi no Orochi.

Bianhua really kept the bottom line in everything, she didn't fully trust Huang after all.

"As you wish. But I advise you not to get your head around my guide. It won't do any good."

"I really want to try if the dark sentry dies, will the bound guide die in mourning like ordinary sentries? It's really sad that no matter how brave a sentry is on the battlefield, it will die for such a humble reason. .”

Huang's complexion was extremely pale, and he said coldly, "You must not..."

"I haven't experienced love? How is it possible?"

Bianhua interrupted him and started, but she didn't want to say more: "'She' died long ago, she died after chasing her so-called justice and power, and she died when she died, and she was led to death by her hapless guide. There is nothing to say, if you love her, don't marry her, this is the sentinel and guide. Why do you think the head of state has not married the new bride so far?"

"..."

Bianhua is actually a silly girl who can't tell the difference between a mistress and a lover in the eyes of men.

The new bride is a mistress after all. Huang still remembers smelling the inhibitors she has been using for many years in the operating room. It was pungent and unpleasant, but she could only use it as a perfume.Yamata no Orochi does not agree to marry her, and is still looking for a suitable guide until now, unable to let go of Sentinel's desire for a guide, but worried that the guide will one day kill himself standing in a high position-selfish, It is not an exaggeration to use this word to describe him.

Yamato no Orochi once selected Yimulian, Yimulian is probably the most self-protecting guide in Huang's cognition, with excellent physical fitness, outstanding mental power, and a strong spiritual barrier... No wonder Yamato no Orochi chose him.

Huang sighed, and suddenly remembered: "Wait, the only Dark Sentinel of the Federation?"

Then NO.18 he...

"Don't get me wrong, the experiment of NO.18 was actually successful."

Bianhua sorted out her emotions, and the guides were always so keen and careful: "He was too young to survive the first round of fever, and the new bride finally put him back in the freezer."

In other words, he was the only survivor among the eighteen subjects.

I can hear clearly at a glance, the key knowledge points crossed in the textbook are actually true - there will only be one Dark Sentinel in each era, and the era will not choose a second person to be the focus.

"It's a pity. I still think he is the spy sent by the Federation to the empire." Huang Huan said: "It's hidden so deep that I didn't even notice it."

"If he is really a spy, the empire will still be where it is today? If you really want to talk about spies, you have obviously met once."

"Master Kurokawa?"

"He retired a long time ago. Arakawa switched to business less than two years after he surrendered to the Federation, and he only went to the Empire as Jinyu Ji's guardian."

Before Huang had time to think about it, she suddenly bent down and reached out to pick up the 92 on the ground.The moment he had been waiting for had arrived.

—Fortunately for them, everything went exactly as he had planned.

The piece of porcelain vase he hid in Yimulian's hand would scrape away the rope that bound the other party, and Yimulian could quickly break free from the rope.In order to make Bi Anhua let go of his guard, he paced while talking. He had already walked a certain distance at this time, and he was able to check the time when Bi Anhua's attention was diverted——Yasha should almost reach the roof of the building.

Yasha soon saw a sniper rifle, SSG3000, which was specially prepared by "Zhu".

Where is the misfortune?Obviously very lucky.

"Mr. Yasha is too unlucky." After leaving the surveillance of the camera, Yimolian couldn't bear it.First, they left them in the wilderness of the Federation to blow the cold wind for half a night, and then they were knocked out in the men's room by Huang Motou... The cherry blossom demon still wants to be careful with Yasha, who knows that Yasha just caressed about it , there is really nothing to make him pay attention to.

"Then he's about to get lucky, have you heard of the law of conservation of luck?" Huang put the sniper rifle on the sniper position, thinking that the honor of killing the suspected leader of the Federation, Higanka, would be handed over to Yasha. A little volatile.

"You believe that?"

"And you."

"Generally... believe it." Yimulian said hesitantly.

Huang leaned on the railing and looked down at the distribution of the sky garden, and faintly said: "The marshal has said so, so I can only show my respect by being unlucky."

"what?"

"After all, I've been so lucky recently."

It's not just 1/6 of luck, there is nothing luckier than exchanging hearts, he almost feels that he has overdrawn all his life's luck here.

Yimulian blushed for a while, then murmured, "So you're so emotional."

Huang just smiled, and didn't tell him that this "bad luck" had already begun - coming to the Federation, this itself is bad luck.

Bianhua was preoccupied with guarding against the defection of the dark sentinel, but soon ignored the "weak" guide lying on the ground as if he had been knocked out.

Like Epiphyllum growing up in a greenhouse, she really has no advantage in physical fitness.

Yimulian's tiles left a bloodstain on her face, she screamed and staggered back a big step, the mental tentacles flew up, and they were all blocked by the strict mental barrier.Yimulian never forgot to pay attention to not being able to touch the Bianhua at all times, he had already suffered the loss of the resonance bomb once, and he couldn't afford a second time.

"NO.17——!"

How dare you betray the Federation!

Bi'anhua took out the communicator, and her 0-key dial had already been set as the phone number of the guards. In order to discuss "confidentiality", the guards were sent away so calmly, naturally because she could call them back at any time.

He kicked the digital panel of the communicator away with a single kick. According to the plan, he should grab the 92, but now the 92 fell in the middle of the two of them, and no one could touch it.

Fortunately, the plans made by Huang always have a backup plan, plan A failed, and plan B is still waiting.

Yimulian immediately saw the infrared aiming line printed on the eyebrows of Bianhua Hua - it was Yaksha using the sniper rifle prepared by Arana.There was no need for Yasha to start aiming, it was just to remind him that he was on the line of sight.He rolled over to avoid the line of sight knowingly, Yasha's gunfire sounded.However, turning on the aiming line is an act of scaring the snake after all--Bi Anhua saw it, and tilted her head reflexively. The bullet failed to penetrate her eyebrows, but grazed her forehead, rubbing off a good layer of skin, Blood spilled all over the place.

She screamed so loudly that he almost missed another, more noteworthy fact.

There were two shots.

tbc

* Obedience: The obedience here refers to the gradual reconciliation of the combined thoughts mentioned above, such as being affected by Huang repeatedly, and it is no longer possible to directly answer Hei Qingming's question of whether human nature is good or evil.