"You really are...... "Lillian asked tentatively, "what about Ivy? ”

Several people quickly flashed through her mind, the Russian female agent who had been fascinated by him, and the Saudi princess who was on a hunger strike for him. She distinctly remembered that he had never looked at them with that kind of look.

"Hah!" Owen tilted his head and smiled disapprovingly. "Don't be funny, how could I possibly fall in love with that stupid girl. ”

Still unable to rest her mind, she reminded, "Remember K, who used to be the best of us, and was mercilessly abandoned by the organization because he fell in love with his prey." ”

The agents all refer to their subjects as prey. The so-called prey is the object of prey, which is quite vivid.

"Of course. He replied short and forcefully. The indifferent expression on his face seemed to say: this topic ends here.

Owen knew that what Lillian was talking about was abandonment, death.

After entering the AR organization, they have been genetically modified by humans, and they have superpowers that are far superior to ordinary people. However, an ordinary flesh and blood body alone could not harness such a powerful force.

Through gene editing technology, the normal rate of human evolution has been artificially advanced by thousands of years, and their metabolism is several times that of ordinary people.

As far back as ancient Rome, philosophers of extraordinary wisdom understood that the number, weight, and size of everything in the world were constant.

There is no such thing as a perpetual motion machine. "Conservation" is the law of the operation of all things in the world, and even the most cutting-edge science and technology cannot change this law.

Like the sun that shines on all things. The reason why it shines, heats up, and becomes the source of all power is because it is burning itself and dying. It's just that the process is long, longer than all of our lives combined.

This fatal weakness is like an invisible sword, hanging over their heads at all times. It also becomes the most effective means for organizations to control them.

AR has spent huge sums of money trying to improve the limitations of genetic variation, but in vain. Even if you take medicine, your life will pass by in an abnormal state.

Therefore, the agents selected by AR are all marginal people who have lost everything, have no relatives and no reason, and are once on the verge of death. Its reason is simple: only those who have been baptized by death can willingly accept the transformation and die for the organization.

Absolute loyalty, unconditional obedience, is the iron law of AR. They must not have self-will and normal human emotions. Because only those who are not bound by anything can do the above two things perfectly.

Every agent knows perfectly well that without AR, they would have died long ago. However, from the moment they became AR agents, Lillian and Owen, along with twenty-three other companions, became a machine equipped with elaborate procedures.

In Owen's eyes, there is no difference between being alive and dying.

The atmosphere in the room fell silent, and his eyes moved to the window again. The dragonfly is gone. The glass of the window reflects the light of the floor lamp. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, accompanied by gusts of wind. The wind roared through the gaps in the buildings.

Seeing his cold face, Lilian didn't dare to take the initiative to speak again.

After a long time, Owen turned around, his eyes turned golden brown, and a holographic projection screen appeared in front of him.

The AR agent's cornea is implanted with a chip connected to a cloud server, which is equivalent to implanting a powerful computer in the body.

A man appeared on the screen, and Owen confessed to Lillian, "Investigate everything about this person." ”

"Understood. Lillian swept her eyes up and down and made an OK gesture to him, "I'm leaving, good night." ”

"Where do you live?"

"Nearby. Call me anytime, and I'll be there in five minutes. ”

"Good. ”

After Lillian left, Owen returned to his computer and sent out the post that Ivy had written.

******

Thunder, rain, wind, mobile phone ringtones, several sounds are intertwined, like a passionate symphony.

Ivy was awakened from her dream by the noise and opened her eyes in a daze. A little dizzy, she struggled to sit up and stretched.

Who sent me back last night? She vaguely remembered the face of a girl with short hair, but she couldn't remember who it was.

What happened before and after the drunkenness last night came back to her mind bit by bit. The more Ivy thought about it, the more wrong it became, her facial features wrinkled depressedly, and a big word "embarrassment" suddenly appeared on her face.

Oh, something is wrong! It's a fool of her again! She cocked her ass like an ostrich and buried her head under the covers.

The phone was still ringing noisily.

She squirmed for a moment before slowly picking up her phone on the bedside table.

On the screen of the mobile phone, Bai Bing's name is impressive. She sneered, and sat straight on the bed in an instant.

"Hey, Sister Bing. She answered the call.

"Emergency meeting in half an hour, don't be late. Bai Bing's calm and capable voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Understood, I'll be there soon. She replied crisply.