Eight hours later.

CIA Headquarters Building.

A secret meeting is underway. Everyone stared at the red dots on the screen and squinted their eyes, smelling a strong sense of crisis on the eve of the storm.

The war that pervaded the world decades ago has not been extinguished and will soon be revived.

"In recent years, the paradise of thorns has become more and more arrogant, constantly inciting revolution and destroying the makers of the existing order through terrorist acts in the imperfect reconstruction of the country after the war, apparently with the intention of launching a new large-scale armed war in order to take advantage of the chaos. According to the information provided by our informants planted in Thorn Paradise, Thorn Paradise will carry out a terrorist attack in the United States in the near future, but it is not possible to determine what path they intend to use and where they are targeting. ”

The young head of covert operations stood up from his chair, and he turned his head to look at the blonde man sitting like a lone wolf in the corner, "We need to infiltrate them before they can do anything." ”

Shayero played with the bullet in his hand: "The independent militants in the Abandoned Ruins have taken refuge in Paradise of Thorns, they know my true identity, and I need a new disguise." ”

He paused: "I have already discovered six years ago that their missile technology has been able to destroy our satellite airspace protection network, which is enough to fight the gravitational wave impact ship, the only obstacle is that there is not enough nuclear energy, so they are desperately looking for the negative energy source that Ailing and I discovered back then." ”

"But that thing is sealed in the abyss under the pyramid like a myth and legend, and it still can't be carved!" An intelligence investigator interjected in surprise.

But that doesn't mean it's just a myth. The power of that thing is terrifying. ”

Sayero's gaze pierced the ground, shifting in the shadows.

"At that time, our plane ran out of fuel, and the pilot just chiseled a thumb-sized piece from near the negative energy source and put it in the fuel depot, and it supported us until we flew back to the United States from Egypt, but at the cost of all the people on the plane, except for me and Ailing in the isolation cabin."

"I was very impressed by that." Marion nodded, "It's like they've been sucked dry by something and turned into the kind of mummies in the pyramids, and even the internal organs are gone." ”

"Before they can find it, we've got to dig it out and put it into use."

"How to destroy? It is said that it is a fossil formed by the explosion of dark matter, and even black holes cannot annihilate it, which is impossible with the current technology of human beings. ”

"With a warp engine." Sayaro raised his eyelids slowly, but his gaze was sharp.

Marion was stunned: "What do you mean ......?"

"Distort the space-time around the negative energy source, load it into a rocket and launch it, I have stolen the information of Thorn Heaven, and this is how they plan to use it."

"I will apply to the Ministry of Defense for the elite units of the Delta Force to assist you in this operation." Marion quickly typed a line on the terminal.

"No, I'm used to acting as a combat unit." Sayero shook the small red dot on the screen with a laser pointer on the North African region, and his voice was low and powerful, "Thorn Heaven will move faster than us." I would immediately go to Egypt and lurk among their people to make a move at a critical moment. ”

For a moment, almost everyone in the room looked at the CIA's number one legend with adoration - before joining the CIA, after the Devil's Training, he served in the Delta Force for five years, and as an elite soldier with the rank of general, his detachment was invincible and undefeated, and even after he became an agent of the CIA's Intelligence Group.

As if he was carrying a godhead tempered by blood, the only defeat of this man in the chess game against death in the years of his military career was the death of his loved one.

Chavez stared at him, his tone complicated: "I'm afraid that this time you will have to carry out the mission as a two-person combat unit as before. ”

"With whom?"

"About this... Director William will personally sue you. Chavez took off the headset terminal, his face a little solemn, "He told you to go downstairs to the real yàn cabin." ”

……

The beam of scleral scanners swept over Sayero's eyeballs, and the door of the real cabin slowly opened after a puff of disinfectant mist.

Sayero put on his protective mask and felt a sense of foreboding in his heart.

He looked around, there were hundreds of glass water tanks placed inside the dim real yàn cabin, and the men and women of ** floated in it, their bodies exuding a faint fluorescence, like a group of souls wandering in the deep sea.

More than 20 years ago, his little Eve was born here on an unknown night.

Sensing an unusual smell keenly, his pupils constricted.

The hologram player in the center flickered a few times, and the mesh light intertwined the image of a middle-aged man wearing silver-rimmed glasses, and the English aristocratic blood and Belan's military uniform made the admiral who had entered his age of confusion graceful, and his dark eyes were shrewd and sharp, and there was a kind of courage that was not angry and arrogant.

Sayaro saluted the man who was like his father.

"Colonel William."

"You're finally back, Alex. My most wonderful child. ”

William nodded, and got up from the leather hovering chair, a remote control in his hand.

"Do you know why I called you here?"

Instead of using that politician-esque tone, the C.I.A. director replaced it with a fatherly tone. He flicked the remote control in his hand and looked at him meaningfully, as if waiting to discuss something with him, and the outcome of this discussion had already been decided.

"I need you to hand over something you took from here decades ago."

William pressed the remote control in his hand, and a glass pod suddenly lit up in the darkness.

Sayara's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pinpoint.

Eight hours ago.

………

Standing on the guardrail, Helo glanced at the "palace" that was in chaos and was in chaos not far away, and whistled happily.

He stood up and dragged the young man next to him: "You've been trapped there for a long time, haven't you?" You'll be free from then on! However, the outside world may not be what you think. If it's a zoo inside and a hunting ground outside, if you're not fierce, you're the prey, you know? ”

"Thank you, Eaton."

Gilill looked at him gratefully, and smiled like an angelic shyness, like the little wolfdog who had fought with the security guards who had captured them in front of the school gate. Before that, he thought that the Krons except him were as thoughtless and willing to be enslaved as the Jiqì people of the previous century.

What a stupid idea.

Helo recalled that after he had opened the protective net, the long-imprisoned Crons had swarmed out, even ignoring the sight of heavily armed security guards shooting at them.

They all came to this world with a vision, but the right to dream was stifled by the cruel reality.

They were born out of all kinds of ** and desires, and they performed on the arranged stage as soon as they were born, from birth to death, they were just a humanoid mirror, a puppet with shackles.

He looked up at the starry sky above him, and suddenly he was in the darkest confusion of his life.

The stage he was set up was called "Sayero".

And his heart is trapped inside, how can he escape from him?

"Can I follow you in the future, Eton, I can't go back to my old home." Gilill tugged at the corners of his clothes, his eyes flushed at the thought of something, and he gritted his teeth in hatred, "I want to learn how to live like a real human, and I want to get revenge on that disgusting fellow." ”

"Disgusting old guy? Your master? Helo asked.

"Hmm." With red eyes in his eyes, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing all sorts of shocking scratches on his arms, "Growing up, he tortured me every day after drinking, and then he thought I was boring, so he sent me here to learn new tricks...... I was the 13th Gilill to be tortured to death by him. ”

"Then from now on, you are no longer number 14 gilill."

Helo pried the slave neck ring from his neck for him, and threw him into the sea with a flick of his hand.

"Give yourself a name, do you have a favorite?"

Gilill shook his head, looking curiously at the silver-haired young man's somewhat lonely face. There was an icy aura on his body that rejected people thousands of miles away, but the shadows under his eyelashes were unusually gentle, hiding those pure blue eyes like stars. It was a look that many clones had never seen in Giillar.

They are mostly hopeless, dull, and numb.

Inexplicably, he felt that this person's owner must treat him very specially, and Gilill couldn't help but reach out and touch his neck ring: "Don't you take it off yourself?" We're all free! ”

Helo subconsciously stroked it, feeling a slight trace of electricity swimming through his neck, like the flow of the person's breath when his ears and temples grinded, and the pecking kiss lingering on his skin, making his fingertips tremble.

This feeling is like taking drugs.

After the initial resistance, I became addicted.

"Freedom...... I can't be free for the rest of my life. ”

Gilill heard a figure whispering in the night.

There was a click in the darkness, and the lighted communication device on the neck ring was destroyed by the knife he was holding, but Gilill realized that he had no intention of taking the neck ring itself off.

He caressed the ring around his neck, his slender and beautiful fingers dyed in an ambiguous and soft glow in the moonlight, making the object that symbolized imprisonment and slavery look like a work of art.

"Do you love him?" Puzzled, Gilill asked, "What does that feel like?" ”

"What does it feel?"

Helo repeated in a daze, smiling bitterly. He looked at the floating light of the tall buildings on the sea, and thought for a while, "It's like those gorgeous reflections, you know that they are not real, but you still want to jump in and drown yourself in them." ”

Above the sky, there was a sudden sound of a flying machine landing. A blinding ray of light fell from the sky, splitting the darkness like a sharp sword, illuminating the two figures on the Brooklyn Bridge.

"It's the police!" Gilill yelled, "Run!" ”

Helo raised a hand to cover the light, looked up in the hunting wind, and reflexively jumped up when he saw the muzzles of several black holes, grabbed Gilill and jumped under the bridge.