"Where's Alex you guys?" Helo gritted his teeth and asked.

Bell drew his pistol and aimed it at the other man, but was knocked to the ground by the man who was rushing towards him, and Hero snatched her pistol and knocked her unconscious with the butt of the gun.

He then went to his desk and expertly typed a string of codes on the terminal screen.

The fire alarm screamed, and a white mist of dry ice fell overhead.

Resisting the pain, he quickly pulled off the investigator's uniform and put it on, silently burrowed into the misty hallway, and rushed into the safe passage before the oncoming guards arrived.

Following the emergency lights in the corridor, he came to the ground floor.

He looked in the direction of the exit, and a gut instinct drove him to move and walk deeper into the bottom.

At the end of the dark hallway, a closed metal door appeared with a red light indicating that entry was forbidden.

For some reason, he thought he had seen the door.

He scrambled to his feet and subconsciously approached the door, the scleral scanner skimming his eyes.

The door opened automatically.

He didn't dare to rush in, he crouched in the shadows and looked inside, and Sayero's back came into view.

He stood in the clone warehouse he had just seen in his memories, his slender figure enveloped in the blue light of the water, and he didn't notice his arrival. Heloh moved his lips, trying to call his name, but the next moment he froze.

An infinite chill poured out of his bone marrow, through the nerve endings and into his limbs.

In the glass container in front of Sayero, a blonde boy curled up, soaked in the pale blue liquid, floated and floated. He had one hand on the glass bulkhead, his pale fingers extended, as if he was trying with all his might to break free from it and throw himself into the arms of the man in front of him.

The man's face was exactly the same as his.

He froze there like an ice sculpture, as if he had lost the ability to open his mouth to speak or turn around and walk away, just staring at Sayero's back standing quietly in front of him in a lost mind.

He won't look back at him. Whether he cries or shouts, he may never see him again.

Helo lost his breathing and shivered.

If the original body returns, what is the significance of this incomplete copy of him?

… Boom... Boom...

"You saw the death and life of Elling, and you should have witnessed his birth with your own eyes. Alex. ”

Several bubbles bubbled up from the surface of the water inside the dish.

As if sensing something, the young man inside slapped the glass with his hand, his blue eyes wide open, and his blonde hair swayed like algae.

The water level is lowered at a rapid pace, and the gate on the glass wall opens automatically.

Helo saw a pale human body fall out of the inside, rolling to the ground, like a baby slipping out of the womb. The pale and wrinkled body soaked in water spasmed a few times, and with difficulty and slowly, like a dying drowning person, crawled towards Sayero's feet.

He raised his head and let out a baby-like babbling call.

The water flowed down the strands of hair over those deep blue eyes, as if they were weeping.

Just like the smoke and dust in the sky after the explosion, Sayaro suddenly knelt down, his tall body like a collapsed mountain, slowly and hesitantly stretched out his hand, and hugged the young man in the water pool.

"Elling......

Not daring to face the cruel scene in front of him, Helo turned around and held on to a glass vessel behind him to support his crumbling body.

"Alex, haven't you always wanted to atone for your sins to Elling? This is your chance to make amends for the mistakes you made more than a decade ago. I've found out that you secretly created a copy of Ailing out of guilt and took him out of here. He was supposed to be a hidden danger that had to be dealt with, but now, he had another important use. ”

A strange and cold man's voice suddenly rang out.

Helo stood there suffocated, his heart dappled in the dappled light of the water.

After a moment of silence, he heard Sayero ask, "What do you want to do with him?" ”

Heartbeat.

His head was buzzing, and he couldn't hear what Sayaro was saying, gritting his teeth, staggering out the door, and fleeing the CIA headquarters building in a panic.

Shaking off his pursuers, Helo hid out of breath in an abandoned factory.

Hearing the siren flying by, he leaned against the wall on his knees, and the whole person collapsed, sat on the ground, and curled up in the filthy garbage.

Why run away?

What's the point?

If he no longer has zài meaning to Shayero, then what is the point of his life?

He gasped, and the scene of Sayero hugging "Elling" kept shaking in front of him, sweat raindropping down from his hair, his eyes swollen and painful, but he couldn't shed half a tear.

It turns out that people really can't cry when they are in extreme pain.

A hungry wild dog ran through a dark corner, rummaging through the garbage heap for food, its dehaired back bent, and the only remaining white hair could not cover its jagged backbone.

The young man in the garbage heap bent down and hugged his knees tightly, his bare back exposed under his silver hair, and there was an indescribable resemblance between a man and a dog. - The Lost Dog. Is there anything better to describe him than this? Helo thought to himself as he stared at the dog. He had a strong hatred for the dog for no apparent reason,

Thundered......

Rolling thunder faintly sounded in the sky.

A sense of fear like a maggot attached to the bone struck, along with the depression that he hadn't done for a long time, gnawing at a nerve that was about to break.

He covered his ears and got up from the ground from the wolf, and suddenly a sharp tingling sensation hit his knee.

It was a few pieces of broken wine bottles.

He stood up on his knees, stared at the pile of debris for a moment, and picked up one of them.

An irrepressible terrible urge to die drove him to swallow it in his mouth.

Chewed a few times and swallowed.

The sharp edges and corners cut through the base of his tongue and cut into the trachea, thick blood overflowed his throat in an instant, and the sharp pain that filled every nerve was accompanied by a strong feeling of suffocation that eroded the respiratory system, he covered his ruptured throat, and dug his fingers deep into the neck ring that Sayaro had put on him, and he opened his mouth wide and prostrate down.

"Brother......

I couldn't shout any clear words anymore, and my sight was gradually filled with blood. The unforgettable images in my memory passed by one by one and froze in a certain moment.

The tall and handsome man half-knelt down and kissed the ring on his finger.

It's breathtakingly beautiful.

Curled up in a ball, he closed his eyes and coughed up a mouthful of blood, the corners of his mouth trembling and bent, and he struggled to lower his head and kiss his fingers, the back of his hand stained red with blood.

After an explosion of thunder, the sky was raining heavily.

The sound of leather shoes running over the ground sounded on the snowy pavement, and the flickering lightning pierced a thin figure into the dark interior of the old factory, illuminating the mess in the garbage heap.

The Asian man's face changed when he saw the condition of the man huddled in the garbage heap.

Feeling that in an instant his puppet's brain waves were so violent that they were almost out of control, Isaiah raised his eyebrows with interest, and he gracefully moved his fingers to manipulate Ando to slowly approach his target.

"Go ahead... Bring this poor little creature to me. ”

***

Saharo hugged his body tightly in his arms, his eyes red, his gaze penetrating the wall, penetrating decades of time, and plunging straight into the battlefield filled with gunpowder.

In a trance, he saw that the sturdy figure and him crossed the glacial grassland, rushing into the rain of bullets side by side, back to back becoming each other's life shields. Those days of wind, sand, blood and rain have risen from the grave in the depths of memory, like a hand trying to survive grabbing his body and dragging him into the mire of pain

Ai Ling's dying appearance reappeared, almost tearing his nerves apart.

At the same time, there was a dull pain in the ribs, as if some ominous omen. He pulled out the communication tracking device attached to the neck ring in his pocket, and saw that the flashing signal light on it had disappeared at some point.

My heart slammed.

"Tell me, where did you hide Elling's memory chip? Did it put it in the body of that Crolon? You should have thought about the consequences of doing that, Alex. The man's voice became stern, reaching the eardrums, "A lifelong agent like Ai Ling is the property of the government, and taking him away without authorization is enough to constitute Yan Zòng's treason!" ”

A middle-aged man's voice echoed in the silence.

"I thought about the consequences." Sayero replied.

"So you've figured out how to fill in the gaps?" William was a little angry.

"I am willing to accept any punishment." Sayero slashed his arm, took out a metal chip from his skin, and squinted at the monitor, "I have never used Ailing's memory chip, you don't need to worry about that Kronn leaking secrets, he doesn't know anything." ”

"We need that Kron, Alex. The kid you see now is an unsuccessful defect, he only has twenty percent of Elling's talent, and the one you created Zào has eighty percent, which is a very small blessing. We can merge them into a new entity and channel Elein's memories into it. ”

"Impossible." The voice squeezed out from between the teeth, raised by the sudden intensity of love.

On the other side of the monitor, William inexplicably felt a hint of murder.

Even though he knew that the child he had cultivated and whom he had rescued from the pile of dead would never betray him and the CIA, he still felt the invisible thread tugging and deviating.

Sayero's face was expressionless, he stood up with the boy in his arms, turned his back to the monitor, and made a gesture, the side lines of his face were cold and clear—it was a small but deadly movement.

The body in his arms spasmed weakly.

The knuckles of the fingers that were gradually tightening made a cracking sound, and the force did not relax in the slightest.

When a trace of blood leaked through the extremely thin steel wire to his fingers, the person he was holding stopped moving.

A faint smell of blood filled the air.

TBC