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.

Silently tucking the bloodstained wire into his watch, he carefully put the young man in his arms back into the glass, reached out and brushed his round and empty eyes, and then closed his eyelids, and the green tendons climbed up to his forehead, bursting and jumping.

The person behind the monitor let out a low roar of rage: "Alex! What did you do!? ”

Sayaro didn't respond, but walked straight to the door, and when he opened the door, he paused, his thumb and index finger tightened silently, and the memory chip in his palm "snapped" in half.

"Ailing is dead, and he will not be resurrected."

Sayaro raised his chin slightly, word by word, and said very slowly.

"There will be no second Elling in the world. If the CIA needed a partner who could stand by my side, it would be no match except for the kid I created with my own hands. Director William, I think... You don't want to lose me in such a pinch, do you? ”

"You want that Kloon to join the CIA as an agent? It's really not like you to make such a ridiculous request... Alex, are you threatening me? ”

"Yes."

"Alex, you're ......!"

Unexpectedly, a sharpened blade would cut his hand, and William was furious.

"Anyone has people who want to protect at any cost."

"I have it too."

Sayaro pushed the door open. The figure left on the screen overlapped with William's impression of the boy who was covered in blood and walked out of the gate of the devil's training camp, and then separated in an instant.

They are not the same anymore.

William looked at the monitor terminal, picked up the chess in his hand with a gloomy face, and spun around on the table. The chess spun a few times and fell off the table with a grunt.

Dawn was approaching, and the rainstorms, which had lasted all night, finally stopped.

In front of one of the group's terminals, Sayero, wearing a holographic sensor, fixed on the blurry figure in the city's surveillance footage, his eyes as dark as a dry Dead Sea.

"Did you find the guy who escaped from here?"

Chavez couldn't help but ask.

Sayaro stood here and watched over and over again, the video he had already seen once, and it was only a few minutes long, and it was almost half an hour. Anyone could tell that the footage was clearly passive, artificially cutting out the content and taking the clone who committed suicide.

They followed Sayero to the factory, where they sent the FBI to block all traffic exits and use state-of-the-art trackers, while Sayero conducted a carpet search by helicopter, swearing that he didn't even have a big deal to suppress the terrorists, but still couldn't find the clone's whereabouts.

After his return, the legend stayed in the video and did not come out. Chavez looked worriedly at Sayero's stone-carved motionless figure. He had never seen Sayaro like this.

It's like losing a soul.

Is that copy of Ai Ling really as important in his heart as Ai Ling?

He walked over and patted Sayero on the shoulder, not knowing how to comfort him.

And Sayero couldn't hear anything at the moment.

Immersed in the illusory space created by the hologram, he crouched on the ground, his hand brushing the cheek of the dying young man in the rain, but what he touched was a piece of air.

Something in my heart shattered like glass.

He couldn't really take his little Eve into his arms, and could only watch as he swallowed shards of glass, calling his name in despair as he neared death, and coughing up bright red blood foam from his mouth.

Those starry eyes looked up at him through the barrier of space, as if they had endless words to confide.

But he couldn't say anything except the word that came from the lips.

I love you... Brother.

"I'm here, Helo...... I'm here... I'm here..."

Chavez was shocked to see the iron-clad man lying on the ground, one hand in a hugging gesture clenched into a fist, the other hand groping around on the floor, his finger joints bruised, and his blond hair scattered, covering his extremely handsome face, and only the green tendons pulled on the side of his neck could be seen.

As he walked over, he saw dappled droplets of water on the ground.

He was in tears.

Then he was shocked to see the face under the blonde hair.

It was a desperate, sleepy beast-like face.

Even after Ailing's death, when the man was at his most decadent, he had never seen the other party look like a wolf. Unbelievable.

"Alex!"

Chavez crouched down in fright to help him up, took off the sensor, and punched him hard.

"Are you going to drive yourself crazy? You fuck me normal! It really doesn't look like you! The next mission is about the fate of the whole United States and the world, and you have to hold it up for us! ”

"Do you look worthy of your honor and those who died, Alex, don't forget your rank of captain, you are a soldier, an agent, and an opportunity to defend your country!"

He yelled in disregard.

The man who was knocked to the ground by his punch was only a little more sober, his sloppy gaze slowly regaining focus, and the dark eyes like the Dead Sea gradually regained the light of the living.

Sayaro stood up from the ground, his stiff fingers still in a gripping position.

"You see... Something is wrong with the surveillance footage. ”

An investigator shouted. They looked up at the terminal, and the screen flickered rapidly, revealing an eerie icon, a large neo-Nazi logo.

Chavez suddenly changed color: "It's a virus!" Someone's hacked! Activate the defense system! ”

After a few seconds, the virus is intercepted, and a pale face appears on the screen.

Sayara's body shook violently.

Adjusting the camera from above, Isaiah stared down at the unconscious youth in the medical cabin, his fingers sliding over his brow and over his bloodless lips.

"I said I would relive your nightmare, Shayaro."

Sayaro smiled sickly as he saw the one-eyed man in the back of the camera staring at him.

Now I retract it. I'll take care of it for you...... Pamper him. As for the code to activate the negative energy source, I already know it. This time, you lost completely, great heroes. ”

Isaiah leaned down and kissed the man in the medical cabin on the lips. Shayero noticed that Helo was sleepwalking around the other man's neck, which was a dependent gesture that he only had to face him. And Helo closed his eyes at this time, and he didn't know who was hugging him now, like a hibernating little animal.

Sayero stared at the screen, his nerves tearing in sharp pain.

"His body has been completely developed by you... Shayero, from now on, he will only remember the feeling of being possessed by me, just like Aeling, who will only suffer the pain I give him until he dies. ”

"You'd love to kill me, wouldn't you? Come on, come to me and take him away. I know you're coming where I'm going, but I just hope this footage doesn't interfere with your actions. ”

Chavez grimaced in disbelief and disgust, hearing a horrible string of bones popping from the fist of the man next to him. He looked over to Sayaro and saw dense streaks of blood emerging from the back of the other's hand, his expression distorted like a demon. Chavez stepped up to help him with concern, and Sayero's body shook, pulling out a box of injections from his suit and plunging them into the tight, bulging veins in his neck.

"What's wrong with you, Sayara?"

Without saying a word, Sayero conducted a location search on the terminal for the source of the virus - and sure enough, the IP address was displayed in Egypt.

"Inform the Delta Force and go now."