"Is there a chromosomal mutation that occurs when the gene strand breaks during replication? It's amazing...... Elling, you're more charming than ever. Isaiah exclaimed softly.

"I said, I'm not an Elling!" Helo gritted his teeth and roared.

Isaiah sat down on the interrogation table in the torture chamber, took a sip of the "galaxy" in the cup, and smiled with satisfaction as he watched the nail in his eye that had broken his life be helped to sit down in a chair, and the mechanical lock tightly clasped his limbs and neck like a condemned prisoner sitting in an electric chair.

He raised his glass to Sayra.

"Cheers, I should congratulate you, Sayero, for creating a beautiful work of art."

"It reminds me of my masterpiece back then......"

Isaiah lowered his voice, his electronic eyes glinting with pleasure.

"Remembering how I tortured Elin little by little in front of you, and how you knelt in front of his corpse and wept bitterly, with blood in your eyes, like a sleepy beast with mad hair."

"You're ...... Say what? ”

Helo took a deep breath and squeezed a few words out of his bleeding teeth.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Isaiah raised his voice in surprise, a finger running over his lips, "I forgot that you're not Arling now, you don't remember those good memories... You're just an imperfect copy. ”

"What... Replica? Helo blinked his unfocused eyes a few times, feeling that he had misheard.

"I don't have time to answer your questions. You can ask him yourself. Alright, wake him up for me. ”

Removing the sensational expression on his face, Isaiah snapped his fingers, and a medical worker came over and put on gloves, took a yellowish injection from the shelf next to him, and walked towards Sayakro.

"What are you going to inject him!?" Helo shouted.

"Don't get excited, it's just a little stimulant, he's in cryo-dormancy, he's not so easy to wake up, I have to refresh him."

"No, you can't just inject him with anything! He ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Isaiah walked up to him, put the cup in his hand to his lips, and caught his chin in surprise, pouring half a glass of wine down.

Helo twisted his head and coughed a few times, shaking his body vigorously, but even the strengthened bones could not free him from the restraints on his hands, only made the loose medical gown open a little wider.

Under the gaze of the people in the room, a sense of shame like a caged prey swept over his heart. Before he could stop it, the needle had already pierced into Sayero's neck artery, and the liquid was quickly pushed into his body.

The veins on the skin immediately became clearer, and the man's narrow eyelids slowly opened a slit after a period of spasms. The smoky gray pupils seemed to be covered with a thick mist, and the depths were bottomless darkness.

A chill crept up Isaiah's back for no reason, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

Something isn't quite right with Sayra.

It was as if the formidable opponent in front of him was dead, and he was just facing a corpse.

Even if it's a corpse, you have to force it to spit out the information it wants.

Clenching the crystal cup in his hand, Isaiah bent down and stared into Sayero's eyes for a few seconds, and found that the other party's pupils were slightly constricted, and the curvature of the corners of his lips deepened.

"Silence is never a wise choice at this time, Sayero." He stretched out a finger and pressed it against the other person's eyelid, and the pointed nails were aimed at his eyes, "Tell me what is the password you use to verify your identity in the CIA, I need to borrow your account to access the internal network of the US Department of Defense, don't you mind?" Hope you don't mind. Because if you mind, I'm just going to get your iris out and use it like when Ailing gouged out my eyes. ”

"Wait! It's not that simple! ”

Helo was so frightened that his breathing was disordered, and his voice was almost low, "It's useless for you to gouge out his eyes, the U.S. government's system network has long applied the new technology of consciousness recognition, unless you can copy his brain, otherwise you will be a fool's dream even if you clone him." I tried to hack into a U.S. government network a few years ago, and I managed to crack the third layer of protection. I can help you if you need it! ”

"I know you're the Blade Rover." Isaiah laughed weirdly, as if he wasn't surprised by this, "Indeed, you have his genes, his talent ......"

Resisting the urge to ask, Helo forced his gaze at the person in front of him, tilted his head to avoid his hand on his cheek, and lowered his long silver-white eyelashes: "I can help you, on the condition, you must let him go." ”

"What qualifications do you have to negotiate with me? You may be able to help me, but you will never be more valuable as a weapon against Sayero. ”

Removing the harassing hand, Isaiah turned around and sat back down at the table, reversing the swivel chair on which Sayro was sitting so that the brothers had to face each other.

Observing the pale blue veins on the back of his hand, Isaiah grinned, resting his hands on the other's shoulders, unable to move at all.

"What did I remind you of, didn't I?"

"Seriously, I admire you for being able to do that. But you tell me that the nerve obstructor blocked your feelings at the time, but after that, will it heal your rotten scars? No, you can't. Great Mr. Agent, you will never forget, Ailing was raped by me in front of you, poured with battery acid, cut off limbs, trembling, incontinent, and undignified death........."

Isaiah laughed weirdly, raised his hand, and slowly poured a glass of wine over the head of the man in front of him.

"I know you can hear me. I'll let this qiē repeat itself. ”

Isaiah leaned slightly, leaned closer to Sayero's ear, and grinned purple.

"After all, destroying art is one of the great joys of my life. Are you still going to be silent? Oh it doesn't matter... You can clone one, ten, a hundred, deceive yourself and pretend that this qiē has never happened, and confess to a fake for ten years, twenty years, until the end of your life. ”

Looking at the young man on the shelf with a stunned and confused expression, Isaiah moved his hand to press the button on the remote control, and the mechanical arm pulled his legs together little by little, forming a humiliating posture.

"What a beautiful body... It's a pity that you're not Aering, you're just a fake, a Kelon slave. ”

"Croon Slave".

The clear word pierced Helo's skull suddenly, causing him to froze for a moment.

Seeing the man walking towards him undo his pants, Helo realized what they were going to do to him.

"Get out of here!" He roared viciously, and his mouth was torn open by a hand, and a large stream of spicy liquor was forcefully poured out, and the skin from the base of his ears to the side of his neck suddenly turned crimson.

As he coughed violently, Isaiah poured the remaining half of the vial on his head.

"Ah...... I guess Sayaro has you a long time ago, right? Otherwise, I can't figure out how to raise a cloned slave with a defective gene by my side, what fun is there besides being a confiner, and repent all day long in front of this face? ”

Insulting the captive in front of him, Isaiah approached him, reaching out to caress his smooth cheek, just as he had caressed the man's broken body all those years ago, and his expression in the shadow was almost delicate and sensational, as if a rose was enough to match his movements.

He lowered his head and pecked and kissed all the way down Helo's ear, one hand around his slender waist, and the bloodied face of the man he had tortured to death with his own hands came to mind, and his breathing became rapid.

"Elling... Oh, Elling, I miss you so much......"

"Get away...... Don't touch me! ”

Helo gritted his teeth in a futile warning, and goosebumps erupted on his body.

The fingers with the mechanical ring gripped him as hard as if they were going to strangle him, and he reacted like any normal male in a state of suffocation.

Isaiah leaned down and reached out to hold it, "How easy is it to get excited?" You're still a virgin who hasn't been touched, are you? ”

Helo tilted his head, a violent feeling of nausea welling up his throat, and his teeth dug into his lips without feeling the slightest pain. For him, what was more brutal than this humiliating torture was ...... Watched by Sayero.

The brain exploded, and a thought roared hysterically in the skull.

Don't look, don't look...... Don't look!

Helo closed his eyes, his teeth crackling, and his clenched thin lips oozed a string of blood that dripped down his jaw and onto his chest.

Sayero's gaze was fixed on the figure standing in Herro's way through closed eyelids, his skull swollen with pain, a fiery sense of rage filling every nerve, and bright red blood crawling all over his pale cheeks.

Then, he heard a string of his bones crackle like never before.

"Zizi-"

The lights in the room flickered a few times, then went out, and it was pitch black. The red emergency lights lit up, accompanied by the sound of a barrage of guns.

Isaiah froze in astonishment.

The stone-carved man who was tightly bound on the seat disappeared in the blink of an eye.