Helo had enough of him, withdrew his hand and raised his eyebrows, and smiled coldly: "None of them." ”

As he spoke, he made a gesture to walk out the door, but was dragged back by Sayara.

"Wait, I've got to put you to the test, it's not a joke."

He nodded, and cooperatively followed Sayaro to re-enter the sensor cabin and return to the virtual space, only this time, it was no longer the home they once were, the lingering love routine, but a dangerous battlefield. They are in the middle of a dangerous rainforest.

The scorching sun fell through the gaps in the leaves, mottled and mottled with stealth uniforms that made them like two stealthy cheetahs shuttling between giant plants. The feet hit the mud and made a barely audible sound.

A figure flashed in front of him, and Sayero suddenly quickened his pace, and his figure was as fast as a sharp sword. Helo chased after him, raising his gun with him. Kill with one hit.

Roll, land, dodge.

His movements are only a little slower than Sayero's, but this is negligible.

He was amazed that the tacit understanding with Sayaro was like an instinct buried in his body, which had been suppressed due to the limitations of genetic defects, but was fully stimulated after being strengthened, which may be the reason why he was able to adapt to the training of Thorn Heaven so quickly.

Realizing that this was due to the effect of Ailing's genes, a slight sense of loss came over him, and he left it behind in an instant. He finally didn't care so much about that anymore.

He wasn't a replacement, he wasn't a replica, it was Sayero who made him realize that.

And by Sayero's side is he, now, in the future, forever.

After a slight distraction, the movement slowed down, a bullet hit the shoulder, the real pain hit the muscles, the body fell backwards, Sayero reflexively hugged him, and the two of them rolled a few laps in the bushes, rolling to a large sandy beach, surrounded by a rainforest to the sea, and overhead was a night sky full of stars.

The sea was strewn with a halo of meteorite fragments, and the Silver Wing Rover leaped and brought out a brilliant splash of water, and rain fell from the sky, dripping like a romantic whisper.

Sayaro tested his grappling skills and ended up undisputedly losing with him being crushed on the sand by Sayero, punished by a kiss.

Then they gasped and snuggled up on the beach, looking up at the sky.

Helo stretched out his hand and counted the stars above him, and they fell from the sky and fell around them as fireflies. It's an illusory world, there's no logic to speak of, but they're real. This is not a dream, not a bubble, not a sea market, it is a wedding they weave together.

"Do you like it?"

Among the countless falling stars, Sayaro turned his face sideways, and his slender hand scraped the tip of his nose.

Helo threw himself on his chest like a rabbit, his eyelashes gilded with silver by the stars.

"Like... I like it to death. ”

"Like what?" Sayero asked narrowly.

Helo sprang up and ran on the beach, like he had done in his youth, his silver hair fluttering in the wind, and he threw himself out into the sea with his arms outstretched. Sayaro chased after him, holding him high and spinning.

If you can, you want this moment to stagnate and become eternal.

As soon as he was ready and walked out of the training cabin, Helo was drenched in sweat, but the enduring haze on his body seemed to be washed away by sweat. He strode out of the spaceship, walked into the Delta Force, picked up a tandem and rode on, turned around and whistled defiantly.

A group of humanoid weapons were teased by the heroic beauty in front of them, and one of them joked improperly: "Hey, captain, I apply to act in a group with this kid!" ”

Sayero walked down with a dark face, reluctantly watching them make a brief introduction to Helo, his little Eve always had a natural attraction to the same sex, which he had realized since he was an adolescent, but he couldn't stop Helo from giving off pheromones.

What's more, he has changed from an ignorant child to an adult who understands everything.

"Hazel, Jack, Dia, Zemo......" Herlo called out the names of the team members one by one, and opened his mouth, "My name is Herlo, it's ...... Field agents of the CIA. ”

The bald man named Hazel touched his green scoop with a cobra tattooed on it, and made Sayero's previous request untiringly amused Herlo. He couldn't help but think of Ando's unscrupulous guy, and he actually missed the days when he gaged with him.

"Thank you for your trust, but... Man, I'm in your captain's group, he's not very talkative about this. He took the cigarette from Hazel and glanced meaningfully at Sayero.

"I know, you two are brothers, and you have a tacit understanding." Dia, who had been Sayaro's old subordinate, shrugged her shoulders and stared at him suspiciously, as if she didn't believe he wasn't Elling.

Helo casually spat out the smoke: "Not brothers. He's my boyfriend. One. ”

Several people burst out laughing in unison. Hazel put his arm around his shoulder: "Can I join in?" ”

Sayaro's head was smoking.

Turning the cigarette between his fingers and holding it in his mouth, Helo smiled provocatively, stepped on the aircraft with long legs, started the engine and soared out, Sayero caught up like an arrow, jumped into the back seat of the car, leaned over and pressed Helo tightly on the saddle, twisted the accelerator fiercely, the engine let out a deafening scream, bringing up a cloud of dust, and the aircraft carried the two people towards the Egyptian city at high speed.

At this moment, the city of Egypt is quietly experiencing a drastic change.

Beneath the Sphinx, the Pyramid of King Khufu, with its buried source of negative energy, is still heavily defended by the army, while the "pharaohs" who own it sit at a negotiating table, engaged in an underground deal with an outsider that will completely affect the fate of the world.

Isaiah turned the pen in his hand, signed his name on the transparent magnetic plate, remitted a billion dollars to the accounts of the "pharaohs", and took the priceless treasure into his pocket.

He looked up at the window as his armed forces drove large groups of refugees into the pyramid entrance, his eyes filled with a certain mad desire. Those refugees are the "sacrifices" he uses to awaken the source of negative energy, and they are also the weapons he uses to change the world.

"Did the deal work, my son?" A voice came from the communicator in his ear, and Isaiah smiled and nodded, fiddling the silver chess in his hand, "The plan went smoothly." Now just wait for the sacrifices we need most...... Deliver yourself to the door with your own hands. ”

When Helo and his party arrived at the Pyramid of Khufu, the sun had sunk into the horizon, and only a blood-colored halo remained. Ragged people line up in a long winding line and slowly enter the gate leading to the interior of the pyramid, as if the king was buried thousands of years ago. With their heads bowed, their feet shackled and their necks bound by a series of numbered necklaces that constantly flashed, they were the same "slaves" of Cronn as he walked, and as they walked through the endless desert, they looked like a herd of cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, so silent, so numb. The sight stung him at once.

"What are these people going to be do?" He turned his head to ask Sayaro behind him.

"Whatever you do, if it falls into the hands of Isaiah, you will only be a victim." Sayero's tone sounded indifferent but calm, and Helo was a little unhappy. But he knew that in order to act with Sayero, he had to put an end to the influence of love, and the so-called good and evil, right and wrong, in his opinion, the boundaries were extremely blurred.

The only thing he saw was clear was his Creator.

He brushed his windswept hair, "So what do we do, Captain?" ”

"Follow me closely, listen to my orders, and don't act without permission." Sayaro carefully explained the battle plan, and Helo listened carefully and nodded. Sayaro caught a glimpse of a white neck exposed under his hood, his heart pounded, and he added viciously: "Otherwise, I will you until you get pregnant." ”

“……”

Sayero felt a thrill in his arms when he was satisfied.

He reached under his armpit and hung a signal whistle that emitted ultrasonic frequencies around his neck, and blew it in his mouth, his breath causing Helo to freeze again. All the aircraft came to a neat stop behind him, and Sayaro jumped down, put the mask of the stealth combat suit on his face, and carried one of the warp engine drives on the aircraft into the sand, with a neat and chic movement.

Helo stepped forward to help him fix it, and when he saw Sayero's eyes squinting in a complicated way, he reached out to touch his head, Helo shrank back, clenched his hand into a fist and pressed it to his chest, and said with his lips, "Trustme." ”

Saharo stared at him burningly, and only looked away for a long time, and compared the code of action to the others behind him, while teaching him: "This is the meaning of spreading and stealth." ”

Helo nodded, his expression serious like a schoolboy.

He followed him and crawled on the ground like amphibians, and in the thick of the night, the stealth uniforms allowed them to silently avoid the sentry posts with infrared detection, and climb to the side of the slave carts. They climbed to the bottom of the car, and Saharo unloaded a piece of the car with the spur in his hand, inspected the interior with his watch, and then took him inside.

The car was in shambles, with several naked and dead slaves inside, and there was a smell of sexuality-lewdness in the air - these slaves had been ravaged to death.

Helo turned his face away in disgust, and Sayaro had just pulled two neck rings from the slave's neck when he heard the car door open, and a mercenary grabbed a female slave by the hair and burst in.

Sayaro covered his mouth and shrank into the corner. The slave screamed and was pressed against a pile of corpses, and the mercenary, visibly drunk, lay on top of her, lifting the hem of her skirt and tearing her legs apart. Helo clenched his fists, and without Sayero's permission, he quietly walked over, strangled the mercenary from behind, and stabbed him in the heart.

Blood splattered the slave's face, and she opened her mouth wide and screamed, but her mouth was covered by an invisible hand, her neck twisted, and her bones made a cracking sound.

Helo shook the mercenary's corpse away and stared in shock at Sayero, who had broken the slave's neck, and Sayaro let go of his hand and removed the neck ring from the slave's neck.

"She influences our actions." Sayero glanced at the mercenary corpse next to him, "You now know why I don't want you to act with me." As you can see, Helo, I am not a righteous savior, not a hero, but a 'snake eater' who works wet and dry. I've done too many of those shady, cruel things. As long as it gets in the way of the overall situation, even if it is only a few years old, I will not hesitate to get rid of it as a hidden danger. My hands are stained with the blood of innocents. ”

"Why, you think I can't accept you like this?" Helo asked coldly, carefully arranging the hem of the woman's skirt, and the palms of his hands were sticky, all in cold sweat.

"I selfishly don't want you to see this side of me and make me feel like I've defiled you."

Helo smiled and raised his eyes to look at the dark and affectionate smoky gray eyes: "If it was defiled, I would have been defiled by you a long time ago." If I had to go to hell with you after I died, the only thing of value I could offer to Arubis would probably be to fill your heart. I guess it must weigh more than my empty soul, so I can't be reincarnated as a human. ”

Such a frank confession is simply irresistible.

Sayaro felt like his ribs were about to melt, and his chest and abdomen were hot as if they were tormented.

He may have been more worried about losing his ability to move because of his distraction than he was about tarnishing Helo. This kid is his poppy, his □□, and taking it with him can relieve his addiction and kill him.

Resisting the urge to take the man in front of him into his arms, he avoided his gaze, pressed his watch, and scanned the slave's face, and instantly, Heloh saw a strange change in Sayero's hooded face, and he became the female slave.

Startled, Helo looked at Sayero dumbfounded, and reached out to touch his woman-turned-body and bulging breasts, but it was still a hard muscle.

"This is 3D image simulation technology. The surface of the stealth suit is made up of special electron-imaging particles, the same principle as that of simulated environment for stealth. Only by activating the shield mode can you see me for what I really am. Sayaro pressed his watch, and the disguised image vanished like a molt.

Heloh regained his composure and blinked.

I have to say that compared to completely becoming a woman, Sayaro's real image wearing this dress is more impactful - the stealth combat suit is extremely tight, in order to simulate the human body, it has become flesh colored, and it looks no different from a naked body, highlighting Sayero's muscle lines in a delicate way, plus he is wearing a black hood, and only a pair of eyes are exposed on his whole face, the effect is extremely weird.

At this point, Helo had only one adjective in his head.

Perverted.

This is too far from his fantasy! If that face was exposed, he might still be able to see it, but now Sayero's appearance makes him so creepy that he wants to call the police!

Sensing that something was wrong with his eyes, Sayero clasped his wrist: "Otherwise, let's change it." You're going to pretend to be this slave girl, and I'm going to pretend to be this guy? ”

Seeing him point at the mercenary, Helo suddenly changed color and shook his head in a decisive manner.

A moment later.

Helo tugged at the sturdy body armor on his body, couldn't help but take a few more glances at Sayero, who was wearing a light sundress, threw the two bodies out of the car, buried them in the sand, and climbed back.

Hearing the sound of footsteps not far away, Sayero dragged Hello to his body, Hello was stunned for a moment, remembering the scene just now, and thinking, did Sayero want him to pretend to be ......?

The footsteps got closer and closer, Sayero slapped his ass, Hello hurriedly leaned on top of him, stiffly grabbed one of his strong legs, one hand was still pretending to rest on his chest, Sayero lifted his skirt cooperatively, Hello couldn't help but glance down, glimpsing the male features outlined by the flesh-colored tights between his crotch, although there was no □□, it was still a big bag of bulging bags.

He couldn't help but admit that Sayero's gender inversion was ...... It's so erotic.