He followed Sasaro over the tallest free trade tower in Hong Kong City and flew all the way to a huge space gas station.

Watching Sayaro fly into the dark and narrow entrance of the space station, he turned on the low-altitude flight mode and slowly approached one of the station's windows. The inside was dilapidated, as if it had been abandoned for a long time, and the walls were riddled with bullet holes, and it seemed that there had been a fierce firefight.

He saw Sayero push his flying bike in, raised his hand and pressed it on his helmet, and the lid of a fuel tank in front of him fell off, revealing an electronic screen inside. But unfortunately, due to the angle, he couldn't see what was displayed on that screen, and only saw Sayaro nodding.

Helo groped his way in through the window, knowing how alert Sayero was, and this time he was very careful not to make a sound.

"Understood, sir. I will do my best to complete this mission. ”

Hearing Sayero's voice, he froze and looked across the screen.

The screen shows the face of a middle-aged man.

Heloh stared at his mouth curiously, he had learned how to read lips, he could read what the man was saying, and soon, he translated it synchronously in his head.

"I want you to succeed. You're not going to let Erin die in vain, are you? ”

Ailing, who is that person?

What mission is Sayaro going on? Was it assigned to him by Heaven of Thorns?

Helo thought in surprise, but suddenly saw Sayaro raise his arm and put it between his forehead, saluting a standard military salute, and the jawline exposed by his helmet looked sharp and resolute.

His deep voice was like a hammer strike, but his lips were trembling slightly: "No." ”

This incredibly simple word seemed to be full of pain, and even Helo couldn't help but feel his heart tighten. Somehow, the completely unfamiliar name of Ailing gave him a strange feeling. I can't say why, it's like an invisible thorn that can't be pulled out as the blood pierces into his heart.

"After this qiē, I will apply to withdraw. Sir. Saya Luo paused, "I want to get married." ”

Helo's nerves jerked.

"Exit? Captain Sayero, do you mean it really? You're the best agent in the CIA! ”

The man on the screen showed a look of surprise, and wanted to say something more, but as if he was aware of his peeping, his gaze went straight to the direction where he was hiding.

"Someone is around, find it out immediately, kill it."

Helo read the man's lips and sneered inwardly - will Sayero kill him? A rebellious mentality prompted him to jump in through the window, and in an instant Sayaro's face suddenly changed color, and his hand touched his waist.

It was an urge to draw a gun.

Then the next second he fired, not at him, but at that screen.

Sayero slammed the screen of the communication terminal disguised as a gas tank to smash the screen, and Helo vaguely felt that nervous reaction, as if it were ......

Sayaro was afraid that the man on the screen would see him.

This inexplicable feeling flashed away, and was scared away by the cloudy expression on Sayero's face.

He reflexively took a step back, and Sayero strode up, grabbed his arm like a rabbit, cut his hands backwards, and pressed him to the flying motorcycle.

"How dare you stay in my brain?"

Sayaro actually put a gun at his lumbar spine, and his leather-gloved hand stuck the back of his neck, exuding a cold and dangerous aura. For a moment, Helo felt that Sayaro was almost unfamiliar at this moment.

He even threatened him with a gun?

He struggled and turned his head: "I can go wherever I like!" I just love surfing in your brain! ”

"Smack".

Shayero slapped him hard in the ass.

The blood in his whole body suddenly rushed to his brain, and Helo struggled to overturn the flying motorcycle, took the opportunity to turn over, squatted down and grabbed one of Sayero's feet like lightning, and bent his knees to push his knee socket, but this counter-grappling move was completely insignificant in front of Sayero. Sayaro dodged with ease, and with one hand he flipped him to the ground, like a wolf catching a little rabbit and grabbing his hands, leaning down and crushing him under him.

"How dare you try that on me again, Sayero, it's in your brain now!"

As soon as Sayero reached out and took off his helmet and threw it aside, his eyes darkened, like a rainstorm brewing. Such a close distance reminded Helo of the kiss of unknown meaning, and the roots of his ears turned red. Even if he didn't want to admit it, Sayero's cold appearance was so sexy that he couldn't get angry.

He had no choice but to force his composure, his eyes wide and glaring at him coldly: "Sayero, I sue you, you don't want to leave like this!" If you want to stop me, you can't stop me unless you give me a reasonable explanation! ”

Sayaro looked at him quietly for a long time, his eyes twinkle.

"Nonsense."

"Nonsense?" Helo laughed angrily, his eyes seemed to be dusty, and the corners of his eyes were a little red, "What I did is childlike nonsense in your eyes?" ”

"Isn't it?" Sayaro raised his eyebrows, lowered his head, and blew into his eyes, his lips brushing his eyelids as if nothing, "A little scum." ”

Helo was stunned for a few seconds as if he had been burned by a spark, and his eyes turned even redder. As soon as Sayaro let go of his hand, he sprang up like a real rabbit, staring angrily at the man who was a head taller than him.

Instead, he walked over to him, reaching out as he had done before and brushing his messy sideburns, fingers sliding from his ears to his cheeks, where Helo froze sensitively, a little bewildered. If he was only thirteen years old, he would not hesitate to throw himself into Sayero's arms, and now he would never be able to do this, it is too shameful.

"Delusional Tong Guò changes my memory and reverses our future, and only you will be so whimsical."

Sayero pinched his earlobe, which was about to burn, "Have you ever thought that if the time and space here really changed reality, would you still be saving zài now, Helo?" ”

Helo stood there in a daze, muttering in despair, "But I don't want to leave you for six years, I don't want you to suffer those pains, I don't want to watch you die and be powerless one day." ”

"I won't die so lightly, at least for you." Sayaro clenched one of his hands, lowered his long eyelashes, and twisted the meteorite ring on his finger with his thumb, "Only by following the established trajectory will I reunite with you in the future, my little bunny." ”

"Wait! Who did you say you wanted to marry......

Heloh held out his hand, and there was another sound of collapse around him, the walls shattering, and in an instant he was back in pitch black. The plan to hack into Sayero's brain apparently failed.

He clenched his fists, sensing that the ring that had been taken by Sayaro in his previous memory was back in his hand, and an indescribable feeling rose in his heart, as if everything was predestined.

Could it be that this thing is the future he brought back to his past?

Is this some kind of token between Sayaro and him?

He thought in a daze, floating quietly in the darkness, his figure seemed to emit a faint light in the void-like world, like a star illuminating the boundless space.

"No matter what, I will never be left behind by you again in the future orbit, Shayero."

Silently reciting a string of awakening keys, Helo removed the sensor helmet and let out a long sigh of relief from weariness.

Invading a person's brain is a very laborious job, and if the other person's mental power is too strong, there is a possibility of being brainwashed. Now it was like an avalanche, his body was too dull to move.

It reminded him of a few years ago when he and Sayaro went on a trip to Japan (although now I think Sayaro is mostly there for some kind of mission). He did suffer an avalanche, but fortunately, Sayaro, who has a lot of experience in survival, was here, and death passed them both.

He still remembers that time. They were trapped in the narrow crevices of the rocks, surrounded by icy snow, and Sayero was close to his body, just like he felt now.

Helo moved his frozen fingers, almost stiffened, touched the man's frost-covered face, struggled out of the freezer-like medical cabin, and looked back at the misty glass, a little startled.

It's just that at that time, Saharo kept talking to him, and even told a lot of lame jokes in order to prevent him from going into shock in too low temperatures. I have to say that the jokes were too cold, not as funny as the fact that Sayaro would tell jokes in itself, but he was amused, curled up in the other's arms and laughed like a "little seal caught a fish" - not to mention who the adjective came from, of course.

And it is not only those jokes that are deeply rooted in the memory, but also the heat of that body, which is unforgettable.

"Is it still cold, Helo? Don't sleep... Don't sleep...... Promise me. ”

Sayara's deep nasal call was still in his ears.

Helo felt him held by the hands that were not much warmer than his own, and put them into the zipper that the other had unzipped, and the cold shrunken fingers touched his chest.

Shayero was feverish, trembling harder than him, but he couldn't break free from the strength of his hand. The heat seemed to rush from his fingertips into his veins, and even his heart was welded to death.

It seems that they are intimately connected.

The memories faded away like a tide, and he suddenly felt cold. He blinked, withdrew his hand that had unconsciously pressed against the glass, erased the palm prints he had left behind, and sneezed as he put on his isolation gown.

Damn, he's going to catch a cold, he's going to have to stay healthy, maybe it's a good idea to have some wine with a little alcohol and go to the warm living pod to get some rest. Glancing worriedly at the medical chamber, he lit an e-cigarette and walked out the door with it in his mouth.

After activating the Medic android guarding the door, he returned to his medical pod, collapsed on the bed, stripped naked and wrapped himself in a soft sleeping bag, opened the temperature control pad in the sleeping bag, and shivered to open a self-heating can of milk oatmeal and drank it.

If he didn't have the insulated bionic human tissue that Anteng implanted for him, with his original physique, he would probably be in shock by now.

Helo thought to himself, curling himself up in a trance like he had fallen into the warm embrace of a man. After a few minutes, he pulled himself out of this unrealistic fantasy and opened his eyes.

Agent... CIA

CIA - Isn't the code name that the man on the screen inadvertently mentioned an abbreviation for the U.S. Intelligence Agency?

There is also the "Top 10 Tortures of the CIA" that Sayaro inadvertently mentioned......

But he investigated that Sayero had obviously worked for the German neo-Nazi army, and he was also the commander of the special forces, how could he be involved with the US Intelligence Agency?

In an instant, a word jumped to the surface of his brain, making his fingers shake, and "click" to cut off the e-cigarette in his hand - spy.

There is a special retrieval detachment I in the CIA, which is responsible for the assassination order in the special operations order, known as the "snake eater", also known as the "dry and wet work", which is the CIA's military group that undertakes espionage capabilities, that is, a mixture of spies and soldiers. Indeed, the headquarters of the German neo-Nazi army was destroyed from the inside.

To this day, it remains a military mystery how the German neo-Nazi army, which controls almost half the world, was defeated overnight.

He pinched the cigarette butt that had broken between his fingers, and couldn't help but lament that he was too far away from Earth to hack into the U.S. government network, otherwise this bit of information would have been enough for him to turn out Sayero's bottoms. Damn it. Why is this person so conscious even when his own brain is invaded? Most people would let him turn his skull upside down, but Sayero was able to counter him, which was too frustrating for him.

At this moment, Helo really felt that he was more than a little different from his brother's rank, it was a world of difference, he was still a child in front of him!

Unwilling to writhe in the bottom of his heart like a poisonous snake, he threw away the broken cigarette and closed his eyes to sort out the mess of thoughts. If Sayero is a member of the CIA, his purpose in entering an illegal military group like Thorn Paradise can only be an undercover agent. He's investigating and smashing the vast, interstellar marketplace power.

On his own?

Want to isolate yourself like a fool and call it "protection"?

Don't do it.

Herlo sneered, scooped a large spoonful of oatmeal, stuffed his cheeks so much, and swallowed it without swallowing, and his stomach suddenly ached.

He covered his stomach and curled up on the bed, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

The defective gene brings not only albinism, but also imperfect internal organs.

He suffers from an incurable digestive disease, which has improved a lot after the fortification, but some "minor problems" still flare up from time to time. He wasn't good at taking care of himself, maybe Sayaro had taken too good care of him.

In the past, at this time, Sayaro would always gently carry him to the bed and feed him milk oats one bite at a time. He missed his hands, the taste of the milk oats he cooked, and the fact that even though the vacuum-preserved canned oats were hard to swallow, he would subconsciously eat a can every time a stomach cramp tormented him.

It's almost become an ingrained habit.

He covered his mouth and swallowed the last bite of oatmeal with the urge to vomit, his cheeks flushed and a few physiological tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

In the face of a defective gene that his parents disliked, how could Sayero have the patience to treat him for so many years?

Helo smiled self-deprecatingly, clutching his aching stomach and burying his face in the pillow, involuntarily remembering the incomprehensible ...... in Sayero's brain, in his incomparably wolf bèi situation Kiss.

And those excessive moves.

He recalled the real and illusory situation at that time, and his body was slightly hot. He leaned back, his back pressed against the cold, hard metal deck, and his body temperature immediately cooled. Compared to the real world he lived in, the space that existed in Sayaro's brain seemed too false, like a dream he had concocted.

――Are you satisfied?

Ask like that...... Probably to appease.

It's like the soothing thing that Sayaro did to him when his lust first sprouted.

It's like an educational encouragement for the elders... Or a reward, whatever! In short, it won't be...... Sayaro wanted to do that. But his body reacted at that time......

The young man curled up in his sleeping bag hugged his head like a confused little beast, rubbing his silver hair into a mess, but a strange thought quietly bit at the nerve endings—what would happen if he seduced Sayero?

Like a promiscuous prostitute? Sitting on top of each other with your legs wide open?

No, he can't do that.

Even if he did, Sayero's reaction would have pushed him into the ice cellar. It is true that this overly special appearance has made him coveted by a large number of fanatical suitors, but Sayero has been with him for eight years, watching him grow from a kitten-like little child to an unruly and rebellious teenager, and his appearance must not have attracted him at all. It's ridiculous and naïve to think like that.

Helo shrunk himself into his sleeping bag and stared at the top of the low living pod, he wanted to be alert to his surroundings, he only wanted to empty his brain to recuperate, but after a while he fell asleep in a daze.

Before falling asleep, Helo didn't realize that at this time, without his knowledge, the search and rescue ship had quietly deviated from its original course and headed in another direction.

It was a completely unknown and dangerous place, and a group of "hunters" with ill intentions were waiting for their ship of prey to be delivered.

TBC