In the dark and closed room, Sayaro opened his eyes from his nightmare, his naked chest drenched in sweat. He tilted his head, took a breath, took off his sensing helmet, untied the fiber-optic cables attached to his limbs, and landed on the cold ground, staring at his own image in the two-way mirror opposite: "Is it over?" ”

"It's over."

A man pushes open the two-way mirror and steps out from behind it.

The Minister of Personnel, Charles, looked at him and smiled, handing him a watch: "Welcome back, Alex." You have all the tests. Both the virtual battlefield and the polygraph results are A. It's unbelievable that, after six years of hibernation, you're still amazingly good. ”

"Thank you."

Putting on his watch, shirt and blazer, Saharo assembled the small hummingbird pistol on the table in five seconds, reloaded it with ammunition, and inserted it into his waist.

Chavez looked appreciatively at his long-lost friend, the man's appearance unchanged, but completely different from the gloomy state he had left the United States ten years ago, like a corpse in the grave.

He looked more mature and human, like a married father with children.

The instinct told him that it had to do with the man who had been rescued with him.

The man who looked exactly like Elling.

"But is there anything you haven't told you about? About the guy who escaped from the hospital and destroyed the surveillance footage? Before I report it to Director William, I want you to bring him back for investigation. Alex... I went to see him when you were unconscious. He looks like ......."

"Looking for him, I want you to leave it to the other agents."

Sayaro turned his face sideways, buttoned the cuffs, and squinted: "I'm sure you've heard the briefing, the current situation is very tense, those neo-Nazi remnants who are dormant in the paradise of thorns have been planning new terrorist attacks, and the virus weapon that is more terrifying than the 'Flower of Evil' in the past six years must have been developed by them, and this time, the target is likely to be the New Territories rebuilt after the war." ”

"And I'm the only one who has infiltrated the Thorn Paradise." Sayaro paused, "I heard your report just now. The last agent lurking in Paradise of Thorns was also revealed. Isn't it? ”

Chavez was speechless and shrugged. He wanted to say something, but he stopped talking.

He had no right to leak secrets until that extraordinary move was carried out, even if Sayero should have known about it. After all, this kind of behavior, like digging a dead person out of a grave and using it, is still extremely cruel to his relatives, even if it is forced by the situation.

"That's the goal for tomorrow night. He is the leader of the notorious gang 'Knife Wheels', where he will trade arms with the people of Thorn Paradise tomorrow. Charles clicked on the three-dimensional map displayed on his watch, "They have set up jammers, and our people can't monitor them remotely." There's a power station underneath that place, and there's no way to raid it. You know what to do. ”

"Just because I've been dormant for six years doesn't mean I've become an idiot, Charles."

The man pushed open the door, his voice was as calm and low as ever, and his tall back was retracted by the black suit with clear and sharp lines, like an indestructible blade.

Like everyone else in the CIA, Charles had thought that the guy who had come out of the devil's camp that specialized in cultivating killer machines was an emotionless non-human, when it wasn't.

Watching the other party walk away, Charles couldn't help but think of the head soaked in liquid that he had seen in the underground room a few days ago, and sighed silently.

Helo followed Lancey on the second floor, which was like a labyrinth.

The doors along the road are closed, and the door panel is a screen, projecting holographic figures in different postures, scratching their heads in front of the door, as if they can reach out.

It's a paradise of personality and love.

Helo couldn't help but look left and right curiously, and at the same time his face was red, and before he knew it, he had been led by Lancy to a different door, the door was painted with the scene of the Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve were intimately intertwined, a snake hung on a tree, a pair of strange snake eyes were staring at him, and a beam of light was shining through his pupils.

Scleral scanners.

"Let me do it." Lancy gently pushed him away, and his eyes were on the beam of light in the snake's eye, and he heard the door click and open automatically.

Inside the door, the blue-purple smoke was still in a secluded place, and the lights were green, and it looked like a small private clubhouse, and Heloh avoided the people who leaned towards him, and followed Lancy into the depths.

A man with red hair stood in front of the bar, holding a glass of colorful cocktail, and was looking like a couple of slaves with only a pair of fringed crotch pants hanging on their lower bodies.

Helo couldn't help but think of Ando, and suddenly felt a little nostalgic for that annoying guy.

Lancey knelt down, crawled up to the red-haired man under Helo's surprised gaze, leaned down and kissed his pointy boots, and shook his ass: "Master, a guest is looking for you." ”

"Oh?" The red-haired man raised his red-painted eyes leisurely, looked the young man in front of him up and down, and showed a slightly surprised look, "What are you doing?" Looking for your master? ”

“……”

Does he look that much like Sub?

Feeling the gaze that fell on his body like a blade, as if it could scrape off his clothes and examine his naked body, Helo waved his hand uncomfortably and pushed away the mojito that a slave came up to and handed to him, subconsciously tightened his neckline, and coughed lightly: "I'm coming to find Alex, please take me to his room." ”

The moment he said the name, the slaves in the room who looked like subs suddenly gathered their eyes together, as if they had heard something very enviable, and turned their heads and ears.

Helo frowned suspiciously, and Cizer stared at him in admiration, "Alex's vision is really not ordinary. ”

He moved his lips in annoyance, trying to explain something, but he didn't say anything. In a way, Saya is indeed his master.

Cizer led him out of the room, and walked in front, carrying a leather whip in his hand and swaying from side to side, making a crackling sound on the wall, which made Herro a little nervous. Before he felt the urge to escape, they stopped at a door at the end of the hallway. There is a combination lock embedded in the door.

Helo stretched out his hand, and when he entered the password that Saya told him, he was sluggish to realize something that he had just ignored - Saya ** Why did he use his birthday in such a place?

Is... Odd.

He hesitantly opened the door, and Cizer shoved him inside: "It has everything you need, it's in the closet, it's all brand new." ”

"Wait." Herlo looked back, "I want to know something about Alex. He used to... Do you come here often? Did he have anything to do with someone else... You know what I want to ask. ”

"Slaves are not qualified to intervene in the affairs of their masters." Cizer showed a professional vigilance and smiled mysteriously, "But I can tell you that Alex is the most popular top here, and there are almost no slaves who don't want to kneel down and lick his feet, so you can follow him and enjoy it!" ”

"What... What the? Feed! ”

The door slammed shut with Cezel, and something from behind it grazed his face.

The lights turned on automatically, but the light was unusually dim, and it was an ambiguous red.

In front of him was a long black military uniform, with a silver metal belt around his waist, full of Sen's cold and ascetic aura, Helo looked at it and blinked, his mind couldn't help but trace the appearance of Sayero wearing it, he took a deep breath and took a step back, and his whole back was a little numb.

Just looking at the dress made him react.

But Cizer's phrase "the most popular top" was still in his ears, and he couldn't control his imagination, imagining that Sayaro was wearing this leather coat and riding on a slave to him.

A surge of anger welled up in his throat, and his entire mouth was spicy and sour.

He stumbled over to the closet and opened the door—the whole closet was filled with strange utensils, new and clean, and I wondered if Sayaro had used it with anyone else. He went through each one like a jealous woman searching her husband's private possession, and finally his hand fell on a belt-knotted restraint garment.

The moment the supple, cold texture touched his fingertips, an electric current suddenly swam up from his veins, causing him to shudder. I don't know why, but he thinks this thing is very... Sayero.

Maybe it's because when Sayaro used to tie him up with a belt when he was grounded before.

Even if he doesn't want to admit it, he gets excited when Sayaro ties him.

He picked it up from the cupboard, his fingers trembling a little, a secret longing that had never seen the light of day burst out of the cracks in his heart like a small snake.

Then, as if possessed by the devil, he took off his clothes and put them on in front of the mirror. In the reflection of the mirror, the tight black belt strangled the young man's thin body, lining the skin more whiter, and the two points on the chest and the straight buttocks were squeezed particularly conspicuously, as if they were about to be ravaged.

He walked back to the door, hugged the leather coat that belonged to Sayero, and slowly... Reached under the abdomen.

The door clicked and suddenly opened.

He took a few steps back in a panic and tried to get into the closet, but it was too late.

In front of the open door, Sahero stood there, his whole body froze for a moment, and the bottle of red wine he was carrying almost slipped to the ground.