Over the next few months, Zheng Yu repeated the same action countless times. That's aiming, pulling the trigger, changing the magazine. He couldn't remember how many bullets he had fired in the past few months, how many times the jaw in his right hand had been torn apart, how many times his arm had cramped.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Click. ”

It's still the periphery of the abandoned factory, it's still the familiar pistol. The difference is Zheng Yu. Because he has lost his independent mind and has become a walking corpse completely. There was no so-called point of light in his eyes, just gray, without any brilliance.

In just two seconds, he fired five bullets in a row. The gun hits the same part. Over the years, the place where the iron ball was almost pierced, and it was dented by two-thirds.

"Now you're trying to hit somewhere else."

No. 5 said to Zheng Yu expressionlessly, and then pointed to the flock of birds that just flew by.

Zheng Yu looked up at the group of birds in the sky with dull eyes, quickly replaced the new magazine and shot randomly into the sky.

"Bang! Bang! Bang...... Click. ”

Hands shoot with eyes, guns hit. The barrage of gunfire did not stop until there was a click and the sound of the magazine popping out. Zheng Yumu glanced at the bird that he had knocked down, and said to No. 5, "It's okay." ”

"Well, go eat."

Five calmly replied to him, slung her sniper rifle over her shoulder, and headed inside the factory. Zheng Yu put down his hot pistol and followed No. 5 back.

Here, there is a simple table on which some coarse grains are arranged. The two of them looked at each other silently, sitting opposite each other and eating these meals that were difficult for ordinary people to eat.

When eating, it was surprisingly quiet. And their movements are also the same, if it weren't for the fact that they were eating, they would have thought they were a pair of robots.

The atmosphere froze to the extreme, and suddenly, Zheng Yu swallowed the last bite of food, and said coldly: "Five, what's my name?" ”

No. 5 stopped and handed a police card in his pocket to Zheng Yu, Zheng Yu didn't know why, he only felt a tightness in his heart, and hesitated to read it.

In the end, Zheng Yu still made up his mind, and continued to move forward with his stopped hand, picking up the somewhat worn-out police card.

Zheng Yu......

Zheng Yu carefully read the name on it, and then, he looked at other places, and after roughly understanding, Zheng Yu put it in his pocket. (The thing had complete amnesia, plus he lost his mind due to the madness of Five, so he didn't see anything.)

"Do you feel the soul of the gun?"

No. 5 cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and asked Zheng Yu.

"I feel it."

Zheng Yu took out the large silver-colored pistol specially ordered for him by No. 5 on his waist and casually shot at a can in the factory. The bullet hit the center and pierced the can.

"What does it feel like?"

"I felt like I was one with the gun, and the gun was part of my body. Wherever you want to hit, you will be hit in 100 shots...... The realm of 'heaven and one' of the gun. ”

As he spoke, Zheng Yu inserted the gun back into the holster.

"Not bad."

This compliment, when it came to the mouth of the five, became a prosaic word. It sounds weird, and it doesn't feel like it's colorful at all.

"Check if the spare magazine is enough, and go out with me to complete Mission A later."

With that, Number Five picked up her love gun again and made a final check.

"Hmm."

Zheng Yu responded, took a few more loaded magazines from the top of the cabinet and inserted them into his waist, and then followed the pace of No. 5 to a sports car. (Don't ask why this thing didn't resist Five's orders, because I don't know either)

No. 5 first opened the car door and entered, and Zheng Yu sat in the passenger seat one after another.

"This is this mission, the floor plan of the Tianlong Hotel, you know it well. Also, keep in mind the red line above, you must not go, there are very strict guards. The green line is the escape route. The yellow route is the route we are going to take now. ”

No. 5 took out a piece of paper from the small gap next to the car seat and handed it to Zheng Yu. After Zheng Yu took it, he first took a cursory look, and finally observed the various routes marked on No. 5 in detail.

"Also, your eyes need to change."

No. 5 looked Zheng Yu up and down, and finally fixed on Zheng Yu's dull eyes, "Although I know that sentimentality is tiring, I must disguise it in front of outsiders." ”

Saying that, No. 5 also gave Zheng Yu a demonstration, only to see her eyes blink, her head flickered, and then, she seemed to be a different person.

The corners of his mouth are always raised from time to time, and his eyes are full of curiosity about everything in the world, shining with essence. The aura of his body also changed, if it weren't for Zheng Yu not seeing a second person get into the car, Zheng Yu would still think that he had recognized the wrong person.

"Hey, where are we going today?"

No. 5 was lying in Zheng Yu's arms like a tame kitten, looking very cute and happy, exuding the breath of youth and sunshine.

Zheng Yu looked at the ground for a moment, reaching out and wanting to touch her head, but he didn't want her to get up suddenly, just dodging Zheng Yu's hand.

"I'm tired."

I saw that No. 5 suddenly changed back to the original cold and ruthless killing machine, and the gentleness in his eyes suddenly turned into a glacier, stabbing people's eyes.

"It's tiring, but it has to be like that when you meet outsiders. Know. ”

No. 5 said coldly to Zheng Yu, and then stepped on the accelerator, and the sports car suddenly roared out. (It's not that I forgot to put a question mark, it's that this guy never uses a questioning tone when he says interrogative sentences)

Zheng Yu was messed with by No. 5 like this, Zheng Yu's heart was like knocking over the five-flavor bottle, and many inexplicable and wonderful reactions recovered some. But as the Five said, the sentimental personality is too tired, so although he has recovered some ordinary feelings, he does not choose to show it. As always, he made a cold and silent image, but his eyes were not as dim as before. (Zheng Yu's situation is different from that of No. 5, where the former's feelings are only worn out by pain during training, while the latter is erased by high technology.) One can be recovered, one is impossible)