Mapping of the other side [11]Epiphany Plan I
IN 2028, THE DRIEMURR INSTITUTE WAS OFFICIALLY ESTABLISHED.
Broad-leaved Epiphyllum
A program called "Epiphany" was officially launched.
At night,
Girls in black raincoats wear thin clothes and walk barefoot in spurned places.
They gathered on the corner of the alley, and after a discussion, two of them broke away from the group and walked slowly into a bathing club.
They are soon surrounded by a group of men, who are left to fiddle with themselves, but do not forget to search for their target in the sea of people.
Accomplishing their goals in such a place without being defiled is a demanding requirement.
X, IV, III, and II mock the stupidity of their peers.
IV didn't hesitate to press the fragmentation bomb that they had tricked into swallowing in advance as they got entangled with the gang.
Boom - boomββ!
The fireworks and blood from the grenade explosion were the most beautiful things for themβ
Because it symbolizes the end of the mission.
Inside the dormitory.
III happily tosses a black plastic bag onto her bed, the latest set of comic books she's scavenged outside.
Currently, only III and IV in the dormitory like manga.
"So you should enrich your life more, right, you can't pass the time by hand, look at me, I am rarely affected by desire."
III teased nonchalantly, revealing disdain for subjects who numb themselves with brief pleasure.
She has always worked to keep herself chaste, while also calling on her companions,
Of course, the same is only done by IV.
"Sorry...... I...... I feel like I need to make me forget about these for a while...... Bad. β
II weakly replied that she had always been cowardly, which is why she would choose to run away from her fate.
"And how about you get drunk every time you come back from an operation? Those trainers are happy for you to do that! They can't wait to come with you."
III dismissed angrily, she was tired of attitudes like II.
"The comic book is too fake, and going to extremes is not a solid argument, and the scum who was hired on the street to save money didn't even deserve to look at me."
X also retorted that unlike II, X spoke softly, but with confidence.
X is the best of the test subjects, and is the recognized winner, and she trains to make more contributions after she wins, and the others just want to survive a few more days.
"Anyway, IV and I stand together, and I'm not an outlier yet."
III softened her attitude, comparing X not only with confidence, but she didn't want to fight with X, which in the test subject was no different from seeking death.
"You're ......"
"Enough! Don't argue. β
IV opened her mouth to complain, and her tone of voice was self-contained, and her words revealed a strong deterrent.
Even if it's X, listening to IV get angry, I can't help but swallow half of what I said back to my stomach.
Knock knock knock - knock knock β
At this moment, there was a knock on the dormitory door.
"Please come in." III responds politely, just like a girl with cultivation in a comic.
It was the Dr. of the Institute who entered, and he was carrying a white paper bag in his hand.
III and IV greeted each other cordially, while the other two treated each other coldly, as if only III and IV of all the test subjects really liked the character.
"Today's operation was outstanding, and as the first assassination mission, I think it was already outstanding."
With that, the Doctor turned his gaze to IV's frozen cracked feet, and took out four unopened sets of thickened over-the-knee socks and snow boots from his bag and placed them on X's nightstand.
"This is the warm clothes I brought for you, it's better than going barefoot."
The doctor said, seeing the cold atmosphere in the dormitory, he closed the door and left in some frustration.
"I said, if you want to wear it, I've seen those trainers wash our clothes before they finish washing."
X SAID IN A WEIRD WAY THAT ALTHOUGH SHE HAD ALWAYS DREAMED OF BECOMING A MEMBER OF THE DREEMURR GUILD, SHE NEVER TOOK THESE RESEARCHERS SERIOUSLY.
"That's why you don't wear it?"
"You don't deserve to be worn by me, it's useless to me to deceive you hypocritically, if this old man really cares about us, he won't hire this gang of thugs from the street cheaply."
X replied in disgust, waving his arm and slamming the bag to the ground.
IV hurriedly got up from the bed, endured the pain in his feet and climbed down the cold iron ladder on the upper bed of III, picked up the bags one by one and hugged them tightly in his arms, Yu Guang glanced at X with a surprised face, and wanted to climb back to the bed in a hurry.
"You like that old man so much?"
X's cold questioning is like if IV says he likes it, he will immediately tear her to shreds.
"But he's also a good ......"
IV just wanted to refute, but X grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her off the ladder mercilessly.
βXοΌ Don't, I'm ......"
IV slams his back to the ground, his eyes dodging X in fear, and wanders between III and II, trying to call for help.
"What kind of expression is this, aren't we friends in a cave relationship?
X sneered.
"Nope! Not at all! I was so tired that day, I didn't have any contact with you! β
IV immediately retorted, X can see through it, the biting dog doesn't bark, and IV just doesn't look easy to mess with, and he really coaxes her for seconds.
Realizing that something was wrong, III frustrated himself and gently put down the comic book and jumped over the iron fence from the bed.
"You don't know about bullying IV!"
III roared and pulled X away from IV, slamming him against the cold tiled floor.
"Your uncle's ...... If you want to fight, you can come! β
III's angry roar scared II into nothingness.
III rode on top of X, grabbed her hair and smashed her to the ground, smashing X, who should have had a melee advantage, into a daze.
But the intense pain caused X to struggle under III, and she punched him hard in the ribs, which hit III's weakness.
As III falls, X himself stands up bleeding from his head.
The trainers patrolling outside heard the movement and immediately kicked down the door and broke in.
"Don't move!"
The gun-wielding trainer yells, and II hugs his pillow in a corner in fright.
III slumped to the ground by the punch, and continued to prop himself up with his hands and struggled backwards until his back rested on the edge of II's bed.
"Don't think I'm going to pick you up when the trainer comes."
X gritted her teeth after talking to herself, and she leaned down and suddenly slipped down to III and punched her in the face.
Before the trainer could adjust his aim, the gun in his hand was kicked away by X, and then he was swept in the leg by X.
"Stop fighting!"
IV opened her mouth again to dissuade her, but she was found out, and no matter how fierce she screamed at this time, she couldn't stop them from tearing and beating.
X slashes III, who fell to the ground, and angrily comes to the bed, grabs IV and pulls him from the bed to the ground.
"You'd better just warm my bed."
X mocked even more disdainfully, no longer taking anyone in his eyes.
IV was enraged by this statement.
"Roar? Angry? β
X tugged at her hair and continued to provoke, watching IV swallow her anger and swallow her anger, but her heart was even more happy.
But sooner or later, the inner depression will erupt.
IV pounced, tore off X's pajamas, wrapped his legs around X's waist, opened his mouth, and revealed four scary canine teeth that bit down on X's shoulder.
"Ahhhββ!h
X screamed in pain from the panicked bite of his shoulder, and in the face of the IV whose body was close to him, he suddenly couldn't think of a way to control the enemy.
III, who had fallen to the ground, staggered up from the ground, holding the downed trainer's dagger in her hand.
X double-eyed, quickly sideways and kicked III to the ground, while he was also crushed to the ground by IV due to his unstable center of gravity.
"II, help me!"
Seeing that the situation is not right, X asks II for help.
II, who was originally cowering on the side of the bed, saw the trainer fall, and also threw away the pillow and held down III.
"I've restrained her!" II echoed.
X struggles on the ground with all his might, trying to find some sharp spot to knock IV off of him.
IV is afraid of pain, and X knows that.
But this thought was interrupted by a hot breath felt in his neck, followed by four sharp canine teeth, a suffocating touch against his throat, and hot and moist saliva continued to flow down X's neck.
"Release III."
X panicked, so she ordered again, this time her voice trembled a little, if she was seriously injured because of this, it was not worth it.
At the same time, II obeyed the order, cautiously let go of III, and returned to the foot of the wall where he had been waiting for a long time.
"A wise choice."
III chuckled and muttered to himself, relieved at the same time.
afterward
That's it,
And for some reason,
Instead, X suppressed his anger because of this and began to make himself easier to get along with......
One day a year later, the reading room.
X has recently become obsessed with a Western web novel, and he enjoys polishing the words and manners of the leaders in the book every day.
"It's like she's the same herself."
IV sneered in her mind at X's ignorance, but didn't notice X lying beside her at some point.
X asks teasingly:
"What are you reading?"
Yes, X's personality has eased a lot, which is a lot less troublesome for IV.
IV glanced at X, pretending to be sulking, deliberately not answering her.
X puffed out his arms and puffed out:
"Don't be angry, I was too aggressive a year ago, come, hug one, it will be a new beginning of friendship."
IV ignored it.
Unconvinced, X got up and leaned forward, straightened his neck and saw the book cover.
"Selected Poetry?"
IV pours cold water on taunts:
"I don't think you understand."
X was a little unconvinced, and stared at the contents of the book with IV ambiguously, and opened his mouth to read it:
"I give you the thin streets, the sunset of despair, the moon of the deserted suburbs.
I give you the sorrow of a man who has been looking at the lonely moon for a long time. β
β¦
I don't know how many sentences X reads, but IV interrupts impatiently:
"It's a poem by Borges in Argentina, what did you read?"
"Nothing, but I can learn from you."
IV was surprised and funny in her heart, she looked at X, X looked cute and serious, so she couldn't help but curse in her heart:
"Retarded."
IV saw through X's attempt at a glance, and the impact of those Western web novels on X was immediate.
If you say, just to get yourself to agree with her still gestation plan, and deliberately approach yourself in this way.
"Clever."
So says IV
β¦β¦
"Zosha'er?"
"Zosha'er? You okay? β
Shouting and pushing affectionately, Zosha's mind pulled back from the memory.
Zoshar looked around and found herself in a bar. Sitting across from her was a young man with a mustache.
Zosha'er reacted instantly.
"That's right! I'm trading with the triads right now. β
Zosha'er thought to herself, and pretended to answer easily:
"Ah, sorry for being a little distracted, I didn't get a good night's rest last night."
The triad man smiled kindly and quipped:
"Looks like our eldest lady has a busy schedule."
The man looked around again, leaned down and asked in a low voice:
"Did you bring any money?"
Zoshar smiled, and Elsa opened the box full of banknotes and placed it on the table, facing the triads.
"It's worthy of being a mafia, it's very trustworthy, I like it."
The man couldn't help but praise when he saw it.
He brought the box containing the goods to the table and opened it, containing a bottle of CheninBlanc white wine from 2044.
Zoshar pushed the money to the triad and reached for the wine in her hand to weigh it, revealing her usual sly smile.
The triad man leaned back in his chair and said jokingly:
"Don't say it, if you want this, you're really looking for the right gang, you know, many gangs know how to sell tea."
"Shouldn't drugs be smuggled?" Elsa interjected curiously.
"Ouch, silly sister, who sucks that thing, it's not good for your health."
The triad man finished laughing, and asked his men to find the bar waiter and serve a pot of warm lemonade.
"You're welcome, friends, it's warm and warm on this cold day."
He picked up the jug with his own hands, and steaming lemonade flowed out of the spout and poured into the glass.
Zoshaer took the glass, put her cold hand tightly on the warm wall of the cup, took the cup and put it to her lips, took a sip, and said:
"It doesn't look like you're the guy who can be a gangster in power, I mean...... You look good to touch. β
The man smiled, sighed, and replied self-deprecatingly:
"There is no such thing as being in power or not being in power, our brothers are honest, they usually do some chores for the civilians around here, and they don't need any money, it's enough to be able to entertain them when it's time to eat."
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the bar.
The triad realized that something was wrong, and stood up from his seat with the assault rifle beside him, and Zoshar was about to go out with him.
Pushing the door open, the outer door was louder.
A black sports car driving in the opposite direction, crashing into the chassis of a light laser tank heading towards the Oslandon building, with the tank turret painted with the "Oslandon Heavy Industries" logo.
Black smoke escaped from the chassis of the tank, and five black sports cars parked in front of the tank to block the road, and several men in black jackets stepped out of their respective cars.
Fortunately, the person in the driver's seat was not dead, but his legs were stuck by the flattened skeleton, but from his painful roar, it could be more or less analyzed that the metal skeleton might have penetrated his legs.
The triad man frowned, and said regretfully:
"It looks like the bikers, and they're in big trouble now."
The biker members on the side also quickly got out of the car, and one of them, who looked like the leader, looked very anxious, and he hurriedly ran forward to pull the person out, and at the same time called on the other members:
"Don't be stunned, go and save ......"
The sound of a tank crushing metal was heard.
The person sitting in the driver's seat was instantly crushed into pulp in an instant with a scream of fear, blood mixed with the crushed and deformed steel.
The crowd froze.
The manhole cover at the entrance to the light tank was opened, and a rather obese man in a suit crawled out of it.
Zoshar recognized the man as Carson, who she had seen in the mafia information gathering and was a start-up, Oslandon executive.
"You fucking did it on purpose, didn't you!" The bikers yelled at Carson
Carson ignored him, just moved his body, took out his phone and lost something, and prepared to jump back into the tank.
The biker angrily climbed onto the tank and grabbed him by the arm......
Bang ββ!
A piercing gunshot followed, and the bikers fell to the ground, their bodies stiffening off the tank's armor and falling to the cold ground.
He was shot through the head by a bullet, and blood was slowly pouring out of the bullet hole.
Carson put away the Type 54 pistol in his hand without saying a word, didn't care about the stunned eyes of others, and jumped directly back into the cockpit of the tank.
The tank moved on, the tracks running over the man's body, the disgusting blood and guts, squeezed out under the pressure of the tank, and the rest of the bikers shy away from the tank, allowing the tank to run over their blocking car.
When the triad saw that the tank was far away, they immediately organized members to clean up the streets.
"I'm sorry, I'm out of company today, let's talk another day."
The triad turned their heads to beckon the other members of the store to join in the clean-up, and cursed under their mouths.
Zoshar seemed to have just recovered from this scene, and did not pay much attention to what he said, and replied hesitantly:
"Ah...... Ah, no...... It's okay. β
Since that day, she has also approached Rydal to theorize, demanding that the Oslandon enterprise be eradicated in the name of exterminating the illegal armed forces.
"You are a politician in the new Soviet Union? Or do you really know about the situation in the original world, do you want the Ronalx Party to exploit the loopholes? β
The scene of Rydal casually sitting in his office chair and refusing to return to Zosha's mind once again came back to Zoshar's mind.
suddenly
Affected by the inertia of parking, Zoshar returned to reality from her memories, and she turned her head to look out the window, where Bruce's car was parked in front of the villa.
"Hey, is this a dream within a dream......"
Zoshar grumbled inwardly.
Zoshar tugged at the black raincoat on her body and prepared to get out of the car.
Suddenly, a text message popped up on his phone, which was sent by Chester:
"It has been confirmed that Elsa Qifeier is the same person as Elsa in 2089."
Zoshar pursed her lips, her teeth clenching her lower lip.
"It's okay......"